Free Association Falling…

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Welcome to the latest Tarot Blog Hop, wrangled by Morgan Drake Eckstein who set the succinct prompt of:

What I can (could) teach the world.

Well, well, well… I mulled this question over at great length and had a few flashbacks to teaching maths and thought about how what you teach is only half the equation and just because you can teach something, it doesn’t necessarily follow that the world wants to learn it… So I curtailed that train of thought and thought about looking at a couple of things I habitually do with varying degrees of success… Firstly, there’s my natural tendency to randomly ramble, which seems pointless to explain as that’s not so much something you teach others but more of a game that you suck them into…

The second habit is maybe the one I can teach, as it’s a habit that gets me into all kind of scrapes and maybe as a kind of public service announcement I should teach mindful manifestation… I am a manifestor par excellence… unfortunately I rarely think through my wording and so I often get more than I bargained for… sometimes it’s a favourable bonus such as a houseful of ginger stray cats and a garden full of hedgehogs… then there’s the less favourable result such as the bruised elbow I’m currently sporting after whipping out a card for this hop then asking for a good yarn to turn up… Anyway, my haphazard conjurings often leave me wishing that I had asked more precisely for what I wanted and so my teaching is to share a tale in the hope that that helps someone somewhere avoid a lesson learnt the hard way…

So, I know it’s a Tarot hop but it seemed a good idea at the time to dip into my W.I.P. oracle as I’m currently looking at the writing and storytelling aspects…

I’ve not fully landed on the final title for this card and it switches between Well of Wyrd, Well of Urd and Portal…

As I pulled the card, I looked at it and my free fall word fall was…

If you stare at one thing for long enough you will find a pattern even if that pattern is your habit of spinning until you go crazy…
Even the greatest turbulence in life when all said and done is little more than a storm in a teacup…
You can drink it down or pour it away…
And then that is when I made my gaffe that from previous experiences, I should have known better by now but no, I did it again and challenged the cosmos to send me something to write about…
A few days later, I’m walking from a client’s house back to my car and I feel my foot catch on the pavement… My brain goes into that slow motion, hyper-awareness thing, where thoughts stream through at a rate of knots and I’m mentally turning the air blue with profanities as FFS!!! This is going to end badly… I can visualise my size 24 frame smashing into the ground so I’m also cussing at the cosmos that I’m too busy to break bones this week… I visualise my crash landing and how I’m going to land on my bag and annihilate my phone plus both pairs of new spectacles and then something very strange happens… My left arm flings my bag out of harm’s way then slams down into a breakfall and I diagonally forward roll… hitting the tarmac and back up on to my feet. I swoop up my bag and stride to the car then as I get in I’m baffled and wonder if I’m actually tripping as opposed to having tripped up… surely that didn’t happen??? The throb in my elbow and the grit embedded in it, confirm that it did… It all feels a little surreal and I laugh at the thought that that is probably the coolest move my body has ever done and not a single soul was there to see it! 😀
I arrive home, looking a little wired I guess as the look on my face was enough to tear Mr S away from his Star Trek reruns… He applied his first aid skills as I expressed surprise that my body had done this stuntman manoeuvre and I guessed that my latent ninja skills must have been some kind of leftover muscle memory from when I did about a year or so of Judo about 35 years ago… I asked Mr S if he thought that was possible and he thought it probably was as I had taken my tumble in a way that smacked of being a textbook Ukemi roll…
I liked the way the word Ukemi landed on my ears and so I kicked it across in to the Google Oracle and discovered that the falling technique is not just about preventing physical harm, the Ukemi practice is also a philosophical lesson in learning to take the falls gracefully… to acknowledge that life has thrown you, to absorb the lesson and to get back onto your feet… and that’s when the penny dropped that I’d manifested my story…
Thinking about tarot/oracles/stories in general… I guess people are not interested in what you have to say per se but more in how you say things and transport them to a place where it doesn’t matter if the story is true or not… it takes them to a place where they can change the way they see the world and their place in it…  I’ll leave that thought there and you can do with it as you please…
And just for fun, I’ll share with you a silly game I like to play…
Autopredict divination 
I’ll give you the beginning of the sentences and you can type into your phone and then hit the predictive text buttons to complete them…
  1. I can teach the world…
  2. I could…
  3. I should…

For the morbidly curious, mine were…

I can teach the world is a prelude to a whole new level
I could be a reminder to get the solution
I should probably start by clearing my desk
And on that note, you can either play the game or roll on by (bye bye) by hitting the links to my neighbours 😀

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Anyone Can Play Guitarot…

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Welcome aboard the tarot blog hop musical express, directed by Jay Cassels who invited us to get our Gleek on. I do remember the exact notes but I’m fairly certain that artistic license and ad-libbing was pre-approved and so although I can on occasion just about carry a tune in a bucket, I’ll spare you the trilling and spilling of my mediocre singing and invite you to come winging through my variations on a theme.

