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Fiery K. is a Solitary Eclectic Witch who explores the Tarot for a 22nd year, reading professionally since 2005, and is one month away from becoming a Certified Biddy Tarot Reader.
She reads both privately and at parties, in person and long distance, via text, Zoom, Skype, etc., and most notably for the Mardi Gras Masqued Ball of the Caroline County Council of Arts.
Drawing upon a lifetime of intuitive experience and a strong connection with her Source, she primarily works with The Sacred Circle Tarot by Anna Franklin and Paul Mason, utilizing various other favorite decks as well.
Number 55 carries the vibrations of adventure and versatility, curiosity, facing challenges, learning life lessons through experience, auspicious opportunities, idealism and activity, making positive life choices and important changes. (My note: The Fool in the Tarot, which just came up this morning as one of the energies that will be or are the staples of my financial wellbeing)
Angel Number 55 is a message from your angels(or guides, inner guidance, etc.) that it is time to let go of the ‘old’ that is no longer positively serving you, and get ready for big changes to take place in your life. Release old doubts, fears and perceived obstacles and look forward to wonderful new opportunities. (The Six of Swords that also turned up this morning as one of the staple energies that make up my financial well being. If the next paragraph turns out to mirror the Justice card I will pee my pants. Of course – I’m older – the odds of my peeing myself are very high at any given time anyway, so truthfully … that wouldn’t be any great spiritual guidance from above striking like lightning)
Angel Number 55 tells you to keep a positive attitude about the ‘new’ entering your life and keep an open mind as to the opportunities presenting to you. Keep in mind that everything happens for a reason and nothing happens by chance, so even though the reason/s for the changes may not be clear at this point, trust that all will fall into place for you. These changes have come about so that you can break free from old restraints and constraints and freely pursue your soul mission and life purpose as a spiritual being.
The angels ask that you cast off old shackles and constraints, be true to yourself and live your life with passion (one of the things that came up in my Fool card, actually all through all three cards, in the color red that presented in all three – “the energy that propels me”)and purpose(“the energy that propels me – propels ALL OF US).
Be prepared for huge changes when repeating Angel Number 55 appears.
Number 55 also relates to number 1 (5+5=10, 1+0=1) and Angel Number 1. (I hadn’t thought about this or even been aware of doubling the number and then seeing what that comes down to.)
My Gematria expert friend no longer has her blog on WordPress; I need to get into my email and track her down!
The fives in my bank balance were flanked by two “2”s.
And at some point I”m going to have to explore why there are so many swords in Great Expectations. So far – swords cards are all I”m reminded of. No other suits. Just swords. And I’ve got another post coming on a Nine of Swords connection now too!
In this scene Pip’s sister is working her way up into a hysteria, and according to Pip it’s VERY calculated the entire way through. Having been in similar situations, I will defend her and say it’s more likely she’s NOT as in control of herself as Pip thinks, and most likely is standing in the back of her own head, helpless to stop the momentum. In any case, still a decent example of drama for it’s own sake.
(spacing / paragraph length differences and italics are my own to highlight the text)
Taken from Chapter 15 of Great Expectations by Charles Dickens:
My sister had been standing silent in the yard, within hearing – she was a most unscrupulous spy and listener – and she instantly looked in at one of the windows.
‘Like you, you fool!’ said she to Joe, ‘giving holidays to great idle hulkers like that. You are a rich man, upon my life, to waste wages in that way. I wish I was his master!’
‘You’d be everybody’s master, if you durst,’ retorted Orlick, with an ill-favoured grin.
(“Let her alone,’ said Joe.)
‘I’d be a match for all noodles and all rogues,’ returned my sister, beginning to work herself into a mighty rage. ‘And I couldn’t be a match for the noodles, without being a match for your master, who’s the dunder-headed king of the noodles. And I couldn’t be a match for the rogues, without being a match for you, who are the blackest-looking and the worst rogue between this and France. Now!’
‘You’re a foul shrew, Mother Gargery, growled the journeyman. ‘If that makes a judge of rogues, you ought to be a good’un.’
(“Let her alone, will you?’ said Joe.)
