Hails of the Unexpected…

So… a week ago, I found myself returning to read at a venue that I’d been to two years prior… If you’d asked me two weeks ago, then I’d probably have cited this as being my favourite place that I’ve read in… If you ask me today, then I may laugh and say that it was the best of gigs and it was the worst of gigs…

Two years ago, I was busy but even so, the pace still felt gentle… This year, reading began to feel like some kind of extreme sport, though not one of those high adrenalin junky type jaunts… more like that strange activity where people jump out of an aeroplane and press their clothes on an ironing board as they head to the ground… I didn’t feel that I was going out of my comfort zone or pushing any real barriers, more that I was doing my everyday routine work in an odd environment… not that I really have much of a problem with that…

I was booked for 6 hours and under contract to hit a reading rate of 20 people an hour… within half an hour of arriving, the crowd was 10 deep and there was an acute awareness of time as every time I glanced up the crowd had gotten bigger and bigger… and there was a low-level rowdiness, which was not how I had remembered the place…Before it had been fast-paced but polite and somewhat genteel… Now it was somewhat fractious… There was an element of pushing and shoving and the occasional angry outburst as someone would try to cut the line… I heard a girl’s voice shout out – EXCUSE ME! There’s a queue don’t you know?! A while later the same voice – ER! HELLO!!! You need to go the back of the queue! People are waiting! Then even later, her voice soared above the noise of the crowd… I’M MENSTRUATING!!! Now is not a good time to push in front of me!!! I’m bleeding like a motherfucker!!!

The four hooray Henries in kilts plomped themselves in front of me regardless of the angry protests and seemed to be somewhere on the spectrum between indifference to the berating and being slightly pleased with themselves…

I said – boys… that’s not cool… people have been waiting and you just walked up to the front…

The dark haired one on the right, leaned back in his chair, folded his arms as smugness spread across his face and in a quite tone that suggested that he was someone who always got his own way, he said – well, we’re here now and we’re not moving… what are you going to do?

I smiled… clenched my teeth as I remembered that I was also under contract to be positive and polite… and I glanced at the crowd glowering behind him and I said… well I’m not being paid as a bouncer, so I’m going to whizz you through and get you out of here as quickly as possible, so buckle up because I read fast…

The guy sat opposite me, who looked like a poster boy for the Aryan Nation, piped up… Hey! Tell me my chums’s names… Use your telepathy! Show us what you do! Smug face chipped in again – yah… do your job!

I said ok my lovelies… let me educate you… First off… I’m not a mind reader, secondly … if you don’t know your chums’s names then you need more help than I can give you… Thirdly… my job? Ha! I’m the cleaner! I’m just filling in because the tarot reader was a no show…

Smug face leaned forwards… seriously yah? You’re the cleaner?

Yes, love… you walk past me every single day… do you not recognise me?

He leaned in further to examine my expression and I’m not blessed with a poker face… he let forth a ripple of laughter…ah! You’re dicking with me! He turned to his chums, waved a hand in my general direction as he declared – I like her! She’s terribly funny!

I said, yes, I’m hilarious and I’m on the clock so pull 3 cards now or leave… The four of them swooped into my deck and Blondie in front of me starts again… Hey! If you’re any good Miss Mind Reader – you can tell me what card I’m holding! And he holds one aloft in a challenge…

Ace of Pentacles honey bunny!

By Jesus?! It bloody well is!!! What? How? How? What? What? Errrrr???!!!

Now it’s my turn to smirk and this time I don’t give my game away and the tipsy fool is none the wiser that I’ve seen all three of his cards because he waved them around as he pulled them and I know those cards like the back of my hand and a quick flash and a glimpse of colour and I know what you’re holding… Silence descends on the table and I whizz these four yahoos through without another peep out of them… they sit and quietly nod… Ah! You guys are quiet? Nothing more to say? Smug face who has very much warmed to me by now says – yes… I have something to say… Thank you! You’ve just given me a lot to absorb…I’m hoping that I’ll remember it all…

You’re welcome! NEXT!

