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Surety.

            We have much to chronicle here today, so let’s get started.  Beginning with the recognition of Carolyn’s special day.  This is the woman who gave birth to some of my absolutely favorite people.  When I married her son they all added me into the family as a bonus kid.  Happy Happy Birthday to my Mother-In-Law!  Hope it was lovingly festive and filled with joy.

             From our Special Occasion deck we have a super cool card, for our special and super cool day honoring our special and super cool Mom.

Dragonfly  ~  Illusion  ~

Like the Butterfly, Dragonfly embodies the regenerative powers of rebirth.

After mating, Dragonflies deposit their eggs in water, where they hatch and develop into ferocious aquatic larvae before transmuting into adult Dragonflies.  The Dragonfly emerges from a fully aquatic lifestyle to a creature capable of full aerial flight, no longer restricted to the confines of the pond or river into which it initially hatched.

Dragonfly experiences a symbolic death at the midpoint of its life.  After a period of obligatory dormancy the Dragonfly re-emerges as an apparently completely new creature, with deceptively iridescent wings that seem to glisten with the changing light – a transformation Dragonfly is yearning to see you make today.

As children we may be taught values and beliefs that are based on cultural or family tradition and morals that may be simply regarded as outdated in today’s society.  These illusions seem so real, though, that we accept them as our reality.

As we mature, these ways often contradict our self-discovered principles and we learn to adapt them accordingly.  However, depending on how deeply these beliefs are ingrained, sometimes we cannot shake them in order to make way for our own.  When this happens we find ourselves in turmoil because we feel as though we are dishonouring our culture or family by trying to follow our own truth.

If Dragonfly has darted into your cards today, you are being urged to break through self-endorsed limitations that hinder your development and growth.  Look at yourself and acknowledge the illusions you may have woven around yourself as a form of protection. 

Ask yourself if these illusions were put in place to prevent you from seeing a truth or to prevent others from seeing the real you.  Have you started believing in your own deception, in a falsity created originally to protect your sense of security or self-esteem?

Your view of the world may be restricted to your tainted perception of what is real and what is not and as a result, the view the rest of the world had of you may also be unfairly tainted.”

            Dragon Fly?!    Wow, the themes in my life are so obvious sometimes.  I love this one because I’ve been a very loud advocate of not doing what everyone else says you SHOULD do.  Great message.

            Next item on our agenda is a matter of opinions and safety.  We’ve had a bit of a discussion going on in yesterdays comments.  No, I do not wear a seat belt in cars.  I am short (they choke me), I voted no (when the option was on our ballot some years ago), and I feel it is my prerogative to make that decision.  (There is also a long story involved, similar to Judy’s, in that someone died, due specifically to not being able to escape because he was belted in.)

              I also do not wear a helmet when I ride the bike.  If I had a motorcycle I wouldn’t wear one for that either.  (Yes, I know what the law states, one of the reasons you don’t see me ON a motorcycle right now.  And won’t, until that law is rescinded.)

            No lecturing here please, I am 50 years old, and have seen all the pamphlets, watched all the films, know all the arguments.  This is a choice I make of my own free will.  Your care and concern for me, your outrage on my behalf, is very much appreciated, and I honor it.  However, at this point I won’t be changing.  Can’t say one way or another if I will change in the future, but for now, this is where I am.

          Yesterday, as I rode past the park where that dog water bowl is set out, I saw a group of kids.  Later, as I made the loop around the other side, I saw them again.  One little girl kind of called out to me as I rode by the second time, “we like your….uhh,” and she put her hand to her own hair, then waved it as though indicating MY hair and head, on which was a brightly colored new sports band (also big long story, but for another day). 

              Then she sort of stood there shocked, I could see her mind putting pieces together.  Her hand fell to her side as her brain dropped facts in to place, “you’re not wearing a ….” then she turned from looking at me, to face the direction where her mom was sitting on a bench, and screamed, indignantly outraged over my scofflaw attitude and reckless demeanor, “SHE’S NOT WEARING A HELMET!!!” 

              On that note (yes I pedaled away laughing, I know, I’m terrible and a really bad example to all impressionable children), look at these cranium covers we saw today.  Daniel and I went on a leisurely wander after we did some investigating, and walked past a cycling shop with this window display.  Too amusingly ironic.

               Here’s what we were checking out, the place I found yesterday when I picked up our lunch/dinner sammiches.  Yogurt eXtreme!  (Not sure if you are required to make the arm gestures, but I like to.)