‘What did you say?’ cried my sister, beginning to scream. ‘What did you say? What did that fellow Orlick say to me, Pip? What did he call me, with my husband standing by? O! O! O!’ Each of these exclamations was a shriek; and I must remark of my sister, what is equally true of all the violent women I have ever seen, that passion was no excuse for her, because it is undeniable that instead of lapsing into passion, she consciously and deliberately took extraordinary pains to force herself into it, and became blindly furious by regular stages; ‘what was the name he gave me before the base man who swore to defend me? O! Hold me! O!’
‘Ah-h-h!’ growled the journeyman, between his teeth, ‘I’d hold you, if you was my wife. I’d hold you under the pump, and choke it out of you.’
(“I tell you, let her alone,’ said Joe.)
‘Oh! To hear him!’ cried my sister, with a clap of her hands and a scream together -which was her next stage. ‘To hear the names he’s giving me! That Orlick! In my own house! Me, a married woman! With my husband standing by! O! O!’ Here my sister, after a fit of clappings and screamings, beat her hands upon her bosom and upon her knees, and threw her cap off, and pulled her hair down – which were the last stages on her road to frenzy. Being by this time a perfect Fury and a complete success, she made a dash at
the door, which I had fortunately locked.
What could the wretched Joe do now, after his disregarded parenthetical interruptions, but stand up to his journeyman, and ask him what he meant by interfering betwixt himself and Mrs. Joe; and further whether he was man enough to come on? Old Orlick felt that the situation admitted of nothing less than coming on, and was on his defense
straightway; so, without so much as pulling off their singed and burnt aprons, they went at one another, like two giants. But, if any man in that neighbourhood could stand up long against Joe, I never saw the man. Orlick, as if he had been of no more account than the pale young gentleman, was very soon among the coal-dust, and in no hurry to come out of it. Then, Joe unlocked the door and picked up my sister, who had dropped insensible at the window (but who had seen the fight first, I think), and who was carried into the house and laid down, and who was recommended to revive, and would do nothing but struggle and clench her hands in Joe’s hair. Then, came that singular calm and silence which succeed all uproars; and then, with the vague sensation which I have always connected with such a lull – namely, that it was Sunday, and somebody was dead – I went up-stairs to dress myself.
When I came down again, I found Joe and Orlick sweeping up, without any other traces of discomposure than a slit in one of Orlick’s nostrils, which was neither expressive nor ornamental. A pot of beer had appeared from the Jolly Bargemen, and they were sharing it by turns in a peaceable manner. The lull had a sedative and philosophical influence on Joe, who followed me out into the road to say, as a parting observation that might do me good, ‘On the Rampage, Pip, and off the Rampage, Pip – such is Life!’
Your angel’s message when the 5 and 6 combination appears is that your material life is changing significantly and you are asked to be prepared. Expect some new additions or possessions to enter your home and family life also. These are well earned and are to be appreciated. Be grateful for your gifts and there will be more to come.
When I started learning to read Tarot, it was with the Sacred Circle deck by Anna Franklin and Paul Mason, and the primary keyword they chose to go with the card is
Franklin and Mason advise tact and diplomacy in dealing with situations if this card appears. In essence, to choose your words wisely in order to convey the illusion you wish to be believed. This scene from the novel Great Expectations by Charles Dickens reminds me of the Seven of Swords because it’s like Diplomacy Run Amuck!
Poor Joe Gargery is out of his element in this scene, and copes the only way he knows how, which is to fling every high sounding word and phrase he can think of around to use a lot of words to say very little real content. Kind of like the Dark Side of Writing. Joe is also trying to hide that he feels inadequate to the task at hand … like an animal puffing itself up to appear larger than it really is when it’s threatened. That’s where the tie to the traditional meaning of this card is – to
And now for the Seen of Swords scene:
‘You are the husband,’ repeated Miss Havisham, ‘of the sister of this boy?’
It was very aggravating; but, throughout the interview Joe persisted in addressing Me instead of Miss Havisham.
‘Which I meantersay, Pip,’ Joe now observed in a manner that was at once expressive of forcible argumentation, strict confidence, and great politeness, ‘as I hup and married your sister, and I were at the time what you might call (if you was anyways inclined) a single man.’
