In honor of the teasers for the season 5 opener…and loosely based on a still I saw with Brennan, Angela, and the psychic sitting outside with a deck of cards. Having some fun with my reference books, these are by no means official Tarot readings (and are possibly completely unlikely), though the meanings are straight out of my books.
Brennan frowned at her computer screen, agitated on so many levels. Booth wasn't himself, Caroline was interfering with the investigation, a psychic was telling them where to find dead bodies, and the same woman was not only right, but had insinuated herself into the case. She didn't care that Angela thought so highly of the woman--and who calls themselves Avalon Harmonia, anyway?
And why was she spending her evening looking up Tarot cards? It's all superstition, she reminded herself, but kept reading. It was turning into a fascinating examination of a cultural subset she had never come into contact with before, that was why. Or so she told herself.
"You are the Queen of Cups," the woman had said, tapping the card authoritatively. "A water card, a powerful woman, one who, by her deeds, can cause dreams of all kinds to come true. I'm not talking about animated clichés. You fight for justice and give identity to the lost and thereby fulfill a desire, a need, or an ideal, if you prefer."
A reluctant smile crossed her lips. She actually liked that description. And this website's deck--not the same one used earlier--the drawing bore a certain vague resemblance to herself. In coloration at least.
"Reinforced by the Knight of Swords. You don't back down from much, do you, Temperance? The courage of your convictions, if you will. But it borders on the rash at times."
Brennan rolled her eyes; she couldn't help it. She supposed she was impetuous once in a while, but all in a good cause. Not that Booth usually agreed--! The thought of him wiped the smile from her face as it brought back her concerns. She had tried not to let it show, but the lack of his gaudy accessories had distressed her, and the fact he wasn't aware that there was something wrong disturbed her even more. He was harder to read now, so she had no idea if he had picked up her emotional state. It was their first year of working together all over again, she thought with a sigh before typing in the name of the next card. If less--combative.
"Another Cup--the Two. Cups are usually a good thing. They're feminine, indicators of creativity, and symbolize the bearing of the life-force. That is not always to be taken literally," she added, holding up a hand as Brennan began to protest. "Writers and artists as well as mothers, inventors, and nurturers share this suit. Now, the Two-- it's a sign of news or something positive coming in love and friendship. Sometimes an actual change, sometimes just the promise of better times."
Brennan clicked on the link for the Two of Cups and one phrase jumped out at her: "Heart rather than head rules." She swallowed hard, remembering what Booth had said to her about head and heart. What about the other cards?
"It's surrounded by several interesting cards. The Chariot, the Ace of Pentangles, and the Hanged Man. Unusual to see these clustered together. The Ace could be an indication of your own position in the world--you are at the top of a demanding field, you write best-sellers. In short, you strive and usually succeed at being the best. But being near the Two, it can also indicate the beginning of a romantic relationship, and one in which, once you are committed to it, you will work hard at making it work as well as the rest."
That seemed to be a rather unique interpretation based on what she was reading here, Brennan decided, wondering exactly how much Angela had told Avalon. Most references to that card were more materially successful, reflecting the coin in the image.
"The Chariot, now--that's a strange one. By itself, it can be an indicator of a strong mind, a strong will, but also a reminder that 'all work and no play make Jack a dull boy.' Or Jill a dull girl, as the case may be. But in close proximity to the Two…there is also a more literal meaning. Traveling with love; or to put it in more prosaic terms, carpooling with the beloved."
Angela had choked on laughter at that. "Oh, you have no idea," she murmured.
Brennan glared at her. "Can we get on with this? I have things to do at the lab; Booth needs to know about the test results…"
Now, she flushed, realizing the unfortunate juxtaposition. So what else about the Chariot, anyway? "Referring to Man's mind as his only weapon for survival." "Union of opposites." Coincidence, she thought and resolutely moved on the next card.
"The Hanged Man--this card is often misinterpreted. It's…subtle, something I sense you are not. This is not torture; he is unbound; in some decks he even smiles a little. If there is any bondage, it is easily escaped. The most common interpretation is that there is some sort of hanging in limbo, the querant is suspended between things--events, decisions, feelings, even. A sign that it's time to change your perspective, shake things up."
She wondered how anyone could believe in this--it was all so contradictory. Progression and suspension, sacrifice and transformation, waiting periods and change, all were supposed to be meanings for the Hanged Man. She clicked out of the last website, not bothering to check the last few cards. If Angela wanted to believe in this, that was her prerogative, but Brennan wasn't going to waste any more time on it. She picked up her bag and shut everything off, resolutely not thinking of the final words from the reading.
"Frankly, Temperance, this is a remarkably layout. I rarely see one that has such a, well, romantic, aspect, and I can tell you dislike that. But that is what I see here. There is more than that, of course, I can see pieces of you, your life, your work, just as I should. But almost every card has a meaning that circles back to relationships, especially romantic ones. The Lovers card at the end simply reinforces that." She leaned back, sunlight glinting off the rings she wore. "You have a strong, possibly even an unrealized psychic, connection with someone, probably a coworker. Someone you see on a regular, even daily, basis at any rate. That would account for the opposing impressions of familiarity and newness that I'm picking up. You need to open your eyes to the possibilities."
