Divination Rocks!

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Welcome to the latest Tarot Blog Hop set by Arwen Lynch who gave the following brief:

“Do you combine Tarot with any other divination system? Why or why not?”
That’s it. Short and sweet. Simple. You can answer it however you like.
Karen Sealey
Now my first reflex answer was – No, no I don’t combine tarot with other divination systems! Why? Because most of my tarot is done fast paced at events and when it comes to setting up and packing away, I like to be in and out like the SAS and not worrying about whether or not I have everything…
But then it occurs to me… in the comfort of my own home, I tend to use lots of different divination systems and then yes, yes I will combine other divination systems with tarot… and yes, yes I do know that that vice versa version of the question makes me sound like a pernickety pedant… but hey ho! Virgo is as Virgo does…
So… recently, I’ve been working a lot with casting crystals and for many years I’ve done it with a big bag that’s getting bigger and bigger and so I decided it was time to mix things up a bit and try something else, so I opted for the 16 stone method of 10 planet stones and 6 stones for pockets of life…
So let’s give you a drive-by crapshoot of a reading…

Ok – so here you have the 16 stones tossed down and I’ll outline quickly the key things that caught my eye… Ok, so there’s a big cluster in 10th house which reflects the nature of the question in question… But more interestingly to me was – one of the first things that I look for is where the Sun stone (central yellow one) is and where the Life stone (top right green one)is… So… the Sun stone tends to depict where you’re at and the Life stone – where you feel you are at… so preferably I like to see them close together though not necessarily central. The Life stone is way off yonder and as I look across the two stones I see that they are part of a line of four stones, where outside the circle at around 8 0’clock is the Love stone and in the 8th house is the Mars stone pointing towards the 7th house. So in brief, I’m seeing that regarding work, the loving feeling has been somewhat lost and although the querent has a strong presence they are feeling adrift… the cause of that feels to be pointed out by the Mars stone which hints as blockages caused by passive aggressive relationships…

So… this where the Tarot comes in and with this casting method, I like to use A.T. Mann’s Mandala Astrological Tarot…

Why? Because crystals are very good at giving the big picture but the problem with that is that it’s easy to slide into a slip-stream of a solipsistic swim-a-thon dissolving into drowning in an ocean of onanistic observations never arriving at a cut and dry answer…

So… the Tarot… it keeps it short and sweet… it cuts the crap and culls the deadwood away to see the live shoots…

So… above, 3 cards were pulled to see where to focus on pulling that Sun stone and Life stone into a conjunction… The cards write the hit list and then all the misses are removed… 

The Life stone was left on as it was part of the question and the cards stripped down the cast, leaving just the 5th and 6th house occupied, leaving a  very succinct answer to the original work question. Ah! but there’s a stone sat in Aries that has been accidentally left behind… or maybe not, as that stone is Saturn and as it happens the position in Aries matches the Querent’s natal chart but we’re keeping this short and sweet so I’ll wrap it up here and toss you out to my neighbours…

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Dead and Unburied…

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Welcome to the latest Tarot Blog Hop, wrangled by Louise Underhill who set the following topic:

The Pagan New Year / Festival of the Dead is highly popular & at this time of the year, we think about those that have passed. We’ve interviewed our ghosts, even had a few of them over for tea! This time, we seek their advice on what we need to work on in the year to come. You’re free to design a spread, a sigal, or anything else with the cards that connects advice from your ancestors to the year that is coming. How can they help you when the world is on your shoulders and they’re the other side of the astral veil? When you’re drained and weary, what advice do they give?

Before focusing on the year to come, I feel inclined to take a couple or so steps backwards…

Probably around this time last year, I stumbled across an advert for the Asgardian Festival and on a bit of a whim, I decided to sign up to go… So in August I found myself standing in a circle of an opening blot and calling upon the ancestors and spirits of the land… And to be honest, this type of gathering is not my usual cup of chai but hey… when in Rome… I was not feeling particularly inspired by the ceremony itself… it seemed lengthy, laborious and overly contrived and gave me the same sense of wondering when/how I could make a discreet exit, that I’d last felt at what I thought was an extremely elaborate Roman Catholic wedding but which I was later informed was the short version…

 Anyway… I spotted my chance to slip away and made a break for it into some open space and turned around to see the sun setting into a sky of burning red in one direction and across the other way… a rainbow spanned the heavens… There were some there who would claim that the Old Gods were present and would marvel at the Bifrost bridge… Explain it how you will… personally, when nature reveals her palette, I feel  little need for words and am glad to imagine that time has fleetingly paused to allow me to take in this splendour…

