It’s been a long time since I’ve picked up my tarot card deck, but I feel like they have something to tell me. That, and, let’s face it, divination is always a great skill to develop.
I’m doing two things with my tarot card deck this month (March), and I want you to know about them. First, I am offering tarot card readings for only $5 exclusively through Fiverr.com . All proceeds go to this site’s maintenance and development, so if you have some money to spare, be sure to check it out.
Second, I am developing a class on tarot cards. This class, when ready, will also debut through Fiverr. I’ve prepared the first section, a 10-minute audio podcast on seven different tarot card spreads as well as the basic structure for conducting a tarot card reading. The other planned sections are a section for each arcana, the meanings of each number / card identity, and some sample tarot readings.
Do you have any thoughts about the class or the readings? Any advice? I want to make tarot reachable for EVERY one. We all know my stance on the mystical, and how I’m not-so-secretly a Wiccan Atheist, but I think there’s value in tarot because it lends a meditative quality to everyday problems and also activates the creative centers of our brains.
Enjoy your Friday!
I woke up this morning because my cat kept jumping on me and I couldn’t take it anymore. You see, she likes things on a schedule and we feed her every morning between 5 and 7. It was right around seven and so I crawled out of bed to feed her and I saw these dark shadows on the floor. They happened to be dog poop.
There’s an important lesson to be had here, and the lesson is that sometimes, you wake up to find that a dog has literally shit on your floor and your morning. Now, luckily for me, I own a dog, so all in all, it wasn’t too out of the question to find some shit on the floor.
And in the end, yes. The shit is irritating. Annoying. But it’s not necessarily an inherent bad or evil thing. In the end, it’s just poop.
I guess my point is that we often spend a lot of time being angry at things like dog shit that just happen. There’s nothing you can do about them, yet you find yourself seething at the gods and universe for the shit on your floor.
Shit happens. Don’t blame the the universe. Just move on.
Keeper of wine and fruit and merriment
I call upon you, great god of mystery
To join us in our celebration
And bring us down your wisdom, joy, and love
So mote it be.
You who burst forth from your father’s skull
Mother of weaving and wisdom and war
I call to you now and invite you into our circle
And ask for the gift of your loving knowledge
So mote it be.
I’ve been reading the book, When God Talks Back by TM Luhrmann as of late. I’m not all the way through it, but what I’ve read is interesting. And fascinating.
The author spends a lot of time with evangelical Christians to study how they pray and communicate with God. What she finds is very similar to the relationships with the sacred described by other spiritual traditions. Through active prayer and meditation, these people enhance their mental imagery and feel a sense of peace and love and joy come over them, and sometimes experience (hallucinate) god as being real in physical form.
It reminds me of my conversion moment. I was a child, drifting to sleep, but still awake, when all of a sudden, I was overcome. I felt like I was being hugged by the best invisible force in the world. I was warm and cuddly and the happiest I had ever been. And I understood that sensation as the sacred power of the universe come to greet me.
Regardless of what you believe, those “conversion moments” can be powerful and drive you towards a blind faith. I would offer the following advice:
You can explore your mind, create a social connection with yourself, and still have divine experiences without attributing it to anything but your brain’s awesome power. That being said, gods and goddesses and even Jesus are a powerful construct designed to help your brain get there. So, if a part of you believes, let it go wild. Maybe you’ll feel as though you can “see the words [of prayer] written on their faces” or hear God’s voice behind you. As long as God isn’t telling you to hurt someone, you go on with your fine self!
Our coven actually had to reschedule due to a storm rolling in tonight, but I’m looking forward to celebrating a few weeks from now once we can all get together again.
I hope you had a wonderful Imbolc and lit a candle for Brigid, the eternal blacksmith. Brigid has always been a favorite of mine because she turns gender roles on their heads. As someone who views herself as sort of… genderfluid, it’s nice to get some support from the literature.
Genderfluid, by the way, is when you feel like you move easily between the two main genders. For me, that’s definitely the case. Sometimes, I am all woman, but other days, I dress, feel, and act like a man.
Ah well. Enjoy your weekend! Throw a snowball 😉