The Lovers Tarot Quotes

The pages of history are red with the blood of illuminated "saints" who were murdered by their religions for actually achieving the advertised spiritual rewards.

No! I don’t want to Ouija, or do the pendulum thing, and I swear if I see one tarot card or rune stone I’ll yack cupcake all over you. (Grace)

One real danger in love relationships is that most people secretly believe that they must control the love object in order to feel safe in loving and being loved. The cause of this is simple—children are made to feel that they must "give themselves up" if they are to be loved. Thus, for most humans the act of surrender has meant the loss of autonomy or worse—loss of one's own mind. Surrender is neither control nor morbid dependency and cannot be made contingent upon giving away one's "soul"; nonetheless, the person surrendering opens completely to the moment, and runs the risk of being deeply hurt. Sadly, in our society this is not uncommon and frequently serves to harden or embitter a person toward life in general. Or, on the other had being deeply hurt in the act of surrender can lead to angry and painful "cries for help." When this occurs there is an insatiable and wrathful desire to be cared for as a child is cared for and the horrid fear of loss of independence.

To love with all your heart, the heart must first be opened.

We tarot lovers tend to be the sensual sort. We trade in shadow and gloom because we are willing to brave the literal and figurative darkness.

Sex and magic are intertwined experiences—sex is one kind of magic (and can be made more magical without being concerned with sex-magic at any point), and magic can be, while erotic and arousing, not necessarily sexual in the way that is often understood. There is a commonly-held belief that those who practice sex-magic are indulging themselves in wild orgiastic rites at every opportunity. This is rarely the case. After all, if you need to go through lots of occult rigmarole just to get laid, then you're a bit sad, aren't you? Then again, the occult subculture is full of SAD people, desperate to finally get laid and attempting to turn to sex-magic as a last resort.

It’s about passion, about allowing yourself to be overwhelmed, allowing a love to be feral without needing to domesticate it. Loving something or someone for what or who it is, not what you want it to be. That takes an enormous amount of strength and integrity. Which ties back in with the calling: allowing something to be scary, to be overwhelming; to devote yourself to it even if it requires great changes from you. It’s something we have to live up to; it does not arrive neatly wrapped up in an understandable package. That would be easy. And the Lovers is always hard. RECOMMENDED

It is idle to say there is no such garden. Everyone recognises the same nostalgia... Paradise is neither a moment nor a place; it is a condition. So when the lover calls to his or her beloved to come into the garden, it is, in the final implication, a summons to overcome to human condition.

Even though it is not pictured in the Death card, our snake-wrapped Orphic egg—the latent seed of life that we first saw in the Magus card, whose elements were married in the Lovers, and which then was fertilized by the Hermit—is now entering the last stage of development before hatching into new life.

The Devil is rarely a positive card, but it does have a few redeeming qualities. Sometimes it can represent the querent’s ambition and desire for greatness, as well as their desire to move on from one achievement to the next, never stopping or pausing for breath. One thing’s for certain with such a querent: they won’t rest on their laurels! If positively aspected in a reading, this card can indicate a time of great desire and action in the querent’s life, a lust for life, and a willingness to take risks and enjoy life to the fullest, which will serve to further their goals and improve their circumstances. This querent wants to make the most of life while they can and while they have the means and desire to. In a relationship reading, the Devil, if surrounded by positive cards, can sometimes indicate that the physical side of the relationship is wonderful—the sex is great and the mundane circumstances are working very well for the couple. If accompanied by the Lovers or the Four of Wands, it might also indicate the bonds

It may sound like a cliché, but love begins at home. No amount of one-night stands will compensate for not feeling okay about yourself. Anyone who tells you that they are still looking for the 'right' partner so that they can practice sexual magic 'properly' still hasn't cottoned on to the basic facts that so-called sex-magic 'power' does not reside in other people, techniques, or in occult 'secret teachings.' All magical 'power' comes from within, and cultivating Self-Love is a first step to unleashing this power. Which is not to say that it is easy—it often isn't, and many people spend years struggling to like themselves. Self-Love requires that you accept yourself—warts and all, rather than trying to live up to a self-image which is unrealistic and unbalanced. Self-Love enables you to relax so that you are not continually flogging yourself with internal criticism, and, significantly, you do not feel an overwhelming need to have other people's approval. Self-Love changes the way we relate to others, so that we no longer use other people as props to support our fantasies, but begin to see them as independent agents. If you do not love yourself, then you will find it difficult to love other people—you will continually use others to prop up parts of your ego.

