Cosmos Conspires with Dippy Hippy Flutter Bys…

One of the things that gives me great pleasure in my job, is deflowering Tarot Virgins…

I don’t know what is, but it fills my little Tarot heart with glee…

I’m lucky in that I get to do it fairly frequently as I often read for parties, but even so, some nights are more magical than others. Last Saturday was such a night… a mixed group, with various previous experiences…

  • Oh… I love Tarot! My husband used to read all the time…
  • Mmm… I don’t know… I may have had Tarot… I got some kind of reading when I was in New Orleans…
  • Meh… I usually see a Medium…
  • Wow! I’ve not done this for over 20 years or so…

And in between the usual romance and career questions, I get a couple that I think I will find memorable for quite some time… it’s a toss up for my favourite… I can’t quite decide between – Ok, give me some inspirational tips for writing music…. and… Right! I’ll sort the future out, you tell me about my history!

But then right at the end of the night, just around midnight… down at my table, sits a man who says those words that I love to hear…

Ok… I’m gonna be straight with you, I’ve never ever done this before and can you please be gentle with me as I am in fact quite scared…

So I pretty much bust a gut with laughter and eventually compose myself enough to say…

Trust me, I’m going to bring you into my world in the most beautiful way possible…

And when we have both quite finished laughing then we begin…

So cards are shuffled and dealt and the gab that I have been gifted with is on full roll and I blah de blah de blah and hey- are you keeping up with all this?

Yes! Yes! Keep talking…

So I talk some more and even sing… then I apologise for my god awful noise…

No! No! No! Keep singing! That is very significant to me…

So we sing together…

I say to him… so how was that for you… not too scary?

Not scary at all, he says… so, can you just round that up in one groovy sentence?

Sure… I look at the cards… I look him the eye and I say…Follow your dream of transforming from a caterpillar into a butterfly man…

POOF!!!

Suddenly circling his head…

A flurry of red…

Red Admiral

Can you see that too?

We chorus in unison…

Yes!

Yes I can!

So we part and go our separate ways and carry warm smiles…

I get home and I think… that was rather odd to have a butterfly flutterby at that time of night… so I dig out an old book and I look up my friend the Red Admiral and no, not unusual for time of night, as he is a frequent midnight flyer… though unusual for time of year…

But what makes me smile is that I discover that he also goes under another name… an old English name…

Alderman…

And that delights me strangely as I met him in a Guildhall…

I’m not sure what that means, if anything at all…

But it feels like a sign…

But then again…

I’m a Tarot reader…

We sees signs…

EVERYWHERE!

😀

 

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Tarot Chords For Dueling Rock Stars…

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The wonderfully witty Ania M chose a most excellent topic for this Spring Fling Tarot Blog Hop…

Do you think that archetypes are so universal that there is still a relevant place for all, which cards do you think need to be updated, removed or added to reflect our modern society? You can be academic and serious or utterly frivolous…

Well… I am very serious about my frivolity…I set about it with an academic fervor… 😉

So… I wasn’t short of ideas… I do spend a ridiculous amount of time scanning the general public for comedic reference and as source for potential characters for that sitcom that I often fantasise about writing but then shelf again in favour of other projects as I repeatedly come to the conclusion that I can’t create anything funnier or more absurd than what I see on a day to day basis…

My notebook soon started filling with names for cards…

  • The Self-appointed Guru of the New Age
  • The Nam-nasty…
  • The Emperor of Woo
  • Queen of Memes
  • T’n’T (Tits & Teeth) Bunny
  • Soapbox Psychologist
  • V.I.P. Networker
  • The Entremanure
  • LimpedIn Loser
  • Keyboard Assassin
  • The Self-empowerment Tool

Oh dear… I was very quickly beginning to fill a Major Snarkana…

That gave rise to two problems…

First off… What if someone insisted that they resembled that remark…

Secondly… How on earth do you number them, when they are all convinced that they are NUMBER ONE!

I went for a lie down in a dark quiet place…

Mentally I went through all the folks I know and for each and every one, I found that I could describe them using the systems and names already in place… Yes, those archetypes are all still alive and kicking…

But then I got sidetracked as I often do and thought about the debates that flare up whenever there is any talk of changes in Tarot… And I started laughing as in my head I heard this song…

It’s one of those songs that always makes me laugh loudly, as I recall the saga of the pink guitar…

Let me take you back to the early 90’s…

I’d just shacked up with Mr S and so at that point was still capable of feigning some degree of enthusiasm for his interests… even though I found them rather strange…

He played in a band, in fact he played in several bands. He’s a bass player and vocalist, though often his main role was being the guy who fired other guys… He has a pretty thick skin for such things and whereas other band members balked at the task as they didn’t want to be the bad guy… Mr S found it quite easy to fire folks – yeah… you’ve not turned up for the last 3 weeks, we’ve got gigs booked, we’ve replaced you… and the drama that enfolded would then roll off him like hot oil off of Teflon and he would wait for it to stop and then calmly say… see you in the pub for a pint about 9ish? And around just after 9ish, peace would indeed be restored even though the lineup had changed…

But that was before the pink guitar…

Now this was a slow build situation that had been brewing for quite some time… Most of the bands that Mr S played in had 3 members but this band had 4… it had two guitar players and tensions ran high…

I watched with interest for weeks as these two grown men rubbed each other up the wrong way and argued over how this should be done this way, not that way etc…. this key! not that key! And if one said Major then the other would of course say Minor…

Then one turned up with a new guitar…

This caused uproar as MAN!!!! You’ve gone and ruined the whole sound!!!

