House Sprites, Bending Time, and The Curator Lobster

This morning, my face was aching from laughter so it took me a couple of seconds to pause, stem the 2nd wave of laughing flooding in… Breathe… Ease my face out of grin into talking mode before I could answer the question put to me…

“Sometimes, I feel like my whole life is just a series of events where I’m in a constant battle with a subconscious, whose main purpose in life is to fuck with my day… What do you think?

What do I think? Well I’ve just witnessed your day so far and hmmm… You could be on to something… But then it could be something in the air… It could be sprites!

The reason we’re having the conversation is because I’m now running nearly an hour and a half late… Night-shift chaos needed to be cleared up before my passengers were set free… That’s half an hour… We’re nearly back to base and the poser of the question realised he didn’t have his car keys… Stupidly I didn’t ask ‘When was the last time you saw them?’. Instead I asked a series of pat down questions… Have you checked pockets… Bag… Under your butt… etc. Followed by ‘OK, answer quickly yes or no. Have you got them with you? Quick yes or no. Quick! Before I pass that layby on the other side where I can quick spin back or we’ve got to go miles down to the roundabout…’

No! No! Definitely not got them on me.

Wheelspin turn and back we go…

Back to square one… He gets out the car, walks towards the entrance, about turns and with far away look in his eyes, walks slowly back towards the car… ‘Karen… Did I give the car keys to my mum?’

I don’t know? Maybe? You share the car so it’s possible… Is your mum working today? Is she waiting for the car? I can’t remember seeing your car this morning… Where did you park?

No… No, she’s not working…

OK… So how are you going to get home?

Oh, no worries, Mum rang to say she’s picking me up. Oh she’s going to be pissed that I’ve lost the keys…

What’s she picking you up in?

The car… Why?

And she’s driving now, you say… Hmm… I wonder how she started the engine?

Oh! She’s got the keys! Karen, can you just repeatedly beat me around the head?

Er… No! Not in current clime, that’s a tabloid headline writer’s wet dream in the making and another riot heating up. I’m not beating you up without signed consent forms, disclaimers, non disclosure agreement, H&S risk assessment, insurance waivers… N’ah! Way too much paperwork, besides I like you enough to not kill you…

OK… Back to maybe it’s sprites… Sprites make things mysteriously disappear and reappear… My morning had started with sprites…

Tarot in the Land of Mystereum (c) Jordan Hoggard 2012

Early this morning, I remembered that I had a bootleg copy of my favourite deck… Bootleg copy? Not sure it’s the right term… A bastardised print job leading to a minideck stashed amongst my magical things. Where was it? It’s not where it’s supposed to be… Maybe I shouldn’t look for it? After all, the 4 legit copies I have are under lockdown until I get my D. O. shifted to Done.

4 copies?

Yeah… One… A signed, for my hands only, deck stowed away in the helpful friends sector of my room…

Two… My original purchase, battered and well worn like an old pair of leather shoes… Past it’s best? Or stinking smell reminder of happy days and travels and strangers met…My much lived and loved deck with handcrafted replacement card… A substitute standing in for the Hanged Man that slipped his noose and set loose into freedom…

Three… The tossed aside gigging deck, put well out of the way of types of clients I refuse to read for these days…

Four… Virgin intacta still in box awaiting deflowering when I finally get my work done!

The forgotten 5th, suddenly remembered… A loophole in my abstinence promise? Just a little mini hit…

Nah! Sprites had other ideas… It’s vanished! Vamooshed! Not in this dimension! I had a good old hunt around… I found other things that I’d forgotten that I had…

1. A pocketful of seaside! A handful of shells and stones from one of my favourite beaches. Yay! That satisfies my yearnings… A little fix of salty smells and clattering sounds as I roll them in my hands…

2. Handmade runes from baked fimo and tumblestones… Ah… Very handy! I can use these like little post it notes on my desk to flag my attention back to what I’m supposed to be focusing on…