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Every man and every woman is a star: we all come from the same source, made from the same stuff, and it is that stuff that also makes the rest of the universe. When we are created, we contain within ourselves a spark of the divine, a star within our bodies of flesh that is eternal and a direct reflection of every other star contained within every other person and being upon the earth and in the heavens. Together we are constellations, and we come together in groups to create patterns in the sky. We move about in the heavens and in our orbits, and some of us collide while some of us find a mutually beneficial orbit; still others unite in the most beautiful constellations that their union will be seen and remembered throughout the ages. But we are all star-children, siblings under the canopy of heaven, and we all seek reunion with that from which we came bursting into life. The stars within us speak to their source and origin, and we yearn to return to it. The journey is long, but we find every now and then in another person a star that is closest to that which we yearn for, and we see in them the source of light, and they see it in us. We join with them, in yearning and desire and passion, and through them we are completed. This is love: the joining of two stars contained in the bodies of two human beings, expressed in their bridging of the gap between them and the gap between them and the divine. Yet do not curse the gap, Lover; do not bemoan the space that you must traverse to achieve reunion and love, for it is only by virtue of this gap that you might feel yearning and desire and love at all.

Weakness   The Lovers Upright Romance, Love, Honor, Optimism, a Harmonious Partnership Reverse Separation, Untrustworthy, Fickleness, Unreliability   The Chariot Upright Perseverance, Seeking Justice, Strong in the face of Adversity Reverse Defeat, Failure, Unproductive   Justice Upright Righteousness, Equality, Integrity, Honor, Fairness Reverse Unfairness, Falsely Accused, Mistreatment, Biased   The Hermit Upright Withdrawal, Independent, Inner Strength, Carefulness, Observant Reverse Impulsiveness, Immaturity, Recklessness, Stupidity           Wheel of Fortune Upright Unexpected Surprises, Progress, Fate, Fortune

Last to burst forth in a riot of primary, secondary, and intermediate colors (scarlet, orange-red, orange, amber, yellowish-green, emerald green, greenish-yellow, green-blue, blue, indigo, violet, and crimson ultraviolet) are the Emperor, the Hierophant, the Lovers, the Chariot, Lust, the Hermit, Adjustment, Death, Art, the Devil, the Star, and the Moon. These trumps personify the powers and qualities of the twelve simple letters of the Hebrew alphabet and the twelve signs of the zodiac: Aries, Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius, and Pisces. Figure 12. Twelve petals of the zodiacal trumps.

Other trumps also have alchemical significance. The Art card is identified with vitriol, and the Lovers, the Hermit, Death, and the Devil all have vital roles to play in the alchemy of the tarot. There is also one more extremely important alchemical symbol we will see often when we examine the trumps. It is called the Orphic egg. “This egg represents the essence of all life that comes under the formula of male and female.”74 THE

Then, all I could think of was Donnie. I prayed that it would be over in time for me to clean up and await Donnie’s arrival. I would act as if nothing happened. I could do that.

I’m not going to group your father in with all men, Patrick, but Eve had a strange power. She evoked vibrant sexual attraction. Few men, according to her diary, could resist her.” “That might have been her opinion of herself, but it’s rude of you to think that about my father.

I have an appraisal,” she said, “and an offer for that amount. I’m perfectly satisfied with the deal we’ve made.” Monday, March 15, 1965 The papers were signed this morning. I’m the new mistress of Bridey’s Boarding House

I know it was all silly and that she couldn’t hear me, but I turned to a page in Eve’s diary and read Klara’s words. “While as a practical matter speaking to those who have passed is futile, it is not without value. Consider it a form of therapy, and allow people their irrationalities. Sometimes, from the deepest chasms of a mourner’s psyche, an answer to a question may materialize in their mind. It might be a response in the tone and meter of the deceased’s voice, the comfort from which will have healing qualities.