The crowd is much more settled now and things run in a run of the mill kind of way… until three guys come and sit down… I think to myself – ok… there’s something odd going off here, these are not faces that look as though they have come for a reading…

The guy to the right is quietly spoken… he tells me that he’s just started receiving messages from Jesus and asks if it’s ok for him to pass on the message that he has for me…

I scan the faces of the other two and they are both serene and look deadly earnest and I’m a little suspicious as I wonder if I’m being pranked… But I’m a curious creature, so I say – sure… give me what you’ve got… He tells me that he’s been stood in the queue for quite some time as he’s been told to come over and give me some energy as I give out a lot to others… A part of me thinks – oh! FFS! This sounds like the worst kind of cold reading medium… I can feel the skepticism seeping across my face… he carries on undeterred… it’s hard to catch all that he says as his voice is lost a little in the background babble… I look at the queue and wonder if I should just cut them short and shoo them off but I figure they’ve waited their turn and if they want to talk rather than listen then this is about as close to a break as I’m going to get tonight so let them talk… The guy in the middle asks to hold my hands… He places his in front of him supine and shoulder width apart, I place my hands palm upwards into his… Now he is also talking and it’s even harder to hear… Both of them chatter away and I catch the odd word every so often and they are bestowing me with blessings and healings… It’s an odd situation but by far not the oddest I’ve ever been in and I’m not entirely sure what their views and beliefs are…I’m fairly certain I don’t share them… I’m still wondering if I’m being pranked… The first guy who spoke suddenly becomes louder – You bring the gift of joy and laughter! I smile as it’s not the first time that I’ve had such an accusation thrown at me…

The guy to the left who had been silent up to this point, speaks up… excuse me… may I add something? The other two fall silent… They all look at me… I say – sure, why not… He says to me – I’ve been given a series of images and I don’t know what they mean but I’ve been told that you know… he rattles off descriptions that fill my mind’s eye with tarot card after tarot card and in my head a full reading has come into view… I stare at him… He stares back… You know what they mean?

Yes…I do… Why are you telling me this?

He said because it’s a validation for the work you do and you are under divine protection…

It’s a rare occasion in that for once, I’m lost for words… This was not what I expected him to say… I don’t know what I did expect him to say… Words came back to me…ok… that’s interesting… last time somebody went all Jesus on me they told me I was going to burn in hell and then they tried to bin all my things…

That’s too funny! he said and all four of us belly laughed, shook hands, did the nice to meet you pleasantries and with that they were off into the night…

Hmm… divinely protected… A couple of hours later and a girl knocks her prosecco all over my cards… there’s an explosion of expletives cascading through my head and somehow or another I manage to control and contain them… My mind flashes to the clause in my contract about staying below a certain decibel level… I’d thought it hilarious at the time of signing but now there was a very real danger that I could exceed the limit if I opened my mouth… Ah! Divine Protection my arse! Look at my chuffin’deck… it’s effin jeffin bolloxedly buggered! Noooooooooooooooooooo!!!! BREATHE!!!! SMILE!!! BREATHE!!! Don’t be mean to the girl, she’s dying of embarrassment and it was just an accident… No… You’re ok my lovely, don’t worry about it… No harm done…

I gather my composure and bring the girl down to a relaxed level… Ok… let’s have a look at your cards…

I laugh a little and it builds and builds…

The crowd all gather and wonder what’s so funny…

I flip the cards for all to see… OK… The Fool and the Ace of Cups! Well! We hardly needed any cards to tell us that you can’t handle your drinks!!!

See turns a spectacular shade of scarlet and tries to bury her face under my cloth… seriously? is that what that means?

Well yes, on one level it does… I start to feel a little guilty that I’ve made her squirm… Ok… I’m joking with you! Pass me that third card and let me tell you what it really means…

I inwardly grimace at the sticky cards and have a heavy heart as I visualise tossing them all into the bin later… they’re old friends and have been on many travels… but as it happens, I think a tiny miracle occurred as they ended up drying out nicely and there’s been a couple of strategic dabs of glue put into place but to an eye that is none the wiser, you’d never know they’d had a near death experience… Hmmm… it’s almost like they were divinely protected… 😉

 

 

 

 

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

Consensual Healing…

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Welcome to the latest Reiki blog hop. The theme for this hop was set by myself and I invited others to write about consent. I deliberately left this vague and as a one-word remit as I was intrigued as to what others would have to say…