‘Well!’ said Miss Havisham. ‘And you have reared the boy, with the intention of taking him for your apprentice; is that so, Mr. Gargery?’
‘You know, Pip,’ replied Joe, ‘as you and me were ever friends, and it were looked for’ard to betwixt us, as being calc’lated to lead to larks. Not but what, Pip, if you had ever made objections to the business – such as its being open to black and sut, or such-like – not but what they would have been attended to, don’t you see?’
‘Has the boy,’ said Miss Havisham, ‘ever made any objection? Does he like the trade?’
‘Which it is well beknown to yourself, Pip,’ returned Joe, strengthening his former mixture of argumentation, confidence, and politeness, ‘that it were the wish of your own hart.’ (I saw the idea suddenly break upon him that he would adapt his epitaph to the occasion, before he went on to say) ‘And there weren’t no objection on your part, and Pip it were the great wish of your heart!’
It was quite in vain for me to endeavour to make him sensible that he ought to speak to Miss Havisham. The more I made faces and gestures to him to do it, the more confidential, argumentative, and polite, he persisted in being to Me.
‘Have you brought his indentures with you?’ asked Miss Havisham.
‘Well, Pip, you know,’ replied Joe, as if that were a little unreasonable, ‘you yourself see me put ‘em in my ‘at, and therefore you know as they are here.’ With which he took them out, and gave them, not to Miss Havisham, but to me. I am afraid I was ashamed of the dear good fellow – I know I was ashamed of him – when I saw that Estella stood at the back of Miss Havisham’s chair, and that her eyes laughed mischievously. I took the indentures out of his hand and gave them to Miss Havisham.
‘You expected,’ said Miss Havisham, as she looked them over, ‘no premium with the boy?’
‘Joe!’ I remonstrated; for he made no reply at all. ‘Why don’t you answer—‘
‘Pip,’ returned Joe, cutting me short as if he were hurt, ‘which I meantersay that were not a question requiring a answer betwixt yourself and me, and which you know the answer to be full well No. You know it to be No, Pip, and wherefore should I say it?’
Miss Havisham glanced at him as if she understood what he really was, better than I had thought possible, seeing what he was there; and took up a little bag from the table beside her.
‘Pip has earned a premium here,’ she said, ‘and here it is. There are five-and-twenty guineas in this bag. Give it to your master, Pip.’
As if he were absolutely out of his mind with the wonder awakened in him by her strange figure and the strange room, Joe, even at this pass, persisted in addressing me.
‘This is wery liberal on your part, Pip,’ said Joe, ‘and it is as such received and grateful welcome, though never looked for, far nor near nor nowheres. And now, old chap,’ said Joe, conveying to me a sensation, first of burning and then of freezing, for I felt as if that familiar expression were applied to Miss Havisham; ‘and now, old chap, may we do our duty! May you and me do our duty, both on us by one and another, and by them which your liberal present – have – conweyed – to be – for the satisfaction of mind – of – them as never—’ here Joe showed that he felt he had fallen into frightful difficulties, until he triumphantly rescued himself with the words, ‘and from myself far be it!’ These words had such a round and convincing sound for him that he said them twice.
taken from Chapter 13 of Great Expectations
To learn more about the traditional meanings of the Seven of Swords, click here: www.biddytarot.com.
When I had exhausted the garden, and a greenhouse with nothing in it but a fallen-down grape-vine and some bottles, I found myself in the dismal corner upon which I had looked out of the window. Never questioning for a moment that the house was now empty, I looked in at another window, and found myself, to my great surprise, exchanging a broad stare with a pale young gentleman with red eyelids and light hair.
This pale young gentleman quickly disappeared, and re-appeared beside me. He had been at his books when I had found myself staring at him, and I now saw that he was
‘Halloa!’ said he, ‘young fellow!’
Halloa being a general observation which I had usually observed to be best answered by itself, I said, ‘Halloa!’ politely omitting young fellow.
‘Who let you in?’ said he.
‘Who gave you leave to prowl about?’
‘Come and fight,’ said the pale young gentleman.
What could I do but follow him? I have often asked myself the question since: but, what else could I do? His manner was so final and I was so astonished, that I followed where he led, as if I had been under a spell.