Music and tarot are very intertwined in my mind and it is not unknown for me to burst into spontaneous song or pull a musical prank… (I may or may not write about that another day) Ok… let’s get back into the right key… I have lots of favourite types of people to read for but high up there in the top of the charts are Musicians…

There’s a fluidity in thinking with Musicians and they are all too easily lured into play…

I’ve often found that Musicians seem to innately know what the cards are saying even if they’ve never seen a deck before but then I guess that many Musicians over the years have infused their art with esoteric musings so any Musician with eclectic tastes has absorbed the occult by osmosis…

But when it comes to tarot reading then they are usually willing to freestyle and enjoy the noble art of busking, they are up for metaphorical musing and noodling and in no way adverse to trying out a few new licks and riffs…

Below is a reading that I did to look at business ideas.  We opened up the Orbifold and it seemed the most natural thing in the world to get the guitar player in front of me to transpose the composition to guitarot…

tarot, tarot spread, business planning

The whole musical language itself lends to an easy analogy and so questions flowed out…

How many strings are there to your business? How do you want to pitch? What’s the tone? What volume is best? etc… etc…

Sometimes the Musicians around me start up the movement and set the beat… Below is the latest composition Mr S has bullied me into commissioned from me… He’s recently bought a ???? oooh???? blimey!!! ah… I really ought to know the name of this… he’s been banging on about it for months and months… but names and models of guitars get lost in the same part of my wasteland area of brain where details about cars go to die… anywho… he’s bought this guitar that is in kit form and it is sitting waiting to be customised. He’s been humming (he’s always humming…) and ahhing about making any decisions but insisting that I should do the artwork for him. That had been going on for weeks until he asked me why it’s not done yet and I told him it’s because he’s still not made his mind up! At which point he says – Why are you waiting for me? Why don’t you just pull some cards out…

So cards were pulled and at last, he smiles as rough initial drafts are sketched out and approved as being exactly to his liking…

But…  dc al coda…back to the Orbifold…

Now the thing I like about the Orbifold is that is so sleek and unfussy and so elegantly designed… At a glance it looks simplistic and bordering on a tad oversimplified maybe but LOOK… look at those borders!!! There’s a whole symphony going on there…

And it occurs to me that when something appears to be so simply designed then it is because every mark and notation is carefully chosen and placed for a reason… There is nothing there by accident, everything is scribed carefully by the composer to lay in wait for the conductor’s hand to provoke a response in the players who in turn will stir an audience…

Then I discovered a magical musical game…

Orbifold Overtures

For this game, you will need one Orbifold deck and as many Musicians as you can get your hands on. If you haven’t already got this deck, then it is worth buying purely for this experiment. I have tried this numerous times now with various unsuspecting victims and it never fails to amuse me…

It’s very simple, there is little work for you to do…

You find your musician

You take out a handful of cards

You line up the borders

Then you say… Oooh… Look at this… Hmmm… if that were a song, what would it sound like?

My experience to date is that they will initially look a little pensive but in less than 3 seconds you will see their eyes light up and they will start tapping and rhythm and skat out a tune

Let me know if you try it?

It’s even more interesting when you show the same cards to different musicians at different times and they all sing the same song…

If you’ve enjoyed this musical interlude and you’re wanting an encore then pick a link and hit it 🙂

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Rolling With The Hunches…

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Wishing on a Star

Welcome to the latest Tarot Blog Hop hosted by Ania M

Happy Happy Joy Joy! and all that festive stuff! 🙂 

The prompt given was:
Which card(s) best represent or celebrate your past year and which best represent your wishes for the year ahead. You can either select the cards you think fit best, or draw them randomly and see what the Tarot thinks.
The past year has been somewhat of a blur… paradoxically I find myself too quickly in mid-December yet January feels to be many lifetimes ago and so to rest my weary brain and to save myself the effort of trawling through the scribbles in my diary to tease out the edited highlights, I’ll delegate the choice of card to potluck and see what the Tarot thinks I should be celebrating…

 

