anubis777 said:
Hello Gregori & everyone,
A crab will lose its arms/claws before it lets go of its prey.
Not true ... being 'a cancer'
I have inside info;
We let go of our prey all the time ... just before it goes into our mouths.
anubis777 said:
So that's the meaning of the little crab on his helmet enforced by the fact that Cancer people have a hard time letting go, sorry Cancers no offense.
Do we? I wish all those women I 'dumped' for 'unThelemic' behaviour thought that rather than thinking I was a cold heartless unattached x*@#b&*!
anubis777 said:
You know if only we had the "Secret Papers" from the O.T.O on the Thoth cards we could all rest in tarot peace but that will never happen.
So now secret OTO papers bring the owner, studier or practicer peace?
Oh no my friend ... well, maybe, but not the sort of peace I think you mean.
anubis777 said:
I would even pay someone who is a scholar on the Thoth deck to answer some of my questions from numerology to the hebrew letters along with the astrology that is the golden key that unlocks it all.
Hmmmmmm, exactly how much money are we talking about here?
anubis777 said:
Yes i also didn't think of Cheth being on the pillar of severity. So if you look at the astrological association of this card on the path of Binah to Geburah it sounds rough. Saturn acting through Cancer on Mars. I think of the sorrow of Binah influencing the loving receptive sign of Cancer on the warring planet of Mars yikes !!!!
I think of the wonderful calm of The Great Sea and the forces that bring formation and structure or disolve them into ecstacy into the loving receptive sign of Cancer (you got that bit right
) on the stong and directive LOVING influence of Mars.
..... Okay, I know ya gonna ask. Here ya go - from the Rite of Mars;
This is the day which down the void abysm
At the Earth-born's spell yawns for Heaven's despotism,
And Conquest is dragged captive through the deep;
Love, from its awful throne of patient power
In the wise heart, from the last giddy hour
Of dead endurance, from the slippery steep,
And narrow verge of crag-like agony, springs
And folds over the world its healing wings.
Gentleness, Virtue, Wisdom, and Endurance--
These are the seals of that most firm assurance
Which bars the pit over Destruction's strength;
And if, with infirm hand, Eternity,
Mother of many acts and hours, should free
The serpent that would clasp her with his length,
These are the spells by which to reassume
An empire o'er the disentangled doom.
To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite;
To forgive wrongs darker than death or night;
To defy Power, which seems omnipotent;
To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates
From its own sreck the thing it contemplates;
Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent;
This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be
Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free;
This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory!
But, of course it all depends on the reading, the people, etc etc,