The Truelove: Poet and Philosopher David Whyte on Reaching Beyond Our Limiting Beliefs About the Love We Deserve

By Maria Popova (themarginalian.org)

Few things limit us more profoundly than our own beliefs about what we deserve, and few things liberate us more powerfully than daring to broaden our locus of possibility and self-permission for happiness. The stories we tell ourselves about what we are worthy or unworthy of — from the small luxuries of naps and watermelon to the grandest luxury of a passionate creative calling or a large and possible love — are the stories that shape our lives. Bruce Lee knew this when he admonished that “you will never get any more out of life than you expect,” James Baldwin knew it when he admonished that “you’ve got to tell the world how to treat you [because] if the world tells you how you are going to be treated, you are in trouble,” and Viktor Frankl embodied this in his impassioned insistence on saying “yes” to life.

The more vulnerable-making the endeavor, the more reflexive the limitation and the more redemptive the liberation.

That difficult, delicate, triumphal pivot from self-limitation to self-liberation in the most vulnerable-making of human undertakings — love — is what poet and philosopher David Whyte, who thinks deeply about these questions of courage and love, maps out in his stunning poem “The Truelove,” found in his book The Sea in You: Twenty Poems of Requited and Unrequited Love (public library) and read here by David himself in his sonorous Irish-tinted English voice, in his singular style of echoing lines to let them reverberate more richly:

THE TRUELOVE
by David Whyte

There is a faith in loving fiercely
the one who is rightfully yours,
especially if you have
waited years and especially
if part of you never believed
you could deserve this
loved and beckoning hand
held out to you this way.

I am thinking of faith now
and the testaments of loneliness
and what we feel we are
worthy of in this world.

Years ago in the Hebrides,
I remember an old man
who walked every morning
on the grey stones
to the shore of baying seals,
who would press his hat
to his chest in the blustering
salt wind and say his prayer
to the turbulent Jesus
hidden in the water,

and I think of the story
of the storm and everyone
waking and seeing
the distant
yet familiar figure
far across the water
calling to them

and how we are all
preparing for that
abrupt waking,
and that calling,
and that moment
we have to say yes,
except it will
not come so grandly
so Biblically
but more subtly
and intimately in the face
of the one you know
you have to love

so that when
we finally step out of the boat
toward them, we find
everything holds
us, and everything confirms
our courage, and if you wanted
to drown you could,
but you don’t
because finally
after all this struggle
and all these years
you simply don’t want to
any more
you’ve simply had enough
of drowning
and you want to live and you
want to love and you will
walk across any territory
and any darkness
however fluid and however
dangerous to take the
one hand you know
belongs in yours.

“The Truelove” appears in the short, splendid course of poem-anchored contemplative practices David guides for neuroscientist and philosopher Sam Harris’s Waking Up meditation toolkit, in which he reads each poem, offers an intimate tour of the landscape of experience from which it arose, and reflects on the broader existential quickenings it invites.

Couple this generous gift of a poem with “Sometimes” — David’s perspectival poem about living into the questions of our becoming, also part of Waking Up — then revisit the Nobel-winning Polish poet Wisława Szymborska on great love and James Baldwin (who believed that poets are “the only people who know the truth about us”) on love and the illusion of choice.

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Tarot Card for February 15: The Queen of Wands

The Queen of Wands

As a suit, Wands are direct, determined and connected to Will and its appropriate application. The Queen of Wands represents a woman who knows exactly what she wants out of life, and aims at her goals with great dedication.She is often a woman who has experienced conflict and trauma, and learned from these. She’s usually independent, forthright and self-motivated. As a friend she will be loyal and honest, though sometimes given to handing out unwelcome advice, and taking over.As a parent she can be quite dominant, claiming that she wants her off spring to be self-reliant and confident, but sometimes tending to become impatient, and do things on their behalf in her own way, rather than allowing her children to make up their own minds.She’s a fighter, who does not suffer fools gladly. She will support and assist those who are vulnerable and needy, offering unceasing energy and determination. She takes up causes readily, and proves herself a worthy adversary. However she has a tendency not to know when to stop, and enjoys being at the forefront of the battle, rather than beavering away on the more routine aspects of any campaign.This is a forceful and proud woman. She applies high standards to everything she becomes involved in. As a result, she can sometimes be somewhat intolerant of people who do things differently.So – The Queen of Wands – a fine ally, and a dangerous enemy!

Rev J.M. Gates – “Manish Women,” 1930

J. D. Doyle • Jul 29, 2013 • Rev J.M. Gates – “Manish Women” Something different for me…an anti-gay recording, or at least one condemning acting like the opposite sex. Rev Gates was probably the most successful ministers in the South. He was definitely of the fire-and-brimstone call-and-response type, and was unique in that many of his sermons were recorded, about 200 of them, done between 1926 and 1941. The label Document Records has reissued nine CDs of his work. But this one track, “Manish Women,” is the one of interest to me, as it storms against women of that, …er, style, who “try to walk and talk like a man,” and doesn’t leave out “some men trying to walk and talk like a woman.” Released on Okeh Records, #8779, in 1930.

Keeping your Inner Child Alive

The writer's path

The writer’s path

Jan 7, 2024 (Medum.com)

Photo by Almos Bechtold on Unsplash

31 December 2023

Delicious dishes are cooked in the kitchen. Fragrant scents fill the living room. Guests enjoy the perfumed aromas. The family is together. The mood is festive.

The children put on their best smiles. Joy seems unable to leave their faces. They’re happy. Happy to be here. Happy to be living a unique moment in a child’s life.

Seeing one of them smile more than the others, I remember what a little boy I was. How I was just as excited about the upcoming holiday season.

It was an event in my life. For months, I’d been thinking about it. The moments I was going to experience. The great meals I was going to eat. The gifts I would receive.

This excitement was for the end of the year, but also birthdays. My youngest birthdays were unforgettable moments that are still vivid. (A reminder that I should make my children experience unforgettable birthdays, these memories are so important.)

The child I was knew how to savor the magic of these precious days.

Then I got older. The little boy grew up. And as the years went by, the excitement waned.

Maybe I was thrown into the adult world too quickly. Responsibilities piled up on my shoulders. I lost some of that magic at lightning speed.

It’s hard to pinpoint why the magic no longer works.

Age? Perhaps.
Responsibilities? Perhaps.
Loss of innocence? Perhaps.
The cycle of life? Who knows?

Life offers magic, but also brutality. And once you’ve tasted the extremes of both spectrums, the magic becomes less magical.

