|Wonder City Stories (wonder_city) wrote,|
@ 2012-03-05 08:49 pm UTC
|Entry tags:||extra!, madame_destiny|
Readings, part the second
Now for the third set of three one-card readings!
Madame Destiny's hat today is quite spectacular: reminiscent of, perhaps, Carmen Miranda, but more sprawling. It looks like the grapes cascading from the brim alone, were they real, could provide the entire fruit salad course for a small Red Hat luncheon. The fruit theme is carried through to the rest of her ensemble, from the dangling clusters of cherries at her ears to the pastel print of the dress to the apples and oranges embroidered on her lacy shawl. Her nails are such a distracting apricot color that it is a wonder that you ever notice the card she has placed on the tabletop.
The card depicts a three-masted tall ship sailing with just its stern still touching the water, its bows rising into the air under the power of the glowing rockets along the sides and at the stern of the ship. It is pointed straight at a glorious sunset of reds and oranges and purples, and the water ahead of it is laced with German ships and the scopes of submarines, though it is clearly going to go straight over them all. The card is reversed to you.
"Der fliegende Holländer," Madame Destiny says. "The Flying Dutchman is supposed to be a ship of ill omen in folklore, but this ship, piloted by a mad scientist out of the Netherlands, was only ill-omened for the German ships in its way. They sailed the Atlantic, defending Allied ships from Axis naval vessels and paras alike, and late in the war, served as a transport for some refugees to America." She gazes down at the card thoughtfully. "No one actually knows what became of the ship; she vanished with all hands near the very end of the war, after the victory in Europe, on her way to the Pacific theater. And, of course, people claim to see her from time to time."
"This card stands for the six of swords," she says, bringing herself out of her historical reverie. "The six of swords is about change, travel, rest, recovery. A gentle sort of gradual alteration in life circumstances, a time for meditation and healing. Unfortunately, the card is reversed here. Your current turbulence is not going to stop in the near future. It's probably time to pause and take stock of matters, think about going to shore and making sure you've got the right map, and a working compass, and plenty of supplies. It's not that a storm is coming, but that it may just not be time to make that journey yet. The tide may not be right or something like that." She pats your hand kindly. "I hope that helps, dear."
Green is the color of the day for Madame Destiny: she is wearing a plain dark green tea-length dress with a voluminous metallic forest green scarf around her neck, a bronze belt of linked ivy leaves nipping in her matronly waistline, and a cacophony of bronze bangles clatter on the table. Her turban is a match for her scarf, and fastened with a brass and gold glass brooch.
The card she flips onto the table before you depicts a tall, saturnine white man with dark hair and deep, compelling eyes, dressed in a black cassock, a short purple cape, and a square black hat with a purple tuft atop it. He has one hand raised in apparent blessing. To his right, in the background, there is darkness and the flash of guns and bombs, while on his left, there is a rolling green countryside scarred with craters. The card is upright to you.
"Monsignore was a para working for the Papal State in Italy," Madame says. "He was one of your standard bulletproofs: super strong, fast, invulnerable, but late in the war, he apparently developed the ability to radiate a 'purifying light'. Mostly, it temporarily blinded people so he could get a punch in. He guarded Vatican City, helping maintain the Papal State's neutrality during the war, and he was known for his fervor in turning away refugees he was afraid would compromise the Vatican's neutral stance. When Italy joined the Allies in 1943, his role, as he saw it, did not change: to protect the Pope and the city."
"In this deck, Monsignore is one of the trumps: the Hierophant," Madam continues. "He represents that Old Establishment feeling, with strict hierarchies and beliefs, codes and rules, sinners and saints -- but mostly sinners. Obedience, dogma, that sort of thing. Perhaps you are feeling hemmed in but such things in your environment, or perhaps it is palpably limiting your growth." She airquotes as she says, "'The Man' is getting you down. You might start to look into ways to get out of some of those restrictions -- Houdini your way into a life that's more what you want, say." She smiles. "You'll do just fine. I hope that helps, dear."
Madame Destiny is resplendent in a poppy orange dress made of at least twice the amount of material actually required, the sort of dress that would flow dramatically in a breeze, should any breeze make itself known in the cramped quarters of the Stars 'n' Garters Cafe. Her turban, chunky necklace, earrings, and fingernails are of the same hue, making her quite an eyepopping apparition.
The card, when you can see it, depicts a white woman in a red mob cap, white blouse, and blue skirt, the skirt kirtled above her knees, some tattered edges dangling, and her sleeves rolled up to expose muscular bare arms. In both hands, she holds a massive staff topped at one end with a large cylinder of steel. The woman is grinning ferociously. Behind her is the mouth of a cannon and a mass of WWII soldiers cresting a hill. The card is reversed to you.
"This lovely lady is Molly Pitcher, stronglady of European battlefields," Madame says. "There is story after story about her appearing in the midst of a battle, rallying our boys, and leading a charge that got them back to friendly lines. She was strong enough to lift a tank, they say, and able to knock down walls with a casual blow of her club. Boundless energy and enthusiasm and compassion and charisma all wrapped up in one package. After the war, she stayed in the Army, and eventually retired a general, because she was damned intelligent to go with it all. She's still alive, you know, and doing lectures around the world. She was there for the liberation of Dachau, I understand, and her lectures are primarily a war on Holocaust deniers."
Madame picks up the card for a moment and seems to weigh it in her hand, pursing her lips thoughtfully. "In this deck, Molly Pitcher stands for the Queen of Wands. Upright, this queen is all about everything that Molly is: energy, movement, determination, direction. Unfortunately, you have her reversed, which I think here may mean that you're in a sort of limbo state. You have energy and you aren't really sure which direction to go with it, no goal, and so you're hesitating. If you hesitate too long, you'll lose momentum -- or perhaps you already have, I can't tell." She adjust her turban gently. "The best thing to do, of course, is to pick a direction and start going. It's much easier to turn a car that's rolling slowly along than one that's standing still, right?" She tucks the card away in the deck. "I hope that helps, dear."