The Tao: of the Hung
Along the way of the pilgrim, throughout its existence, we left abandoned memories and situations that we believed were magical.
The pilgrim knows how to understand that it is not a definite NO, it is simply a NOW NO.
Not yet. Not because it's not the time to collect, it's the fallow time.
Nature Letter Yin, whose element is Metal, allows the soul to be filled with the nectar of what we have learned, to transform it tomorrow.
Using that wisdom, practicing it is not yet time. The fruit is not ripe yet. What is known today is so underdeveloped that it can harm more than heal.
Patience, withdrawal and wait. But without forgetting that it is in us. That palpitates inside us. We have planted the seed, now we have to wait for the harvest time.
With the confidence that every farmer has on Mother Earth.
This Arcane of Nature Yin, is one of the few that no matter how much someone stops to think, we can hardly do it in an overwhelming Fullness. It is true, that this Fullness (referring with this concept to hot-type emotions) gives us certain behaviors that, over time, usually damage the health of those who are next to a person with Hanging Energy.
The Being who seeks victimhood, to get what he wants. Every victim shelters an executioner. The mourner who always complains, the eternal "miserere mei" (miserable of me), that makes others warm their emotions that they will end up repressing.
Who hasn't met someone like that?
This so arcane arcane, turns us on to others.
But, on other occasions, we are inspired by grief.
The human being who sacrifices himself for others, the one who runs out of bread to give it to the children. It is forgotten that if you repeat this action, nothing can be given to your children when they are dead (from hunger, thirst, cold).
He who is stranded, like a forgotten ship, and does not know whether to go one way or the other. Always motionless As if his legs had no energy. And there it stays, forever ... feeding so many "I don't deserve it, " "I can't do it, " "Total, for what?"
Guilt, low self-esteem born of guilt, leave you cornered forever ...
Like an old toy.
Author: Isabel Vázquez editor in the big family of hermandadblanca.org
THE TAO OF DEMOLITION (DEATH).
Arcane XIII, also known as Death or Demolition, is an Arcane of Yin Nature; water element.
The Water that renews if it moves, the Water that drags everything; Water that can be transformed into ice or steam.
When this Arcanum is in harmony, the Being accepts the change. Accept the destruction that is synonymous with renewal.
Everything has an end in life, and this end carries with it a beginning. In Traditional Chinese Medicine, Death is related to the Kidney organ, and likewise, that Death is also a Beginning, because the kidney is shaped like a human fetus.
"Everything flows. Nothing remains, ”said the philosopher Heraclitus and so it is with this Arcanum, which, its flow is constant so we will never bathe in the same waters. And we are not the same people we were this morning when we woke up.
Lavoisier said: “Energy is neither created nor destroyed; It just transforms. ” We are Energy ...
And I ask you: So, does Death exist?
Arcane XIII is, in itself, a lesson in humility as great as Nature. That humility gives it its greatness.
It tells us of an absolute end, of an irreparable loss that will sink us into "The Dark Night of the Soul."
But we forget that every ending has a beginning and every beginning has an ending.
Just look at the farmer's work:
Collect the harvest and keep it while, from some fruits, canning and preparing the land for the next harvest.
The Earth does not die with the harsh winter ... The Earth rests in peace.
But when this Arcane is in imbalance, we DO NOT rest in peace. We hold on to a memory, a loved one and NOT
WE REST IN PEACE.
Author: Isabel Vázquez editor in the big family of hermandadblanca.org
TAROT AND MTC: THE TAO OF THE FORCE.
The Arcanum of the Force, Yang Nature card. Masculine and Active. The Earth Element would correspond and it gives us firmness.
When we talk about the Force in this letter, we don't mean brute force.
The 11 is a Sacred number that gives us Consciousness above the ground, but without moving away from Mother Earth.
The Force of Will, the Force of Faith, The Force to survive. That is the Energy that Arcane XI has.
The Woman who opens the jaws of the lion, does it firmly and safely. He does not doubt, he does not force himself either, his Force is the determination and the animal is left to do without fear and with confidence.
Consciousness above the animal Force. 
The human being is Consciousness and instinct. Thanks to this we can and have been able to survive throughout the centuries.
But it's about living without fighting the Force of Gravity. Simply learn to live with it. The Force is not shown fighting, it is shown adapting.
The Force of gravity that falls on our heads and on Earth is what teaches us. She is not an enemy; It is an ally, everything depends on us.
When the Force card is in harmony, we said that the person did not waste energy unnecessarily. But there are those who waste until exhaustion and there are those who save until it burns.
We put strength and will to solve problems and be able to follow our path without hindrance, but our struggle is not the Here and Now. How many times we worry about something or someone, without having disturbed their balance. How many times we deal with something or someone, thinking about future consequences ... In a constant loop of worry that leads us to nothing, just to lose energy. To run out.
“If you have no solution, don't worry; If it has a solution, don't worry. ”
Fear makes us want to control situations and people constantly and strenuously for each other and for us.
And fear becomes an attack on others, sometimes even physical ones.
Aggression that is synonymous with action, not cruelty, becomes racist, sexist, childish violence ... And by force, we want to control situations that we see far from our control and that are the image of our internal ghosts.
And to fight, to fight so much… to control so much, to remain so unperturbed we weaken. We run out. We have no strength to continue, to argue, to fight ... Simply ...
We have no life.
Author: Isabel Vázquez editor in the big family of hermandadblanca.org