3. Oh-oh! Another bootleg! Oops! Here’s my excuse… My good friend D, every so often visits and brings with him a new deck, he’ll toss it in my direction and ask me to break it in… Wake it up, shake it up, put it through its paces, find out what it does… He one day brought around a rune deck… Oh bugger! I got it in my hands and I didn’t want to give it back… Now D’s visits became a source of anxiety as I’d hide his deck before arrival and then keep him talking hoping he wouldn’t ask for it back… Though to be fair, he talks a lot… LOTS! He’s not hard to divert… And I love him for it… He’s a sagg so you know you’re never going to run out of topics to talk about… Time maybe? Thoughts and ideas…never… Anyway, a photocopier, a laminator, a few hours and a bit of patience and I’ve cut myself a new deck. That means I’m not going to be completely gutted when I have to hand back what’s not mine. At a later date, a lucky find on eBay placed a legit deck at a bargain price into my hands. I messaged D – Hey, I’ve still got your deck, pick it up next time you’re here. You know what he says? He says – What deck? Oh that deck… Oh, I forgot you’d got that, you could have kept it!

4. My handmade transparent set! Oh FML! I’ve been sat with a big pile of transparencies and a broken laminator thinking when can I replace this to make a set of see through runes… FML! I’ve already made them! Wicked! That’s freed up a couple of hours or so…

I get distracted by a scarf I’ve found and spread it on the floor… Oh… I’ve got a great idea what to do with this, I just need to get… Hmmm… What was that? I’ve just bumped into something behind me… Hmm.. Glug Glug Glug… What’s that noise? Anyway… I just need… Eh? Wtf? A slow creeping cold wetness spreading across my right butt cheek… Oh FFS! A can of pop left on the floor by one of the kids… I pick it up… Sprite! Fucking house sprites again! I glance the time… Oh Jesus! I should have been gone 20 minutes ago… I’m going to be so late… Euggh… Now I need to wash again and change… It’s a quick job as I do take out insurances against my own mutinies… Today insurance is a burnt orange dress that’s quickly flung on bringing instant glamour that blinds people to the fact that I’m actually pretty disheveled with unkempt hair and was in too much of a rush to pair up matching things… Miraculously, I bend time and arrive at first pickup 2 minutes early… Yeah, well I’ve already told you what happened then

I get to next batch of pickups. I get asked ‘What’s happened? You’re never late? They’ll be ringing to check we’re not dead!’

I run through a quick version, say – No I’m not late, I’ve magicked up a shorter shift for the birthday girl!

But my birthday was 2 days ago?

Yeah… Welcome to my world, you’re getting birthday week… Get to my age and you’ll get birthday month!

Yeah Karen, that new manager is hot on time keeping, we’re really late…The phone will be ringing.

Nah! I put some magic on it. Today no one will notice you’re late, they’re going to forgot you’re not there yet…

I said hey B’day Gal, what do you make of this question?

Ah! OK! Yes! Absolutely my subconscious is fucking me over! I wake up this morning very early wide awake for no reason! Why? I need sleep! Not wide awake club! Sometimes I think I’m living in a video game as a character… A video game played by a player who doesn’t know the rules… A bad clumsy player… And if he plays like I play Sims then as soon as he gets bored then I’m screwed as he will drown me in the swimming pool!

I remembered reading a couple of years ago about the phenomenon of people creating Sims to simulate murdering them… Oh… OK… So you’re one of those players?

Oh yes! I’m bored with you! I kill you!

I shoot a quick glance in my rear view mirror to check in on the look on the boyfriend’s face. He’s sat in the back smiling and looking chilled and winks at me. OK, he’s safe, he knows how to keep her interested…

I throw out an open question… What if we’re all just avatars in someone else’s game? What do you make of that?

Yes! That sounds very possible! That’s the best theory yet for all this corona madness… I mean come on! Why aren’t we all dead yet? I’ve been coughed on and coughed on for months, coughed on by people who have died from it and still I keep testing negative?! Wtf? That’s gotta be a coding glitch?

A little chuckle from the rear right… Karen? What’s that funny phrase you come out with?

Dunno N? You’re gonna have to narrow that done…

That one you say… Oh… Wait… I know… Lockdown meltdown! Are you guys having a lockdown meltdown?

Laughter all round! Birthday Gal answers – Maybe? Maybe not… Maybe we got played into a new level…

We arrive… Nobody has noticed we’re 90 mins late…

So… That’s house sprites and time bending covered… What about The Curator Lobster?

TCL was met in mindscape. I didn’t know his name at the time. I’d laughed in surprise when Kate, my hypnotherapist had asked what gift I held in my right hand?