CONSENT

Over the years, I have spent much time pondering this as often mostly it’s not a problem but when it is a problem then it feels to be a contentious issue and one that if you speak freely about then well… you never know where it can go… What I do know is that I’ve encountered some rather unpleasant experiences in the past when discussing this…

The reason that this topic floated up to the surface of my mind again, was that a few months back I attended a day’s workshop, this was not Reiki or even healing but in the general holistic arena and as such I fully expected to be spending my day with a bunch of strangers most of which would be in to some kind of healing and yeah… I most definitely expected to encounter a Reiki Master as…well… it’s pretty much ubiquitous these days and seems that where ever you are, you are never more than 3 metres away from one of the attuned…

So the day starts and all is going in a rather quiet and laid back fashion or maybe it was that I was still half asleep as kickoff time was an hour before this night owl is usually functioning at an even semi-human level… But 20 minutes in and the door bursts open with much puffing and panting and wild armed gesticulating about the awful traffic and oh! so hard to find this place! blah blah blah and very little regard for disrupting  the peace and quiet and no attempt at any form of apology for the tardiness…

But… it’s before 11am… so I’m still layered in the teflon of sleepiness but I do hear somebody to my right mutter… yeah… we came in from there also and we managed to get here ok and on time… I wish them all into silence and pray that I make it through the next 6 hours without my inner animal coming out to feed on live bait (my higher self doesn’t rise until at least noon…) I could smell the way that this was going to unfold and unfortunately… I was not proven wrong…

It got to that  part of the day that always feels like you’re sat in Alcoholic’s Anonymous (not that I’ve ever been there other than in my imagination…) you’re in a circle of strangers and one person is stood up telling you all to introduce yourself to each other… The Arm Waver was up again…

I’M A REIKI MASTER!!!

I zone out in the same way that I zone out when I get a phone call from anybody who teaches my kids and rings and starts the conversation with their job title… it makes me silent shriek… yes!!!! but what is your NAME?!!! actually, that’s a complete lie as when it happens via my phone, I go on to an auto- loop of – yes dear! what’s your name?! until they break their pre-prepared script to actually converse with me rather than expecting socially compliant obsequiousness to their (in their opinion) vastly superior status to mine… to be quite frank, I find it somewhat rather rude (which is typical British understatement for it makes me madder than hell and I’d sooner push lit matches under my toenails than continue this conversation…) but a much greater sin in my eyes that outweighs all of this is that over the years, I’ve kind of come to the conclusion that interesting people seldom start a conversation by impressing upon you what they do… yeah yeah yeah…. I know there’s all this networking malarkey and top tips about elevator pitches… but I’m sorry… it bores me… and if you want to make sure I never speak to you again then please do go ahead and introduce yourself by telling me what you do and how amazing you are whilst completing failing to give me your name…

So… all morning… we get to listen to Reiki this and Reiki that interspersed with little condemning remarks about how Religious people are not spiritual like wot we are! Oh… and then the ‘psychic’ flashes as this person just can’t help picking up other people’s vibes and then goes on to foist unasked for insights and intuitions on the poor victim who looks very much like a lamb to the slaughter and very uncomfortable and reluctant to speak up in a room full of stranger(s)…

I breathe… I breathe again… I imagine myself sinking into Mother Earth and just letting it all flow through…

By now, I feel like an observer watching through a two-way mirror…

Then it just tips a little too far… I’m not sure what prompted it but now this person is up on their feet and full of pomp and pageantry and flouncing and flailing their arms around and announcing that they are going to give Reiki to everyone in the room… The old dormant reptile part of my brain awakens… the part that was always watching via peripheral vision for hassles when I spent years in Casino pits… Out of the corner of my eye, I caught the Mexican Wave of eyeball rolls that spread across the room… but still no one speaks… and I feel that we have a very large and  very obvious elephant in the room… and yeah… I know maybe I should be more serene and rise above such things but… my inner croupier has come alive and just as when I used to spot a dolly being placed incorrectly on a wrong number on a roulette table… I shoot both hands up into the air and in a voice that is flat and calm and has many many times brought a whole room ten times the size of this into a complete silence… I boom…

STOP!

