December 28th, The Magician!

December 28th, the 1st card of the Major Arcana is The Magician, who symbolizes intellect, communication, information, as well as magic.  Over his head is an infinity symbol, which in some Tarot decks takes the form of a hat, in others a halo.  Many interpretations may be drawn, one of which is that the Magician recognizes the cyclical and unending nature of life and is empowered by this understanding.  The positive traits suggested by this first card include diplomatic skill and shrewdness but, negatively, lack of scruples and opportunism.


Benjamin Robert Haydon
From Benjamin Robert Haydon's autobiography,  December 28th, 1817:

On December 28th the immortal dinner came off in my painting-room, with Jerusalem (Haydon's 'Christ's Entry into Jerusalem' painting)  towering up behind us as a background.  Wordsworth was in fine cue, and we had a glorious set-to on Homer, Shakespeare, Milton and Virgil.  Lamb got exceedingly merry and exquisitely witty; and his fun in the midst of Wordsworth's solemn intonations of oratory was like the sarcasm and wit of the fool in the intervals of Lear's passion.  He made a speech and voted me absent, and made them drink my health.  "Now," said Lamb, "you old lake poet, you rascally poet, why do you call Voltaire dull?" We all defended Wordsworth, and affirmed there was a state of mind when Voltaire would be dull.  "Well," said Lamb, "here's Voltaire -- the Messiah of the French nation, and a very proper one too."

He then, in a strain of humor beyond description, abused me for putting Newton's head into my picture; "a fellow," said he, "who believed nothing unless it was as clear as the three sides of a triangle."  And then he and Keats agreed he had destroyed all the poetry of the rainbow by reducing it to the prismatic colors.  It was impossible to resist him, and we all drank "Newton's health, and confusion to mathematics..."

In the morning of this delightful day, a gentleman, a perfect stranger, had called on me.  He said he knew my friends, had an enthusiasm for Wordsworth, and begged I would procure him the happiness of an introduction.  He told me he was a comptroller of stamps, and often had correspondence with the poet.  I thought it a liberty; but still, as he seemed a gentleman, I told him he might come.

When we retired to tea (after dinner) we found the comptroller.  In introducing him to Wordsworth I forgot to say who he was.  After a little time the comptroller looked down, looked up and said to Wordsworth: "Don't you think, sir, Milton was a great genius?"  Keats looked at me, Wordsworth looked at the comptroller.  Lamb who was dozing by the fire turned round and said: "Pray, sir, did you say Milton was a great genius?"  "No, sir; I asked Mr. Wordsworth if he were not." "Oh," said Lamb, "then you are a silly fellow."  "Charles! my dear Charles!" said Wordsworth; but Lamb, perfectly innocent of the confusion he had created, was off again by the fire.

After an awful pause the comptroller said: "Don't you think Newton a great genius?" I could not stand it any longer.  Keats put his head into my books.  Ritchie squeezed in a laugh.  Wordsworth seemed asking himself: "Who is this?" Lamb got up, and talking a candle, said: "Sir, will you allow me to look at your phrenological development?"  He then turned his back on the poor man, and at every question of the comptroller he chanted:

          Diddle Diddle dumpling, my son John
          Went to bed with his breeches on.

... Keats and I hurried Lamb into the painting-room, shut the door and gave way to inextinguishable laughter.  Monkhouse followed and tried to get Lamb away.  We went back, but the comptroller was irreconcilable.  We soothed and smiled and asked him to supper.  He stayed though his dignity was sorely affected.  However, being a good-natured man, we parted all in good humor, and no ill effects followed.

All the while, until Monkhouse succeeded, we could hear Lamb struggling in the painting-room and calling at intervals: "Who is that fellow?  Allow me to see his organs once more."

-- Wordsworth had in 1813 been appointed to the sinecure post of Distributor of Stamps for Westmorland; one of his most famous sonnets is in praise of Milton.

 In the above painting by Benjamin Robert Haydon, titled "Christ's Entry into Jerusalem, Wordsworth appears at the right middle-ground, opposite Christ's out-stretched arm, with head bowed and hand on breast.  Behind him to his left stand Voltaire and Newton (in profile).  Keats is directly behind Wordsworth, also in profile.

For those of you new to the Christian Art of old, most of it does have hidden messages by the artist to show us they were just doing what they had to to make a living since, Religious Fanaticism controlled everything and if you didn't obey it's control, you were out of work.   Pretty much the way it is today in the U.S. if you want to have a cushion corporate job with full benefits... you must appear to be obediently conservative or else you're out.

Ces tout!

Feast of Fools Ancient Drawing

During the Middle Ages before the Christian Church totally made it a Baby Jesus Holiday, the Feast of Fools was a very popular day that captured the light-hearted spirit of the Roman Saturnalia (also known as the twelve days of Christmas).  On this day, normal roles were often reversed, with masters waiting on their servants.

Hmmmm, 'Masters waiting on their servants."

Is it any wonder that  in 1869 on this day, The Knights of Labor, a union of tailors in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, held the first Labor Day ceremonies in American history.  Established as a secret society for fear of death from the always too-conservative U.S. politicians backed by Trump-like business owners, it grew into a national body that played an important role in the labor movement of the late 19th century which actually led to an eight hour work day, Sundays off, and health insurance... all of which have been slowly taken away and will shortly be a thing of history once the current politic-body of the U.S has completed done away with all social programs in the name of Tax Cuts....  of course, then we will have another revolution, so dear friends, please carry on as I connect the dots for you.  

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