Story of the Tarot prt3Turning around the Fool trembled with fear at seeing a tall elegant masked man clothed all in black and carrying a large scythe. To either side of him stood a beautiful woman, one with sparkling rainbow coloured fairy wings, the other her twin but for the goat's hooves which clipped slightly on the cobbles of the road.
'Death,' nodded the swordswoman acknowledging them each in turn 'Lady Temperance, Mistress Devil. Our doors are always open to the higher spirits of course; please do not let me delay you.'
'And what an interesting young man we have here!' declared Death with a knowing smile and crouching to better inspect the youth. 'You have no need to fear me child,' he said kindly 'for in fact I know the answer to your question.'
Grinning he pointed a slender finger at his own face 'I, in fact, am the answer!' he declared mysteriously 'though I see from your expression you don't understand what I mean. Well it's quite simple really. When things and people die, they go back to the ear
Story of the Tarot prt2It wasn't long before the Fool spotted a lone figure sat overlooking the village, the Hermit was a strange blue-skinned man, his feet were clawed and he held a glittering lantern aloft with his long pointed tail as he read from a huge book.
At first the Fool wasn't sure if this strange creature was really the man he was looking for or perhaps one of the scary monsters he had been warned about, but after a minute or so the man looked over at him with an impatient eyebrow raised and asked 'Have you come here to ask me something or just stare like a fool?'
'Ah!' started the Fool nervously, worried to be caught staring 'well actually I came to ask if you knew what the meaning of life was?'
'The meaning of life?' The Hermit's eyebrows shot up even further, 'Well now that is a good question.' He looked thoughtful for a moment and the Fool almost thought he saw him smile 'No-one has asked me such a good question in a while...for it is a difficult one to answer. For me life is solitude, silenc
The Story of the Tarot prt1Once upon a time, a young Fool sat in a beautiful field of flowers watching the clouds roll by.
'Hello there young man.' A strange figure stood over him, a purple haired Magician with a comical grin,The Magician winked an eye and then asked 'I wonder dear boy, do you know the meaning of life?'
The Fool thought this a very strange question and shook his hair in confusion but when he looked up again the Magician had vanished.
'The meaning of life?' the Fool mused, 'that's a good question, and surely very important to know. I shall travel out across the land until I can find the answer.'
And so with a small pack over his back and a pretty flower in his hand the Fool set out into the world to find the answer to the meaning of life.
Not far from his hometown the Fool came across a small pool of water by which sat a High Priestess reading from a long scroll.
'Hello,' said the Fool 'I am on a journey to find the meaning of life do you know what it is?'
'Yes.' replied the Priestess, 'Life is c