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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?  |
| King of Coral My father was a water sign. Full fathom five my father lies his bones are made of coral. A cluster made of coral becomes a man. The corals spawn in unison by the flux of the August full moon. I can hear the King singing. full fathom five--from Shakespeare's The Tempest--Act ! Scene 2 Pholarchos Tarot--King of Corals---Listen for the watery songs |
| Mother Tree My doppelganger is a mother tree and a banyan most specifically. Supportive embrace of the wood wide web mycorrhizal fungi and all are fed. The Tree of Life is about belonging the nesting birds and the morning calling. Lichens writing missives in her soil cultivate magic instead of toil. Mother Tree is not a stable creature her cracks and crevices are my teacher. Her dreaming is aligning a new birth a world of rapture ,playfulness and mirth. So we must meet her here among her roots inside this house of worship seeking truth. Form: couplet sonnet Pholarchos Tarot--XX!--The World--Come out of the anthropocene and live! |
| Adulting Fully human rational, responsible adult I'm not there yet Form: Patina--created by a writing.com member--https://www.writing.com/main/redirect?htime=1682078767&hkey=f37a670ec42079223d36... Pholarchos Tarot---XX--Judgement--Deepen the dialogue, expand your conciousness |
| Mystical Stitches I took your baby blanket from the cedar chest And cut into six equal pieces. A piece for me, for you, your four children. I am binding the frayed edges With a blanket stitch In the center I embroidered A mystical sigil for protection. You can carry the frayed fabric In your pocket And always know I will always carry you in love. Pholarchos Tarot—19–the sun—find your essence and be true to it |
| Datura Datura petals spiral open to blossom in the night with an intensely floral transmission of honeysuckle and musk. animalic narcotic perfume. A flowery pheromone to float away on. Herbcrafter's Tarot--18--Datura--The Moon--awaken to night blooming magick |
| Haunted I am smoke haunted, the bitter, acrid scent of my mother's cigarettes wafts without warning and brings me to my knees. I do not pray at her long buried remains but honor just this a wisp of ash and nicotine. Even this makes numen. Pholarchos Tarot--XVII--The Star--Your love makes numen. |
| Gin This my drug of choice a very dry martini up, with more olives A martini glass in hand, I am a grand dame sip two, no lady Mind and tongue go numb chaos goddess emerging from stony moonshine A haiku chain for Haiku Poetry Day Pholarchos Tarot--XVII--The Tower--A new incarnation in your old body. |
| Sorry...not sorry I am writing to tell you that the new neighbors are a blessed miracle. They don't have a guru nor even a messiah it seems. I hope the hexes caused no permanent harm, especially the chicken feet one. Though, in my defense I only used plastic ones. The mini Marian shrine I made you for Christmas sits on my nightstand. I chant my Aves before sleep. Well, karma is a bitch, so peace, love, and good-bye. Pholarchos Tarot--XV--Devil--Learn to dance with your shadow. |
| Thrifty Witchery I didn't really need the "Thrifty Witchery" book. I already own a rusty, broken blade found in a car lot and an imperfect Tarot deck that shuffles just fine. My husband brings me street treasures and the grandkids painted stones. The sidewalks are full of oracles enough for my powdery manifestations. Pholarchos Tarot--XIV--Temperance---Let the red and white balloons call the gods. |
| Cronedom Emerentia great grandmother of Jesus lead me into my cronehood just now coming of age gargantuan with ancient sense Form: wayra Look up Emerentia in Wikipedia Pholarchos Tarot--13--Death--the pollen of a trillion flowers makes and unmakes you  |
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