DivinationsReading the Tarot for myself, and sometimes for You (the Greater I of which you and I are part), has been a source of comfort and guidance for decades. I used my first deck for 20 years. It was the small round MotherPeace deck. Then The Gaian Tarot came magically into my hands. That story ("Death, Says My Tarot Deck), and others are on YouTube. Now, I use the Fool's Dog Tarot Sampler or Gaian Tarot app on my iPad. Some doubt the efficacy of electronic divination but it works for me. The way I see it, it's not the tool you use (some shaman kill chickens and read their entrails!) it's your connection with MOM that helps you see what's in the cards. Things are (getting?) wild out there, and guidance is good when things are hairy. Offered here are dreams and readings that I've done, along with some others'. |
Last night I asked my medallion, acting as a pendulum, were the meditations I was doing doing any good. Yes, I was told, and then my mother came in the room and asked me what I was doing, interrupting any follow-up questions. They hung there... This morning as I was waking, getting reacquainted with my body, I found a little rough spot between my eyes, above the bridge of my nose -- where the third eye is located -- and I remembered Asher Lyman's voice directing me there during the meditation I listened to last night. I smiled and smoothed the spot, pressing it gently... and I felt the vibration of a notification arriving on my phone resting on the table above my head! Oh, MOM, I'm so glad we've developed this relationship! The awareness I've come to, over the years of watching for synchronicities (MOM), has provided a "sense of something far more deeply implied", words originally penned by Wordsworth, then penciled by my grandfather and found by me years after his death on a scrap of paper tucked into a Book of Common Prayer. I thought they were his words and I saw him in a new way. I was so impressed I typed "his" words onto a beautiful piece of paper and framed it. When I found the original source of the words, it didn't change my perception of the grandfather we knew as "Chummy"; it changed my perception of Wordsworth! Click the picture to read the poem I'd never read in its entirety till now. Those words, pictured for you above, hang now in the room I sleep in when I visit my Mom almost every weekend. Evidence of and witness to new perceptions.
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