Tea TIME at PeBS

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Having tea with The Mad Hatter in Central London

Down the rabbit-holePosted by Pernille Bernitt Sommer Sun, December 03, 2017 13:38:02

As I walked through the narrow streets of a newly Christmas-decorated London, I felt lucky. Lucky that I continuously get the chance to meet the people I meet, and lucky that my glasses always choose to see the world for what it also is: Magical.

Without magic, passion, connection and solidarity, life would be less inspiring if not totally empty. You may have to look down the rabbit-hole once in a while to be reminded of what is, and what could be.

Just before 2pm, I found myself in a timeless alley with carbonized bricks and patinated door bells. It wouldn’t have been of any surprise, if Mary Poppins had drifted above my head with her umbrella. I didn’t know exactly what to expect from this place, I just knew, I had to find the door with the number 10 on it.

I rang the door bell.


”Hi, it’s me, Pernille.”

”Welcome! Come on up. Top floor.”

I pushed the door and stepped into a tiny hallway. A mix of incense and the smell of old wood kept flirting with me all the way up the stairs. I knocked the door, and a friendly face framed with long, blue hair came into sight. He had sparkling eyes and a smile only to be found in Wonderland.

”Come in,” he said with a light, sophisticated, british voice, and closed the door behind me. I hung my jacket and went into the cutest and most charming little room, I’ve ever seen. The floor was covered with a soft, feet-friendly carpet, the colourful sofas decorated with bloomy pillows, and every corner lit by candles and small chains of lights. One wall, made into a book shelf, contained old books from floor to ceiling, while another wall had been replaced by bar windows, through which you had an overlook of the rooftops of Covent Garden. On the green tablecloth several decks of tarot cards were lying next to a sword, a coin, a glass of wine and a smoking piece of wood. A candlestick, shaped as a pentagram, had each candle to represent the five elements: air, earth, water, fire and the human will.

We were about to begin, but first we needed to get to know each other over a cup of tea. After all, we were in England. He swayed towards the tiny kitchen area, with his arms dancing in the air, to boil water. Many times I looked around expecting to see a white rabbit popping up out of nowhere just as I waited for Alice to show up at the balcony.

I was actually quite familiar with the tarot cards before I came to this place, but as the symbolism and hidden meanings are close to endless, so is the learning process. As many people might think (most likely because of ignorance), there is nothing mysterious about tarot cards. The mysterious part may occur depending on who manages the cards. Tarot is basically a psychological reference book based on images, where archetypes (described by psychiatrist C.G. Jung) form a large part of the philosophy.

We went through all the cards, one magnificant story after another. It was a journey lasting for hours. As daylight changed into dark, we went deeper and deeper to reveal the secrets of the human mind.

The mysterious part of tarot (again depending on who manages the cards) can take place, if specific questions are being asked. You can get an answer, that actually resonates with your current situation.

“So do you have something, you want to ask the cards before closing time?” He looked at me with his head tilted and his eyes wide open, like we had now known each other for ages.

“Yes” I said, “there is one thing, I can’t seem to get my head around, when it comes to my private life ..”

“Yes, dear?” he blinked at me.

In that moment I actually believed, that we had known each other for years, so I gave him my question. An hour later an answer revealled itself within me, so we ended the adventure and hugged goodbye, not knowing if we would ever see each other again. As I walked back home to my rented flat, I was still feeling lucky. Maybe even happy!

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