Wheel of Fortune

January 1, 2022

January 1, 2022


I have used all the old magicks I know to usher in 2022.

Opened the doors and windows at midnight.

Banged the pots and pans.

Made a lemon pig, well an orange pig, didn't have a lemon. The Great Mother won't care.

Salt in my shoes, shoes on doorstep, one pointing out, the either pointing in.

Coins on the windowsill.

Say rabbit, rabbit on Facebook and post one of a thousand saved rabbit pictures.

May it be enough.

My rosary novena for the next 54 days is to awaken, expand, and perfect my Reiki practice. This is not an entirely selfish petition as I have many to pray for.

Today we will eat pork and saurkraut for luck, greens for prosperity.

I pull the Death card from the Pholarchos Tarot. The pollen of a trillion flowers makes and unmakes me. I will keep my wits about me as I harvest metamorphosis.

I admit that my darling oldest grandson is a drug addict.

May my year of magickal thinking be enough.

I pull the Death card from Pholarchos Tarot this morning.