‘Stop a minute, though,’ he said, wheeling round before we had gone many paces. ‘I ought to give you a reason for fighting, too. There it is!’ In a most irritating manner he instantly slapped his hands against one another, daintily flung one of his legs up behind him, pulled my hair, slapped his hands again, dipped his head, and butted it into my stomach.
The bull-like proceeding last mentioned, besides that it was unquestionably to be regarded in the light of a liberty, was particularly disagreeable just after bread and meat.
I therefore hit out at him and was going to hit out again, when he said, ‘Aha! Would you?’ and began dancing backwards and forwards in a manner quite unparalleled within my limited experience.
‘Laws of the game!’ said he. Here, he skipped from his left leg on to his right. ‘Regular rules!’ Here, he skipped from his right leg on to his left. ‘Come to the ground, and go through the preliminaries!’ Here, he dodged backwards and forwards, and did all sorts of things while I looked helplessly at him.
I was secretly afraid of him when I saw him so dexterous; but, I felt morally and physically convinced that his light head of hair could have had no business in the pit of my stomach, and that I had a right to consider it irrelevant when so obtruded on my attention. Therefore, I followed him without a word, to a retired nook of the garden, formed by the junction of two walls and screened by some rubbish. On his asking me if I was satisfied with the ground, and on my replying Yes, he begged my leave to absent himself for a moment, and quickly returned with a bottle of water and a sponge dipped in vinegar. ‘Available for both,’ he said, placing these against the wall. And then fell to pulling off, not only his jacket and waistcoat, but his shirt too, in a manner
at once light-hearted, businesslike, and bloodthirsty.
Although he did not look very healthy – having pimples on his face, and a breaking out at his mouth – these dreadful preparations quite appalled me. I judged him to be about my own age, but he was much taller, and he had a way of spinning himself about that was full of appearance. For the rest, he was a young gentleman in a grey suit (when not denuded for battle), with his elbows, knees, wrists, and heels, considerably in advance of the rest of him as to development.
My heart failed me when I saw him squaring at me with every demonstration of mechanical nicety, and eyeing my anatomy as if he were minutely choosing his bone. I never have been so surprised in my life, as I was when I let out the first blow, and saw him lying on his back, looking up at me with a bloody nose and his face exceedingly fore-shortened.
But, he was on his feet directly, and after sponging himself with a great show of dexterity began squaring again. The second greatest surprise I have ever had in my life was
seeing him on his back again, looking up at me out of a black eye.
His spirit inspired me with great respect. He seemed to have no strength, and he never once hit me hard, and he was always knocked down; but, he would be up again in a moment, sponging himself or drinking out of the waterbottle, with the greatest satisfaction in seconding himself according to form, and then came at me with an air and a show that made me believe he really was going to do for me at last. He got heavily bruised, for I am sorry to record that the more I hit him, the harder I hit him; but, he came up again and again and again, until at last he got a bad fall with the back of his head against the wall. Even after that crisis in our affairs, he got up and turned round and round confusedly a few times, not knowing where I was; but finally went on his knees to his sponge and threw it up: at the same time panting out, ‘That means you have won.’
He seemed so brave and innocent, that although I had not proposed the contest I felt but a gloomy satisfaction in my victory. Indeed, I go so far as to hope that I regarded myself while dressing, as a species of savage young wolf, or other wild beast. However, I got dressed, darkly wiping my sanguinary face at intervals, and I said, ‘Can I help you?’
and he said ‘No thankee,’ and I said ‘Good afternoon,’ and he said ‘Same to you.’
Dickens, Charles. Great Expectations. New York: Dodd, Mead, 1942. Print.
Waite, Arthur E.. “Radiant Rider-Waite Tarot Deck.” Smith, Pamela C., Designer,
(Reissued in collaboration with Miss Sybil Waite and Rider & Company, London),
U.S. Games Systems, Inc., 2003, Stamford, CN.
God puts different obstacles and challenges in our lives for reasons. Many times, we can become a greater person through the difficulties and learn from them.
But when we are in a period that seems like we are drowning and that there is no upside to whatever we are facing, it is easy to become distant from God. Heck, it’s easy to become distant from God even when you are content with life or your relationship with Him.
Why is that?