The night that followed was strange to be sure… There was a bit of a fiasco as the new tent that I had bought, had not been opened and checked and unfurled it transpired that the alleged two man tent was only going to sleep two men if they happened to be the same size as an average hamster… So… necessity is the mother of invention, or so they say… I’d say annoyance, outbursts of chuntered profanities, bloody-mindedness, improvisation, twine, scissors and random items found in the back of a Virgo’s people carrier can be weaved together to fashion a humble abode just about strong enough to withstand the unseasonal gale force winds that blew that night… Howling winds that brought strange dreams of being lost at sea on a life raft followed by what at first seemed to be a dream but what in fact turned out to be a memory. A, until then, forgotten childhood memory, which in turn lead me to discover via the Google Oracle a sizeable chunk of my family tree… But maybe that’s a story for another day…

Back to the task at hand… for my spread to look at advice from my ancestors for the year ahead, I decided to throw in some rune work…

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I decided to write a question for each of the runes of the 2nd Aett and answer it with The Wild Unknown. For a couple of reasons, firstly because this Aett deals with emotional and psychological matters present within the individual, but also mainly because the word sigil resonated as being the Anglo-Saxon  word for the Germanic word Sowulo…

Anyway… I’m not going to share my answers with you as, like a good cup of tea, they still need a little more time to brew… However, I will share the questions that I asked  my ancestors:

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 What disruptive elements will I need to withstand?

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How can I best serve my needs?

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Where may I find an impasse?

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What is the best way to reap rewards?

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How can I connect with my sense of purpose?

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What creativity lies deep within the unconscious waiting to be born?

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What will give me faith?

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 How can I best connect with my higher self?
And on that note, I will depart and let you go on over to the other side by hitting the links to my neighbours…

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In The Shipwreck Of My Mind…

It’s been a strange couple of months… April marked the first anniversary of a venture that I’m collaborating on with a colleague… it’s been an interesting and creative adventure and although pretty far from finished, it has reached a point where we felt it was time to assess what we had done to date… it felt that a necessary pause was called for and that our work should be placed into a temporary hiatus before we added even more to the load… and that is when the dreams began. You see the problem (or maybe the benefit…) of navel gazing is that it soon starts to stir up the subconscious… I found myself afloat in increasingly bizarre dreams, none of which I could hold on to for long enough to see what they were… and whilst not exactly in the doldrums, this certainly has felt to be a strange place in between the worlds and almost a perpetual twilight as messages have tried to blink their way through into the conscious world…

I tried in vain to recall the details and then decided to abandon that and wait and see what came to mind… and then it slowly started to resurface… a little segment of my childhood… a tiny chapter in a yet unfinished story but there it was… or there I was aged 10 and seeing clearly for the first time that I had residing within me the soul of a storyteller…

I’m sat opposite my teacher with a blank face or rather an expression that I now know would probably be described as dumb insolence… she waved a bunch of sheets of lined paper at me that had my pencil scrawls all over them…

Why Karen? Why?What made you do this?

I looked back at her and remained silent… deeply aware that whatever explanation I gave would only serve to further fuel her rage… My mind was putting together links of logic and reasoning and was swirling in a sense of bafflement at the what I considered to be  the ridiculous situation that I now found myself in…

Let’s take a step backwards… the day before, I’d been sat in the classroom at lunchtime, all on my own… I’d been absent in the morning at a dental appointment and this had meant that I had missed the end of year exam on composition so now I had to do it in solitary confinement… I turned over the page and there it was again! NO!!! Not that same sentence! The one that I had seen a week ago as we had to sit in silence and do a mock exam in preparation… There it was again… those words staring at me unblinking…

As I entered the woods…

Those 5 words were given as a  prompt and the rest of the story was for me to fill in… but I didn’t want to do it… why should I do it? I’d already done this a week before and the events that unfurled then had filled me with horror…

So you’re probably wondering what terrible fate had previously befallen me… so gather in close and I’ll whisper in your ear…

I’d written a story… in fact…I’d written a bloody pretty amazing story and therein lied my problem. I hadn’t realised that the teacher would rank the class and put the stories in order, in her words, from the worst to the best… and so she began to reel off names in 30th place was Robert, who squirmed in red-faced shame in his seat… 29, 28, 27… and a roll call of kids shifting uncomfortably… Oh GOD!!! Please let my name come out and let this be over with… 10, 9, 8… please!!! please make this stop!!! 3, 2, and no…oh no… my name had still not been called… this could mean only one thing… First place goes to Karen! Then it got worse… then she read my story, my story that I’d written under exam conditions and that I’d only expected to be seen by her eyes… she read my story out loud to the whole class and with each word I felt as though I died a little…  How dare she put me out on display in such a crass fashion?

I was furious… I was beyond furious and so a week later when those words appeared again…

As I entered the woods…

I felt my tinyness faced against a system that I had no power to control and something subversive stirred within me and I took my chance at a small action of silent rebellion and I put my pencil to paper and wrote the biggest pile of crap you could imagine…

So… Poor old Miss was horrified and bawling me out… What the hell is wrong with you? How can you drop from the top of the class to the bottom in one week? Why didn’t you just write the same story that you wrote before?

