The Tarot of the Traveller: The Queen of Diamonds

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Today we start with a new series: An exploration into Tarot reading with traditional playing cards. “A celebration of life and love. A mighty blessing streams through her, the Wise Woman of the Good Earth, the Queen of Diamonds.”

Otolia Kraszewska (1859-1945): Young couple with the fortune teller

The Tarot of the Traveller is a new project by Veeno. She has deepened her understanding of reading Tarot cards through many years. Regularly, she shares her insights into one card of a deck with traditional playing cards, as it was allegedly used by the Romani. In this process, she lets her creativity fly, using contemporary Mandala creations and stories. Be part of this wonderful process!

Today, we look at:

The Queen of Diamonds

Not so long ago, people still had leisure and time. They could pause in the middle of the day and listen to the birds, to feel their hands stroking a cat, to bestow a friendly glance. They would sing and dance in the middle of the day, in joy and sorrow.

At that time a Wise Woman lived in a cottage on the outskirts of the woods. She was called the Wise Woman of the Good Earth.

“Good morning, new day,” she used to say when she woke up. On this warm summer morning, she had slipped on her long, light yellow dress. Woven from light yarn it was. Flattering just by looking at it. As the nightingale fell silent, the blackbird started whistling its melodious song. How the Wise Woman loved the early morning! The damp grass tickled her between the toes of her bare feet and elicited a pleasant sensation. Her whole body bubbled with vitality and cheerfulness. Each of her steps resembled a dance. What a gift, such morning hours in the open! All around her she saw beauty and perfection. She saw the fox stalking a mouse at the edge of the forest, she saw the countless pearls of dew drops on the blades of grass, she saw the fallen fir tree not far from her.

Thoughtfully she was strolling along the forest path towards the village. She had been called to help the people there in a troubled time. A 9-year-old boy had fallen into the river and drowned. Two days ago his older sister brought her the sad news. Because the Wise Woman had learned everything about the course of events in life from animals and plants, she knew that she had to wait two days to be able to be of any help to her friends in the village. She knew about the return of calm after the storm, even after the most violent one, if one just can wait.

Now it was time to get together with the people of the village. There they all began to breathe a little easier and felt their heartbeats again. The time for the farewell has come.

Everyone had gathered and was awaiting her. They were confident that with the appearance of the Wise Woman of the Good Earth well-being and peace would return to their lives. Her presence was always a blessing. Her warmth and friendliness could be felt in each of her looks and were comforting to heart and soul.

“Good morning,” she said. This time to the people who had gathered around the white coffin of the boy. The children sat on the floor and the adults on chairs and benches. All the girls wore wreaths of daisies on their heads and the boys wore collars of carnations. Children’s toys and stuffed animals dangled from the coffin. They were attached to it with colourful ribbons. They should accompany the dead boy on his journey to the afterlife. With tears of joy his brother looked at his teddy bear, who was now for ever with his dearest friend. A small red spinning toy lay in the open left hand of the dead boy.

The wise woman sat among the large circle of the villagers. A sweet scent of lime blossom quietly found its way into many a painful heart. They sang the boy’s favourite songs. They told stories from his adventurous life. They cried. And they danced around the open casket. Later they ate carrot cake like on his birthdays.

Then it got quiet. The soothing silence spread throughout the village. When the moon was high in the night sky, the time came to close the coffin and lower it into the prepared grave. The children laid their wreaths of flowers on it. “Farewell, my dear child, farewell, my dear friend, farewell, my dear brother.”

It wasn’t that long ago. It was when people still had leisure and time. When they would pause in the middle of the day to listen to the birds, to feel their hands stroking a cat, to bestow a friendly glance. When they did sing and dance in the middle of the day, in joy and sorrow.

At that time a Wise Woman lived in a cottage on the outskirts of the woods. She was called the Wise Woman of the Good Earth.

That time is back! This blessing can be present again for all of us. For us men and women, boys and girls.

The Wise Woman of the Good Earth reminds us to celebrate our body with its wonderful sensuality in our daily activities.

The Queen of Diamonds: The Wise Woman of the Good Earth. Mandala by Veeno.
Veeno

Veeno lives in Switzerland. She has been a sannyasin since 1984 and her inspiring creativity finds its way into many forms in her life. travellertarot.comveenomandala.com

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