ISHmail… Episodes 11-15

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Minds Strangely Entwined…

It’s been a bit of a strange week and this may be a bit of a random ramble but it intrigued me so I will write…

I’ve been doing a lot of writing this week… all manner of things but a few things from my past that caused me to recall my long deceased grandmother and she has been heavily present on my mind but I have mentioned that to no living soul…

And whilst I’ve much on my mind, I’ve also had the joys of Mr S hanging around the house as he decided to take an impromptu 3 days off. He announced his news Monday evening… I scowled… He promised not to disrupt me working… He lied…

So today he’s sat in the chair and he’s got a pensive face on him and I’m waiting for him to speak…

Eventually, he points to this picture I drew the other week…

He says… I’m looking at that picture and it’s bringing back the dream I had last night…

Then he starts to mumble away all sorts of words and I’m thinking Grrrrrrrr I’m sure his jaw is activated by my keypad…

He says – Look this up… Tell me what it is from… He doesn’t wait for me to answer… He goes all theatrical and booms…

Strike, strike the master chord!

Draw, draw the Flaming Sword!

Crowned Child and Conquering Lord,

Horus, avenger!

So now he does have my attention, as I’ve recently been talking about Horus with a friend… So.. I look it up…

It comes from this – Service Celebrating the Feast for the Supreme Ritual… 

I read it out to him. I finish and he has far away look in his eyes… I remember more of my dream… I was in a room with my father and there was a pile of cards like tarot but with old fashioned pictures more like postcards… he pointed to them and said the answer lies in there… they fell to the floor and one card in the middle fell face up… It was that photo of your Grandmother that your sister has in her house… does that mean anything to you?

I said… well I have been thinking about her all week… I’ve been thinking about when a medium gave me a reading a few years ago… She told me that I’d been really ill at age 15 and lost weeks of memory but that in fact my grandmother’s spirit had come to work with mine… then she described a photo of her and talked about her hat… Mmmm… what do you think that means?

He says – Have you got a copy of that photo?

No… I’m going to email my sister and see if she can send me one…

I did and she did… here is my Grandmother…

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I’m not quite sure what all this means… But I’m rather amused that she does look quite like my bird of prey…

I think I’ll have a chat with her later…

How Underappreciated are Comedians? Or, Comedy as Bodhisattva Fever

This is a great piece, on a subject close to my heart 🙂

Tarot Salve

Laughing BuddhaSo, I’ve decided not to blog every single day about tarot any more. This will come as no surprise to all of you who have watched my blog completely and totally disappear over the last few months. But yet, I do still want to keep the blog current. So my plan is, in this space, to write about tarot much of the time, but also touch on non-tarot topics occasionally.

Because that gives me a chance to share this somewhat random but still worthwhile thought with you: Stand-up comedians are a national treasure.They are. Comedians should be revered throughout the land. They should be worshiped in churches. They should not have to pay taxes. That’s how much we should treasure the people who can make us deeply, sincerely, laugh.

And here’s the thing: it’s NOT because they’re funny. Funny, by itself, could be mean-spirited, or crude, or just…in poor…

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Whose Persona is it Anyway…

So… I’ve taken my random rambles off at a slight tangent recently and into the world of stand up comedy…

Which has caused a few of my friends to ask me – What the bloody hell has that got to do with Tarot? Why are you doing that?

And I’ve answered – Because I thought it would be fun!

But the more I think about it, the closer to Tarot it feels, in that it’s just another mode of expression and as such requires you to find your own voice and style…

So… last week I was offered the tip that to be more comfortable on stage, it is a good idea to develop a stage persona…

Mmmm… Interesting, I guess… But it’s not quiet working for me…

I can see the possible benefits of creating this new identity… I guess it would give you a layer of protection in that you wouldn’t feel as though you are totally exposing yourself… Or maybe allow one to play with social  stereotypes and taboos, and if you come across as obnoxious, ignorant or even worse NOT FUNNY 😀 you can always pass the buck and blame the character… Oh! These are not my personal views, I invented them for my character for effect…

Or… I guess it could be liberating in allowing you the opportunity to voice and express things you think but wouldn’t dare say in polite company… I’ve seen a couple of people swell with delight at having said that C word out loud… But those who know me, know I’m potty mouthed on a day to day basis and the C word slips quite easily across my tongue…

No… this whole other identity causes me a big headache… First off… I’m blessed/cursed with a vivid imagination… I already spend all day talking away to myself, so why do I want to bring into the equation some bitch who’s going to start interrupting and giving me back chat? It already takes me nigh on an eternity to get out the door, as I’m so easily distracted… so the last thing I need, is to be on the way out the door and to hear Lulu (see… I’ve not even created her and I’ve already named her… ) yeah… last thing I need, is to be on the way out the door and Lulu says… Hey! Surely not! You’re not going out dressed like that! Do you really think I want to be seen in public with you? Please! Go and get changed!