Well… I had 101 answers but offered none… I just watched her as the tears welled up in her eyes and she said that she had no other option than to disregard my mock result and enter on record the fail grade that I’d got on exam day…

I remember a faint fleeting thought of what difference does it make to you? and then there was a faint realisation that maybe her teaching would be called into question… so I tried to look suitably ashamed and I waited for the storm to pass…

It occurs to me now, that this was quite a traumatic event and could be described as a bit of a shipwreck moment… I pondered further on that thought and about how there are four kinds of shipwreck and then I tossed my deck overboard to see what would wash up and I moved from navel to naval gazing…

The shipwreck!

Waxing Oracle a-hoy!!

Shipwreck


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FLOTSAM…

This is the wreckage of the ship that stays afloat…

What part of me was not sunk on that day?

Strangely enough… my will to climb to the top… to climb every mountain… to  follow every dream…

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JETSAM…

This is the parts of the ship/cargo that are purposely cast overboard to lighten the load in times of distress and is the things that hopefully will wash up on shore…

What did I jettison that day?

I see a cheeky dragon with its tongue out… I threw my imagination away and my sense of magic and wonder… I threw away my own myths and legends… I cast them out to sea in the hope that they would swim to safety rather than be drowned by the arbitrary markings of a primary school teacher logging exams that really counted for nothing at all…

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LAGAN…

The wreckage that is dropped to the bottom of the ocean and is often marked by a buoy so that it can be reclaimed later…

What did I sink and leave for later use?

The ability to make bridges and connections… to be able to link together in my mind the world as I saw it, my imaginary world and also to see how this links into, extends and reaches into the minds of others…

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DERELICT…

Cargo sunk to the bottom of the ocean with no hope of recovery… also boats that are cast adrift and abandoned…

What did I want to lose that day?

The searing pain in my soul as I felt that some kind of damage/trauma was being inflicted on me… the feeling that I was being pierced and skewered and ripped open and laid bare for all to see…

But let us not finish the story there…let’s leave the classroom with its tables arranged into a horseshoe shape, firmly where it belongs… back in the 1970’s…

Let’s look at my shoreline now and see what has washed up on my beach… what parts of myself did I manage to salvage…

Salvage

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My love of colour whether that be via language or my palette…

 I use my experiences to draw on and to display a full spectrum…

I love to express via art, especially the way in which a picture can convey a thousand words and leave me feeling bathed in colour rather than exposed and vulnerable and naked…

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Oh… the churnings… yearnings… learnings…

The ebbs and flows of tides as feelings, thoughts and emotions come and go…

The way that this can dredge up the mud of the past but also how it can reveal the hidden treasure that lurks within… or the way the waves roll a rough stone up and down a beach to polish it a little more with each motion until all the rough edges are smoothed away and a humble tiny rock can gleam like the most precious of jewels…

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Ahhhhh!!!! My magical water dragon…

Purposely cast loose and told to swim buddy swim!!!

YES!!! He made it safely to shore!

’nuff said 🙂

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What is this I see? Barnacles and Verde de Gris??

My derelict cargo left to sink and disappear without a trace… and somehow it makes its way to the surface to stare me in the face yet again…

Though I feel no need to repair the damage that I felt was done at the time…

Instead, I see that the rust that has formed has given it a new life and beauty and a story all of its own…

But then again… I may just  have a somewhat fanciful imagination…

Maybe I’m all washed up! 😀

What do you see?

All images (c) Karen Sealey ~ The Waxing Oracle

When Less is More…

I’m just starting to get back onto my feet after being forced into complete rest… and it’s given my quite a lot of time on my hands to idle muse… It slowly dawned on me just after the last lunar eclipse that the first twinges of the pain that was going to lay me up began way back in April 2014… I ignored it at that point and didn’t really think much of it… with hindsight, maybe that is when I should have taken some rest voluntarily… as from that point, one way or another, series of events seemed to conspire to keep me desk bound rather than out and about on the hoof…

I pondered more over the recent blood moon and started thinking … On April 15, 2014, there was a total lunar eclipse… the first of four consecutive total eclipses in a series, a second one took place on October 8, 2014, third one on April 4, 2015 and the remaining one took place on September 27, 2015…

It’s with a wry smile that I now note that each of these dates in one way or another, tied in to removing certain things in my life that had turned rotten… times of cutting ties and connections… movement away from dead weights and things that had been dragging me down…

Right through that, most of that period, life felt to be a Sisyphean task… right up until a couple of months ago when the pain in my back grew so fierce and the muscles went into intense spasm every time that I moved, that I had no other option than to give in and lie down… to rest up… calm the pain and let it heal…