Because our relationship with God is something that we have to constantly work at.
God is a good God, and He wants us to reach out to Him. He longs for us so badly that He sent down His only son to be beaten and crucified just so we could be saved. He has done His part already, now He is just waiting on our response.
My first thought was the obvious “Talk to a therapist.” That’s reasonable advice.
I sat with it a while, looked at the imagery, nothing’s really popping out for me; he’s got a red robe; the pillars look strong; blah blah blah. The coins have crosses on them, that’s interesting.
Switched my focus from visual to feeling, and immediately got a feeling of Security. Of being Established. Which of course leads to “establishment,” which is what the card traditionally means. Just this very secure feeling of Belonging and that Belonging not being threatened in any way. Sitting in a very strong, established, non challenged, place. The energy was just overwhelmingly that of a key fitting into a lock, a hand in a glove, you get the idea.
I started thinking about what could have triggered my anxiety and fear, and I remembered that (God forbid,) I had been “talking to boys” this past week. Which doesn’t cause “normal” people anxiety but it does me – hence my decision to take dating off the table for at least a year. So that I could give my Root Chakra a rest for a while, let it heal, and establish a strong foundation of feeling safe and secure before re-entering the dating world. So I had been chatting with various exes this week because of the holidays, catching up, the normal thing, and felt tempted to start dating again – that was apparently enough to trigger the anxiety.
I’ve done work with my subconscious Self (inner child / whatever label you want to give it) in the past, and it’s worked really well for me to give respect to my internal Self that may not be ready for the same things that my external conscious Self is. I had let my subconscious know I was listening – and in the event I entered a realm where I wasn’t totally comfortable – all it had to do was let me know and I would honor it by backing up til a comfort level was reached again. Equilibrium I guess you could say. (It worked really well if anyone else wants to give it a try.)
(It’s worth noting also that there is symbolism within this card representing the three tiers of consciousness: the subconscious, the conscious, and the super conscious).
This time – I guess I”m getting more comfortable with loosening my grip – I proposed and agreed to let my subconscious fully run the show. WHICH SHOULD BE INTERESTING lol!!!!! God knows how I will actually put this into practice; I have some vague idea of letting my instincts guide me, tapping more into my internal child Self, going with the flow of what I want rather than dictating to myself via logic what I will do….
Long story short, the advice of this card turned out to be …. “Who’s in charge? Can you put someone else in charge for a while? Can another part of yourself lead the way instead? Do things have to be done only one certain way?”
As well as to give some thought to the foundations we may be working with – “Are they strong enough? Are you coming from a place of strength? Are there some ways you can shore existing foundations up stronger? ”
Pollack, Rachel. Seventy Eight Degrees of Wisdom. San Francisco, CA, Weiser Books, 2007.
Waite, Arthur E.. “Radiant Rider-Waite Tarot Deck.” Smith, Pamela C., Designer, (Reissued
in collaboration with Miss Sybil Waite and Rider & Company, London), U.S. Games
Systems, Inc., 2003, Stamford, CN.
Saturn, the taskmaster of the sky, conjoins the sun today. On the first day back to work after the holiday, reality calls. Don’t let Saturn’s heavy overtones get the best of you. Instead, sit quietly and listen to the voice of truth emerging within. On a more practical note, be sure to wash your hands, drink warm fluids, eat nutrient-dense blood-sugar-balancing meals, and get plenty of rest. Saturn’s influence might contribute to a sense of feeling run-down, which could lead to getting sick. So, take it easy and prioritize your health.
Saturn’s influence might contribute to a sense of feeling run-down, which could lead to getting sick. So, take it easy and prioritize your health.
Coming off of a streak of holiday indulgences, you might even want to go deeper. Beyond the basics of proper immune system support, you may feel called to support hormonal health with a complete overhaul of your diet, too. Yes, those extra glasses of wine and cookies last month might create a hormone hangover this month. Taking sensible herbs and supplements, reducing sugar intake, eating healthy fats to support your adrenals, getting extra rest, and working out in a way that doesn’t contribute to burning out will facilitate your ability to bounce back from the holidays with greater resilience right now.