And then of course… if you’re going to invent a character, that entails a lot of work! You’ve got to breathe life into it, develop it and make it believable and interactive with an audience… and surely that requires acting skills and I didn’t sign up for acting class, I just wanted to tell a few gags 😀

Then there’s that whole thinking on your feet gig… and as myself, the witty comeback comes fairly fast and fluid…

As an invented character… whoa! That’s just layered in whole new levels of complexity and difficulty… Now to be off the cuff, first I have to process… Oh! How would my character respond to this? How do they sound? How do they move? What do they find funny? Oh… hold on… the audience has got up and left whilst I’m scratching my head…

So… I’ve been thinking long and hard about this, and I’ve found two quotes that I like, that back up my bias towards being bone idle and doing the least amount of work I can get away with…

” Great actors are highly skilled at becoming someone else. Great comedians are highly skilled at being themselves” ~ Steve Roye

” If you can be yourself on stage, nobody else can be you and you have the law of supply and demand covered” ~ Bill Hicks

So… indeed….why would you want to invent a character, when it makes so much more sense to develop the sense of humour that is already there… because also, at the end of the day, it’s the material that counts… If the material just ain’t funny, then no amount of masking through veneers is going to last for long…

So… what’s this got to do with Tarot?

Oh… everything… after all… I am a Tarot reader… I can twist anything in life around to pretty pictures on cards…

Speaking of which I asked M… Hey! Where’s my comedy gold to be found?

And this is what he said…

 Cards fromTarot in the Land of Mystereum by Jordan Hoggard (c) 2010

Cards from Tarot in the Land of Mystereum by Jordan Hoggard (c) 2010

Ok… Let’s have a big warm welcome and put our hands together for the first act of the night… Let’s hear it for The Empress…

Oh! Karen my darling! First rule of comedy… Timing! You tend to tell a lot of tales… allow a space for those to grow, be fertile with your imagination as you build a scenerio… Leave a few pregnant pauses for your audience to use their imagination also… Paint a picture as colourful as your words…

Oh… Enter stage right… here comes the Eight of Swords…

Deliver your unique perspective on things… It is  often the case that things are not actually funny… but your take on them and the words you choose to describe the scene and how you  express your quirky observations… now that can be priceless 😀

Oh… watch out! Here comes the headline act! For your delight and delectation, the one and the only… King of Pentacles!

Ah… Karen! Come closer… I have much wisdom to impart… Consider where your humour is based… what are the solid foundations that you can build on? Now… I could get all erudite here and spring forth a sermon on the privileges that are afforded to a court jester and that the gift of being able to bring laughter also brings Royal protection and the impunity to speak freely without fear of reprisal from the crown… but I think I will instead put it into terms that I know you will understand more easily… OK… so just stick to relentlessly and mercilessly mocking the long suffering Mr S… you’ve got a back log of almost a quarter of a century of material at your disposal… make it work for you… 😉

Cool! So… Timing, Perspective and Stories you know…

Oh… and before you come out in defence of poor old Mr S… trust me, he’s more than capable of matching me blow for blow… and besides… It wasn’t me that said it… It was those cards…

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You’ve been a wonderful audience!

God Bless & Good Night!

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The Spoils of “Growing Up”

Spirit & Wellness Link Party ~ Day 7… Guest Blogger Dawna Kreis

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By Dawna Kreis

Once upon a time, in the not too distant past, there was a little girl. She was a wild, intuitive spirit filled with imagination. The light of her Divine Self shined so brightly.

She lived in a world of enchantment. A world where humans and animals co-existed in peace and even intermingled with one another. Both – humans and animals – were known as intelligent creatures, sharing their lives and conversing with one another. Why, it was not even unheard of for even the most wild of the animal kingdom – the fierce Bengal Tiger, for instance – to choose a human with which to “pal around” and protect.

She sang and danced her way through life. Every day an adventure. Time never an issue. Every moment came and went without fanfare. No one was more important than the other. Each was equally special. Each filled with infinite…

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