The loss of your inner child could be harmless. I could think about it and forget. But I don’t. There’s something scary about it. If even the magic of wonder can be lost over the years, I’m in great danger.

What if all the magic of life slips away from me?
What if there comes a point where I can’t marvel at anything anymore?

The thought of that old uncle frightens me. He doesn’t do anything anymore. The only way to know that he’s alive is to check his pulse. Nothing excites him. He spends days watching TV. Screwed to his chair as if he’s immovable. Armed with an unbreakable poker face.

I try to tell him: “You could do anything with all that time.”

To which his eyes seem to reply: “It’s when I have all this time that I don’t feel like doing anything.”

His eyes are extinguished. Let’s talk about the eyes. They reveal so much. The eyes betray those who have lost their magic. Their gaze is that of those who no longer have hope. Their faces are closed. Their bodies work, but the battery seems to have been disconnected.

This uncle was an active man. But his desire to discover new things is gone. So he waits. For what? The end, I guess. His only adventures are the trips back and forth between the fridge and the sofa.

That’s not a judgment, maybe he’s happy like that. Or maybe life has brutalized him too much and made him like this. But I’m still afraid. Afraid that my last couple of decades will look like this. Disenchanted. Without life in a world full of it.

So I’m working on my capacity for wonder. If you can lose it, surely you can earn it back? There are so many little things in life that we don’t take the time to appreciate.

As I mentioned in my morning notes, right now it’s the sun’s kiss that fills me with joy. I take my time observing the sky and I realize the magnificence of the universe. I find myself getting lost in natural landscapes. Observing things I don’t usually see.

I take time to chat with the people around me. I try not to be in a hurry. To have time for myself and for others. To be there for those who ask. To be there for the people who love me. I don’t want to be remembered as a person who never had time for anything or anyone.

I’m trying to say “I love you” a little more. I think the people you love need to know you love them. Nobody ever suffered from too much love. We’re happy when someone tells us they love us. We have that same power with a couple of tiny words.

I try to be curious. That’s why I say yes to more things. I forget my preconceptions and let myself be surprised. At worst, it’ll just be a new experience.

Life was brutal. It tried to shoot me down, but I’m still standing. I can’t let this brutality win. I can’t let this brutality steal my magic. It’s a treasure too precious. So this year, for my birthday. I’m going to celebrate. And make it unforgettable.

When the magic is fading, maybe it’s up to us to force ourselves to bring some of it back.

  • Have you lost the magic you felt as a child?
  • Does being an adult automatically mean losing the magic?
  • How do you rekindle the magic?

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God is Love

A theological deep dive

Prudence Louise

Prudence Louise

Published in The Big Think

4 days ago (Medium.com)

Photo by Cathal Mac an Bheatha on Unsplash

When some people hear that God is love, it arouses the image of a benign old gentleman. An inoffensive chap who is insipidly polite and agreeably kind.

This superficial idea comes from the dogma of materialist thinking. We’re accustomed to think of love as an emotion, a feeling evoked by an object in the world.

But this is a facile and meagre conception of both love and God. Divine love isn’t an emotion at all. Love is our ultimate well-being and the foundation of our existence.

Love is truth, life and existence itself.

Love as ontology

Love as ontology is an idea that’s foreign to the modern mind. In the materialist worldview ethics is a dangler subject.

For the materialist, the world consists only of matter. Good and evil aren’t properties we find in materialism’s universe. Objects don’t have the properties of dimension, mass, charge and … goodness.

The materialist looks out at an insentient, uncaring and purposeless world.

It’s an artificial way of seeing the world because ethics is inseparable from our metaphysics. Ethics isn’t an optional extra, it’s the essential focus of our lives.

We can’t confine questions of right and wrong to abstract theories. Ethics is a practical discipline which can’t be avoided. Ethical truths are existential truths.

Materialism takes what’s foundational in our lives and makes it an afterthought. Good and bad become free-floating theories, uprooted from the substance of reality.

To understand the religious view that God is love, we need to put aside the peculiar ideas of materialism. We need to enter into a deeper and more holistic way of thinking.

Any philosophy worth having must fully integrate ethics with metaphysics. And once we do this, we end with love as ontology.

Love becomes the substance of reality.

The ultimate good

According to Plato, “What men love is simply and solely the good.” The supreme object of love is the ultimate good. We love things in varying degrees, according to how fully they participate in the good.

Eventually we reach the ultimate good, the thing “for whose sake all the other things” are loved. Later, Christianity will associate God with Plato’s ultimate good.

To understand God as the ultimate good, we first need to understand what the word God means. The superficiality of materialism has infected our ideas of God as well. Many people think of God as some kind of super-human sky daddy.

God isn’t more powerful than super-man, God is all-powerful. God isn’t “a being” who sits at the top of the pyramid of beings, God is “Being itself”.

God is the Absolute. The necessary foundation of all existence.

God is omnipotent, omniscient, eternal, self-sufficient, perfect, immutable, transcendent and immanent.

Divine simplicity

At the heart of this conception of God is divine simplicity. God isn’t composed of parts. There’s no distinction between what God is and that God is. In theological terms, God’s existence is identical to his essence.

Which should make it clear why God is also identified with the ultimate good. God is not only the ground on which all things stand, he’s also the end toward which all things move.

The simplicity of God means God doesn’t possess a will, God is his will. God is identical to his will, and his power, and his knowledge, and his goodness.

And so of course, God is also identical to his love.

Rather than an emotion evoked within God by an external cause, God’s love is an eternal act of will. Divine love isn’t a want or a need, something which God lacks.

God’s love is an outpouring of generosity. An overflow of benevolence and the desire for the good of the other.

Love as creation

This outpouring of God’s love is the act of creation. God’s love brings the world into existence and continually sustains it at every moment.

As the ultimate force of attraction, God draws us from the edge of non-existence and takes us to eternity, to the divine life.

This eternal existence is communion with God. An immersion in a universal, all-pervading, never ending love.

Mystics from many different creeds describe divine love as the fundamental cosmic fact. They speak in different languages and from different times and cultures. But they all describe the same state of being.

Our very existence – who and what we are — is a longing for God. We are by our very nature, ceaselessly drawn towards the ultimate good.

You have made us for yourself, O Lord, and our heart is restless until it rests in you.” (Saint Augustine, Confessions)

Love is grace

This is why many theists identify love with grace. Grace is the divine bestowal of our very existence. Our self is an act of charity, a gift from God.

There’s nothing in our nature that qualifies us for the gift of existence. The power of grace isn’t within our grasp. There’s no arrangement we can make, no actions we can perform which can create and secure our own existence.