Hahahaha… A lobster? Hahaha what? A rock lobster? A mobster lobster? Wtf?

Put him down… See what he does…

I watched him… Hmmm… What? A gardener? Is he snipping things… Editing and cutting away with his claws turned twin scythes? Hmmm… Digging… Burying… Hiding stuff? Finding stuff? Moving stuff?

Driving home today suddenly I know his name and game… My subconscious is not fucking me over… My subconscious has The Curator Lobster as insurance against my foibles… He’s there hiding the distractions… Clearing the clutter from my work space, collecting useful tools I’ve forgotten about… He knows every nook and cranny of my mind museum and he knows how to curate the best displays and arrangements, exhibitions of works, how to get me to put them together to make sense… He’s my internal house sprite! Is he playing me or am I playing him? Not sure… But if the game to get the D. O. Done is won, then I’m not really sure that it matters either way…

You know… If I wasn’t such a fucking procrastinor, I’d never learn anything…

ImaginAction

In the process of breaking in the Discarded Oracle, I’ve been road testing ImaginAction. The spreads are not new to me, they’ve been around since 2012. I’ve tried several in the past but now they are handily neatly repackaged all in one place. A pdf beautiful banquet of 78 Art-Inspired Divination Spreads, alongside a nifty creation backstory (if divination is not your thing, then take a look anyway, it’s a story well worth the read) and a guide to How to use ImaginAction to get more actionable with your divination.

Available to download, over at Jordan’s Journey ~ Alchemy of Mystereum Tarot, ImaginAction, Astrology, Tarot, Art. Go check it out.

I won’t bore you with the details of my reading, other than to share something that made me smile… Mr Hoggard writes ‘You may find you are able to simply scry into the artwork’. I like this… I like this a lot… I look into the image and maybe I imagine it but I’m fairly sure diagonally scribed across the dark green band are the words ‘There are some’ 🙂

What do you see?

Don’t Fence Me In…

Welcome to the latest Tarot Blog Hop, wrangled by Joy Vernon. Now Joy always sets a tasty topic but this time she did leave me with enough rope to hang myself with several times over… or maybe it was that I signed up too early and was hoisted by my own petard… I’ve mentally written and deleted several posts. I forgot what most of them were but I know you came dangerously close to hearing tales of hedgehogs after I decided that I wouldn’t inflict you with my bridezilla horror story… Though PSA – (this is for UK) should you ever find yourself being booked for a tarot hen party, getting positive feedback from all guests and getting paid before you leave, only to get a phone call 2 days later from a hen who decided that actually, they would sooner have had a medium and who then turns on the tears trying for a refund… here’s some very useful info I got from the citizen’s advice bureau – firstly the issue has to be addressed on the day… then secondly here’s a point of law to keep up your Queen of Sword’s sleeve…
If you told them that their service was good enough when it was done, you don’t have the legal right to get it done again or get a discount.
Oh yeah… so what was that topic? Ok… sure I could go look again to see for certain but then I risk finding out that I’m not on topic with what I finally plumped for, so I’ll just grab the wild card and play that…
–Feel totally unfenced! You’re free to ride off into whatever open lands this topic spurs in you, just take your tarot cards along!
So… I finally decided what to write about as I was driving home from a May ball, watching the sun come up and cruising through the countryside roads with not another soul in sight at 4am… My radio long ago gave up the ghost and I found myself singing “Don’t fence me in…”
Initially rather than thinking about cards, I thought about Tarot as a whole and the freedom that comes with having the license to practice as you please… I thought about the different ways I like to work and I started to laugh as it occurred to me that I have 3 ways of working and they correspond pretty neatly with my birth court cards. Suddenly, I had my card to write about…

 

 