             It’s a local company, with a very informative website here.  Read about it when you get the chance, and if you are near any of their shops, go there.  I have to say though, I am so NOT a fan of all that vision-searing pink, but otherwise, totally delicious and very nicely run (we got ours To Go, not entirely due to the decorating choices).  Disclaimer:  I don’t love frozen yogurt.  I don’t MIND it, but it certainly ain’t ice cream or frosting.

              Knowing this about my own wee self elf, and my dessert ideals, I still recommend going if you can.  The selections are very good, and the toppings are much more varied than I thought they would be.   (Although, as I said, NOT ice cream nor frosting, so what is the point of the sauces and toppings?)   Also, Anna, the delightful young woman who Dan and I met, said she’d read the blog and put my card up on the wall.   (No joke, awesome employees!)

              My selections were Georgia Peach (which was outstanding), chocolate (to which I added maraschino cherries, because I adore them and there are NEVER enough offered when you eat out), and Praline (not grand, not bad, just not one I’ll get next time).  Bottom line, go there, support them, have a healthy treat, and tell them I sent you.

             Foreign license plate sighting du jour:  Florida.  Still oddly sparse around here for a college town well into the school year.  I don’t make this shit up ya know, simply report it.

            And finally, back to the costume of the weekend.  I have not  heard how the wedding went, but I did get to see Jade in person.  We took this shot with my phone because his father was talking on his phone to the birthday girl, and I was informed that we needed to send the picture immediately

              In the original view he appeared to be glowing.  (I’ll show you that one if anyone is interested.)  Now we await photographic evidence of/from his pal Whitney, and validation that there really WAS an event, for which he needed to purchase a new gun (and hat).

A Minor Retrograding.

            I finished my mother’s second baby doll face last night.           The one with the brown eyes this time.  As I said before, I really like this pattern.  Home-made dolls can be really cute or really NOT attractive.  The faces make such a difference. 

        The linen I used was a piece I found in a bag.  I would like it to have been less ….white.  But I used what I had on hand.

                            I’m supposed to be working on this.   

          It’s the unicorn freaking tapestry cross stitch project I promised Emma.  (I told this whole story some time back, there is no way I can find it right now.  Best of luck to you all googling around and  searching in the History Quilt.)  Instead, for right now anyway, I am going to do a more mind-less subversive thing.

          Remember when I told you about Holiday Market, and the item I couldn’t mention?  Well, it was something I thought I could do, but in view of our recent series of unfortunate events, and the current planetary conditions, it is abundantly clear that I shouldn’t even attempt anything that requires more than about seven brain cells.  The healing process continues.  But it’s slow.  Very slow.

         Our card today was a lovely distraction for me.  Goes along with my new mantra of “if I say I am better, then I am now all better.”  (Isn’t working as well with the Mercury situation, but I know that, at least, has an ending date.)  We have returned to Doreen’s Healing with the Fairies deck, and those are always entertaining and light.  (Also, ya know, healing!)

   “Raising Your Standards  ~

Don’t settle for less than your dreams.  Once you make the commitment to manifest an improved situation, the Universe will find a way to delivery it to you.

Deep down, you know what type of life you are meant to live.  By drawing this card, you are being reminded that you deserve, and can manifest, any situation you wish.  The fairies ask you to stop making negative affirmations based on scarcity thinking, such as ‘I can’t afford this’ or ‘I could never accomplish that.’  Instead, they ask you to raise your standards to the level that all children of the Gods deserve.

Write down a list of your heart’s desires, and review this list daily with a feeling of faith and gratitude, emotions that convert your wishes into reality.  Then, make a spiritual commitment to expect the best for yourself.  This commitment is your ‘sales order’ that creates miracles all around you.  As your dreams start to come true, be sure to graciously accept ‘good’ into your life.  Know that you deserve life’s richest rewards, we all do!

Affirmation:  I deserve and expect the very best in my life.  I hold high standards for myself and those I love.”

A personal request:  I am sort of flailing around right now for blog topics due to my current mental and emotional state (as mentioned above, and before, and before that, and, well you get it).  So if you guys have any witchy-type questions, or any family-related stories you want to hear about, please let me know.  Things having to do with talking to dead people?  Card or life theories?  Crafting thoughts?  Parenting or kid queries?  I’ll take anything at this point.  Thanks.

