Four of Cups with The Lovers

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Quantum Tarot (1.0) by Kay Stopforth and Chris Butler

For many there is nothing worse than the feeling of being jaded and bored. Everything the eyes set upon has a dullness. The senses are immune to anything titillating or tantalizing. The author of Ecclesiastes earns a knowing yet numb nod for stating that there is nothing new under the sun, and even that big oaf of an orb has been putting on the same old show for four billion years.

Although it may feel like the entropy of all things interesting and exciting, boredom is ironically anything but static. Jadedness and numbness is not a result, but a construct. One does not merely wake up bored; it is essentially an accumulation of unsatisfactory outcomes that have become so taxing and exhausting they have drained us of anything akin to hope. Ennui is the carrion birds that have landed on the carcass that was once our living dreams.

For those of you reading this post that may be teetering on the edge of the kind of boredom that has you gorging on Rold Golds while watching reruns of Too Close For Comfort at 2am, you might consider it an affront to your divinely bestowed state of ennui: Boredom is a choice. Boredom is the safety net to keep from having to experience one more round of disappointment, of lifting your arms and opening your hands to release the dove of aspirations only to have it plummet to the earth after taking on a blast of birdshot from the .22 of “reality”. You can’t hurt if you can’t feel, right?

In this scenario it is Mr. Expectation that wears the black hat. The aspirations and goals we’ve created and set for ourselves is based on something outside of ourselves; as a result, the pursuit of said attainments are hollow at best. The discomfort from the knocks we take on the way don’t seem to be worth the prize and all we do is draw through our teeth while rubbing our skinned knee, vowing never to stand up again.

The fruit we bite into has to be so succulent that we don’t care if the juice runs down our arm into the sleeve of our Dolce & Gabbana ribbed knit jumper. The exercise in chasing our dreams must awaken our passion and sensuality in and of itself. The goals we set must be comprised of steps that are so alivening that we will want to do them again and again even if it means breaking a nail or a toe bone or an ego. If the end merely justifies the means and the means are bereft of flavor, in the end we will end up bored and uninspired. The remedy is to find the passion within our purpose and the pursuit therein to stave off the potential of becoming jaded in the process.

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David Dear

David Dear suddenly became interested in the exploration of metaphysics shortly after the Harmonic Convergence of 1987. Over the next 25 years he became proficient in reading Tarot and astrological natal charts, learned past life regression and Thought Field Therapy, and became attuned in Chios and is a Usui Reiki master. David has the innate ability to perceive aspects of reality on a multidimensional level and is naturally telepathic. He has a bachelor's degree in metaphysical theology and is an ordained metaphysical minister and licensed metaphysical practitioner. David currently lives in Tacoma, Washington with his wife/best friend, two dogs and one cat.

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