Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find
the Hanged Man - T S Eliot, The Waste Land.
The Tarot uses Christian archetypes - The Pope, the Devil, The Final Judgement - but was banned; anyone who was in possession burned at the stake for heresy. For heretical it was. The heinous Inquisition and the Witchcraft trials sought to eliminate anything that didn't accept monotheism: one religion, one book, one god. The Tarot encouraged questioning, the Church demanded blind faith.
Le Pendu, the Hanged Man, has no Christian relevance as such. He isn't hanging with a noose around his neck, or crucified.. Was he strung up like this or did he do so himself? Is the poised crossing of his leg an arcane sign?
It is the most intriguing + also the most disturbing card. We can't make sense of it. The Fool had just gained Strength [11]. + will, after this die [13].
His world has been turned upside down. It is brimful of paradoxes, but it is in paradox + contradiction, rather than in simplification that the Truth is found.
What the Fool experienced until now is now seen from a totally different angle. It is an emotional expurgation, letting go of former beliefs. It is a reversal, + it is the ultimate sacrifice, of the Fool’s sanity. He is free of trying to be in control.
Al-Hallaj was a 9th century Sufi mystic + writer and revolutionary heretic : Ana al Haq [ أنا الحق] – I am God – he proclaimed.
He had a long drawn out public trial, during which he refused to retract his statement and was sentenced to 11 years imprisonment. He still refused to recant, still repeating his mantra: I am God, I am the Truth. He was sentenced to a public execution, whereby they hung him upside down, cutting off his legs. My legs are what I used to travel the earth, he said, now I am one step to Heaven. He smiled throughout, chanting Ana al Haq. They cut off his hands. He took the stumps of his arms to his face, covering it with the blood. When asked why he was doing so, he replied that the blood was being drained from him, making his face yellow, and he didn't want to appear as if he was afraid.
They proceeded to cut his body into small pieces, burned it + scattered his ashes into the wind.
In rural France the local gendarmerie tried to arrest me on a preposterous charge. I told Monsieur le Capitaine to sit down and took out my note book. Can I have your name + number?
He looked at me as if I were mad.
Can I have your name + number?, I repeated, more sternly.
He shook his head in disbelief. The world has turned upside down. It is normally we who ask he questions.
That is right. The world has turned upside down. I am asking you for the last time, what is your name + number?