Grace descends. We receive. Our only choice is to embrace the gift with an open heart, or fight against it.

The refusal of love

With this understanding of God’s love, the wrath of God or the existence of hell, can only be a metaphor. When we reject the unquenchable ardour of God’s love, suffering and evil are the consequence.

If we refuse to open ourselves to love, it can’t move us. It can’t inspire our actions. It can’t transform us. So it can’t lift and carry us to the divine realm.

It can only outwardly burn us as it collides with our resistance. This outward burning is suffering. This is what evil consists of, resisting and moving in opposition to God’s unconditional and all-pervading love.

Evil and suffering aren’t defects in our nature, but ignorance of where to find our highest welfare. We can vividly feel our inner longing for the good. But we try to satisfy that longing with the temporary things of this world.

We ignore God. We love things other than God, thinking we can find fulfilment without him.

All those material things are destined to disappoint us. The inevitability of that disappointment isn’t a matter of opinion or preference. It’s an ontological fact.

Our schemes for finding fulfilment in this world are destined to end in failure. Because they will inevitably end. The greater the love, the greater the pain which accompanies its inevitable loss.

The pinnacle of human thought

This understanding of divine love shows us the depth and breadth of theistic thought. Love of God represents the pinnacle of human thought, and the most exalted goal of a human life.

It also represents the ground on which we stand. Theism integrates the deepest longings of our heart and soul with our intellectual theories about the world.

God’s love is not the insipid kindness of an agreeable old man. Divine love is the elegant and graceful dance that moves the world.

Prudence Louise

Written by Prudence Louise

·Editor for The Big Think

Writing about things that interest me. Which means I’m probably writing about philosophy, religion or spirituality. Visit my website at www.prudencelouise.com

The Message Carl Jung Wanted the World to Understand

It’s short and sweet but it packs a punch

Andy Murphy

Andy Murphy

Published in Change Your Mind Change Your Life

Jan 19, 2024 (Medium.com)

Photo by Eric Nopanen on Unsplash

When I was growing up, I didn’t really know who I was. I was a chameleon. I fitted in everywhere but that left me with the feeling that I didn’t belong anywhere.

It was a strange feeling.

One that gave me lots of friends and a good life but no real depth.

I would find myself imitating other people’s laughs, how they spoke, what they said, how they danced, what they listened to, and even how they ate.

I was like clay. Ready to be remoulded at any moment if the occasion needed it.

I’m not saying all this is bad. It helped me become extremely adaptable, versatile, and relatable. However, I often lost myself in the process and that was confusing.

At times, it even caused me to be anxious.

That’s when I heard Carl Jung say:

“The world will ask you who you are, and if you don’t know, the world will tell you.”

This made sense to me because for the longest time, the world was telling me who I was because I didn’t know.

So, who am I?

This question has intrigued many great hearts and minds through time, including Socrates and Rumi and all the other philosophers and soul seekers across millennia.

After being on a spiritual path for nearly a decade now, Who Am I is split into two categories:

  1. Myself
  2. My non-self

Getting to know myself has been a process of learning what I like, what I don’t, how I want to live my life and with who, and what gifts I want to share with the world.

It’s also been a process of learning what my boundaries are, how to set them, how to say no, and having the courage to stand behind what I believe in.

It’s the human part of the human experience.

Getting to know my non-self has been the most magical part. That’s involved learning I am so much more than this human body, I am not my thoughts, and I am whole and complete.

My soul is a part of the universal soul that brings everything to life and that for a brief moment in time, I am just having a human experience.

Perhaps Rumi — the great Persian mystic poet — captured this best when he said: “You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the ocean in a drop.”

Or Pierre Teilhard de Chardin: “We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience.”

Or Jim Carrey: “I used to be a guy who was experiencing the Universe, but now I feel like the Universe experiencing a guy.”

All of these statements ring true for me because, from my personal experiences of psychedelic journeys, plant medicine ceremonies, and breathwork sessions, I’ve experienced something similar.

Getting to know my non-self is how I’ve come to understand my existence in life (and life itself).

Dancing between these two worlds is the hardest part

Me, myself, and I still get triggered, annoyed, upset, confused, lost, and overwhelmed in daily life. I’m constantly making mistakes, not speaking my truth, and stumbling through life.

On the surface, it looks like I’m calm and ready but deep down I don’t have a clue what I’m doing.

Then I connect with my non-self and realise that everything is OK and exactly where it needs to be. There’s nothing to do, nowhere to go, and no one to become. I am beautiful and whole and perfect because the universe is beautiful and whole and perfect.

This is all to say that dancing between these two worlds is hard.

How to be completely immersed in the human experience and feel all the emotions that it brings up while simultaneously knowing that it’s all just a big playground is not easy.

What I have to constantly remind myself of is that there is so much more to life that we don’t see than what we do.

This is the paradox of life and Carl Jung knew more about it than most.

That’s why he said:

“Only the paradox comes anywhere near to comprehending the fullness of life.”

And why Brené Brown went on to add:

“We are complex beings who wake up every day and fight against being labeled and diminished with stereotypes and characterizations that don’t reflect our fullness.”

So, who are you?

How do you stay in your fullness?

What do you do to get to know yourself better?

Continue Reading…

The Best of Carl Jung — Condensed Into Tiny Sentences

The old man continues to amaze

Andy Murphy

Written by Andy Murphy

·Writer for Change Your Mind Change Your Life

Spreading joy through writing and breathwork https://www.somabreath.com/#a_aid=AndyMurphy

The Election in November

James Russell Lowell/The Atlantic

The Election in NovemberAbraham Lincoln. (photo: GraphicaArtis)

13 february 24 (RSN.org)

EDITOR’S NOTE: “The Atlantic’s editor endorsed Abraham Lincoln for the presidency in the 1860 election, correctly predicting that it would prove to be “a turning-point in our history.” (From 1860)”

While all of us have been watching, with that admiring sympathy which never fails to wait on courage and magnanimity, the career of the new Timoleon in Sicily,–while we have been reckoning, with an interest scarcely less than in some affair of personal concern, the chances and changes that bear with furtherance or hindrance upon the fortune of united Italy, we are approaching, with a quietness and composure which more than anything else mark the essential difference between our own form of democracy and any other yet known in history, a crisis in our domestic policy more momentous than any that has arisen since we became a nation. Indeed, considering the vital consequences for good or evil that will follow from the popular decision in November, we might be tempted to regard the remarkable moderation which has thus far characterized the Presidential canvass as a guilty indifference to the duty implied in the privilege of suffrage, or a stolid unconsciousness of the result which may depend upon its exercise in this particular election, did we not believe that it arose chiefly from the general persuasion that the success of the Republican party was a foregone conclusion.

