Good morning and Welcome! to the Scales of Ma’at for the 18 July 2015: The 5 of Staffs and V the Hierophant. (Today’s deck is *The Byzantine Tarot* by John Matthews & Cilla Conway.) This looked a bit quotidian and ordinary, and then after that brief millisecond of respite I saw the two 5s. The 5 of Staffs has always left me a little befuddled; he is followed by 6, which I name “diplomatic victory”, but before that we have this: “disputatious council” again my label. You know, ALL of the 5s generally bite ass. Transiting from purity and simplicity into decadence is that 5-point in every suit. (Which reminds me of all the people going around with the misbelief that the number 7 confers luck. I mean, do you REALLY want the 7 of Swords announcing your style? Or the 7 of Pentacles?) Let’s look a little deeper; the Five of Wands is Strife, sitting in Geburah in the Tree of Life through Fire In Astrology it is Saturn in the 1st decan of Leo.” Like all Fives, the Five of Wands stands for Geburah - motion and changing and the powers of destruction - and 5 is the number that breaks the stability and structure of the Four. Fire isn't meant for settling and resting, and the flames burn high to break out of their own realm. As for the other side of Ma’at, we have V The hierophant. The hierophant and I are old, old friends; we’ve switched roles innumerable times over the years, and it didn’t really matter who was IN the robes as long as the rituals and Laws of the Curia moved inexorably forward with incensed sanctity cloaking it in supernal normalness and the will to dominate. To organize. To control. “We know best.” Here’s what I IMMEDIATELY SEE in the cards; remember, my Daily draws this week have been about my health/my leg. So, there are my congress of doctors all in one “room,” each staunchly defending and arguing for his treatment for the rapidly mutating leg,” and the Hierophant is me (which I can do in my SLEEP,) having to deal with these 5 professional opinions of +/- questionable efficacy. I need their information formatted in MY head in order to take leap of best-guessness for what I have pulled out of a miasma of opinion. (On a side note, for those who wrote, leg is kicking into stage 2 treatment – not miraculous, but I can do the mule pulling the load to the summits if I need to. I’m feeling Hope. Thanks!J) Well, this is just as well; being Saturday, I can ruminate over where we are at now; where hopefully in a month, and hopefully 6 months; (until I can put my Flamenco boots back on a blaze across the great stages of Europe and all of the crowned heads still around; poor things, getting a bid thin on the ground, don’t you know.) Actually, today I don’t remind re-visiting the Patriarch, not in the spirit of the contentiousness of the 5, but as master spindle to gather the threads and weave tapestry of my own design. Blessed be.