When the Lyrics Get You: The Led Zep Spread

When the Lyrics Get You: The Led Zep Spread

When the lyrics get you: The Led Zep spread

Ever wake more than one morning with an insistent tune in your head? This week, it’s Stairway to Heaven.Taking me right back to warm cider and joss-stick burns on my mam’s carpet, it’s one of the defining rock anthems from the Greatest Band in the World Ever. The lyrics keep running around my head from around 6.30am, which is horrendously early for me, so I’m giving in to this, getting up, making tea and finding my notebook, writing down the words I recall… May Queen, piper, gold, makes me wonder, bustle in your hedgerow (whatever it means, it feels epically poetic). I don’t have my glasses on at this point, and the daylight’s just coming through the kitchen window… so I’m not sure my scribbles are even legible. But the words, reading them back, echo with laughter (sorry, couldn’t resist) and soon the song bird will soon be singing. Yes, I decide to do whatever respectable tarot read should do in the circumstances to make sense of this: create a spread. I’ve used fragmented lyrics from Stairway to create card positions. Try it and see what you think.

Hitting the Target: Tarot Shots

Hitting the Target: Tarot Shots

Hitting the Target: Tarot Shots

Last week I went to an air rifle range. Yes, me. Uncomfortable with speed as I am – I have an aversion to jet skis and even riding a bike downhill – I found myself agreeing with the Prof that it might be ‘a laugh’. Me, the Prof, a grandad, father and his son aged about nine who was probably going to shoot the pants off us all, we’re sitting at tables in a grey warehouse in Washington (that’s Tyne and Wear, not the US, btw) and given instruction by hefty Scotsman Andy, the Range Officer. We’re taught how stay safe, then how to load our rifles with fiddly wee pellets.

Rather than feel I was about to enter some kind of Call of Duty hell, the quiet descends. There’s no machismo and I’m feeling strangely comfortable and calm. We start popping our rifles. The great thing is, no one can see my target – so they’re not going to see how shit I am at this, I think. I have evidence of past poor performance. The Prof advised me strongly before arriving that I wasn’t to refer to shooting as ‘pointing the stick’.(We’d been clay pigeon shooting once and had to abandon it because I was incapable of pointing. Actually pointing at a moving target. Ended up giving my shots to the Prof, but that’s another story.)

Andy comes to check on our progress and gives me a few pointers (ha ha), and my shots begin to improve. I actually hit a bullseye! For the next hour, all five of us are in deep concentration mode. We’re collectively thinking about lining up our shots, keeping the trigger depressed for two seconds after firing to let the pellet reach the end of the barrel… oh yes, it’s getting technical. And I realise I’m really getting into this. The precision involved in preparation. Rather like Temperance, carefully balancing volatile factors to get the right formula: the hold on the rifle, body position, intention, the timing.

I begin to get shooting the way I get fishing. That maybe it’s not the target or the catch, but the process – like a meditation, becoming more attuned to your breathing, movement and thoughts, which impact upon the outcome. On the way home, I thought how I’d express this in tarot. Say we begin with an outcome card, or target, then the question is – how do we get there? What’s the catalyst that creates the right outcome?

Here’s the spread I put together. First, consciously choose a ‘target’. Go through your deck, and select a card that most expresses your ideal outcome or goal. Lay it to the right.

Then shuffle and choose three more cards, laying them as below:

The Tarot Shot Spread



What to focus on



The trigger: access to the target                                Target card



What position to adopt


You can repeat the reading as needed, choosing different target cards.