Card # 42, Only Two More Days, and Continuing Paganism

      Ally, our “mostly shamanistic” deputy reminded me, in yesterday’s comments section, about a funny story.  Daniel is as out of the broom closet as I am, wears his pentacle as a silver and onyx ring.  Other cops sometimes don’t understand an officer with different beliefs than their own.  One such guy spent an inordinate amount of time (years and years) being afraid to stand too close to us, ya know, when that lightening bolt struck, he didn’t want to catch any of the shrapnel.  At one point, he asked Dan, “so you guys believe in Pegasus-ism….” or something to that effect.  All we can do for folks like that is continue the eduction, and then, yes, laugh later.  (If you have been reading along for a while, you’ll recall that I made a reference to this exact guy a few weeks back, if not, I implore you to poke around in the archives and find it.  He saw my car, made a sneering “I smell something very bad” face, and then when he realized it was me had the terrified look of a cartoon character, bulging eyeballs, “O” shaped mouth, eyebrows leaving the top of his head, the entire deal.  Gawd I love days like that.)

    You’ve seen pictures of my ridiculous father now, and you’ve read about him showing up at the kitchen table, so it will come as no surprise when I tell you that he appeared at my garage door yesterday.  I had been vertical less than half an hour, and was in my outside office (yes, the garage, no, we don’t park cars in there, it’s all full).  I pull our card of the day earlier than I put it up here, read what the guidebook has to say, and write it up in my journal.  He came in and I offered him my chair (there is only one out there, I sat on the step to the house door).  He picked up the cards and started going through them.  Intentionally mispronouncing each one and lifting his reading glasses for a better view of the illustrations.  It was very amusing for us both.  He has pretty much accepted me as I am for my entire life.  I am the oldest kid and he has turned to me in some pretty tough times.  As a four-year old I was his buddy, and went for rides with him when he had his own erranding to do (gosh, wonder where I get it).  Because of him I drank at a frighteningly young age (also quit before I was 22), got tattoos, and smoked.  He was with me when I graduated from high school (my mother was with her dying mom), and he’s been my go-to guy, even after Dan took up the role.  Last night when I sat down here to write up our forty-first card I looked in the box and realized I only had two left.  WTF?!  Did my oh so smooth brain throw me a curve ball?  How had I miss counted?  So I shuffled about in the cards we had already done, they were all right side up (because Dad had righted all the Challengers), but one was facing the wrong way.  It had been stuck to the one under it.  If he hadn’t come by, and farted around with me first thing in my day, I wouldn’t have found the missing card.  See, once more, I need to be grateful.  Thank You, Universe, for giving me these moments with a father who is there for me, even when he doesn’t even know it.

    The Well Watcher ~ 7 ~ wisdom, power of the Divine (reversed).

       This Challenger comes to help us to be aware when we may be running out of steam.  Sometimes self-will alone is not enough to make things happen when we want them to.  This is a resting phase.  We are asked to remember the sacred, creative Source  of the water in the well.  Drink some, be still, and contemplate the true origin of power.  Take time to listen to the beautiful music playing through our lives right now.  We are not to struggle with what is before us, we are to observe now, and begin again later, refreshed.

   (This is a Universal Truth, when the going is difficult and you feel as though you are banging your head against the proverbial wall, it’s because it IS hard.  Don’t do it.  Go another direction, look for an easier route.  Life is not about the fight, it is about the learning and the love we share.)

   Think old sepia toned daguerreotype pictures for this one.  There is so much going on in this illustration, not only its color scheme but the depth of the images.  The Well is made of smooth stone or concrete, with sides that come up and a decorative rail almost all the way around it.  The Watcher stands just in front of it, with a light, almost white owl coming to rest on her/his shoulder (some of these folks are what we call “gender optional” -so I don’t want to commit, you need to look for yourself and decided who/what you see).  S/He is wearing a very dark tunic, with cream-colored full sleeves, a belt (possibly with a weapon hanging from it), leggings that match the almost black, brown top.  In the background is a gorgeous old wall or fence, with a tall gate just past the Well.  Behind that are trees and an ancient domicile.  The feeling is age and wisdom and knowledge here, soothingly worn and powerful.

Our 41st Card, and Words.

  Look what my wonderful and talented daughter did to the header!  Can you see the new wave?  Thank you so much Hurricane!!!  

I watched a very haggard woman today wrestle one of those rigid plastic kiddie pools into the backseat of her compact car.  That was not the most entertaining part, she was wearing sandals, with only one black sock.  I was so tempted to offer her aid, or babysitting, or an adult beverage.  She seemed to need…. something.