So… the whole room now faces me and Arm Waver has gone into temporary stasis with a look of shock spreading across their baffled face… and now comes to glare at me, barely masking the annoyance that I’ve interrupted their performance art  Reiki donation…

I stare back… and quietly say… No thank you, please keep your Reiki, our energy is fine over here…

But you see… It’s not the Reiki I object to… it’s this person’s attitude…

Basically, on some level, I feel as though I have been violated… I feel as though I have encountered a Reiki Rapist…

I have strong objections about unsolicited energy exchanges… for me, there needs to be a level of trust and open communication in the process… I want consensual healing (Did you hear my Barry White impersonation? 😉 ) … It’s not acceptable to go around willy nilly blasting people with what at the end of the day are you own personal beliefs no matter if that energy does come from source and we are all fundamentally interconnected… Not everybody wants to feel that or is ready to cope with what arises from entering into energy work… It’s hard work! You’re often opening cans of worms that you never knew existed… I know a guy who suffered for years and years with OCD… he tried all manner of methods and medications and then one day his wife brought a Buddha statue into the living room… She didn’t know why she’d done it, it had just appealed to her… a big fat heavy wooden Buddha with a relentless cheery grin… The husband said… Why have you got that? She replied… I don’t know… but I think I heard it somewhere that when you bring a Buddha into your house, you invite him into your life… A few weeks later and the husband is drifting through a bookstore and returns home with a book… the Buddha has indeed come for him… slowly he begins to pick apart his thinking habits and he puts them back together again in a way that causes him a less stressful way to approach life… and several years on, he is indeed much calmer… though the wife, she does occasionally wave a jocular fist in the direction of the Buddha and say… Oh! You so funny!!! Yes! My husband is so serene…but in the old days, he used to only check 27 times that the door was locked and now he does  108…

It’s just not cool to take it upon yourself to decide for somebody else what they need…

I know I’d be pretty pissed if I sat down in a restaurant and ordered something delicious, only to have a plate of something I’d not asked for put in front of me because someone took a look at me and decided that I needed a healthier option…

Ah… consent… my mind ping pongs along in a game of free association football and I go from strutting peacocks and waving arms and primal primitive reptilian instincts and soon I arrive at bees…

Oh! Mr humble bumble bee… Do you ask the flowers for permission before you dip…

I’m not sure that he does… I’m sure he just bumbles along just doing bee stuff because that’s what bees do…

But then again… I’m not sure that he needs to as surely flowers are just doing flower stuff and if they didn’t benefit from this interaction then I’m sure the Darwinism mechanisms would have put paid to this long term relationship long before now…

And as Picasso said…

I let life reveal itself to me as a flower does to its pollinator

Who knows what the agendas and thoughts and motives are of the flowers and the bees…

Though a couple of things I observe about my dear humble bumble friend; firstly is that he may have landed on me very many times, but he’s never tried to climb into my ear… and when I’m silent and wait for him to move along and get back on his way, he does so without causing me any harm…

The other thing I observe and I think should be noted by inappropriate Arm Wavers everywhere… is that if you flap and shout and get right up in his face… He will sting you… He’s very good at asserting NO means NO! 😉

You can follow the links to read my neighbours posts… it’s ok… you have pre-approved consent to go visit them 🙂

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2016 Beltane Tarot Blog Hop MASTER LIST

Tarot Blog Hop

Welcome to the Beltane Tarot Blog Hop

I’m this hop’s chief cat herder wrangler and I set my fellow hoppers the following topic…