In a society like ours, where every man may transmute his private thought into history and destiny by dropping it into the ballot-box, a peculiar responsibility rests upon the individual. Nothing can absolve us from doing our best to look at all public questions as citizens, and therefore in some sort as administrators and rulers. For, though during its term of office the government be practically as independent of the popular will as that of Russia, yet every fourth year the people are called upon to pronounce upon the conduct of their affairs. Theoretically, at least, to give democracy any standing-ground for an argument with despotism or oligarchy, a majority of the men composing it should be statesmen and thinkers. It is a proverb, that to turn a radical into a conservative there needs only to put him into office, because then the license of speculation or sentiment is limited by a sense of responsibility,–then for the first time he becomes capable of that comparative view which sees principles and measures, not in the narrow abstract, but in the full breadth of their relations to each other and to political consequences. The theory of democracy presupposes something of these results of official position in the individual voter, since in exercising his right he becomes for the moment an integral part of the governing power.

How very far practice is from any likeness to theory a week’s experience of our politics suffices to convince us. The very government itself seems an organized scramble, and Congress a boys’ debating-club, with the disadvantage of being reported. As our party-creeds are commonly represented less by ideas than by persons, (who are assumed, without too close a scrutiny, to be the exponents of certain ideas,) our politics become personal and narrow to a degree never paralleled, unless in ancient Athens or mediaeval Florence. Our Congress debates and our newspapers discuss, sometimes for day after day, not questions of national interest, not what is wise and right, but what the Honorable Lafayette Skreemer said on the stump, or bad whiskey said for him, half a dozen years ago. If that personage, outraged in all the finer sensibilities of our common nature, by failing to get the contract for supplying the District Court-House at Skreemeropolisville City with revolvers, was led to disparage the union of these States, it is seized on as proof conclusive that the party to which he belongs are so many Catalines,–for Congress is unanimous only in misspelling the name of that oft-invoked conspirator. The next Presidential Election looms always in advance, so that we seem never to have an actual Chief Magistrate, but a prospective one, looking to the chances of reelection, and mingling in all the dirty intrigues of provincial politics with an unhappy talent for making them dirtier. The cheating mirage of the White House lures our public men away from present duties and obligations; and if matters go on as they have gone, we shall need a Committee of Congress to count the spoons in the public plate-closet, whenever a President goes out of office,–with a policeman to watch every member of the Committee. We are kept normally in that most unprofitable of predicaments, a state of transition, and politicians measure their words and deeds by a standard of immediate and temporary expediency,–an expediency not as concerning the nation, but which, if more than merely personal, is no wider than the interests of party.

Is all this a result of the failure of democratic institutions? Rather of the fact that those institutions have never yet had a fair trial, and that for the last thirty years an abnormal element has been acting adversely with continually increasing strength. Whatever be the effect of slavery upon the States where it exists, there can be no doubt that its moral influence upon the North has been most disastrous. It has compelled our politicians into that first fatal compromise with their moral instincts and hereditary principles which makes all consequent ones easy; it has accustomed us to makeshifts instead of statesmanship, to subterfuge instead of policy, to party-platforms for opinions, and to a defiance of the public sentiment of the civilized world for patriotism. We have been asked to admit, first, that it was a necessary evil; then that it was a good both to master and slave; then that it was the corner-stone of free institutions; then that it was a system divinely instituted under the Old Law and sanctioned under the New. With a representation, three-fifths of it based on the assumption that negroes are men, the South turns upon us and insists on our acknowledging that they are things. After compelling her Northern allies to pronounce the “free and equal” clause of the preamble to the Declaration of Independence (because it stood in the way of enslaving men) a manifest absurdity, she has declared, through the Supreme Court of the United States, that negroes are not men in the ordinary meaning of the word. To eat dirt is bad enough, but to find that we have eaten more than was necessary may chance to give us an indigestion. The slaveholding interest has gone on step by step, forcing concession after concession, till it needs but little to secure it forever in the political supremacy of the country. Yield to its latest demand,–let it mould the evil destiny of the Territories,–and the thing is done past recall. The next Presidential Election is to say Yes or No.

But we should not regard the mere question of political preponderancy as of vital consequence, did it not involve a continually increasing moral degradation on the part of the Nonslaveholding States,–for Free States they could not be called much longer. Sordid and materialistic views of the true value and objects of society and government are professed more and more openly by the leaders of popular outcry, if it cannot be called public opinion. That side of human nature which it has been the object of all law-givers and moralists to repress and subjugate is flattered and caressed; whatever is profitable is right; and already the slave-trade, as yielding a greater return on the capital invested than any other traffic, is lauded as the highest achievement of human reason and justice. Mr. Hammond has proclaimed the accession of King Cotton, but he seems to have forgotten that history is not without examples of kings who have lost their crowns through the folly and false security of their ministers. It is quite true that there is a large class of reasoners who would weigh all questions of right and wrong in the balance of trade; but we cannot bring ourselves to believe that it is a wise political economy which makes cotton by unmaking men, or a far-seeing statesmanship which looks on an immediate money-profit as a safe equivalent for a beggared public sentiment. We think Mr. Hammond even a little premature in proclaiming the new Pretender. The election of November may prove a Culloden. Whatever its result, it is to settle, for many years to come, the question whether the American idea is to govern this continent, whether the Occidental or the Oriental theory of society is to mould our future, whether we are to recede from principles which eighteen Christian centuries have been slowly establishing at the cost of so many saintly lives at the stake and so many heroic ones on the scaffold and the battle field, in favor of some fancied assimilation to the household arrangements of Abraham, of which all that can be said with certainty is that they did not add to his domestic happiness.

We believe that this election is a turning-point in our history; for, although there are four candidates, there are really, as everybody knows, but two parties, and a single question that divides them. The supporters of Messrs. Bell and Everett have adopted as their platform the Constitution, the Union, and the enforcement of the Laws. This may be very convenient, but it is surely not very explicit. The cardinal question on which the whole policy of the country is to turn–a question, too, which this very election must decide in one way or the other–is the interpretation to be put upon certain clauses of the Constitution. All the other parties equally assert their loyalty to that instrument. Indeed, it is quite the fashion. The removers of all the ancient landmarks of our policy, the violators of thrice-pledged faith, the planners of new treachery to established compromise, all take refuge in the Constitution,–

“Like thieves that in a hemp-plot lie,
Secure against the hue and cry.”

