Found in an archaic tome of tarot divination (not serious)
Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 11:17 pm
Most Ancient and Arcane Meanings of the Happy Squirrel, Revealed at Last!
Tarot Key: The Happy Squirrel.
Tarot Title: The Lord of the Dance.
Number: Bazillion, or in Roman Numerals, Q.
Hebrew Letter: Shelah.
Meaning of Letter: Eroteme, which the letter directly resembles.
Gematric Value: 23.
Astrology: 2003 UB313.
Qabalistic Intelligence: The Un.
Human Faculty: Scratching.
Cube of Space: 5 steps outside of cube.
Musical Note: 92 cents below lowest E♭.
Color: Octarine.
Upright Meaning: Vague and Mysterious.
Reversed Meaning: Blatant and Obvious.
Proper Design of Trump: The messenger Ratatoskr perches upon a branch of Yggdrasil. A faint smile plays on his fuzzy lips. Clutched in his hands is the seed of a mighty oak, from parts unknown. Beneath Ratatoskr is a gilded pome, not from the fair Goddess of Youth Idunn, but from a land far to the south. Engraved upon the fruit are two words in a language that can only be translated by either the most soporific of the intelligentsia, or by the swarthy men and women who serve delicious cuts of lamb with olives.
Tarot Key: The Happy Squirrel.
Tarot Title: The Lord of the Dance.
Number: Bazillion, or in Roman Numerals, Q.
Hebrew Letter: Shelah.
Meaning of Letter: Eroteme, which the letter directly resembles.
Gematric Value: 23.
Astrology: 2003 UB313.
Qabalistic Intelligence: The Un.
Human Faculty: Scratching.
Cube of Space: 5 steps outside of cube.
Musical Note: 92 cents below lowest E♭.
Color: Octarine.
Upright Meaning: Vague and Mysterious.
Reversed Meaning: Blatant and Obvious.
Proper Design of Trump: The messenger Ratatoskr perches upon a branch of Yggdrasil. A faint smile plays on his fuzzy lips. Clutched in his hands is the seed of a mighty oak, from parts unknown. Beneath Ratatoskr is a gilded pome, not from the fair Goddess of Youth Idunn, but from a land far to the south. Engraved upon the fruit are two words in a language that can only be translated by either the most soporific of the intelligentsia, or by the swarthy men and women who serve delicious cuts of lamb with olives.
