The Tarot of the Drowning World

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I woke thinking of it, half in a dream where the world or at least my part of it had flooded, and the problem was not just navigating rivers full of bodies but finding potable water. This tarot was a kickstarter (https://kahnselesnick.biz/tarot-of-the-drowning-world/1f9fbidm8k6otcxzg9xb6qv72vwl35) the minor arcana are interesting, though they don't necessarily say much, the major arcana become inevitably samey; they just hang there with symbols around them to be picked out and turned into patterns. But if the Pope doesn't bless and the Priestess doesn't read, if the Empress isn't pregnant and the Chariot isn't driving, what is this? The above link doesn't have a High Priestess, so I looked around the web and found it, a hopeless clutter. The deck is often pretty and haunting, but that may be all it is. I don't know why it turned up in my head.

This morning feels like I'm waiting for something. Most peculiar.

Edited to add: And here it is. News via mum, a cousin's daughter has been having difficulties with her thyroid, turns out there are malignant cells present. Hopefully early caught, early sorted, but still... she's in her teens. The family are beside themselves.

Gosh, why does the world feel so inimical right now? Not on my account, things are fine at this end, no reason to complain. But for so many - and I noticed this at the excellent party a couple of weeks back - there's been loss, redundancy, bereavement, divorce, disease,etc. Where did the good times go?