Some things the Queen of Pentacles reversed and the King of Swordsupright have in common are themes of separation, of isolation from others, and of holding oneself separate, whether it’s conscious, or unconsciously done (Pollack). And it makes sense if you think about it. Upright, the Queen of Pentacles is immersed in the abundance and landscape and other beings around her. If you reverse that concept, she would be separate.
TheKing of Swordsdoesn’t even need to be reversed to voice this message – this King is already arguably the most aloof of all the Kings of the Tarot. Sadly, the Radiant Rider Waite deck seems to cut the two birds of duality out of the King of Swords‘ sky that the original Rider deck features. Because when discussing this separateness in terms of theKing of Swordscard, Rachel Pollack points out that:
“if the birds symbolize the mind’s ability to climb above the world they also symbolize the remoteness such an attitude can produce.”
One of the most common mistakes Light Workers sometimes make is one of becoming so immersed in the Spirit world or in our other origins that we do indeed become too disconnected from the Physical realm of this Earth, and from all the other energetic beings that reside in it with us. We forget that we are here for a reason – whatever our particular reason may be. And when we have forgotten our reason for being here, and allowed ourselves to become this disconnected from our environment, then we cease doing the work we came to do in the first place.
We work really hard, using the power of our mental faculties, to achieve some measure of control of our individual worlds – and this very act of raising our focus above the mud and fray also sometimes raises us too far away from the very people and planet we wish to serve. Besides the fact of this remoteness sabotaging any personal manifestation work we may be doing. In the end, we serve no one, not even ourselves, when we isolate ourselves too much from this world.
Because Pollack also says that the Queen of Pentacles reversed speaks of being so disconnected from the material world around you, that you are unable to enjoy the blessings and prosperity of the same, and unable to even perceive them sometimes, much less enjoy them. If you look at the card reversed, you will also see the rabbit featuring very prominently at the top and upside down – like fertility turned on its head. If one is working on manifesting abundance in one’s life … well, you see how this energy could create a problem with that goal.
One of the first, most fundamental building blocks of manifestation in the physical realm is the ability to, and practice of, FEELING and APPRECIATING all the wonderful things that are already around you, instead of focusing on what you feel should be there and isn’t yet. All the affirmations and reprogramming in the world will not replace this fundamental building block; it is one that MUST be tended to, consciously, every day.
If you see the Queen of Pentacles reversed come up for you in a reading, and especially in readings concerning physical prosperity, this may be the message she is relaying.
See that rabbit??? Check out that rabbit!!! I can almost see the money falling out of its ears and away from us lol! Like a piggy bank being emptied into a hole in the ground!
And if you see this Queen reversed and clarified by the King of Swords – there is a STRONG possibility these are the messages they are trying to relay to you.
If you would like to rectify the situation, Seventy Eight Degrees of Wisdom suggests these steps to get back in touch with your environment and fellow earth beings:
Meditate with the Queen of Pentacles upright, to reconnect with her positive attributes.
Ground / Connect with the simple pleasures and satisfying chores of the natural world
I would add from myself:
Make time and efforts to socialize even just a little. Do something that gets you out and interacting with other people.
God help me if anyone that actually knows me reads this; I will never hear the end of it. But I am working on this too. I’m finally going to Tarot Tuesdays every month, and I may even start hitting a Reiki share that’s also once a month.And going from office work to retail sales has put me back in touch with humanity in a REAL hurry! And I am loving that, but don’t tell anyone. (Cricket’s mom is doing similar).
I just thought that these two cards together carry a really important reminder for many of us in our spiritual journies. Especially if we are doing manifestation work. It never occurred to me before looking into this pairing, that an attitude of separateness could impact abundance manifestation work. But it makes real sense that it would. Something to look out for and be aware of. It would be a shame for anyone to do so much hard manifestation practice only to hit a wall because they forgot to open their eyes and look around them once in a while to appreciate what and who is already in front of them..
Pollack, Rachel. Seventy Eight Degrees of Wisdom. San Francisco, CA, Weiser Books, 2007.
Waite, Arthur E.. “Radiant Rider-Waite Tarot Deck.” Smith, Pamela C., Designer, (Reissued
in collaboration with Miss Sybil Waite and Rider & Company, London), U.S. Games
Systems, Inc., 2003, Stamford, CN.