Four of Cups with Four of Pentacles


You know what a blessing is?

If we go with the standard definition of blessing it’s as follows:

blessing | ˈblesiNG |

a thing conducive to happiness or welfare

When is a blessing not a blessing? When we no longer see it as a blessing.

Maybe it’s too much of a good thing. Maybe we are jaded by these wonderful things we have been receiving and the exhilaration has worn off.  Let me be honest: how many of you have watched a kid open one present after another, listened to them squeal with delight and wonder with each toy freshly naked and exposed how long will it be before they get sick of playing with it? Maybe it’s because I don’t have kids. Now who’s jaded?

I wonder if becoming jaded to the point where blessings transform into slag piles, where treats become same-ol’ same-ol’s, where we say oh, another meal to satiate my hunger, what a bore is the result of a broken full gauge? Are we continuing to receive well past the point of enough or when and we just don’t know it? Is the recognition of the MAX line blurred by the Western consumerist idea that it is better to receive more than to receive?

I believe so. I believe we Westerners or First Worlders or fast food aficionados take for granted so many of the blessings and gifts that we inherently receive from living in a culture of means that we continue to fill our tanks long past the point where the automatic shutoff was supposed to kick in. We find the fuel of our desires sloshing onto our Nine Wests or Jordans or Uggs to the point that the smell of the spilled excess nauseates us.

If it is indeed the case that our desire tanks are way past full then we need to empty our tanks. We can’t make room for more by hoping to burn off that fuel. We have become too bloated with the acquisitions we now take for granted to be able to roll off the couch. We still salivate at the idea of sitting at the table of More but we know we couldn’t eat another bite once we get there. Yet the idea still sounds appealing.

The only way to purge the excess is to hit the pause on acquiring and get to releasing. We need to direct the fuel line to others that are riding on fumes. We need to pass around the hose and offer to let someone in need siphon off our reserves. Few acts serve as profoundly as inspiration than witnessing someone in need becoming overjoyed by our generous provisions.


Four of Cups with The Empress

Quantum Tarot 2.0 by Kay Stopforth and Chris Butler

Are you feeling jaded and bored? Be homeless for a day.

You say, “David, being homeless sounds boring. I see those people sitting around doing nothing all day with a cardboard sign that asks for money.”

Well let me tell you this… most homeless people I encounter are busying themselves. They are searching for food and provisions that will get them through the day. There is nothing boring about constantly being in a state of survival mode.

Well I’m not here to talk about social welfare or the plight of the homeless. I’m simply trying to make a point.

Being jaded and uninspired seems to be a symptom of middle class and above. We surround ourselves with a myriad of trinkets and toys and distractions until we inevitably find that none of these things seem to do it for us. We land in between the new and the used, the sheen and lustre and chrome plating has become dull, the gadget has been played with for the thousandth time and has become predictable and stale.

So I say if we find ourselves in the throws of ennui it’s time to get rid of our comforts. If we can’t seem to entertain ourselves any longer with the shiny trappings with which we crows have crowded our nests, perhaps it’s time to do away with them. It’s interesting to see what yields from the deep dark well of deficit.

Inspiration is not derived from objets d’sire. We have fallen under the Madison Avenue induced trance that has convinced us otherwise. We believe we are inspired by the fascination that novelty brings in the heads-up display of our new car or the slick features of that new smartphone. Yet these are merely distractions as they do not inspire outward expression drawn from the well of creativity. They are merely the tools of Mesmer that hold us transfixed until the newness sloughs off like so many dead skin cells.

Creative expression is drawn from the great void of isness. It is processed from the syrup that flows from the tapping of our soul. When we can turn inward to the cornucopia of our inexhaustible and boundless inner landscape we will find an array of flotsam and jetsam strewn out of the collision of countless beautiful experiences, tiny fragments of the constant re-creating and defining of the utterly broken and errant yet perfect and beautiful self.

If we find ourselves in the throws of the dulls, it is time we stop looking outside ourselves for inspiration. Our numbness is an indication we have become disconnected from the kernel of who we are and our inner voice sounds like din or worse yet, we have completely soundproofed ourselves against the call of introspection. What we are hearing is a clarion call disguised as boredom and numbness. Once we release the agitated ego that is attached to the ennui we find we were actually yearning to retreat within yet we were afraid to do so.

Four of Cups

Four of Cups
A man seated against a tree appears disinterested in the cups before him, as well as the additional cup being offered

The life we wish to manifest begins with a desire, with a vision, with a picture in our minds of what we want for ourselves. In order to begin to manifest we have to have this vision first; in other words, setting our intention is the prerequisite to having the life we want.

There are times, however, when we desire a life other than the one we currently have, yet we have no idea as to where we want to go. We have simply become jaded in our current circumstance. The space which we are existing in is filled with boredom, we have become tired and uninterested in the environment we are in, or the people that surround us. Continue reading Four of Cups

Eight of Cups

Eight of Cups
A man walks away from eight neatly stacked chalices under cover of night, water all around, his path unknown, the moon to light his way

What if we make repeated attempts at attracting into our lives that which we want but it continues to be out of our grasp? It may be time to reexamine what we really want.

We may feel no matter how hard we try, we cannot seem to get what we want. Are we wanting what we think we want or what we think we are supposed to want? At some point in our lives we may have adopted an idea of what we are supposed to be. Perhaps our parents instilled in us a notion of what sort of career or lifestyle we should have. Maybe we measure ourselves based on others in society with a different status or income or designation. All too often we have taken on these notions without checking in with our heart center to determine what we truly want for ourselves, despite how little it resembles the expectations of others that have been adopted by us. As a result, we continue to pursue a path that is ill fitted to our true nature.

Perhaps we have already acquired the job or lifestyle or status that others find admirable or enviable, yet we are left wanting. As a result, we attempt to excel even further in our careers or elevate our social status. We acquire even more comforts and conveniences. Yet the sense of dissatisfaction persists.

In both scenarios outlined above, it is intensely difficult to abandon the notion of who we think we are supposed to be, but it is precisely what we need to do. That may mean walking away from years of hard work, even achievement and accomplishment, to simply start anew. We may have to walk into the wilderness with no game plan, no set goal, no notion of where we are bound. However, if we are not satisfied with where we are, why stay? It may mean we will lose everything, but if everything we have leaves us feeling empty already, then we truly have nothing left to lose.