In the same way the first Bonaparte renewed his profession of faith in the Revolution at every convenient opportunity; and the second follows the precedent of his uncle, though the uninitiated fail to see any logical sequence from 1789 to 1815 or 1860. If Mr. Bell loves the Constitution, Mr. Breckinridge is equally fond; that Egeria of our statesmen could be “happy with either, were t’other dear charmer away.” Mr. Douglas confides the secret of his passion to the unloquacious clams of Rhode Island, and the chief complaint made against Mr. Lincoln by his opponents is that he is TOO Constitutional.

Meanwhile the only point in which voters are interested is,–What do they mean by the Constitution? Mr. Breckinridge means the superiority of a certain exceptional species of property over all others, nay, over man himself. Mr. Douglas, with a different formula for expressing it, means practically the same thing. Both of them mean that Labor has no rights which Capital is bound to respect,–that there is no higher law than human interest and cupidity. Both of them represent not merely the narrow principles of a section, but the still narrower and more selfish ones of a caste. Both of them, to be sure, have convenient phrases to be juggled with before election, and which mean one thing or another, or neither one thing nor another, as a particular exigency may seem to require; but since both claim the regular Democratic nomination, we have little difficulty in divining what their course would be after the fourth of March, if they should chance to be elected. We know too well what regular Democracy is, to like either of the two faces which each shows by turns under the same hood. Everybody remembers Baron Grimm’s story of the Parisian showman, who in 1789 exhibited the royal Bengal tiger under the new character of national, as more in harmony with the changed order of things. Could the animal have lived till 1848, he would probably have found himself offered to the discriminating public as the democratic and social ornament of the jungle. The Pro-slavery party of this country seeks the popular favor under even more frequent and incongruous aliases: it is now national, now conservative, now constitutional; here it represents Squatter Sovereignty, and there the power of Congress over the Territories; but, under whatever name, its nature remains unchanged, and its instincts are none the less predatory and destructive.

Mr. Lincoln’s position is set forth with sufficient precision in the platform adopted by the Chicago Convention; but what are we to make of Messrs. Bell and Everett? Heirs of the stock in trade of two defunct parties, the Whig and Know-Nothing, do they hope to resuscitate them? or are they only like the inconsolable widows of Pere la Chaise, who, with an eye to former customers, make use of the late Andsoforth’s gravestone to advertise that they still carry on the business at the old stand? Mr. Everett, in his letter accepting the nomination, gave us only a string of reasons why he should not have accepted it at all; and Mr. Bell preserves a silence singularly at variance with his patronymic. The only public demonstration of principle that we have seen is an emblematic bell drawn upon a wagon by a single horse, with a man to lead him, and a boy to make a nuisance of the tinkling symbol as it moves along. Are all the figures in this melancholy procession equally emblematic? If so, which of the two candidates is typified in the unfortunate who leads the horse?–for we believe the only hope of the party is to get one of them elected by some hocus-pocus in the House of Representatives. The little boy, we suppose, is intended to represent the party, which promises to be so conveniently small that there will be an office for every member of it, if its candidate should win. Did not the bell convey a plain allusion to the leading name on the ticket, we should conceive it an excellent type of the hollowness of those fears for the safety of the Union, in case of Mr. Lincoln’s election, whose changes are so loudly rung,–its noise having once or twice given rise to false alarms of fire, till people found out what it really was. Whatever profound moral it be intended to convey, we find in it a similitude that is not without significance as regards the professed creed of the party. The industrious youth who operates upon it has evidently some notion of the measured and regular motion that befits the tongues of well-disciplined and conservative bells. He does his best to make theory and practice coincide; but with every jolt on the road an involuntary variation is produced, and the sonorous pulsation becomes rapid or slow accordingly. We have observed that the Constitution was liable to similar derangements, and we very much doubt whether Mr. Bell himself (since, after all, the Constitution would practically be nothing else than his interpretation of it) would keep the same measured tones that are so easy on the smooth path of candidacy, when it came to conducting the car of State over some of the rough places in the highway of Manifest Destiny, and some of those passages in our politics which, after the fashion of new countries, are rather corduroy in character.

But, fortunately, we are not left wholly in the dark as to the aims of the self-styled Constitutional party. One of its most distinguished members, Governor Hunt of New York, has given us to understand that its prime object is the defeat at all hazards of the Republican candidate. To achieve so desirable an end, its leaders are ready to coalesce, here with the Douglas, and there with the Breckinridge faction of that very Democratic party of whose violations of the Constitution, corruption, and dangerous limberness of principle they have been the lifelong denouncers. In point of fact, then, it is perfectly plain that we have only two parties in the field: those who favor the extension of slavery, and those who oppose it,–in other words, a Destructive and a Conservative party.

We know very well that the partisans of Mr. Bell, Mr. Douglas, and Mr. Breckinridge all equally claim the title of conservative: and the fact is a very curious one, well worthy the consideration of those foreign critics who argue that the inevitable tendency of democracy is to compel larger and larger concessions to a certain assumed communistic propensity and hostility to the rights of property on the part of the working classes. But the truth is, that revolutionary ideas are promoted, not by any unthinking hostility to the rights of property, but by a well-founded jealousy of its usurpations; and it is Privilege, and not Property, that is perplexed with fear of change. The conservative effect of ownership operates with as much force on the man with a hundred dollars in an old stocking as on his neighbor with a million in the funds. During the Roman Revolution of ’48, the beggars who had funded their gains were among the stanchest reactionaries, and left Rome with the nobility. No question of the abstract right of property has ever entered directly into our politics, or ever will, -the point at issue being, whether a certain exceptional kind of property, already privileged beyond all others, shall be entitled to still further privileges at the expense of every other kind. The extension of slavery over new territory means just this,–that this one kind of property, not recognized as such by the Constitution, or it would never have been allowed to enter into the basis of representation, shall control the foreign and domestic policy of the Republic.

