Tarot… Dealing With Right Tools…

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Respect The Tarot

Welcome to the latest Tarot Blog Hop wrangled by Morgan Drake Eckstein…

When it comes to respecting the Tarot, I must admit to generally erring into healthy disrespect with a side order of irreverence and for the sake of my sanity, I’m going swerve expanding any further on that as over the years I’ve had my fill of humourless nut jobs trying to set me straight…  When it comes to punters then trust me… I’ve met more than my fair share of loons… likewise decks with strange aversions to mixing with Joe Average… and the whole lot I mentally file under the following…

When it comes to actual ritual then I’ve never been hard and fast with that as I’ve often read on the hoof and I read in all manner of places so I figure it’s not a good idea to get too precious about my actual workspace… I can pull a good Diva impression when feeling impish and spriteful but on the whole being flexible gets the next booking… So… I didn’t really think I had a ritual but the ever observant Mr S pulled me up on that one… I was hand on door latch leaving for a gig when he called out to me…

Stop! You haven’t done your thing!

What thing? I asked…

That thing you always do before a gig… you know… where you walk around the room mumbling and grumbling about you’re not in the mood and then you chunter on about how this is going to be the day you finally get busted and that people will work out that you’re not a tarot reader at all… you’re just some woman who makes up stories…

OH! Yeah!! That ritual! YUP! I’m so going to get busted today!! My cover will be blown!!

So… I think on it a bit further and I guess I do have a few of my own rituals/quirks/gig survival tactics…

OK… so first off as already covered is the bumble bee waggle dance and jig of despair… which I guess is mostly about shaking my self out of my extreme introvert mode to ramping myself up to being on demand witty and charming and looking like an effortless extrovert…

Then there’s the important part… singing in the car… again, this gets me out of my rut and into my groove but also, more importantly, it warms up my voice… My voice is my money maker… I can wing it without cards… If needed I can chuck out some palmistry or even get folks to empty their pockets or handbags to do a reading…but if I lose my voice then I’m pretty much screwed… The main question I get asked is  – How the F*** do you manage to speak for so long?

The secret… vocal warm ups… plenty of water and always a sneaky stash of Vocal Zone lozenges in my bag just in case things feel a bit off…

Then of course… I wouldn’t be seen dead without my nails being done… That’s partly due to 12 years of nail inspection as a Croupier… There is ZERO tolerance on dirty nails!!! but mostly because I like the mindfulness of application and it puts me into work mode…

Then we have THE BAG!!

This comes gigging with me for several reasons…

  • Contains stash of bottled water and Vocal Zone lozenges 🙂
  • It amuses me beyond measure when I arrive and people assume I’m carrying an instrument and say – Oh! You must be with the band!
  • I’ve never lost my keys but I get constant anxiety that I will lose my car keys and get stranded… so my case has a handy combination lock on it so I can pack away my valuables without fretting that things may go AWOL whilst I’m busy…
  • I’m a short arse and often for some strange reason, I get to places and they’ve set me up with a really high bar stool… so I can use my case as a handy stool to keep my feet on and steady my balance…

The Crystal Ball!

Though it’s not a crystal ball at all… it’s part of a sound and light machine… Again it has multiple uses…

  • It’s a good weight so useful to keep my table cloth pinned to the table… whether outside in a breeze or when you get one of those people who can’t stand up without dragging your cloth with them…
  • It fascinates small children and I pass it over and ask them to have a good look inside and tell me what they can see but not to tell me until I’ve finished talking to their Mum/Dad
  • I’m a complete air head for remembering whether or not people have paid me… I know I should decide an order to do things but some people pay before and some want to pay after, so now I pin the cash under the ball and avoid the awkward few moments of trying to recall whether or not I’ve been paid… Then as the person leaves the table the cash gets put away ready to start afresh…

And last but not least…

 OMG!!!

Lo Scarabeo! Thank YOU! Thank YOU!!!

THANK YOU!!!

Best free gift EVER!!!

An endless supply of free widgets to fix wonky table legs!!!

There is nothing that annoys and irks my Virgo more than a table that refuses to sit still…

Yay!!! Wonky be gone!! 🙂

Right! Mrs Sealey has left the building…

Go visit my (hopefully) more stable mates…

🙂

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Magician’s Magical Manifestations…

I Magician (c) Jordan Hoggard 2010

I Magician
(c) Jordan Hoggard 2010

I like to hang out with the Magician… ha! or if I’m in crude mood with attitude… rock out with my cock out! 😀

It’s my birthcard or I may even claim it as my birth right…

I know as a small child, I was a willful sprite and I trusted all my wishes would be granted…

I started much mischief and mayhem by starting all my sentences with…

Hey… I’ve got a good idea!

Followed by a gleeful laugh as my sister followed me…

And it was always funny as a child that whenever I wanted or needed money…

It was almost as though it magically fell from the sky…

It would appear in front of me on my path and roll and find it’s way under my foot where I could pin it to pick it up…

In fact pretty much everything I dreamed up appeared around me…

I believed that I had the ear of the universe and that it had my back…

Now over the years… well you grow up and out 😀 and magic is more easily dismissed…

Though every so often I do blow a kiss…

A magical wish to the cosmos…

And if I have more serious matters to fix…

Then I do like that Magician up there and feel for my spell…

I have special words for special magic(ks)…

For when I want a direct line…

And I cannot tell you what I do…

As I have it on very good authority from a soulful soil brother…

That a spell spoken is a spell broken…

So… Instead I’ll tell you a fluffy bunny tale of mirthful magic that amuses me wildly 😀

So… a week or so ago, I found this knocking around the house…

Meet my funny bunny...

Meet my funny bunny…

I said to Mr S… you know what? I think that may come in useful… I’m going to put him over in my useful people corner until I work out why he’s here…

Mr S is used to such ramblings and indulges me with a knowing smile…

So… Saturday just gone, I had a reading gig lined up and I speed read so I like to get my motor and my mojo running before I go…

And I have very many ways of doing this but you don’t want to hear about my Bonnie Tyler impression that I do in front of a big fan so my hair blows wildly like some 80’s rock video… ooops… oh! my secret shame! 😀

Anyway… On Saturday… I spotted Bertie ( you know what, I didn’t actually know his name then, he just told me that he wants accrediting…)

So… I grab him and the hat and I start to laugh… LOUDLY!!!

Mr S says…. woman! what are you up to?

Bwhahahahahahaha!!!

I AM THE MASTER MAGICIAN

MISTRESS OF ALL THE COSMOS

THE UNIVERSE BENDS TO MY COMMAND

ANYTHING I WANT

I PULL IT OUTTA MY ASS

LIKE A WABBIT FWOM A HAT!!!!

BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

And I twist and twirl and spin and swirl and merry jig around the room…

And poor old long suffering Mr S says…. why don’t you just f@CK OFF work?!

Bwhahahahah!

POOF! I’M GONE!

some may say in more ways than one…

So… mid-afternoon and half way through my gig and I see something out the corner of my eye…

NO WAY…

notsofluffybunnyMan! These bunnies are getting bigger!!

And if you think that’s impressive…

Well…

You should’ve seen the size of the hat!

😀