Hanged Man
The symbol of Neptune (Poseidon), god of Earth's sea, has an ironic attribute of grounding.
Neptunian qualities are dreamlike, contemplative and changing... almost to a fault. That fault, is where they lose their grounding.
When Neptune was devoured by his father, he spent his time in the belly thinking and turning those thoughts inward. Entering his father's stomach, he also entered his own mind, the realm of dreams. He swam through his thoughts, detaching from the damp, hot darkness around him. Then suddenly, something tore him out of it.
I've heard that when someone drowns to death, there is a moment where they let go. For the most part, drowning is violent and frantic. Thrashing and kicking with all one's might, the drowned fights to escape the inevitable. At some point though, after the lungs have filled with water and the brain starts to suffocate, there is a sense of euphoria. They understand that they are going to die, and they accept it, feeling a peace rush over them.
When you draw the Hanged Man, it means you need to let go. The card symbolizes sacrifice. It is usually drawn during times when the potential for change is at its peak.
How did I come to this point? I am looking back on my life. I see faces. Badly taken photographs are all that remains. I held onto the ticket stubs and memories for too long. Unlike the unresolved feelings and questions, I did not burn them... as time has passed, I simply threw them away. All that remains are the pictures, but they are not very good and they are extremely scarce.
"You hurt me. You hurt me. You hurt me." I accuse photographs.
Sometimes I laugh. I realize, this is stupid. I don't regret those moments. I don't treasure those moments. Why do I even remember them? Why do we remember what hurts?
It's just that time of year again.
It was foggy this morning. I was startled at first, because I thought that it was escaping out of my head. It was too real. Everything was white and unfocused. Everything was like the inside of my head.
I feel like I'm on the cusp of that final breakthrough... the one that I've been waiting for.
In the fog, there are familiar faces and feelings. They are from my past and present, and I keep asking "will you also be there in my future?" It doesn't seem like I'm asking too much, just to have that sense of love again... just for reassurance... but what is asking too much, is surely asking for again.
When you draw the Hanged Man, it means you are holding on too tightly to expectations. The change you've been waiting for is just about to take place, but you have to be patient. Often what is keeping you from achieving complete transformation is your expectations. Now is the time to wait, and in that time waiting, let go of your thoughts and ideas of what should happen.
Where there is a wish, there is hope. I hope so much, but perhaps not enough. Something has to be given, something to weigh out the balance. Perhaps equivalence is... expecting... nothing.
Neptunian qualities are dreamlike, contemplative and changing... almost to a fault. That fault, is where they lose their grounding.
When Neptune was devoured by his father, he spent his time in the belly thinking and turning those thoughts inward. Entering his father's stomach, he also entered his own mind, the realm of dreams. He swam through his thoughts, detaching from the damp, hot darkness around him. Then suddenly, something tore him out of it.
I've heard that when someone drowns to death, there is a moment where they let go. For the most part, drowning is violent and frantic. Thrashing and kicking with all one's might, the drowned fights to escape the inevitable. At some point though, after the lungs have filled with water and the brain starts to suffocate, there is a sense of euphoria. They understand that they are going to die, and they accept it, feeling a peace rush over them.
When you draw the Hanged Man, it means you need to let go. The card symbolizes sacrifice. It is usually drawn during times when the potential for change is at its peak.
How did I come to this point? I am looking back on my life. I see faces. Badly taken photographs are all that remains. I held onto the ticket stubs and memories for too long. Unlike the unresolved feelings and questions, I did not burn them... as time has passed, I simply threw them away. All that remains are the pictures, but they are not very good and they are extremely scarce.
"You hurt me. You hurt me. You hurt me." I accuse photographs.
Sometimes I laugh. I realize, this is stupid. I don't regret those moments. I don't treasure those moments. Why do I even remember them? Why do we remember what hurts?
It's just that time of year again.
It was foggy this morning. I was startled at first, because I thought that it was escaping out of my head. It was too real. Everything was white and unfocused. Everything was like the inside of my head.
I feel like I'm on the cusp of that final breakthrough... the one that I've been waiting for.
In the fog, there are familiar faces and feelings. They are from my past and present, and I keep asking "will you also be there in my future?" It doesn't seem like I'm asking too much, just to have that sense of love again... just for reassurance... but what is asking too much, is surely asking for again.
When you draw the Hanged Man, it means you are holding on too tightly to expectations. The change you've been waiting for is just about to take place, but you have to be patient. Often what is keeping you from achieving complete transformation is your expectations. Now is the time to wait, and in that time waiting, let go of your thoughts and ideas of what should happen.
Where there is a wish, there is hope. I hope so much, but perhaps not enough. Something has to be given, something to weigh out the balance. Perhaps equivalence is... expecting... nothing.
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