Much At Stake: Vamps on Fire

After my fellow Stirrers have talked about the first three suits of the Minor Arcana, it falls to me to set forth about the Wands, Staves, Batons, Staffs, or… Stakes? Yes! Some of you may be aware of my work with the Vampire Tarot by Robert M. Place. Far from being a gimmicky deck, it has proven to be very profound. Quite apart from the darkly stunning artwork, it is extremely good at Shadow work & spotting negative patterns. Moreover, the Vampyrs usually speak to me in a poetic & evocative voice, the better to get Their message across. I have blogged here & here about my work with this deck.

Place relates the literary Vampire theme to the tarot in a very interesting way (again see my review about it). The four suits consist of the means of combating the Vampires, symbols of the Shadow Self. The suits reflect the Jungian division of the four functions of consciousness, with Knives for Thinking (Air), Garlic Flowers for Sensation (Earth), Holy Water for Intuition (Water), and our subject today, Stakes for Feeling (Fire). In Jungian thinking, feelings are not emotions. Quoting from the Vampire Tarot Guidebook: “Feeling is a decision making function that determines if something is good or bad and motivates one to action, symbolised by Fire. The basic feelings are love and hate”.

Of course the Vampyrs immediately wanted in on any discussion of Their own cards, and so I’m letting Them tell the story of the Stakes. I used my charm set for further illustration of what each card wants to say, just as i do in my Vampire Tarot Readings. So let the sinning singing commence…

The Heart wants what it wants
And it will Bleed if it does not get it
A Stake through the Heart will produce
An immediate reaction:
For some, Pleasure
For others, Pain
A Cross, a Burden
Or a sign of Hope
Which one is it
And what will you do about it
Little Mortal:
Rip it out
Have done with it?
Or let it take root
So it can either make you grow
Or have you fester?

Ah yes, once you are bitten
Little Morsel Mortal
You toss & turn in Torment
No sleep
Only Dream
No rest for the Wicked
Trouble in Paradise
It will bring its own reward
A juicy prize
Worth flapping Our wings to pieces for
Against the cold, hard Glass
Until it shatters
And Two will dream one Dream

Three Stakes will summon
Three hungry Wolves
Either Friend or Foe
Who will they devour:
Your Enemy
Or You?
To Us it is the same
If they but leave a bite for Us
Only a nibble
Just a Taste
But We digress

The Four shows you Mina
Both Sacrifice & Priestess
Who came so close
To being one of Us
She drank the Blood
Consumed Immortality
Bound herself to the Master
And He to her

If that is not Commitment
We do not know what is
Not all Love is Eternal
But Ours certainly is
Ah, sweet Mina
How did Eternity Taste
Will you ever forget
Or yearn Forever?
And more importantly
Will We?

Five of Stakes to form a Hand
To express what one Desires
To guide
Or to manipulate
Perform a Trick
Or true Sorcery
An open Hand can bring a Gift
Bring forth Creation
Or Illusion
Look carefully, dear Mortal
To See which is which
And to Know when to Give
When to Receive
And when to hit back

A Crown fit for a Master
Admiration & Respect
Is what the Six of Stakes will bring you
A Circle of admirers
Well-earned & well-deserved
Well done, little Mortal
Enjoy your time
On your little pedestal
You have your pick
Of all Three Brides
Just leave some for Us
(Just a drop
Only a lick
Ah yes)

No good can come
From any Seven
When will you Mortals learn
That Seven is Deceit
Or Tears
Or even Death
Seven Stakes will bring a Quarrel
Ugly, deadly
Throat torn out
So you are devoid of Voice
Devoid of Power

No good can come
Of this kind of Conflict
When you see this card
Do not even try
Arguments will not win this
Only Force & Violence
So flee the scene
(We like a Scene
Ah yes
It makes Us hungry
Leave this sort of thing to Us
While you live another day)

Summon your Strength
And all your Courage
For the Eight of Stakes brings Duty
And not always a pleasant one
To drive a Stake through someone’s Heart
Someone who is not quite a Corpse
And may still Bleed
It takes a particular sense of Duty
A peculiar kind of Discipline
To see it through
To destroy Illusion
That what is not Life
Nor Death
It will bring rewards, oh yes
And yet may leave you hollow

Only fair, then
That after Eight comes Nine
After building Strength
Will come Surrender
Sacrifice of You
Instead of the Other
Here is the Fire
The pure Power
That was promised by the Stakes
The Sun, the Pyre
True Death
Letting go

Let it burn you away
Reduce you to Ashes
And leave nothing behind
But a good deed done
A Light for the World
We Immortals fear the Fire
But We know that Light
Beyond Our Darkness
Oh yes

It is what keeps us going
Throughout Eternity
It wakes us from our Slumber
When all seems lost
Returned to Dust
It is both what burns Us up
And what rekindles Life
Makes Us crawl out of that Coffin
Break out of Our Tomb
Pull out all Ten Stakes

Our own Choice really:
Will We stay buried
Or live again?
And you, little Mortal
Are you a Bone discarded
Or a Seed planted?

And so, when reduced to Our very Essence
We meet the Court ruling the Stakes
The ones in whom the Fire burns
For better or for worse:

The Knave & the Knight
The Poet & his Creation:
Ligeia, the Fatal Woman
Whose Passion conquered Death
With a hypnotic Gorgon stare
For she has seen that Light
Inside the Dark
Inside herself
And inside you

Poor Poet Poe
How your Raven whispers
Fills your mind with Stories
And your Heart with Dreams
Such Vision, such Intensity
To dream up a Ligeia
And many ladies like her
Forever dying
But refusing to stay Dead
What does that say about you

The King & Queen
They do not need each other
Facing away from each other
And yet so alike
And aligned
Charlotte Stoker
Both inspired & inspiring
A Teacher & a Guide
A Wise woman
With the Patience to
See you through the Fire

And the King, Franz Liszt
Ah yes, a man who ruled
Wherever he went
With his Genius
His pure Charisma
A man who set the tone
Quite literally too
Be wary of his Melodies
They might sweep you away
So strong his Fire is
Ah yes
We like him a lot
What does that tell you

And now the Night beckons Us
With her soft star light
Such a Comfort
After being so close to Fire
Too close for Comfort really
We do not like the Stakes
That have Us Bleed
Or Burn
And so We leave you, little Mortal

But We are watching from the Shadows
As We have always been
How you Shine
The Warmth of you, it draws Us
Ah yes
Just a Taste
A nibble
One drop only

Is that so much to ask?

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