A great deal is said, to be sure, about the rights of the South; but has any such right been infringed? when a man invests money in any species of property, he assumes the risks to which it is liable. If he buy a house, it may be burned; if a ship, it may be wrecked; if a horse or an ox, it may die. Now the disadvantage of the Southern kind of property is,–how shall we say it so as not to violate our Constitutional obligations?–that it is exceptional. When it leaves Virginia, it is a thing; when it arrives in Boston, it becomes a man, speaks human language, appeals to the justice of the same God whom we all acknowledge, weeps at the memory of wife and children left behind,–in short, hath the same organs and dimension that a Christian hath, and is not distinguishable from ordinary Christians, except, perhaps, by a simpler and more earnest faith. There are people at the North who believe, that, beside meum and tuum, there is also such a thing as suum,–who are old-fashioned enough, or weak enough, to have their feelings touched by these things, to think that human nature is older and more sacred than any claim of property whatever, and that it has rights at least as much to be respected as any hypothetical one of our Southern brethren. This, no doubt, makes it harder to recover a fugitive chattel; but the existence of human nature in a man here and there is surely one of those accidents to be counted on at least as often as fire, shipwreck, or the cattle-disease; and the man who chooses to put his money into these images of his Maker cut in ebony should be content to take the incident risks along with the advantages. We should be very sorry to deem this risk capable of diminution; for we think that the claims of a common manhood upon us should be at least as strong as those of Freemasonry, and that those whom the law of man turns away should find in the larger charity of the law of God and Nature a readier welcome and surer sanctuary. We shall continue to think the negro a man, and on Southern evidence, too, as long as he is counted in the population represented on the floor of Congress,–for three-fifths of perfect manhood would be a high average even among white men; as long as he is hanged or worse, as an example and terror to others,–for we do not punish one animal for the moral improvement of the rest; as long as he is considered capable of religious instruction,–for we fancy the gorillas would make short work with a missionary; as long as there are fears of insurrection,–for we never heard of a combined effort at revolt in a menagerie. Accordingly, we do not see how the particular right of whose infringement we hear so much is to be made safer by the election of Mr. Bell, Mr. Breckinridge, or Mr. Douglas,–there being quite as little chance that any of them would abolish human nature as that Mr. Lincoln would abolish slavery. The same generous instinct that leads some among us to sympathize with the sorrows of the bereaved master will always, we fear, influence others to take part with the rescued man.

But if our Constitutional Obligations, as we like to call our constitutional timidity or indifference, teach us that a particular divinity hedges the Domestic Institution, they do not require us to forget that we have institutions of our own, worth maintaining and extending, and not without a certain sacredness, whether we regard the traditions of the fathers or the faith of the children. It is high time that we should hear something of the rights of the Free States, and of the duties consequent upon them. We also have our prejudices to be respected, our theory of civilization, of what constitutes the safety of a state and insures its prosperity, to be applied wherever there is soil enough for a human being to stand on and thank God for making him a man. Is conservatism applicable only to property, and not to justice, freedom, and public honor? Does it mean merely drifting with the current of evil times and pernicious counsels, and carefully nursing the ills we have, that they may, as their nature it is, grow worse?

To be told that we ought not to agitate the question of Slavery, when it is that which is forever agitating us, is like telling a man with the fever and ague on him to stop shaking and he will be cured. The discussion of Slavery is said to be dangerous, but dangerous to what? The manufacturers of the Free States constitute a more numerous class than the slaveholders of the South: suppose they should claim an equal sanctity for the Protective System. Discussion is the very life of free institutions, the fruitful mother of all political and moral enlightenment, and yet the question of all questions must be tabooed. The Swiss guide enjoins silence in the region of avalanches, lest the mere vibration of the voice should dislodge the ruin clinging by frail roots of snow. But where is our avalanche to fall? It is to overwhelm the Union, we are told. The real danger to the Union will come when the encroachments of the Slave-Power and the concessions of the Trade-Power shall have made it a burden instead of a blessing. The real avalanche to be dreaded, are we to expect it from the ever-gathering mass of ignorant brute force, with the irresponsibility of animals and the passions of men, which is one of the fatal necessities of slavery, or from the gradually increasing consciousness of the non slaveholding population of the Slave States of the true cause of their material impoverishment and political inferiority? From one or the other source its ruinous forces will be fed, but in either event it is not the Union that will be imperiled, but the privileged Order who on every occasion of a thwarted whim have menaced its disruption, and who will then find in it their only safety.

We believe that the “irrepressible conflict”–for we accept Mr. Seward’s much-denounced phrase in all the breadth of meaning he ever meant to give it–is to take place in the South itself; because the Slave-System is one of those fearful blunders in political economy which are sure, sooner or later, to work their own retribution. The inevitable tendency of slavery is to concentrate in a few hands the soil, the capital, and the power of the countries where it exists, to reduce the non-slaveholding class to a continually lower and lower level of property, intelligence, and enterprise,–their increase in number adding much to the economical hardship of their position and nothing to their political weight in the communities where education induces refinement, where facility of communication stimulates invention and variety of enterprise, where newspapers make every man’s improvement in tools, machinery, or culture of the soil an incitement to all, and bring all the thinkers of the world to teach in the cheap university of the people. We do not, of course, mean to say that slaveholding states may not and do not produce fine men; but they fail, by the inherent vice of their constitution and its attendant consequences, to create enlightened, powerful, and advancing communities of men, which is the true object of all political organizations, and which is essential to the prolonged existence of all those whose life and spirit are derived directly from the people. Every man who has dispassionately endeavored to enlighten himself in the matter cannot but see, that, for the many, the course of things in slaveholding states is substantially what we have described, a downward one, more or less rapid, in civilization and in all those results of material prosperity which in a free country show themselves in the general advancement for the good of all and give a real meaning to the word Commonwealth. No matter how enormous the wealth centred in the hands of a few, it has no longer the conservative force or the beneficent influence which it exerts when equably distributed,—even loses more of both where a system of absenteeism prevails so largely as in the South. In such communities the seeds of an “irrepressible conflict” are surely, if slowly, ripening, and signs are daily multiplying that the true peril to their social organization is looked for, less in a revolt of the owned labor than in an insurrection of intelligence in the labor that owns itself and finds itself none the richer for it. To multiply such communities is to multiply weakness.

