“The debt is paid,
The verdict said,
The Furies laid,
The plague is stayed”
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
I have never taken on the role of confessor before, mostly because, while I believe in faith, I don’t put my beliefs into any one system of religion. I am the one known for simply listening to the story, because to me the story is the important bit. I have heard both good and bad tales, happy and sad ones, but there are some tales that even I can’t hear without shedding a tear for the ones who went through it. This blog is not to out anyone, it’s not to tell their private stories, but I want to talk about the past here, and the sins of said time.
The Past is past. There is no going back to it and changing it. Even if we wanted to, there is nothing that we can do to change the actions that we decided upon in the past. In my readings I often say that the past is the most static of the cards. It’s unmovable, unchangeable, undoubtable. It has taught us something new and helped to mold who we are today. Sometimes we don’t like who the past has made us. The most recent tale of the past that I was given was one so dark and sad, that the person telling it feared that I would run from it. This is my promise to you dear reader; No past you give me, no story you share, no tale that resides within my mind will break me. I am stronger than you will ever know, simply because I am who I am. I have grown up knowing that I was at a chronic disadvantage yet I have persevered through this life with a smile on my face. Tell me your tales, tell me your sorrows and I will gather them to my breast and store them for you, so you don’t have to hold them alone.
The sins of the past can be forgiven. Oftentimes it’s ourselves who have the hardest time forgiving us. The ones that we wrong, they discover that it’s poisonous to hold onto a grudge or hatred forever, so they let it go. We let it fester within our hearts, burning us from the inside out with self-hatred, ruining the precious things that we have. Let go of it, acknowledge that you have erred, but that is what it means to be human. We are not perfect entities, we make mistakes we hurt each other, and oftentimes we do it not out of spite but out of a sense of loyalty that the other person can’t see. Give your sins to me, let me drink them down and tell you that you are whole. The Ace of Cups speaks of new beginnings….Drink from the chalice and begin anew.