The Sun:
The ancient Greeks loved them some Apollo, yes indeed. There was about a metric ton of statues of
him scattered all over Greece, even in states where he wasn’t the chief deity. That’s not all that surprising, considering
that he
personified the perfect man according to ancient Greek standards: he was a
fabulous musician, a brilliant athlete, a patron of the intellectual arts and he looked
really hot in a short tunic. He was also
the god of agriculture, prophecy, medicine, dance, colonies and about a hundred
other things.
In other words, Apollo
was one of those guys you’d just like to slap.
If, you know, he hadn’t also been a god with vengeful habits who would
probably kill you in some imaginative way for the insult. But still, the guy bugged.
Even when things didn’t go his way, they went his way. For example, as amazing as it seemed, the
most beautiful of gods occasionally struck out with the ladies. Daphne, a river nymph, made it clear that she
wanted nothing to do with him after Eros, the little scamp, made him fall madly in love with
her. Of course, Apollo decided that she was
only playing hard to get, and pursued her tirelessly. In despair, Daphne finally requested help
from a river god, who turned her into a laurel tree to allow her escape the
egotistic prick. Apollo was sad for a
few minutes, until he remembered that he didn’t yet have a sacred tree. So he made himself a crown out of her
branches and went merrily off to find his next conquest.
The Sun card indicates that things are about to go completely, utterly
and totally your way. That promotion you
wanted? You got it. That guy/girl you’ve been chasing? All yours.
That lottery ticket you just bought?
A sure fire winner. For a short
time, you are the darling of the gods. Just
try not to be annoyingly smug about it.
The Sun Reversed:
The sun reversed indicates a period when the querent is
acting under false assumptions. Like an
overly bright light, something is blinding you to the reality of the situation,
and lulling you into a false sense of security.
Everything seems fine—even wonderful—but the reality may be very
different.
Take the story of the satyr Marsyas, for instance. He was hanging out in the forest one day, trying to think up some new way to impress the local nymphs, when he happened
across an elegant double flute. Unknown
to him, Athena had made it, but thrown it away after the other gods made fun of
the way her cheeks puffed out when she played it. Always so mature, those ancient gods.
But silly looking or not, anyone playing the flute produced
the sweetest music in Arcadia, as Marsyas soon discovered. He quickly developed a loyal group of fans
who followed him wherever he went, listening to him play. It must have seemed for awhile as if he had
it all: the adoration of the masses, more nymphs than he knew what to do with,
and a hot new sound. Marsyas was the ancient
Greek version of a rock star.
But then some of his devoted followers dared to say that his
music was so good, it outdid even Apollo’s.
Of course, as the god of music, Apollo wasn’t about to let that pass,
and immediately appeared to challenge Marsyas to a duel—musical style. The Muses were the judges and the prize was
to be whatever the winner wanted, as long as the loser had it in his
possession.
The duel went ahead—because you don’t say no to a god—and Marsyas
gave it his all. He played the flute
while Apollo plucked his lyre, both of them really going for it. In the end, the Muses were torn. They announced that both contestants had
played beautifully, and that they were going to have to declare a tie. But Apollo wasn’t having any of that
crap. He’d shown up to best this
presumptuous satyr, and that was exactly what he intended to do.
So he started singing, adding the beauty of his voice to the
melody of his lyre. And, of course,
Marsyas couldn’t follow suit while playing a wind instrument. Despite the fact that this was hardly fair, the muses—always Apollo’s bitches—declared him
the winner. Marsyas gracefully accepted
their decision, probably just glad to have the whole thing over--until, that
is, he learned exactly how petty the gods could be.
The bet had been that the loser had to give the winner
anything in his possession. Apollo’s
choice? Marsyas’ skin. And he meant all of it. He tied the poor satyr to a pine tree and, in
front of his horrified fans, skinned him alive.
Likewise, the Sun Reversed is telling you to be
careful. Things may seem bright, but take
another look around. Make sure you’re
not about to get skinned.