To my knowledge, other than the small dog in Le Mat, the lion in La Force, the two canines in La Lune and the two horses in Le Chariot, there have been few attempts to rope the Tarot de Marseille animals into the narrative of a reading and give them a starring role. I was … Continue reading A Horse of a Different Color
I don't know about you but when I encounter a post more than three or four paragraphs long, I tend to glaze over before I get to the end and I often leave the page without finishing (unless it's something I want to keep for future reference, in which case I'll save the link for … Continue reading Nevermore?
Here is the reading I promised yesterday. The goal was to see which of the remaining Game of Thrones characters that amount to anything are still standing (and still human) at the end of the season. First I shuffled and dealt the ten tarot significator cards into a line (try shuffling ten cards sometime, it … Continue reading Game of Thrones: Who Makes It To The End?
A woman wants to know if her husband is cheating on her. A man wants to know if his wife is going to file for divorce. A businessman wants to know if a proposed investment would be a wise move. A high-school graduate wants to know whether it would be best to go to college … Continue reading “Yes, But . . . .” – A Cautious Take On Prediction
On dream analysis, that is. Last night I slept so soundly that I had an almost unbroken series of anxiety dreams, for no apparent reason. (The t-shirt lies!) These were so entertaining that I had to write them down and share them. First I was being pursued by a relentless but incompetent zombie who couldn't … Continue reading No Thanks, I’ll Pass
Imagine an unhinged Frank Sinatra crooning: Home, home of the strange Where the seer and the astrologue play Where seldom is heard a Discordian* word And the skrys are not cloudy all day. (Sorry about that, Dr. Higley. And yes, Sinatra did record Higley's original in 1946) I finally have my reading space and occult … Continue reading Home of the Strange
. . . but the curmudgeon is always in! I'm inclined to approach a tarot session as I would a surgical emergency room rather than as an updated 19th Century parlor pastime: "We're going to perform a little triage here, not just exchange polite pleasantries. It could get bloody!" But I'm suspicious that many newcomers … Continue reading The Doctor Is Out
Peter Gabriel said it best in his ironic song "Big Time:" I've been stretching my mouth To let those big words come right out I love word-craft and clever language, but sometimes that fascination can get the best of me. Those big words are my nemesis because they can spell death for any hope of creating good writing. … Continue reading Big Words
I admit to watching almost no television (in fact, nearly zero most of the time). I became offended by its growing insipidity (not to mention cultural and moral bankruptcy) back in the early '80s and pretty much weaned myself off it. The occasional HBO or Netflix fantasy series may still capture my attention (Game of Thrones, Westworld, … Continue reading A Guilty Pleasure
It never occurred to me that this 1974 hard-rock song from Robin Trower's Bridge of Sighs album, co-written and sung by the late, great James Dewar, most likely had its roots in the tarot; the timing was certainly right for a veiled New Age allusion. With lyrics that seem to play off the Fool's heedless … Continue reading The Fool and Me