You may or may not have noticed that I have a penchant for puns and a fondness for free association…
So… as I thought about a theme for May day, it occurred to me how often the word ‘may’ gets used in readings…
So… what I’d like you to do, is take the word ‘may’ and play with it as you choose…
What does the word mean to you?
Is it a word that you use often and if so in what context?
Do you have a favourite quote/poem/song that uses the word?
Or you may just want to get out your crayons/camera and make a card…
Whatever you wish…
Take the word, kick it around, let it off the leash and have a field day with it…
Let it take you where it chooses…
You may just be surprised
🙂
Here’s the list of my talented colleagues and the links for each of their posts.
Click on any link and then you can follow the chain full circle to find out what they’ve all been up to…
  1. Chloë McCracken http://www.innerwhispers.co.uk/april-showers-bring-may-flowers/
  2. JoannaKate Grant https://thothjourney.wordpress.com/2016/05/01/beltane-fires/
  3. Ania M http://aniam.co.uk/blog/may
  4. Morgan Drake Eckstein http://gleamingsfromthedawn.blogspot.com/2016/05/may-day-may-day.html
  5. Jay Cassels http://metaphysicalangels.co.uk/tbh1
  6. Karen Sealey https://pureblessedtarot.wordpress.com/2016/05/01/tarot-nuts-in-may/ 
  7. Alison Coals http://alisonsalembic.blogspot.com/2016/05/beltane-tarot-blog-hop-2016.html
  8. Aaron Lozano http://www.turtlehearttarot.com/blog/2016-beltane-tarot-blog-hop-mother-may-i
  9. Meniscus (by Ania M) http://meniscustarot.co.uk/maybe
  10. Joy Vernon  http://joyvernon.com/Blog/maypole-tarot-spread/
  11. Nicole Dauch http://wp.me/p4OuGb-xr
  12. Chloë for Celtic Lenormand http://www.celticlenormand.com/2016/05/what-gifts-may-flowers-bring.html
  13. Louise Underhill http://www.priestesstarot.co.uk/2016/05/tarot-blog-hop-may-i/
  14. Joanne Sprott http://cosmicwhisperstarot.com/2016/05/01/power-may-tarot-blog-hop/
  15.  Katalin Patnaik https://katalinpatnaik.wordpress.com/2016/05/01/2016-beltane-tarot-blog-hop
  16. Christiana Gaudet http://www.christianagaudet.com/personal-blog/what-may-be

There’s a new Q on the block…

You know… I’m noticing an interesting trend of late… I’ve been doing readings for far more many years than I care to admit to, so don’t ask… it’s quite rude and pretty much akin to asking a lady her age… 😉 and during most of that time, I have a good idea before you even open your mouth, what your question is going to be… as… well… the faces may change but the stories pretty much stay the same and the plot twists that people mostly want to follow revolve around either love or money…

Now… I’m seeing a new question frequently flying in…

Will my book be successful?

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Suddenly it’s the question on everybody’s lips…

Part of me wonders if maybe I’ve accidentally slipped into some kind of variation of the game Punch buggy due to the fact that I’ve been co-writing on a project for the last year…

Another part of me… that dark cynical part of me… wonders if it is a new question at all or if it is merely a sign of the times and a modern twist that combines  both the old questions of love and money… a new question that has been spawned out of the trend for radical self-love, the huge increase in networking events and the relentless cheerleading spouted by soulpreneurs which  has all somehow merged together to prod people into writing that book about how they discovered what a special snowflake they are and then further egged them on to turn the journey of a hard life into hard cash…

But let’s put the snark back onto the leash…

Will my book be a success???

Well… really… the first thing you need to do is decide your actual definition of success and what that means to you…

Do you want to outsell Stephen King or are you happy to self-pub on Amazon and get a 5* review from your hairdresser…

And no… that’s not me being bitchy… that’s my way of asking… are you doing this for the Love or the Money… or is it simply because you have that goddamn itch that needs to be scratched… or maybe it’s a bit of all 3? That is something only you can decide… and within that decision, you plant the seeds of your own success or failure…

See… hitting the word count is the easy part… do you then have the capability necessary to cull and slay your precious bon mots and creative babies until only the fittest survive and you are left with words that count…

Do you have the stamina to promote yourself and push yourself forward to be heard in an already crowded room full of people crying out…

BUY MY BOOK! BUY MY BOOK! BUY MY BOOK!

Can you sustain that amount of effort…

See when you ask me…

Will my book be a success???

The question that I want to ask you is…

Do you have enough heart to see your art through…

Because at the end of the day… your success lies in your hands and not in the cards that I hold in mine…

Though I certainly wish you the very very best!!