But that was nothing compared to the following week, when the other guitarist turned up with a new guitar also…

Hey… you’re right, that guitar does sound good, I’ve bought one too…

You’ve bought the same guitar as me?

Kind of…

What do you mean kind of?

Same model… different colour…

The case opened and the big reveal….

WHAT SORT OF MAN BUYS A $%£#@#~^&^&”**$£ PINK GUITAR?!!!!!

And that was the end of that band!

So… I thought that The Pink Guitar would make a good card… but what to name it?

King of Rock? Ace of Bass? Legend? Was it major or minor… it felt to be a minor with major delusions…

It felt to be a mix of cards, indeed a chord… maybe a King of Wands Rx with a touch of 8 of Pentacles and aspirations to be a Star but prone to Tower tensions…

A-ha!!! The 16.5!!!

Karen Sealey Pure & Blessed Tarot

16.5 In that space…

Yes… the 16.5 smells about right… you can have a card between cards… right?

I pondered on it and I stumbled across this quote…

Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom. ~ Viktor E. Frankl

Yeah… that’s an interesting thought Vik… and I guess it works wonderfully when someone has the capacity to choose wisely… though I can’t help thinking that also in that space lies the mind of the firebrand… dangerously close to narcissistic self-destruction…

When does space become an abyss…

Echo… Echo… Echo…

Mind The Gap!

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Karma Drama Llama Chameleon…

Karma…

What is karma?

I hear this word a lot of late… it’s bandied about in various ways…

I’m not sure all of them  actually mean what karma is maybe intended to mean…

I see lots of quotes worn with pride that I feel are maybe more about shouting KARMA!! to justify and condone what is probably better described as being just good old fashioned revenge or to excuse the knee-jerk response of wanting to give payback to someone who has crossed your path in a way that leaves a less than pleasant taste in the mouth…

I’ve had many things happen over the years, where people have asked me – Why didn’t you name and shame that person?

I guess because I truly believe that people sow the seeds of their own destruction…

I’m hazy as to what exactly karma does mean…

Though I feel that other people’s karma is not my karma…

I don’t know… I’ll think some more…

What I do know is…

I’m human…

I’m a work in progress…

And often I’m inclined to think like this…

ringside seats

My Secret Tarot Reading Method Revealed…

I get asked all the time..

How do you do that?

And I’m a capricious sprite at best…

But today, I’ll answer like this…

Water Beetle ~ K. Sealey

Water Beetle ~ K. Sealey

The waterbeetle here shall teach

A sermon far beyond your reach;

He flabbergasts the Human race

By gliding on the water’s face

With ease, celerity, and grace;

But if he ever stopped to think

Of how he did it, he would sink

~ Hilaire Belloc

Well…

What did you expect…

😉

Go Go Gigolo

I’ve been musing on the Full Moon in Virgo…

Thoughts of head/heart tugs of war…

They took me back to my first deck…

I guess you never forget your first love!

I gave it a shuffle… wax lyrical for me, sing me a song…

And this is what I heard…

Cassanova calls
Carrying fragrant blooms
Seeping charm from every pore
Pouring pot pourri

Quote bouquets…
Oh…
Oh..
Oh!!
Oh how he bares
Himself

Exposed
For you to heal
His broken soul
To love him whole again

He whispers
That he wants
Your mind
Your heart
Your body…

But most of all
Baby…
Baby…
Bay…bee…

It’s your bank
He wants to break

Wake up and smell
The
Con text…

Hide your PIN
Before
He bursts your bubble

Please don’t quote me on this…

I’m more than well aware of a certain famous quote, having had it demonstrated many moons back by my ‘A’ level Pure Maths & Stats tutor, laughing as she gave us data showing the correlation between cases of dysentery in Scotland with rising prices of phones bills and the suggestion that if you factored in a two year time delay, then you could argue that one caused the other…

And in the years since, I’ve seen numbers massaged to back very many things…

I find it interesting… people will distrust figures… even people who have no idea how numbers work will say they can’t be trusted…

(Which takes me off to a sideways ponder of why is it that there are people who will take pride in declaring themselves to be innumerate… I find that disturbing… especially coming from otherwise educated people who pride themselves on their reading lists… people who would be ashamed to say they were illiterate… yet no social stigma attached to being a numerical numb nut…)

But… what I find even more interesting is the blind faith and trust in quotes…

People jumping over themselves like lemmings to agree and oh…. yes… I so understand that… that’s sooooooooooooooooooo profound!

Really?

Or is it pseuprofound….

I wonder… do people just seek out words to bolster up what they want to be seen as…

Gleefully jumping on board, looking with just the one eye that fits their lopsided view of the world…

Choosing black or white and glossing over the shades between…

Closing the other eye, ignoring any hypocrisy… like a small child who believes that if they cover their eyes, then you can not see them…

I see words used to skew and screw far more often than numbers ever are…

How does that happen in a world full of the literate…

Full of the conscious…

Full of the aware… the awoken… the enlightened…

The mockers of sheeple…

Meh… meh…meh…

karen sealey pure & blessed tarot

And for every quote… there is an equal and opposite quote…

Eyes?

Ears?

Which to believe?

Nose…

Yeah… some say you can’t polish a turd…

Others say… Yeah… but you can roll it in glitter…

I say…

Whatev’

A turd is a turd is a turd…

And no amount of glitter can mask the stink…