Divorce is the acronym for why D‘ont I Value Our Relationship Crucially Enough? And the word crucial is not an accident. It’s root stems from something crossed, or the Holy Cross meaning sacrifice… Marriage means sacrificing all things, everything unimportant to the union and soon to the family. Yet society has given us permission to put ourselves and our selfish needs first.. above the spouse and above the children too.
Society said: ‘the minute you start getting a little hot under your freshly ironed shirt collar by causing you to have to put your spouses’ present need at the fore instead of your own- (you big baby)…. sorry Freudian — is the same minute you could start filing for divorce –at least in your head’. Then society took off running the other direction like the fifth grade bully that it is leaving you holding the smoking bb gun at the site of where he wounded a beautiful little bird or ‘the sacred family’. Isn’t society cute?
The argument arises…’but can you still remain married to someone that beats you or cheats you?’, the short answer no. The real answer and this hurts more than the beats or cheats…(its my post, I could do what I want)…’ didn’t society give you a chance to do that other thing Jesus said not to and sample marriage by way of living together first. You know, because can’t rely on what your heart tells you about your intended and because you don’t know a person until you live with them in order to find out for yourself what kind of dirt comes out in the wash. Way before committing sin number three in a row and actually bringing children into the world of unfair advantages right out the gate. In turn, rendering your life a hot mess?!
Now my divorce is over twenty years old. I didn’t take a free sample before buying into marriage… I believed in the product or the sanctity of marriage– so I rebelled against divorce and tried to keep it together for the family. I was not beaten, he just didn’t feel like playing husband and father anymore soon after my daughter was born. Society told him he could be a poltroon, (short for no backbone and sack of shit) and he listened. If society told you to jump off a cliff…. Oh wait,… it did. Society is also the one who pierces the hole in your parachute.
Keeping in mind, of course, its disclaimer that the tarot is for entertainment purposes ‘mostly’, I recently cultivated an interest in its purpose ‘partly’ or the potentially unentertainment credible part. I’m the devil… in the zodiac. Harsh as it seems, … how do you think I feel? Not something you would lead with in depicting your positive traits and personal information when needing to eg: your passport, blood drives, dating service…
After incredible taboo-ish misunderstanding about this subject, not something you talk about over dinner, I found that being the devil in the zodiac is actually deeply cool and have learned to use my powers for good by forgiving myself foremost. The devil is a Major Arcana card in the earth suit of four (earth, air, water, fire). When I was born, a Capricorn, I was mere minutes away from being the following sign –Aquarius. Had I been born at 8: 16 and not 8;13 on the evening of January 19 … well, I’d have had much less to say and a great deal less to live out and experience. Intense, addicted, needing the right thing to happen or intensely addicted to making the right thing happen.
I feel the need to destigmatize it however and bring ease to unease to the entire affaire, the tarot affaire at least. You see, legend has it and no… I’m not talking about the dude who went down to Georgia, I’m talking about the other ‘D’ word defense mechanism against evil; how we the Capricorns were born with having to take one for the team. Its just that, nowadays, if you see us more withdrawn from society– it really is in relation to how much evil there is in society. We’re not party poopers..we’re just asked to sit this lifetime out while we come up with a daily plan to defend and protect mankind– that’s all. We know when trouble is about to happen, and we stop it before it does. Then because it doesn’t happen…people ask ”what the devil got into you’? ” Exactly” is my response and you’re welcome.
Legend has it that when God passed about the positive traits to the zodiac signs, Capricorns were given the ‘hardest worker badge’. Hardest at work for all eternity…thats kind of a bum deal. So yeah we got our underwear in a bunch and who could blame us? With not just the work at hand, such as the laundry and the grocery, but hardest at work with developing the secret plans to disseminate bad for everybody else. Its the loneliest career choice ever, with little room for promotion. Its thankless work. Ah well… you’ll thank us later…much, much later …next lifetime or next tarot card.
So what am I so afraid of? That I’m finding out how the mysteries of life are solved, simply yet not easily, by ourselves if we should want to solve them– and then what?
If you were in a trance– I’d shake you
If you were not-all-the-way-baked– I’d bake you
If you were false and fake– I’d unfake you
If your human design was skewed– I’d remake you
I may have failed redoing you, yet the lesson at least for one, still got through
that needing to rectify your imperfections made me more imperfect than you
In facing truth; and when I came to understand this fact foremostly,
faint recollection of where I’d seen those very traits…oh yes… in me
That irritating little thing change does, coming when it sees fit; deliberate, behind the scene and keeping score
Taking its place only after the lesson is learned and hearts are broken and won’t step in not one minute nor one lover before
by Rita C.
Copyright GOASKRITA 2017
Neatness goes with everything. When I want my living room to have the same color scheme as my kitchen… I clean them both. I have two pets — a cat and a bird. Cute as they may be, they do not go with my furniture. Alas, I still love them and to make them feel more at home in my home — I clean them too. Clean freak you say???? To this I say– interior designer with windex.
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oh and fighting off the bad guys, I can finally kick square in the jaw now … which when the doctor asked me what my expectations were …that’s exactly what I told him I wanted for Christmas. I can also do that Fiona stunt in Shrek, where while in battle and suspended for two full minutes in the air, found time to fix her hair…hair is important as you’re slaying.
LOOK OUT NE’ER DO WELLS — I’m hot on your trail ,I’ll bid you farewell as you go down to…. heck. Happy.