What could be more fitting than a Jupiter Direct to make one toss caution to the wind and remember that magic is at every moment there for the taking?
Fool is the Zero card in the major arcana. The zero card! Already we know that we are playing with Coyote Medicine. Unwilling to even be pinned down into a numbered spot our wandering, freewheeling friend brings the wild wake-up of This Moment. (Of course followed by This Moment and another This Moment and another ever to follow.) We are in the realm of the Sacred Clown, the Heyoka of Lakota tradition. Our heads are thrown back, squinting at the glorious light.
Traditionally in readings the Fool marks the start of a new chapter, the place where we must make a leap of faith. Oh but the judgments! So many judgements. Are we a fool for thinking we can do this/be this/see this? Will this leap of faith fall short and send us into the abyss, down deep? Can we really travel with such freedom, with such a light step?
Jupiter Direct comes along to clap us on the back in encouragement. The Guru, the Storyteller, softening the edges, that Lucky Bastard… In the divine pause, the reset of the Fool card-- our Benefactor dangles lucky charms ahead on the path. And he is not going to snatch them away! If we are acclimated to struggle we can mistrust this pure generosity, we can mistrust the holy reprieve Fool is granting us.
I know Coyote intimately : tip of nose to tail, so long as he sticks around for a few minutes.
I know Jupiter’s wisdom well, expansive, charmed, winning all the chips at the table when you’ve only just learned the rules of the game.
Come on buddy, I want to believe.
During this exceptional line up of planets in retrograde I have moved house, my new home suspended over a river flowing from North to South. I have called Coyote’ s bluff and can feel Jupiter pulling up a chair beside me to peek at my cards with a wink.
This is my Zero Card, my sacred fresh start.
And yours is awaiting you….a thought, a habit, a relationship, a story.. A weight that is ready to jettison over the cliff to make damn sure that when you leap, you’ll land on your feet.
One, two, three: jump!