The election in November turns on the single and simple question, Whether we shall consent to the indefinite multiplication of them; and the only party which stands plainly and unequivocally pledged against such a policy, nay, which is not either openly or impliedly in favor of it, is the Republican party. We are of those who at first regretted that another candidate was not nominated at Chicago; but we confess that we have ceased to regret it, for the magnanimity of Mr. Seward since the result of the Convention was known has been a greater ornament to him and a greater honor to his party than his election to the Presidency would have been. We should have been pleased with Mr. Seward’s nomination, for the very reason we have seen assigned for passing him by,–that he represented the most advanced doctrines of his party. He, more than any other man, combined in himself the moralist’s oppugnancy to Slavery as a fact, the thinker’s resentment of it as a theory, and the statist’s distrust of it as a policy,–thus summing up the three efficient causes that have chiefly aroused and concentrated the antagonism of the Free States. Not a brilliant man, he has that best gift of nature, which brilliant men commonly lack, of being always able to do his best; and the very misrepresentation of his opinions which was resorted to in order to neutralize the effect of his speeches in the Senate and elsewhere was the best testimony to their power. Safe from the prevailing epidemic of Congressional eloquence as if he had been inoculated for it early in his career, he addresses himself to the reason, and what he says sticks. It was assumed that his nomination would have embittered the contest and tainted the Republican creed with radicalism ; but we doubt it. We cannot think that a party gains by not hitting its hardest, or by sugaring its opinions. Republicanism is not a conspiracy to obtain office under false pretenses. It has a definite aim, an earnest purpose, and the unflinching tenacity of profound conviction. It was not called into being by a desire to reform the pecuniary corruptions of the party now in power. Mr. Bell or Mr. Breckinridge would do that, for no one doubts their honor or their honesty. It is not unanimous about the Tariff, about State-Rights, about many other questions of policy. What unites the Republicans is a common faith in the early principles and practice of the Republic, a common persuasion that slavery, as it cannot but be the natural foe of the one, has been the chief debaser of the other, and a common resolve to resist its encroachments everywhen and everywhere. They see no reason to fear that the Constitution, which has shown such pliant tenacity under the warps and twistings of a forty-years’ proslavery pressure, should be in danger of breaking, if bent backward again gently to its original rectitude of fibre. “All forms of human government,” says Machiavelli, “have, like men, their natural term, and those only are long-lived which possess in themselves the power of returning to the principles on which they were originally founded.”

It is in a moral aversion to slavery as a great wrong that the chief strength of the Republican party lies. They believe as everybody believed sixty years ago; and we are sorry to see what appears to be an inclination in some quarters to blink this aspect of the case, lest the party be charged with want of conservatism, or, what is worse, with abolitionism. It is and will be charged with all kinds of dreadful things, whatever it does, and it has nothing to fear from an upright and downright declaration of its faith. One part of the grateful work it has to do is to deliver us from the curse of perpetual concession for the sake of a peace that never comes, and which, if it came, would not be peace, but submission,–from that torpor and imbecility of faith in God and man which have stolen the respectable name of Conservatism. A question which cuts so deep as the one which now divides the country cannot be debated, much less settled, without excitement. Such excitement is healthy, and is a sign that the ill humors of the body politic are coming to the surface, where they are comparatively harmless. It is the tendency of all creeds, opinions, and political dogmas that have once defined themselves in institutions to become inoperative. The vital and formative principle, which was active during the process of crystallization into sects, or schools of thought, or governments, ceases to act; and what was once a living emanation of the Eternal Mind, organically operative in history, becomes the dead formula on men’s lips and the dry topic of the annalist. It has been our good fortune that a question has been thrust upon us which has forced us to reconsider the primal principles of government, which has appealed to conscience as well as reason, and, by bringing the theories of the Declaration of Independence to the test of experience in our thought and life and action, has realized a tradition of the memory into a conviction of the understanding and the soul. It will not do for the Republicans to confine themselves to the mere political argument, for the matter then becomes one of expediency, with two defensible sides to it; they must go deeper, to the radical question of Right and Wrong, or they surrender the chief advantage of their position. What Spinoza says of laws is equally true of party-platforms,–that those are strong which appeal to reason, but those are impregnable which compell the assent both of reason and the common affections of mankind.

No man pretends that under the Constitution there is any possibility of interference with the domestic relations of the individual States; no party has ever remotely hinted at any such interference; but what the Republicans affirm is, that in every contingency where the Constitution can be construed in favor of freedom, it ought to be and shall be so construed. It is idle to talk of sectionalism, abolitionism, and hostility to the laws. The principles of liberty and humanity cannot, by virtue of their very nature, be sectional, any more than light and heat. Prevention is not abolition, and unjust laws are the only serious enemies that Law ever had. With history before us, it is no treason to question the infallibility of a court; for courts are never wiser or more venerable than the men composing them, and a decision that reverses precedent cannot arrogate to itself any immunity from reversal. Truth is the only unrepealable thing.

We are gravely requested to have no opinion, or, having one, to suppress it, on the one topic that has occupied caucuses, newspapers, Presidents’ messages, and congress, for the last dozen years, lest we endanger the safety of the Union. The true danger to popular forms of government begins when public opinion ceases because the people are incompetent or unwilling to think. In a democracy it is the duty of every citizen to think; but unless the thinking result in a definite opinion, and the opinion lead to considerate action, they are nothing. If the people are assumed to be incapable of forming a judgment for themselves, the men whose position enables them to guide the public mind ought certainly to make good their want of intelligence. But on this great question, the wise solution of which, we are every day assured, is essential to the permanence of the Union, Mr. Bell has no opinion at all, Mr. Douglas says it is of no consequence which opinion prevails, and Mr. Breckinridge tells us vaguely that “all sections have an equal right in the common Territories.” The parties which support these candidates, however, all agree in affirming that the election of its special favorite is the one thing that can give back peace to the distracted country. The distracted country will continue to take care of itself, as it has done hitherto, and the only question that needs an answer is, What policy will secure the most prosperous future to the helpless Territories, which our decision is to make or mar for all coming time? What will save the country from a Senate and Supreme Court where freedom shall be forever at a disadvantage?

There is always a fallacy in the argument of the opponents of the Republican party. They affirm that all the States and all the citizens of the States ought to have equal rights in the Territories. Undoubtedly. But the difficulty is that they cannot. The slaveholder moves into a new Territory with his institution, and from that moment the free white settler is virtually excluded. His institutions he cannot take with him; they refuse to root themselves in soil that is cultivated by slave-labor. Speech is no longer free; the post-office is Austrianized; the mere fact of Northern birth may be enough to hang him. Even now in Texas, settlers from the Free States are being driven out and murdered for pretended complicity in a plot the evidence for the existence of which has been obtained by means without a parallel since the trial of the Salem witches, and the stories about which are as absurd and contradictory as the confessions of Goodwife Corey. Kansas was saved, it is true; but it was the experience of Kansas that disgusted the South with Mr. Douglas’s panacea of “Squatter Sovereignty.”