The Fool ~ Tarot of the Sidhe by Emily Carding

THE FOOL
Ok… so that could be any of very many things. This year has seen me leap into various situations that have challenged my delicate Virgo bowels… though fortunately not to the point where I have literally crapped myself… ok ok yup TMI!
Let me try and regain a little dignity and share with you a recent experience. So… in the last week of November, I found myself on a 5-day residential course with 25 strangers all with the common goal of exploring Spirit through art.
Now there seems to be a popular misconception that I’m a gregarious person… the truth is hmmm… well it’s not that I dislike company it’s maybe more that I don’t enjoy all the social expectations that go along with being in company… you know, things like having to string together a coherent sentence at 8am… or feeling obliged to put your bra on… or rather resisting the urge to whip if off via the armhole of your shirt half way through the day because the damned thing is literally getting on your tits… so… I had spent the two weeks before going, wondering why on earth I would put myself through this communal living that had timetables and lights out at midnight, and days punctuated by cups of tea served at set hours… but it occurred to me that maybe it would be interesting to be somewhere where nobody knows you…
I guess at the time of booking my thoughts were around how my artwork would develop in an immersive environment, removed from the outside world and everyday distractions. As it happened the art kind of went backward to mostly primitive scribbles as the new way of working to pick out messages took a strange hold… (or as my autocorrect tries to insist… a stranglehold…)
When I work with Tarot, it’s fast and fluent and the symbols and metaphors that flood my head are filled with in-jokes and flashbacks of past readings that whizz through my mental roller deck of references to pull the right phrase for each card… Information feels to stream in from various angles around the right-hand side of my head… Faced with exercises that called for a mediumistic approach, the sensations around my head were not so much new but something I’d not really noticed before… the left-hand side of my head stirred to life… a strange outward probing, slowly sweeping and groping into a violet haze… like trying to feel the way through fog… to find the way home blindly on a route well travelled but with now no visible path… a slow, heart thumping test of faith between the inhale and the exhale… trusting that words would come… Images would come in abstract forms and words were strewn and scattered to be gathered and finally linked…
Mid-week, I sit with blank page and pastels and wait and wait until my hand feels the urge to pull colours and make shapes… I watch the lines appear and they take a life of their own but what does it mean? My patience is tested… I resist the urge to scrap the image and start again… and I ask myself – who is this for? I cast my eye around the far end of the room and let my gaze rest upon each person… no…no…no… I feel defeated so I sit and pause and turn to the other end of the room… I see a silver flash of light above a man’s head… the same kind of flash I’ve seen when choosing a crystal to work with so I take the plunge and go introduce myself and say that I think the drawing is for him… I relay the abstract thoughts that I had whilst drawing and he agrees that it does indeed feel to be for him… we talk at length but I won’t divulge that part of the conversation.
I go to leave and he says… hey, just on the off chance, maybe the one I drew is for you, do you want to take a look?
I look and hold back a silent gasp. I see something instantly that is deeply personal and relevant to me but I say nothing and wait to see what he says… he looks a little hesitant then says… well… I’m not sure how to explain this really but it’s a like I’m in space… I’m up there amongst the stars and there’s this big bunch of planets all together… there’s energy flying everywhere and they all talk to one another… but then over here on the opposite side, towards the bottom… there’s Saturn… like some kind of anchor…  and up here… look there’s some kind of symbol that looks like it crowns everything…what do you make of that?
I look to where he points and I see the glyph for Jupiter…
I feel the smile spreading across my face…and I tell him that he’s drawn my chart, which confuses him as he knows nothing of Astrology… I talk him through briefly about my Sagittarius ascendant… my cluster of planets that sit astride the cusp of the 9th and 10th house and how my Saturn lurks all alone across yonder in my 4th house… I ask about all the blue on the right-hand side and he tells me… oh… that was another story… it’s like there is a portal that you travel through, across a stream to open fields to speak to beings on another plane…
He goes on to describe a project that I’ve spent considerable time on but which has been put into stasis for over a year now…
Now all of that is something that I’m still assimilating and digesting… The reason for celebration is the profound sense of peace that came with this…
A few years ago, I paid an Astrologer friend to hand draw my chart… let’s not go into details other than to say that I never got my chart, I lost my money and what used to be a beautiful friendship got fucked beyond repair… Always in the back of my mind was a dim hope that one day this person would do the right thing and one day in the post my chart would arrive… this dim thought was kept alive by numerous card pulls both by myself and others that insisted repeatedly that my chart would indeed arrive…
The stranger who by now had become a new friend gifted me the piece of art and finally that dark whine in some dusty but not quite forgotten corner of my mind… it suddenly and finally fell silent… The cessation of that gnawing pain and sadness for a lost friend laid to rest and THAT is a good a cause for celebration as any…
My card moving forwards… another random pull…
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The Chariot ~ Tarot of the Sidhe by Emily Carding

THE CHARIOT
My wish for next year… to get both sides of my brain working together and bringing all these new ways of working into line and up to speed with my tried and tested workhorse…
I’m not entirely sure where it will go yet but with the Fool as my back seat driver, I’m sure my Chariot will travel to exactly where it needs to take me… Though I’m just having a wry chuckle and seeing the Fool jumped off and the workhorse grew wings… Plus I’m fairly certain that equestrian lady just flung her bra off…
If you’d like to take the flight to another blog then jump on one of the links…

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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! 😉

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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…