Why do you read Tarot?

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Recently.. I undertook a University Challenge…

Yup… The time for Summer Balls and Pure & Blessed is on the road and Sealey is reading Tarot at Jesus College Cambridge…

Now just that in and of itself is enough to fill my little tarot heart fit to burst with little (OK MASSIVE!!!) Squees of GLEE!!! 🙂 😀 😀

I take a perverse delight in that many many moons ago as a 6th form student my form tutor took me to one side and suggested that I should consider applying to OxBridge…

I stared back in wonderment… I can’t see myself there…

This kindly tutor placed her hand upon my shoulder and said… no? go ask your subject tutors…

Still not convinced… I shuffled off… thought a while and then thought OK… Biology is my best subject… I’ll start there and if that falls flat then I only embarrass myself just the once…

OH! Hahahaha! OH!!! Silly girl!!! OxBridge?!!! You’ll be lucky to scrape a pass… set your sites where they belong…

So… I hung my head and slipped my dreams into a noose and let them slowly die… and I head off to Swansea… because… well… main reason… it was next to the beach!

As it happens… I aced an A… but by then… who really cared… I was disenchanted and dropped out before I even ever dropped in…

And as it turned out… I didn’t much care for University… I found it way too tight a straight jacket… and I wasted away my time in wonderful ways that eventually lead me to where I am today…

A woman full of laughter fielding questions from all walks of life…

Ha! Questions from PhD research scientists, who sit at my table as skeptics and wonder why I laugh rather than try and postulate some kind of mystic response that justifies my beliefs…

But you know… I know enough Science to know I’ll never know the Science of knowing…

And my impish nature nods and tips a wink and fully groks Science humour and delights in jokes the likes of which are  told by  one of my heroes… Prof Steven Hawking…

What is a black hole?

Something you find in a black sock!

Where was I?… Oh yes… sat across the table from a lady asking me – OK! I’m no longer skeptic! You’ve told me enough to make me consider that there is much more to tarot… But my real question now – How on earth does a very intelligent, highly articulate and well educated woman end up being a tarot reader?

Again I laugh and I say… you really need to meet the right people… there are very many intelligent tarot readers… And it’s much the same as why you ended up in Science…

We like to ask questions…

But today… I really do squee overload as I’ve just came across this photograph…

Who knows really, why we went in to tarot?

Ha! But it’s moments like this that make me stay…

Getting to a gig and seeing your most well worn and beloved deck transformed and painted out large…

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Back drop at Jesus College May Ball… Inspired by Tarot in The Land of Mystereum

And that’s just about as close to tarot heaven that I can get…

😉

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Les Jeux Sont Faits…

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This hop was set by Alison Cross… Here’s a list of the Majors, she said…Pick a card…

But, before you jump in and pick your favourite card… you might want to set yourself a bit of a challenge.

So… I thought about it and I don’t really have a favourite card and I don’t really have cards I dislike… I tend to view my cards as and when they fall into my hands as to what have you got to say for yourself and am I in the mood to listen…

So… I decided (if you’ll excuse my pun) to opt for the first card to Cross my path… I sit quietly, I close my eyes and then I play newsfeed I ching ( I have no idea if that name is apt but it works for me in that it fulfills my main criteria, in that it makes me laugh to myself) and plop… I hit a random post and land in The Wheel…

I smile as it just happens to be my Personality card and I ponder as to whether I chose it or it chose me…

I know it’s a card I’ve never really worked on directly in a focused way in a Traditional Tarot Theory studious manner… but it certainly has circled my life in many forms…

Twelve years spent in Casinos has left it’s imprint seared into me…

Say Wheel and this is pretty much the first image that comes into my mind…

Place your bets...

Place your bets…

Yeah… sad but true… I think at heart I’ll always have a part that is Dolly Dealer… And the Wheel brings to mind all the faces and stories that passed through the Pit… highs and lows, swift reversals of fortunes… the fickle finger of fate tickling and prodding who so ever it fancied…

A couple of years ago, my year card was X so I dipped into my palette to explore its tone…

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I painted this, sat on a hot Summer’s day out in my garden… I’d not set out or intended to work with the Wheel… I’d been trying to capture the riots and blazes of colours of the plethora of blooms that had exploded out there… I painted 3 or 4 pictures and was just going to quit for the day and saw how much paint was left on my palette… and I just really can’t bear to waste paint, so I grabbed another canvas board and spent a couple of minutes just meditating on The Wheel and how that was showing up around me…Then I let the colours fly and I not so much paint as just push stuff around until it shouts STOP! so suddenly it felt to be done and yeah… it looked pretty chaotic at first but then my eye kind of sees a rose emerging out of the centre… a budding and blooming in the eye of the storm… yeah… I can live with that…

Currently, I’m indirectly working with a wheel… It’s pretty hush hush for now…

Ooops… I slightly diverted there… ok… back on THE Wheel…

THE Wheel… it shows up in all the great traditions across the world… the Medicine Wheel, Wheel of Life, Wheel of Karma, Wheel of Birth and Death, Wheel of Fate, Wheel of Destiny… and so on ad so on and so on… rolling spoke after spoke…

But what if it spoke? What would it say… A-ha!! At last I find a challenge to bite into…

(c) Karen Sealey 2015

(c) Karen Sealey 2015

Mmmm… the same old thing over and over again… variations on a theme… permutations and combinations… the wheel can only be invented once… beyond that you’re just pretty much choosing your tyres…

I guess The Wheel, like Life… is as in Casinos…

You win some… you lose some… the odds may be stacked against you… you may be able to buck the system… it all just keeps carrying on carrying on… as it spins by it can look pretty confusing or meaningless… you can try and spot the patterns, cycles and repeats… try to come up with a game plan…

But really… nothing makes full sense until you get to the end…

Not until everybody has left the building and the final count is done…

GAME OVER

Then you can see who the real winners and losers are…

Is the game over before it even begins…

Who knows…

Place your bets!