I ordered a headstone this morning: EVE KIDMAN 1899—1957 Beloved Wife to James Mother to Sasha Lover of Life Her Joy is Boundless. I chose to put that last statement in the present tense, for her joy is now mine and will live on.

It’s been a gloomy spring in New York. We’ve had some late snow, and May has been rainy. It’s absolutely beautiful here. I won’t try to recapture the hours of conversation we had last night. The only thing that wasn’t the usual girl talk was BJ’s response to my David saga.

Eve wrote that she admonished her mentor, “For a person so adamantly against religion, you certainly quote the Bible a lot.” Klara replied, “Religion is what people have done to age-old wisdom in the quest for power. That does not diminish the value of the wisdom.

I’ve come to the conclusion of Volume 1 of my journals, recalling my life up to just after my twenty-first birthday.

Dedicated to Zoe There are not-too-subtle messages here, but most of all, I wish you joyous life.

Special thanks to my early readers: Jeana Jones, Jodi Durham, and Kate Newton, whose invaluable assessments have improved the quality and realism of this tale. I must also thank my content editor, Jessica Dall, who scrupulously poured through the text making valuable contributions in form and style.

Eve attended but one parent-teacher meeting at my school, “To prove a point,” she wrote in her diary.

None of this detracts from how wonderful a mother Eve was, always addressing the smallest of my needs before her own, or the demands of her men: lovers she’d keep to satisfy her pleasures for a few weeks or months at a time.

The passage describing her meeting here in New York with Klara Sasha Kolabielski, for whom I was named, was the very first of her memoir.

Calculating backwards, I believe I was conceived while Eve was under attack by Hitler’s V2 rockets, protected in an underground London shelter with a soldier chosen by the fates to be her lover, and my father. Eve was a highly sensual woman. She felt free to express her sexuality into her fifties, until she fell too ill to enjoy intimacy. She was never promiscuous, though. The cards chose her men, but never allowed two relationships to overlap. She lived her life by the cards.

Delivered by an unlicensed midwife, I don’t know my birthday either. Though I had no birth certificate, I deduce that I was born in the autumn of 1941. When people ask, rather than be difficult, or launch into a long explanation of Eve’s ways, I say September 21st. Eve always loved the fall and the change of seasons. The equinox was her favorite day, a balance of light and dark, and perhaps a metaphor for good days and bad days. She was very much in tune with nature and the flow of life.

I knew the cards would let you know when you were ready to know,” she said. “I would have liked to hear it from you, not a casual morning Tarot reading.” Frustrated and angry, she let me vent. When I gained control, I took a breath and asked, “What’s wrong with you?” “Oh, it’s something I can’t pronounce and for which the doctors have no cure.

There’s a lot more to becoming a woman than just having sex. But you have an intuitive knack with people. I’ve observed you when you converse with my friends and my lovers. You speak with them respectfully but as an equal. Your bearing is that of a woman, not a child, and I’m very proud of you. More than that, Sasha, I admire you.” She lifted my face and kissed my forehead. “Yes, Sasha, perhaps it is your time. I think I’d like to be here to counsel you.

She paused, adding a point she spoke with emphasis. “Unlike men, there will be times, perhaps long periods, when you won’t need sex and won’t want a lover. That’s to be expected. Enjoy those times when abstinence just feels right.

Sex is a powerful life’s experience,” she said. “It is not to be engaged in frivolously. It is essential to a woman’s health and mental clarity. Men use it for power and prestige. Women engage in sex to balance themselves, though there may be temptation to misuse it for power over powerful men. Loving with that motive most often ends poorly.

Then, your body will yearn for physical love, just as your stomach hungers for food. Bide your time. Select your lover with care. Engage him and love him always on your terms.

