Just hangin

My online horoscope tells me to avoid travel today. There was a car vs bus tangle this morning at the end of my block. (cue the spooky music or skeptical eyebrow lift) It also tells me to stay in and indulge in scientific and metaphysical reading. Oh! I'll write a post on what everybody's saying about 12/12/12, the last such triple calendar date in our lifetimes.

 There's symmetry and mystery connected with this date, hence me choosing the Tarot's Hanged Man, which is No. 12 of the Major Arcana.

No, I'm not betting that this is the apocalypse or Mayan end of days. Look at how calm his face is and how the tree is growing. The illustration seems more like the Norse god Odin hanging upside down for nine days to seek enlightenment. When he did discover the mystery of life, he died but was immediately reborn.

Seems to me that we all get reborn many times during our lives. We rise from the ashes of tragedy. We get tempered by defeat. We hire a plastic surgeon (haha, I haven't yet).

A little blood rush to the head is a good thing, Hanged Man. Sorts things out.

So today we consider the No. 12:
12 months in the year
12 signs of the Zodiac
12 Apostles
12 gods of Olympus (and, um, Dec. 12 is National Ambrosia Day, so make of that what you will)

And 1+2=3. I was once going to write a post for my 333 blog follower. I never did, but I did collect some Three images, so let's contemplate No. 3, too, as 12 is neatly divided into four threes.

For the party folk, lots of abundance and cheer, along with creativity and art.

For the warriors, it is what it is

I don't know if any number or date or prophesy makes a difference, but how people let their imaginations spin, how they explore ideas and suggest possibilities matters. This is how we create.

And, besides, it's fun.