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I pull a card...if it doesn't speak to me...perhaps it was meant for you? How to Read the Tarot Begin by brewing a cup of tea, a nervine, lemon balm or chamomile, this is after all, your future. A reading at the dark of the moon is best, before the night creatures crawl and bad humours fill the air. Pick a circular deck, with a fairy-tale motif, and no reversals. Hold a question in your heart, shuffle the cards and place them on the table. Choose only two. Like the ancient Israelites, these are your seer stones, Urim and Thumimm, black and white, yes or no. Isn't that all you were asking? |
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. |