    I mentioned before how the word “witch” has always been something familiar and comfortable to me.  My belief is that I have worn this title before, in lives previous to this one.  It has never scared me nor had a negative connotation.  (What I have always been offended by is the unfair depiction of the green warty nose and bad teeth.  Now that just hurts.)  The word itself has been around an extremely long time, and it was not with the definition most folks think.  Originally it was a wise woman, the elder who was sought out for her herbal knowledge and healing remedies.  She was the keeper of the wisdom, she was occasionally also the local dowser.  Her reverence took a turn for the worst about the same time all women’s reputations lost footing.  (Keep in mind when you read the next part, I am not picking on anyone, re-read yesterday’s post if you feel bothered by this next statement.)  When men of the church, at that time, started to feel threatened by the fact that people were still seeking out the wise ones they had always turned to, they struck back.  (This was also about the time that bibles were being re-written, fact here kids, not crap I am just making up.)  These narrow-minded men were all about the negative spin, what with the way women could bleed and not die from it, this had to mean that there was something very wrong with that half of the population.  It’s a complicated history (not HER-story) and it took quite a while for those changed meanings to catch on.  But they did, the word, title, label, formerly esteemed heading, eventually came to be a scary and harmful term, generally and ignorantly applied.  Don’t forget that what we say has great strength, when we recover an orginal definition, and we use it in its proper form, we are returning that power to where it belongs.

   The Dream Walker ~ 8 ~ dreams, the collective good, illusions.

       Arriving as our Ally we are reminded that dreams really can and do come true.  We have the gift of playing an important and unique part in the Divine dreaming of the world.  We are accompanied so that we may move effortlessly through the illusions around us, observing the Truth and celebrating the waking dream of our lives that result.

    There is so much symbolism in this illustration.  The central figure stands atop a rock, with the ocean below and a glowing golden sky behind, soft clouds and the suggestion of stars in the distance.  S/He plays a flute, back turned to a white egret perched on another large stone, with a small dragon, tale aloft, just beyond.  There are a few leaves peeking in from the other side of the scene, the overall feel is gentle, and yet full of a quiet energy. 

Cloudburst Thursday.

 

The rain just chased me around as I went erranding along this afternoon.  I really hate to get wet like that.  But my car looks good in this weather.

 

     I had to leave it for an appointment with The Guys tomorrow.  Very low gas mileage and a continuing habit of intermittent dying.  Hopefully a quick tune up and the Wee Walnut will be back on track.

    That top picture is of our downtown fountain, the art work is of jumping fishes.  Just a few blocks from there is the new Voo Doo Donuts.  I keep forgetting we have one, until I drive by Ken Kesey Plaza and see a line of people standing around.  Then I go, “oh yeah…”

    I saw one license plate from Hawaii and one from Colorado.  (When I see those Hawaii plates I always think about how that person had to ship their car over on a container boat.)  Two from Washington and four from California.  I see those states nearly every day, but never that many at once.  Seemed excessive.

   Also, I got the hiccups.  It dawned on me that I had not had this particular affliction in something like two years.  I hate them about as much as I hate getting wet.  An inconvenience that serves no purpose.  Oh, and it’s Cher’s birthday today. 

    Earlier Empress said, “no Axel, every time I make eye contact with you it does not mean bring all of your nearly hundred pounds over here up close and try to get into my lap.“  A few minutes ago I looked over at him, and made eye contact.  Evidently, in Axel-speak, that is precisely what it means.

Hours later update.  (Yes I know, this is the problem with me posting early in the evening, I get more ideas the later it gets.)

So I just saw that a witch in Canada (Ontario, sorry Lynne) is doing a tarot tweet.  It caused me to think about this blog (and its occasional tediousness, see above post for a prime example).  I have written, some where, some place, for as long as I can remember.  In the past few decades it’s been in journals (they are stashed all over this house).  And then the Hurricane set me up here, so I could write out into the blog-o-sphere.  For the past five or more years I have done a Sunday card, for myself, and put it in the journals.  I have lots of decks, not all of them Tarot.  (I just checked the desk in the outside office, here’s a sampling: Archangels, Cheryl Richardson Self Care, Sylvia Browne Heart & Soul, Healing with the Fairies, Doreen Virtue’s Saints & Angels.)  So here’s my question du jour, would you all like to have a weekly card draw?  A mini-reading of some deck? Or just hear what my card is every Sunday? Other ideas?  (Since it appears that my “business” of reading for money is not exactly bursting to happen any time soon.  I may as well read for people who want to be read for.  And free is fine, I’m sure I’ll get it back later, in karma or something.)  Let me know.  Send JulieLand off to friends and fam, see if they are interested in any of this.