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The Magic of Images

Welcome to the latest Tarot Blog Hop… Joy Vernon threw down the gauntlet with this one!

Ah! Magic and tarot… I’ve always had a kind of haphazard relationship here and to be honest I’m more Jonathan Strange than Mr Norell… I don’t have a problem with structured and studied magic per se… it’s more that I’m basically inept at following rituals… invariably resulting in me accidentally setting fire to something or another… A new rug in the house is a dead give away of nocturnal shenanigans that have gone awry… When I dabble in magic it’s invariably a rumbling from within that rises to the surface and takes on a life of its own… Or often a little joke with myself that I’ve laughed at so hard that it’s found its way into reality… One thing I have learned the hard way is that it’s not a good idea to throw your arms into the air and shout “Hit me with your best shot!” … that’s a phrase that launched me onto a 2 year long rollercoaster of a ride with a lengthy hangover to boot…

I’m not fond of using words in magic… it seems too fraught with too many potential pitfalls and besides, I don’t want folks overhearing… I often work with images and if I’ve done a Tarot reading for a particular reason then I may draw something that I can leave laying around to keep my thoughts on track without it being an image that will invite intrusion or nosy questions from the curious… That’s a kind of wordless process where my mind floats and I forget my thoughts until the answers appear… and when I have the answers then the image is put away…

Sometimes I do use Tarot images… often if looking at my birth chart as the images give voice to the planets… I do have a bit of a predilection for making Thoth Hybrids as the underlying geometry links them together so mesmerisingly… These are not from my chart but are for the 3 decans of Aries mentioned in the brief for this theme…

I was also quite intrigued by the Picatrix descriptions that were given… this one, in particular, captured my imagination as when I read it, it brought very vividly to mind an old situation that took a strange turn…
“There rises in the third face of Aries, a restless man, holding in his hands a gold bracelet, wearing red clothing, who wishes to do good, but is not able to do it. This is a face of subtlety and subtle mastery and new things and instruments and similar things. This is its form.”
  • 4 of Wands
  • Venus will be in the third face of Aries this year from May 26, around 10 a.m. until 1:26 a.m. on June 6.
  • To achieve subtlety and subtle mastery and new things and instruments and similar things”

I decided to draw an image and let my mind float…I lost a couple of hours or so and from my first thoughts, my mind fell into free association football until I’d forgotten what I’d been thinking about… I drew this weeks back and it’s been sat there not knowing what would be written…

 

So… interestingly and somewhat cagily as I’m not revealing details here… over the last week or so I’ve had tides of information flood my way… bringing answers to questions that I’d pondered during this drawing… they seem to be appearing in reverse free fall as there is still no answer to the question at the top of the list but being as the time period for this picatrix has not yet come into play… I guess I’ll have to leave things running for a few more weeks…And… I won’t be revealing the outcome as although I may well be a haphazard magician… I do know that you don’t give away the prestige… 😉

Go visit my neighbours, they may be more forthcoming…

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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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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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The Devil is in the detail…

I’ve been indulging in some wordplay over the last few weeks or so and…

anagrams and an am rag…

give me a run around of nun ardour

Words want letting off the leash…

letters play

pet rats yell

XV The Devil (c) Jordan Hoggard 2010

XV The Devil (c) Jordan Hoggard 2010

God! Hard jargon!

A keen slayer!

Grander shady angel or a joke…