A Transparent Tarot trio

Then I also thought about a recent court that made its way into my presence…
The 4th Element in my Sealey Court and then a spread was born…
The top 3 cards are your 3 birth courts and 3 ways you currently use your tarot… My Virgo/Libra/Saggitarius combo throws up three cards, obviously some of you will have repeats in there, in which case switch the positions to something that works for you. For example, for the Sun position think about how your court card defines your purpose, for the Moon – how does your card inform your instincts and for the Ascendant – what is your public persona.
The card at the bottom – The Gift…
Yes, we may be born one way but that doesn’t mean that we stay fenced in there… For the Gift, shuffle up the rest of your court cards and pull one out to see what new ways of working are available to you…
So, I’m going to giddy up and gallop you through my cards as yet again I’m still up at 4.21am and the clock is ticking now to catch some zzzzzzs before the rest of the world wakes up…
Sun – Virgo – Knight of Pentacles
This relates to my community type work – the gigs for local charities, the bartering of services/skills with others. Also, the slow leisurely reads that dig deep and plod on until the answer is unearthed to be polished…
Moon – Libra – Queen of Swords
This I relate to email readings, carefully crafting precise sentences to convey in words what I see in pictures. Also, the slayer of BS be it bridezillas or whatev’…
Asc – Saggitarius – Knight of Wands
Now, this is the fun stuff! The wham! bam! thank you ma’am! whizz them through of fast and furious event readings. Also the part of me that quite enjoys getting home as the sun comes up and laughing at nosy neighbours who think I’m doing the walk of shame after a one night stand! 😀
The Gift – Page of Cups
This sits nicely with something that I’ve done for many years as play really but lately it’s something that I am shifting more time and attention towards… Rather than using Tarot, I tune in and draw pictures for people and then write up anything that comes to mind as I paint… Spirit art? Soul art? Divination doodles? Playing with crayons 😀
I’m going to leave that there and you can play around with the spread if you feel so inclined or you can jump through the hole in the fence to visit my neighbours…

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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Seriously?! THIS is my REAL job!! YES!! Seriously…

Anybody who has known me for any length of time, will at some point notice and mention that I get to meet more than my fair share of whack jobs… And on the whole, I’m mostly fine with that as I see it as something that goes with the territory… You deal with the general public and the general public consists of all sorts…

I guess every tarot reader gets asked enough times to make their eyes roll, what it is that they do for a living? I work events where most people who get a reading are doing something for the first time and I put this question down to either a touch of nerves or an effort at polite small talk akin to the hairdresser asking if you’ve booked a holiday yet. Sometimes, I smile and say – I do this, this is what I do 🙂 Other times, depending on the crowd and the mood, I may roll out an outrageous lie and see if I can get away with it… There was this one time when I managed to convince someone that I was a pro- arm wrestler and captain of the ladies UK team…

But I had an experience a few months back and you know what… even though it’s happened before, there’s a little part inside of you hoping that the last time was the last time and so you just don’t expect to yet again get asked that question by other business women who have approached you, claiming that they have researched you and claiming they want to discuss collaborating with you…

Out came those words…

What do you do for your real job?

Now apparently my face obviously never betrayed the slightest hint that leaked any clues to the massive f-bomb that had just exploded in my head…

THIS… THIS IS WHAT I DO…

Yes! But what’s your real job…? 

THIS… THIS… THIS…IS…MY…REAL…JOB…

By this point, my head is filling with the opening theme tune to The Muppets and I let a serene smile spread across my face and decide to settle in for the show and see where it goes… Yeah, yeah, yeah… a saner person would probably have made their excuses and walked out at that point… I have been blessed/cursed with a morbid curiousity… so I let them talk… I won’t go into the details of how utterly ludicrous their proposal was… but let’s just skip to the cherry on top…

Ok, so if the first question wasn’t bad enough, then get this…

Would you like some time to think about it, to go home and ask your Husband what you should do?

Bwhahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!

ASK MY HUSBAND?!!! WHAT THE HELL HAS IT GOT TO DO WITH HIM??

And with that, I decided the final curtain was down and I was off…

I didn’t dignify the question. Seriously, I don’t need to ask my husband permission for anything, nevermind if I should take a gig with someone who baulks at my fee and obviously thinks I’m going to arrive on a broomstick as the money on offer would barely cover petrol costs, never mind my time…

Depressingly, this isn’t the first time I’ve encountered this kind of thing and unfortunately, I fear it may not be the last…

But WTF? WT actual F? OK… I can excuse a chancer… this is business and people want to haggle…

BUT… this is 2018 and WOMEN and I am keeping the focus on women here as I have never to date encountered this nonsense from a man… WOMEN think it’s ok to ask other women what their real job is and then they think it’s ok to suggest that they get permission from the Hubby… FFS! I’m surprised they didn’t go for the hat trick and poke their noses into my childcare arrangements…

Well… just for the record, I did for my own amusement recount the ‘deal’ and ask my husband what he thought I should do…

His reply…

Ok… who are you? and what have you done with the real Karen?

