I had another dream last night. It was so real that the after effects stayed with me as I went to check on the animals before breakfast. I cannot describe the dream here, in so public a medium, but I listened for the woodman again as I passed the edge of the magic wood on the way back to the house. At first his strange voice was silent, and I found myself recalling the events of yesterday, until somehow the dream insinuated itself into the reality of the morning and I heard him again and understood what he was saying.
We were close in my dream, I’ll say no more than that. And he told me I was Special. Of course I already know I’m Special, but it’s always nice to hear it repeated. And then he said that I would never grow old, that although another year has passed since April 1st 2010, that I must always remain thirty-seven.
He said that I am at the height of my powers and will remain so as long as my age stays at that magic number. Three plus seven is, as I’m sure you know, ten.
Ten is the number of the Wheel of Fortune, and my fortune will be good as long as my age is numerically correct.
One is the number of the Magician – who counts tarot reading among his many skills – and zero is the number of the Fool. And one plus zero equals one.
Of course, I must already have known this, because yesterday I was about to change my age on the ‘About Aisselle’ section of the blog when something seemed to hold me back. The Universe works in mysterious ways.
After breakfast I was drawn inexorably to the Thoth, and as I opened the box and looked into the eyes of the Fool, the top card, Hermaphroditey spoke to me:
All ways are lawful to innocence.
Silence breaks into rapture.
Be neither man nor woman, but both in one.
I must meditate on those words when I have time – I feel certain they are of great importance.
Till when, Aisselle
Thoth Fool, a photo by me on Flickr.