The claim of equal rights in the Territories is a specious fallacy. Concede the demand of the slavery-extensionists, and you give up every inch of territory to slavery, to the absolute exclusion of freedom. For what they ask (however they may disguise it) is simply this,–that their local law be made the law of the land, and coextensive with the limits of the General Government. The Constitution acknowledges no unqualified or interminable right of property in the labor of another; and the plausible assertion, that “that is property which the law makes property,” (confounding a law existing anywhere with the law which is binding everywhere,) can deceive only those who have either never read the Constitution or are ignorant of the opinions and intentions of those who framed it. It is true only of the States where slavery already exists; and it is because the propagandists of slavery are well aware of this, that they are so anxious to establish by positive enactment the seemingly moderate title to a right of existence for their institution in the Territories,–a title which they do not possess, and the possession of which would give them the oyster and the Free States the shells. Laws accordingly are asked for to protect the inhabitants from deciding for themselves what their frame of government shall be. Such laws will be passed, and the fairest portion of our national domain irrevocably closed to free labor, if the Non-Slaveholding States fail to do their duty in the present crisis.

But will the election of Mr. Lincoln endanger the Union? It is not a little remarkable, that, as the prospect of his success increases, the menaces of secession grow fainter and less frequent. Mr. W. L. Yancey, to be sure, threatens to secede; but the country can get along without him, and we wish him a prosperous career in foreign parts. But Governor Wise no longer proposes to seize the Treasury at Washington,–perhaps because Mr. Buchanan has left so little in it. The old Mumbo-Jumbo is occasionally paraded at the North, but, however many old women may be frightened, the pulse of the stock-market remains provokingly calm. General Cushing, infringing the patent-right of the late Mr. James the novelist, has seen a solitary horseman on the edge of the horizon. The exegesis of the vision has been various, some thinking that it means a Military Despot,–though in that case the force of cavalry would seem to be inadequate,–and others the Pony Express. If it had been one rider on two horses, the application would have been more general and less obscure. In fact, the old cry of Disunion has lost its terrors, if it ever had any, at the North. The South itself seems to have become alarmed at its own scarecrow, and speakers there are beginning to assure their hearers that the election of Mr. Lincoln will do them no harm. We entirely agree with them, for it will save them from themselves.

To believe any organized attempt by the Republican party to disturb the existing internal policy of the Southern States possible presupposes a manifest absurdity. Before anything of the kind could take place, the country must be in a state of forcible revolution. But there is no premonitory symptom of any such convulsion, unless we except Mr. Yancy, and that gentleman’s throwing a solitary somerset will hardly turn the continent head over heels. The administration of Mr. Lincoln will be conservative, because no government is ever intentionally otherwise, and because power never knowingly undermines the foundation on which it rests. All that the Free States demand is that influence in the councils of the nation to which they are justly entitled by their population, wealth, and intelligence. That these elements of prosperity have increased more rapidly among them than in communities otherwise organized, with greater advantages of soil, climate, and mineral productions, is certainly no argument that they are incapable of the duties of efficient and prudent administration, however strong a one it may be for their endeavoring to secure for the Territories the single superiority that has made them what they are. The object of the Republican party is not the abolition of African slavery, but the utter extirpation of dogmas which are the logical sequence of the attempts to establish its righteousness and wisdom, and which would serve equally well to justify the enslavement of every white man unable to protect himself. They believe that slavery is a wrong morally, a mistake politically, and a misfortune practically, wherever it exists; that it has nullified our influence abroad and forced us to compromise with our better instincts at home; that it has perverted our government from its legitimate objects, weakened the respect for the laws by making them the tools of its purposes, and sapped the faith of men in any higher political morality than interest or any better statesmanship than chicane. They mean in every lawful way to hem it within its present limits.

We are persuaded that the election of Mr. Lincoln will do more than anything else to appease the excitement of the country. He has proved both his ability and his integrity; he has had experience enough in public affairs to make him a statesman, and not enough to make him a politician. That he has not had more will be no objection to him in the eyes of those who have seen the administration of the experienced public functionary whose term of office is just drawing to a close. He represents a party who know that true policy is gradual in its advances, that it is conditional and not absolute, that it must deal with fact and not with sentiments, but who know also that it is wiser to stamp out evil in the spark than to wait till there is no help but in fighting fire with fire. They are the only conservative party, because they are the only one based on an enduring principle, the only one that is not willing to pawn tomorrow for the means to gamble with today. They have no hostility to the South, but a determined one to doctrines of whose ruinous tendency every day more and more convinces them.

The encroachments of Slavery upon our national policy have been like those of a glacier in a Swiss valley. Inch by inch, the huge dragon with his glittering scales and crests of ice coils itself onward, an anachronism of summer, the relic of a bygone world where such monsters swarmed. But it has its limit, the kindlier forces of Nature work against it, and the silent arrows of the sun are still, as of old, fatal to the frosty Python. Geology tells us that such enormous devastators once covered the face of the earth, but the benignant sunlight of heaven touched them, and they faded silently, leaving no trace but here and there the scratches of their talons, and the gnawed boulders scattered where they made their lair. We have entire faith in the benignant influence of Truth, the sunlight of the moral world, and believe that slavery, like other worn-out systems, will melt gradually before it. “All the earth cries out upon Truth, and the heaven blesseth it; ill works shake and tremble at it, and with it is no unrighteous thing.”

Tarot Card for February 14: The Five of Wands

The Five of Wands

A day ruled by the Lord of Strife is bound to have its inherent problems. This card brings restriction, limitation, frustration and annoyance with it. Often these problems will be experienced in the workplace, and they sometimes indicate that we feel overwhelmed by the number of tasks that we need to get through.Expect this day to be one in which even minor things create their own difficulties and obstacles. First and foremost, we all need to take our senses of humour to work with us!! It’s probably also useful to regard a Five of Wands day as a ‘bad attitude’ day. That could as easily be our own as anyone else’s, as well!So, having wrapped yourself up in your sense of humour, study the workload in front of you, and leave all the things you know will drive you mad till the atmosphere is better. Try to pick out tasks that you will enjoy. That way if they frustrate you, at least you’ll enjoy the bits before and afterwards!Assess your own attitude carefully and try to dispel any nagging negativity. Isolate anything that looks like it is an inner conflict brewing, and write it down to address soon (they all tend to come to the surface on this day).Also assess the mood of those people you come into contact with, and avoid any who seem to be having the same sort of bad attitude day as you!! That should minimise the conflict you meet.Finally, at the end of the day try hard to shed anything that you have picked up along the way. Use whatever method you find most effective to de-stress, in the hope that you’ll have a better day tomorrow!! By the way, the affirmation is designed to be hard to say – hopefully it’ll make you laugh!!Affirmation: “I meet conflict and obstacles with equanimity.”

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