What do you mean Mr S?

Well… the real Karen, would have nodded along, laughed like a drain, said yeah, I’ll be in touch then shredded and tossed their business card over her shoulder as she strolled away…

Ah… good old Mr S… he’s not business minded but he sure knows me 🙂

 

 

 

By the Power of Three…

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Welcome to the latest Tarot blog hop wrangle by Aisling the Bard

We are calling this Hop “Brighid’s Blue Moon”. This festival is a “trifecta”, a combination of three significant events on a single date. February 1st is “Imbolc”, meaning “In the Belly”, the festival dedicated to Brighid of the Three Fires, who brings life back to Land, Sea, and Sky after winter’s doldrums have passed. But on Imbolc Eve, the day before the festival, we will see a Full Moon, which is also a Blue Moon, the second Full Moon in a calendar month. Therefore, we are celebrating a “Solilune”, a combination of a Solar and Lunar Festival, and it’s dedicated to a Deity who Herself is represented in Her Celtic realm by three Elemental locations, Land, Sea, and Sky, and three characteristics of the Inner Flame, Poesy, Smithcraft, and Healing, as well as shedding her beneficent influence on three areas of human life, Body, Mind, and Spirit . This day also represents a Secret Gift of Spirit, the Blue Moon, representing those things that are rare and precious–after all, they only happen “Once in a Blue Moon”. 
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Somewhere around four years ago, a conversation with a colleague turned into the start of a new project, many lengthy conversations sat in fields and notebooks daubed with scribbles and free association ramblings that birthed into images for a potential oracle deck… The project has sat in stasis for the last 18months or so as life for each of us took its twists and turns… a project almost forgotten until a few weeks ago when it started to tug at my sleeve like an attention seeking toddler… so if you’ll indulge me, (and excuse the low res images) then I will use my as yet unnamed work in progress deck to travel through Aisling’s spread, as it is demanding to come back and draw breath in 2018…
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The Foundation for the Year to Come…
Moving from left to right…
The first image is one of the few that got named and is called Blindsight. The image reminded me of retinal scans and the patterns that you see when you scrunch your eyes up tight but also the way that sometimes even with your eyes closed, you can get a feelsense of what surrounds you. I showed this picture to someone recently and they spontaneously told me a story of when they had been driving in the middle of nowhere in the full darkness of night and their headlights failed… One of the passengers was blind and she guided them all back home, never missing a turn… So I guess the body is a miraculous thing and it will take you where you need to go, even if you cannot see the path ahead…
The second image brings to mind the Ace of Swords… here it feels to suggest cold sharp cutting and editing… I think that the benefit of having a project go into stasis (even though it feels woeful at the time) is that it gives an air of detachment so you can cull out the ideas that when fresh felt so precious but with new eyes later down the line well hmmm… that’s gotta die!!! Conversely, some things that felt a bit naff when fresh seem to find a new gravitas…
The third image… well that has very many W.I.P. names, all of which are inappropriate puns around cocks and roosters… but the overall gist of this image is to greet each new dawn with gusto!
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The Construction…
What is the energy of the new path that presents itself?
Oh super! A choppy voyage ahead! But what is life without a challenge? Again, I feel that this is about heading somewhere even if you don’t know what you’re heading into… what’s the quote? Prepare for the worst and hope for the best?
From what will I need protection on this journey?
This card has a working title of ‘Grit… Oyster… Pearl’… oftentimes it’s beneficial to have negative motivators… those things that get under your skin and annoy you into action… Over the last year, I had a lousy time with a ‘piece of grit’ and it lead to a costly mistake… I tolerated a situation that I knew was crap thinking I could learn something from it… I guess I learned that sometimes you have to just walk away… So looking at the previous image… yup a choppy time ahead so I will have enough on my plate without having to deal with other people’s grit tossing… The Ace of Swordish above may help me to nip these things in the bud…
What energies of my own or of spirit will guide and protect me?
When I drew this image it seemed to appear from an unknown place… when I showed it to my colleague, she immediately recognised it as being from her dream from the night before… So energies from spirit… dreams and visions… Energies of my own, now when I look at this, I see a potter’s wheel… and I feel that the message is to centre myself correctly…
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The Surprise!
For this first card, I’m going to dip into my notes and share the poem? prose? that landed whilst I was working on the image…
It matters not what ye call me, I am Mercurial spirit and when I travel I travel beyond the speed of sound and leave your words floating in my wake
 I’ve been known by many names by men and Gods alike
 I sweep the skies
 I catch dreams lost into the ether and bring them back down to ground
Nudged towards their mortal keepers
 I keep the flight paths clear for Gods to move unhindered