I read the cards. Both the 2 of Hearts and the 2 of Clubs appeared. The 2 is symbolic of male-female coupling. Hearts implies love—or at least caring—and Clubs represents wisdom and creation.

We wandered the galleries together. A student at Columbia University, he was nineteen. I told him I was eighteen as Eve suggested. He offered to buy me a cup of coffee in the basement cafeteria. He was bright, and a good conversationalist whose company I enjoyed. To my eyes, he was handsome. He touched my hand several times as we spoke, and I liked the feel of his fingers on my skin.

He was a good kisser, but when he slipped his tongue into my mouth I shuttered. I knew about that, but still, it took me by surprise. I got passed the reflex and after some practice, his tongue felt good on mine.

Shame is pain one feels for knowingly doing something wrong. Sex with a willing partner is not wrong, and therefore, no shame can be attached to it. Nudity is our natural state and is not shameful. Shame is not tangible. It cannot be purchased at the market, and it does not exist in your body as bone and blood do. It is entirely a psychological state of mind inculcated into us from our earliest years to force us to conform to societal norms that follow primitive religious doctrine. I had to ask what inculcated meant—Eve said it was, in simple terms, brainwashing. The rest of Klara’s point was now clear in the context of what I was about to do, and all at once I understood why Eve had given her diary, with all its sexual honesty, to a fifteen-year-old girl.

He was still upright on his knees between my legs. My vagina, cool and uninvolved, nearby.

Eve did not write of her earliest sexual relationships, but as part of my tutoring,

I guided him inside with just a little further assistance. I felt the sensation Eve had told me not to fear. I was no longer virgin. “Slowly,” I prompted. “Gently,” I said as he began to move. It felt wonderful. More pleasure than I expected.

She unpinned the brooch from her blouse and placed it firmly in Eve’s palm. “A lover gave this to me in 1899. Now it is yours. No reciprocation is necessary. I have your friendship and that is everything. There’s nothing else in this life I could have hoped for more than that.” The Russian gold and shell cameo with the profile of the Goddess Diana, surrounded in a laurel with a crown studded with diamonds. I placed the brooch in front of me and tried to imagine that moment.

He was an unexceptional lover. Lonelier than horny, as was I, sex took second place to our just lying comfortably in bed and chatting. I slept at home, though. After three nights together, he left Key West. I can’t remember his name.

Though it’s not approved in the U.S. yet, in light of why you initially came to me, I’m confident that this may be right for you. I can get you this medication if you’d like. They’re not inexpensive, but I’m dedicated to giving women their freedom from an archaic mindset that disavows a woman’s sexual pleasure. I don’t like why you came here, in spite of the fact that I’m willing to intercede when necessary. So, if I can assist women to prevent pregnancy until they want a family, I’m being true to my Hippocratic Oath.

You can never know, no man can ever imagine what that is like. The physical part, the invasion and violation of the most personal parts of my body, that’s brutal. Unimaginable.

I found a photo of McDowell standing next to Patrick and me taken at an earlier dinner event. I stabbed a letter opener through his groin, and then tore his half of the picture into as many tiny, tiny pieces as I could. I don’t believe in Voodoo, but what the hell?

My mind screamed, He would have cheated on me. If I would have married him, he would have come home with the stink of that tramp on him. I left the building, resigned never to set eyes on him again.

Your mother said he was very funny. He gazed at her with his mouth open, turned pale, and sported a considerable member visible through his pants. Your mother excused herself before he spontaneously wet. I wouldn’t be surprised if he spent the rest of the day relieving himself to the mental vision of your naked mother.” He laughed.

I asked, “When did she get over him? I mean, when did she start seeing men again?” “Oh, she never got over James. I suspect that she held him dear to her heart until her last day. That’s why I’m so surprised she didn’t share that with you. The weekend she told me this story, she still silently, and very privately, mourned him, though she had already been with other men. “You were about four when she met a kind gentleman. He had patience and treated you well. He proposed to her. Every man that ever met Eve wanted to marry her.

A large dog came running toward the fence as she parked her car in the driveway. To be that dog, I thought, entirely unaware of... anything.