I don’t like being still… I don’t like being indoors… so the frustration and the thought of being laid up indefinitely almost had me in tears… I started to wonder how I would cope with it… and decided to turn it to my advantage and actually use the time to organise the chaos that has sprung up all around me since I started playing around with art just over 3 years ago…

Also, there’s a secret project that I’m working on, that I realised I had a few gaps in my knowledge as to how to turn that into a reality, so this would be a good time to learn some new tricks…

Now that brought me some laughter as often people suggest to me that I should make a deck and I say… yeah… maybe… if I get an idea… and then I’ll wander off and scratch my head and birth ideas and then kill them off…

Going through my artwork over the last year, I have all sorts of varied things going on but as I laid everything out… I started to notice something… there within all my experimental pieces was a consistent flow of pieces in encaustic wax… piece after piece that I’d made… each one made when I had something other on my mind… a problem to solve or a thought to resolve… an unease that needed soothing… idle meditations… all sitting in a pile…

I counted them up… there were 60 of them… the by-products of struggling with Sisyphean tasks… and somewhere in my head a little valve lit up… and that was the birth of The Waxing Oracle

So…I pull a card… yes! very funny! given I’m spending a lot of time sitting on ice of late… but then sitting frozen gives plenty of time to look for the patterns emerging…

I’m going to meditate on that further and consider the paradox of less effort yielding more results…

Though maybe I already know the answer…

As a good friend of mine recently said…

When you look for your lost pen, it’s always under your bum!

😉

A Lenny/Astro Crossmatch…

I like to pretend that it’s because a picture paints a thousand words… and yeah… that is true… but in reality… there may be a more honest reason as to why I like to record my studies by creating images…

My handwriting is horrendous… sure… I can write beautifully every so often, when I know it’s going to be read by someone else… but in the privacy of my own journals… it collapses into sigil and scrawl that I find impossible to decipher if I return more than 3 or so days later to re-read…

Lenny Astro Crossmatch Karen Sealey ~ Night Tide LenormandSo… having spent the last few days exploring ascendants/descendants and mid-heavens/lower mid-heavens… I was pleasantly surprised when I veered off-track and stumbled across Lenormand/Astrology correspondences… (though… don’t ask me exactly where as I found them scattered in bits and bobs in several places and I forgot to note them down… and the interwebby is a big place… :/ )

I pulled out the cards for houses I(Asc), IV(IC), VII(Desc) and X(MH) and the cards for the signs in my chart that fall there…

It was just a small experiment/exercise and I found it strangely useful in that it brought back all my thoughts from over the past few days on the subject, threw in a few more and kind of pulled them all together like iron fillings on a piece of paper being gathered to a central point by a magnet placed underneath…

I find the brevity of Lenormands a welcome break from the outward evermore spirally fractal arms that unleash via Tarot…

Lennys seem to deliver a pithy punchline to the cosmic jokes in your life…

I like that I can use something that I am visually familiar with to learn about something that I’m not familiar with… that I can turn planets and orbits into little cartoon strips…

So I’ve decided to leave the full list I herded together here as a) I’ll be able to find them again… and b)it’s a preemptive strike to counter attack the frustration of cracking the code of my cursive trails…

I’m certain I’ll be trying out a few more things with them…

You can play too… if you like… 😉

Lenny Astro Correspondences Karen Sealey - Night Tide Lenormand

Oh For Fox Sake…

IMG_4991Ok… admittedly I’m frequently an irascible soul… or so some would claim…

On the whole and left alone in my own little world, I’m generally laid back to the point of horizontal… though every so often someone else tries to merge their reality into mine and then I can become vertical with a vengeance…

Now there is something that I’ve noticed over the last few years… and it comes into view way too often for my liking…

From where I’m standing there seems to be an over abundance of project optimism… There also seems to be some kind of assumption or maybe misguided rumour going around that if you are doing anything remotely holistic for a living then you must have had half of your brain cells scooped out…

Maybe I’m reading it wrong…

I don’t know…

What I do know is that I hear way too much chatter about ‘potential’ and nowhere near enough information about the details or facts and figures… always castles in the air presented and never the solid foundations… and when you ask questions or try to examine the ‘information’ being presented then that’s where it gets interesting…

Suddenly you’re under fire for being negative or problematic or you get some love and light bastard saying things like… oh… I know you’re in a bad place right now… maybe you should go and meditate, cleanse your aura and balance your chakras so you can go trust and go with the flow… find your faith again… you need to reverse your conditioned negative thinking patterns…

Mmmm… really…

See… it is my experience that going with the flow with people who refuse details only leads to being sold down the river…

Asking questions and wanting to see the figures does not equate to a deficit in positivity…

It is not negativity!

It is numeracy!

And if you want to talk business then… how can I put this nicely?

Love and ledgers…

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