🙂

Cards by Karen Sealey ~ The Waxing Oracle (c) 2015

Tarot Reader’s Biggest Secret Revealed…

Ok… for the sake of humanity… I think I need to set the record clear on a few things…

I’m still a newbie Astrologer and splashing around in the shallow end of that pool so I can tell you not whether it’s down to a particularly peculiar planetary vibe… but there seems to a whole load of weirdness currently with people asking me strange questions such as – When did you first realise that you had a touch of the dark side in you or does it run in your family… bwhahahaha! Well… maybe I should be careful as to how I answer that one… Maybe I’ll wait until a few more of the old buggers are dead before I spill on that one…  and then there’s those who seem to be labouring under the misapprehension that tarot readers hold all the secrets to the universe, the cosmos, the outer woo, or whatever people are calling it these days, in their little hands… And it’s not just me that it’s happening to… Somebody somewhere seems to have put the word out that tarot readers are all things to all people…

And quite frankly that is utter tosh…

We are not all seeing, all knowing and we all have out little specialist skills but you know it is quite hilarious when along with all the questions, you get asked things that really could be found easily and quickly via a quick visit to the Google Oracle… for example… where’s a good restaurant?

No… we do not hold all the secrets of the universe in our sweaty little mitts…

We tend to hold our secrets to our universe’s in our hands…

We also tend to own ridiculous amounts of books and bookcases…

Secrets of the universe

And in our heads we hold years of study and memories and the wisdom of experiences

In our minds we hold insight and intuition

In our hearts we hold love and compassion and empathy

We have fire and passion in our bellies

And while we don’t hold all the secrets of the universe in our hands…

Often when we work with people

We help them to find the power in their hands

We help them to shape the world that they live in…

We are human

and at the end of the day…

Here’s the biggest secret of them all…

TAROT TOILET

Yup! That’s right!

Tarot readers poop too!

Yeah… that’s right and we make tpyos too!

😀

12 Days and 78 Cards of Crimbo

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For this blog hop, Arwen Lynch Poe set the tone with-

It’s that time of the year again! The dreaded office party. Oh no! But we are going to make it fun. Now is the time for our Winter celebration. You may call that Yule or Chanukah or Kwanzaa or Solstice or Christmas or some other name. For this hop, your challenge is to join us in an office party. Crazy right? But read on! You are to create a Winter gift for your readers. That can be your insight into which Tarot/Lenormand/Oracle card is the most like Winter for you. Maybe there’s a deck you find seasonal. You could offer a recipe that is tied to a Tarot card. Maybe tell us a story about holidays past. Create a spread, write a poem, design a card. Whatever you choose to do will be a perfect gift of you to the rest of our Tarot community. So gather round for this Winter Tarot Blog Hop as we do our own version of a virtual Secret Elf office party.

Well, unfortunately, folks… I am a party pooper of gigantic proportions and I’ve got my feet up and I’m indulging in some 1980’s TV…

But… before you draw any Grinch comparisons… I have got you a little gift… Some folks say that TV rots the brain… but it gave me a little food for thought and something for your tarot table… see… you hear nonsense…

I see ∑

If you add up all the numbers 1 to 12…then you get a number that sounds more than somewhat familiar to Tarot readers everywhere… you get that magical 78… So…I’m sure many of you will have managed to slip the name of a new deck to Santa and those of you that have been good have goodies to play with… as for the naughtier amongst you…I’m sure you’ve already got plenty to choose from… so gather your decks… and here… I bring to you…

 

The 12 Days of Christmas 78 Card Lego Spread

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Lego? I hear you say…

Yes… Lego…OK… you have all the pieces… there’s the picture on the box of how it looks when constructed…

(OK… I said I’d got you a gift… I said nothing about it being a good gift…)

The bad news is…

Ahh…. the instructions got tossed along with all the torn up wrapping paper…

so… you’re just going to have to wing it and build your own version…

Design it how you like!

The GOOD NEWS is…

No batteries required!

You have 12 days to do it…

But best of all…

It doesn’t induce mind-bending nauseating pain when you accidentally tread barefoot on it in the dark…

😉

Hey!!!

Hear that…?

Pesky Carol Singers…

I’m off to release the hounds…

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On the 12th day of Christmas, my old Thoth gave to me…
12 Dudes a-dangling
11 Ladies lusting
10 Wheels a-turning
9 Lanterns burning
8 Actions pending
7 Wins for claiming
6 Souls inflaming
A FIVE POINTED STAR
4 Stubborn rams
3 White swans
2 Pillars tall
And a Magus with a monkey
🙂

To escape to safety… throw the dogs a mince pie or better still…

Hit one of the links!

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