Les Jeux Sont Faits…

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Paws For Reflection…

When it comes to magical manifestations mine are mainly mishaps…

Some talk sweetly about The Secret or softly low on LOA,,,

I connect with the Cosmos in my own way… I like a direct line… I don’t wait for my call to be put on hold or be passed through lesser minions… No… I go straight to the top! Oi!!!! COSMOS!!!

I always figured that my old pal the Cosmos preferred LOL over LOA… as indeed, over the years… we have shared many a joke and my foot stamping demands have been met almost instantaneously and always within 24 hours…

Last week, I fired off a rant and yeah… just around 24 hours later it got an RSVP…

I got more than I bargained for a BOGOF and also a free lesson in mind your language! Your Tourette’s style venting can cause comical side effects…

So… it was half term and the kids were off and Woody decided to disappear… Now I didn’t think too much of that as Jeez… who can blame the cat… the noise! Man… I’d spent half the week myself wishing I was somewhere else… maybe a nice lighthouse somewhere…

The garden had been filled all week with neighbourhood kids and I don’t know why they head to my place as I am not a broody mare and I tolerate them for so long until I can tune out their noise no longer then I tell them all to sling their hooks and go home!!! But… still they come… So… yeah…. The Woodster going AWOL… I thought KUDOS pal! Give me a kitty high five!!!

Now Mr S on the other hand… he is prone to worrying and catastrophising… He bumbled about and mumbled…. Somebody has stolen him… That cat is way too friendly…. He likes people way to much… he is a naive, over trusting extrovert and he’ll go waltzing off with anyone…He didn’t come in this morning to annoy Bobzilla at feeding time… HE HAS GONE!!!

I said…. shhhh…Mr S… calm your tits! (I picked that up by osmosis from the back yard full of tweens, that I thought I was ignoring…) He’ll be back…

But the damage was done and the kids heard and now I had 3 pouty faces close to tears… MUM!!! Make it stop!! Say it isn’t true!!!

And before I knew it…

I put out a kitty call to the Cosmos…

OI!!! COSMOS!!! BRING BACK THE FURRY GINGER F***ER!!!

KIDS!!! Enough already!!! The deed is done!!!

And the following morning… Indeed the Woodster does return…

But… mmmm… funny… these fickle and recently heartbroken kids… suddenly are just not that fussed with him anymore…

I hear voices in the garden, much as they have been all week…. chitter chatter… and then I sniff a pitter patter…

What is that word you keep saying? Who are you talking too?

PROMETHEUS!!!

Pardon…

PROMETHEUS!!! He told us that his is name…

Send him… let me see… NO!! no no no…. That is not Prometheus… That is bitey drooly cat!!! OMG!!! Bitey drooly cat!!!

Bring him here!!! And he yes… it is he… less drooly, less bitey but still as highly vocal as I recall him…

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Mum they asked, how do you know Prometheus?

Because… that is the furry ginger effer who was the stray cat that used to turn up at my friend’s house every time I used to visit her… At first I thought it was her cat… but no, it only showed up when I did and then he used to try and steal my lunch and then randomly bite me… I’ve not seen him for nearly 2 years … Ha!! an FGF!!! he and Woody both answer to it!!! Cheers Cosmos!! You SOooooooo FUNNY!!!

Mum… can he stay? Can he stay?

Well I need to interview him… I’m not too sure I trust him… he is of a questionable character, he smells like a sneak thief who purrs to get his paws under your food bowl then starts to claim your house as his own and next you know… he’ll be attacking the Woodster for stealing from him…

But him and Woody are friends they protested…

Yeah… see starving con artists view friends through different eyes to yours…

I picked up FGF2 and looked into his big orange eyes… he purred like he loved me like he loves no other…

Save it fur ball… I still recall your fangs… Right! Listen up… What’s your name? How do I know that I can trust you?

He held my gaze and swiveled one ear in the direction of the Woodster… See FGF1 over there? Him… who I call the cat word for Bell… well he calls me the cat word for Puddle…

So your name is Puddle?

No… My name amongst other cats is the CAT word for Puddle which you would not be able to pronounce…

OK smarty pants… what’s your real name? What shall I call you?

My real name was uttered just once and died on the lips of my Mother’s last gasp… a word never to be owned or uttered by mortals… You give a name that you choose…

Ok… let me smell you… Jeez… you funk like old sheds… where have you been sleeping?

I sleep in very many places…

Well then I shall call you Tommy Ten Sheds.

You can call me whatever you like if you’re filling my food bowl…

Ahem! You are yet to earn a food bowl… Round here we don’t like freeloaders… What’s your job?

I caught that mouse…

No… you did not… Woody nailed it first… Mouse slayer is taken… think of something else… Why should I let you stay?

Meh… because it’s raining outside and meh…. surely Miaow Casa es su Casa…

Miaow Casa es su Casa? Can  I steal that you funny punny pussy?

Sure… it’s on the house…. Miaow Casa es su Casa…

And he gives a long slow wink and nuzzles his nose under my chin… How can you not love me old Mrs Potty Mouth… I thought you dabbled in Reiki…

Mmmm… You’re on purr-bation… After today…. Sir Woodster gets the casting vote… but…

Just for today… I will feed every cat…