I guess it really doesn’t matter,” he said. “You say you’ve stopped traveling around and settled down. Right? You’re here. Right?” I understood his interest. “Yep. I’m here,” I said. I couldn’t have stopped smiling if I cut off a finger.

Nestor’s shrine to Eve, filled with items he could not abandon, cherished reminders of the glorious times he spent with her. After leaving behind our lives in an apartment in New York, I vowed I would save these special mementoes of both Eve and Nestor. I wrapped my mother’s dressing robe around me. I removed each item struggling to imagine its significance then replaced it.

The photo didn’t show the plunging back, down to the waist. Her partner would have his hand on her skin when they danced. I knew Eve loved that.

Eve taught me to look at the overall picture, to read the cards as art and intuition as much as a science. Women were more in touch with that innate sense than men. Women resonated with the cards. Rather than read the cards in order, I let the entire pattern seep in. I understood the 8 of Clubs and the Ace of Spades. The Queen of Diamonds, I sensed, would be a real person to provide the essentials of life. Then my heart sank when I saw the two Jacks, the Pretenders, the Liars who would upset my balance on the one hand, and try to exert power over me on the other. They framed the 2 of hearts. The Jacks would jeopardize my love life. I’d have to be wary in that domain. It had been quite a while since I had taken a lover. With this news, I would wait. I’d return to New York City, and meet two people who would be my Ace and my Queen. I took the calendar from the wall near the telephone, and sat down on Nestor’s chair. I stared at it, unbelieving; it had been six months since Nestor’s passing. I had spent half a year sorting through Nestor’s things, working, making no new friends, and taking no lovers. I had performed my duties, including marking the calendar mechanically. I operated in a daze. Several people had asked me if they could help. I didn’t understand, but now I knew. I had lost all sense of time and of myself, and I needed to rejoin life. My nineteenth birthday was just six months away. I would stay in Key West until then. In the interim, I would decide what I wanted to keep from Nestor’s legacy and, as he wished, place the rest.

As my departure neared, I liquidated Nestor’s furnishings keeping only the bare essentials. I had a little over eighteen-hundred dollars in the bank; a newspaper article said the average annual income for a family of four was four-thousand dollars.

He looked at me. There was no question, he wanted me. I approached, told him I needed to be taken home. His home.

He lifted himself on his elbows and I watched him hover above me, breathing heavily with his eyes closed. Without warning, his body tightened, his breathing stopped, and he froze. I could feel a sensation inside that, at the time, I could only describe as “interesting.

I fell to my knees and silently wept. I couldn’t share what I felt with Eve. With this, I had the terrible sense she had completed her maternal duty.

Is there a particular dress you’d like her to wear?” I hadn’t thought about that. I didn’t know I was supposed to. I went to her closet and selected her favorite outfit, a white chiffon blouse and a flowing skirt that would swing out wide when Eve turned. It would rest forever, as would she.

Klara thought too much is made of death. If we believe in a hereafter then the person is in a better place. If there is nothing after death then, still, it’s a better place. “Every tradition has a ritual for mourning,” Klara said. “Do what you believe you must, then move on. Everyone dies. We know that. It’s no surprise. Why make a big deal?” Eve noted her elder’s disdain for self-indulgence.

I laid out six cards as points on a star, beginning at the top and working clockwise. This lay of the cards was to determine the path to overcome the obstacles of the coming days.

Klara believed the practitioner imbued the cards with power, and that power was returned from the cards to the practitioner—a symbiosis of sorts.

Spirituality means many things to many people,” Klara said. “It’s a firm conviction that there is a God. In the New Thought movement, there are people who insist on finding euphemisms for God. Cosmic consciousness, universal intelligence, higher power, all these are just other words to be employed by those who are afraid to call it God. “God is a perfectly valid English word that embodies everything of which these people speak. Religion adulterates the term. It turns that word into the image of a white-haired, long-bearded sage sitting on a throne in the clouds, which is absurd. God can have no face. Does He have a penis and testicles as well? What need has He for those? Even the one time He is said to have fathered a child, He didn’t do so in the conventional way. At least Greek and Roman mythologies have gods who enjoy their genitalia.