The middle image… this is another imaged plucked out of my colleague’s mind, much to her amazement and delight… A surprise? No… not really… more a nod to the universal interconnectedness of all things and that nothing exists in isolation… With respect to completing our project…maybe the realisation that the destination we think we are looking for was already consolidated at the conception…
The final image… I am smiling as in the context of this spread, she does feel to bring Brighid’s blessings… but I’m going to dip back into my notebook…
A bard – moving people with the unseen but heard magical forces of her music…
And on a final note, the words that she then lead me to…

A kind of light spread out from her. And everything changed color. And the world opened out. And a day was good to awaken to. And there were no limits to anything. And the people of the world were good and handsome. And I was not afraid any more.”

― John Steinbeck, East of Eden

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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…

tbh chariot

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…
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A Golden Tarot Moment…

I think I was lucky enough that at a fairly early age, I recognised and embraced that I’d go through most of my life feeling like some kind of fraud… It’s that kind of lurking inner voice that hides in corners of the mind ready to shout boo! at any given moment… BOO!!! What are you doing here?!! You don’t belong here!! Mostly these days, I can tell it to STFU and it crawls back into its box… sometimes it’s a little harder to force the lid to stay down… A couple of weeks ago, I found myself on what felt like a very long car ride with an imaginary backseat driver quizzing me on my sanity…

Ok, ok… I guess I’m my own worst enemy and on this particular day, I had thrown myself out of my comfort zone a little further than intended… I do regularly challenge myself as there’s something about a surge of adrenalin that sharpens your focus and with the bulk of my work being event reading, you’re expected to bring a bit of a buzz… So… I’m on my way to the Ashmolean Museum and the brief I got was to dress suitably for a 17th Century theme. As it happens, I never got around to researching costumes and figured that my trusty pirate costume from eBay seems to with a few tweaks to chameleon itself in to most situations and besides if there were 17th Century re-enactments going on then as Mr S jokingly pointed out to me, there may be a good chance that I’d be burnt at the stake anyway by Puritans…

But by far my biggest stress, was that I’d decided that my usual gigging deck that I know inside out, back to front and upside down and which is now so battered that I can read more than few cards just from the dints on the backs… yeah… my go to trusty deck was going to be far too modern for this gig and I really should invest in something with a bit of history and so I plumped for The Golden Tarot – The Visconti-Sforza deck by Mary Pickard. Now I have read many times with pip decks but always at a leisurely pace and never at fast-paced, whizz ’em through frenzy and I’m driving along and berating myself that I’ve not had time to even skim through this deck yet and it’s been sat at the top of my to read pile for over a fortnight and I’m having a mini-meltdown along the lines of – what on earth possessed you?! And I was fully expecting to glitch on the pips and have my usual fluency fail but no, as it happens, it didn’t quite go that way…

Ok, so I didn’t get burnt at the stake but I did get some woman dressed as a respectable Puritan, trussed and stuffed in bodice and bonnet and layers and starchy cuffs, call me a slapper… But I digress… Ah… no the pips were fine, they glided and flew and unfurled sweet tales… It was the bloody courts that blew me… All those family portraits of androgenous strawberry blondes… I looked at the queue that snaked around me, filled with people from all four corners of the world, a bouquet of faces of all ages and backgrounds and I looked at these cards and thought – Jeez! You bloody rich, privileged, white folk all look the same…

 

 

They popped out far too many times for my liking as I had to double take each one and silently ask myself – who are you? Who am I looking at? And they would quickly step forward and tell me their name and then it happened… That awful moment when you realise that you are thinking out loud in front of a big crowd of people eavesdropping your every word… Hmmm… who are you? Are you the page? Are you the King? King? Page? Page? King? either, both or neither? I looked over at my Querent… Who are you? What’s your status? Or you a page or a King? A novice or an expert?

She gave me an exasperated look and she took a deep breath and birthed words that revealed her identity to me… I don’t know?! I mean, I know technically, I’m an expert but I always feel like I know nothing…

A-ha! A fellow sufferer of impostor syndrome…

I laughed a little inside and also quite loudly outside as I felt the card’s punchline land…

These cards read better than I ever imagined they would and I felt a deep feeling of contentment spread through me as I thought about how wonderfully relevant they still were in today’s world… 15th Century images celebrating a 17th Century gathering filled with 21st Century people. It felt like a convergent point of many lines across time and space… I’ve often said that tarot works because faces change but the stories stay the same. The Golden Tarot kind of flipped that for me as the faces stay the same and the stories change…

But my really sweet spot was that somewhere in me a big gush of falling in love occurred… I felt as though finally, I groked the beauty of a pip deck… All night, people asked to take photos of their readings and at one point someone asked me – what magic is this? How can you tell me all of that from just looking that those pictures, they just look like playing cards??

At that moment, I simply replied – that’s my job, it’s what I do… driving home and thinking more on it… ah yes… I know what that magic is… I see where this deck has the edge over my modern deck… With my modern deck… I narrate the story I see and the images are pretty blatant and anybody with one good eye can see what I see… With this pip deck… I narrate the story that they can’t see… the one that I see in my head…

Or maybe, just maybe, there’s no magic at all… Maybe it’s just that people never tire of a good yarn… especially when they get cast into the leading role… 🙂

My Spirit Guide is Out to Lunch…

Ok… so it goes with the territory that as a Tarot reader, you’re going to get asked a lot of questions… from the sublime to the ridiculous… surreal, irreverent, intrusive, curious… the whole gamut from α to Ω…

One that comes around on a fairly frequent basis is the inquiry into what my husband and kids think about what I do… and to be honest, the kids are mostly indifferent as they’ve all been raised in environments where cards are strewn willy-nilly and perched Jenga like in stacks on desks… I guess it’s kind of like asking the fish how he feels about being in the water… I guess the fish is more probable to ponder why you aren’t in the water…

Mr. S views my tarot in much the same way I view his musical ability… I learned to read music at the age of 6 and I’ve mostly lapsed these days but proficient with a bit of a focused practice on a few instruments… I never lay claim to being a musician as I don’t feel it in my blood in the same way that Mr. S dreams in soundscapes but I can follow enough theory and have a decent enough ear to be trusted to give feedback on compositions…

Mr. S supports my work in his own little ways that he knows will amuse me, such as leaving little gifts like this on my desk…

On many days, this provides me with much-needed comic relief… days such as today when I’m asked what opinions my spirit guide has about somebody else’s future…

And I think really? Really you want to talk to my spirit guide? What’s wrong with your spirit guide? Why aren’t you asking them?

So… I give my S.G. a whistle and it goes something like this…

Me: Spirit Guide? What do make of this?

S.G.: What are you asking me for? Do your own work…

Me: Yeah… but…

S.G.: Yeah but what? Hey… is there any chance of you putting a bra on today before you leave the house?

Me: See… this is why I don’t talk to you… A useful spirit guide would go put the kettle on…

S.G.: A useful spirit guide would tell you to get off of your lazy ass and go do it yourself…

And so it continues back and forth until Mr. S walks in and says – Look you’re a bloody tarot reader, just read your cards and write what you see…

I wonder why these requests for consultations with spirit guides niggle me so much… and I guess it’s that I don’t like the way that people lose the grip on their own power…

My mind turns to an email that I received from a long-term regular…

What I am aware of is that for the most part I only ask for readings when I already know the answer. Sometimes I am genuinely stuck but usually I’m seeking reassurance. The fact that I’ve been considering asking you for a reading for 2 days is a sure sign I know what to do. Isn’t it? You are more than 50% (75%?) the reader people turn to when they already know the answer aren’t you? You just have a way of giving people the confidence to be brave and do what their gizzards tell them.

I think mostly my readings consist of telling people one way or another that it’s time to piss or get off of the pot…

I think that maybe that’s the only advice I ever get from my spirit guide… If you want something else then go ask your own… 😉