Eve laughed then grew serious. “Do you truly believe in God, Klara?” “Of course. Who else would be arranging the cards? Who molds chance and lays pieces of cardboard in an order that conveys meaning?

One asks God for guidance, and then waits for an answer. Some cast their prayers to statues, icons, or the clouds. We lay out cards.

I took him in my hand. Exercising the motion my fraternity friend had taught me, trying not to squeeze too hard nor too gently. A goldilocks hand job. I giggled at the idea.

I felt a tear roll down my face. I thought of Eve and the joy she had lived rife with this pleasure.

Eve and I,” he said, “drank from this bottle on New Year’s, 1937. One sip each. Pull the cork.” I did as asked. “Look here. He tried to point a shaking finger to a small red smudge along one side of the stopper. “A bit of Eve’s lipstick from when she put the bottle to her mouth.” A tear came to my eye. “It’s the reason I never drank from it again. Until now. Now it’s right.

Nestor and I retired before midnight, so I welcomed 1959 at sunrise.

I know. I know. Klara. She planted those ideas in her head years before. Eve was the freest of spirits. You can’t catch the wind.

As I lay on my cot, I recalled a passage from the diary. Klara spoke of the 3 as her favorite card. It represents the human triumvirate of mind, body, and spirit—or soul. She spoke of the needs of the mind, including the stimulation of good books and intellectual conversation. To be aware of one’s world, to understand its “machinations” as she called it. To perceive the good and the bad in the dealings with people was paramount. Second, Klara emphasized the needs of the body, proper health, exercise, and nutrition as fundamental to her philosophy of life. Critical were frequent sexual fulfillment along with good food, wine, and spirits. Finally, the soul demands that one extend compassion and kindness to other people. She rejected the idea that people were placed on the Earth by a magical entity who doomed us to suffer, laboring under the hopes that a reward might come in an afterlife. “Only people can create heaven, and we do that by taking care of one another,” Eve had quoted Klara.

I put my head lightly on his chest, hugged him, and bawled. He stroked my hair. When I’d gain some semblance of control, it would last only a few moments, and then I’d have another fit of despair. I had grown to love him as my father. I cried for misleading him. He had a right to know, but if there was a higher power, as Klara believed, then soon enough he’d understand why I did what I did.

My friend unashamedly lay flat on his back naked, displaying his penis as if he had won it in a competition. That’s bigger than pretty boy’s last night, I thought, though that’s no guarantee. First the cards then perhaps I’ll find out for myself. “You expecting company?” I asked. “Woman drives into town by herself and accepts a man’s invitation to his room. Kinda makes a guy think she’d like to be company.” In that instant, I realized I had made a mistake. Been too transparent, too easy. Still, I was encouraged to let the cards decide if this could turn to my advantage.

I thought about him all day. Spontaneously laughing without any apparent prompt, my coworkers thought me drunk. That was the most fulfilling affair I’ve had. The sex was fantastic, and my feeling of affection for him as a man and my lover were perfectly balanced with an overarching detachment. Thank you again, Tom.

A young, handsome bank executive assisted me. He stared at my breasts so unabashedly I decided to exact revenge. When our business was done, we stood and I shook his hand. I put my left hand over the back of his, holding his hand with both of mine. I looked into his eyes, smiled and took a deep breath. I thanked him so very, very much for taking such good care of me. When I let go of his hand, he immediately sat down and slid his chair under his desk. I’m sure he had a raging erection. Yes, I’m a tease, but his riveted attention toward my bosom made him deserving of punishment.

Is that Eve with Hemingway?” he asked, holding the photo from the wall of Sloppy Joe’s. “They were friends, not lovers,” I said.

I won’t let tonight escape me. I’m ready for him. I want him. I want to keep him, to own him. I hope I don’t scare him, and he finds me an exciting lover.

Well, to say we cried would be an understatement. She’s a wonderful woman, a great friend, and I will miss her. Bartender better make her happy or he’ll have me to answer to.