Illuminating

It's so late, but my mind is tick tick tick ticking. I should drink small, intense doses of caffeine more often, at night. But, for practicality's sake, it should not be a Sunday night...



I had a whole evening with friends, and the cards, tonight. It was an effervescent evening, good food, lots of laughs, and some amazing readings. I read for these folks, a lot. It's become just a normal event, every time we hang out, it gets conversation flowing, and helps us relate to each other better, on a friendship level. Of course, we learn a lot about each other, as well.



I've been reading for other people, in various ways, with different forms of divination, for years. To this day, (literally) I still have moments that shock and amaze me. We were playing sort of a game, with the cards, today "what question is in my head? Pull a card an answer it" I use that method for privacy, too. Tonight, it was more lighthearted. Suzanne asked me to draw a card, for a question she was holding in her mind. I shut out all the room-chatter, and formed a bridge from my third-eye chakra, to hers, it was so "there" I could almost see it as an indigo...er, haze, no that's not right, thread isn't quite right either. Bridge will have to do. An arc of violet-indigo-energy...anyway, I did that, then drew the card. I pulled the Hanged Man, and said "Wait. That's all I have to tell you, just wait around, and think on it."


Her question? "Should we get going, and let Lisa and Irv get some sleep?" We were all comfortable and cozy, great conversation, good food, and coffee...no one really wanted to budge. who cared that it was edging on midnight. It was cute, the card showed her that we really meant that, and weren't just being polite.


Usually, when I sit with a querant, I try to get our energies on the same page, swirling and harmonizing them. Sometimes, it's like trying to jockey a team of wild horses. Some people just bring all manner of zingy, all over the place, energy. I've never outright tried to hop over and bridge to them, I've never thought of it, never tried it. I can see that it might expose me to all manner of good or bad mojo. I can also see it being exceptionally draining, if done too often in a short time. I wouldn't try it with someone I didn't trust inherently, nor would I use it for much else besides reading for them. It does get me thinking about myriad possibilites, though.

Magical Catty

I am currently doing what I planned on doing. Cleaning out my Tarot chest, and organizing my burgeoning pile of decks, and bags, sorting my little white books, and just spending time with them. I am feeling better and more connected already. I had to abandon the pile, half done, to come talk about Harmony for a little bit, though. My thoroughly magical familiar, Harmony.

I went out on the porch for a few minutes, to talk to my son and one of the neighbor kids, leaving my Tarot chest open, and my decks strewed about the table. I was in the process of folding all my cloths, when I left the room. As I'm chatting with the neighbor kid, I hear Miss Harmony maowling piteously, her lonely "where did you go!?" mao. I came back inside, to find the chest closed tight, and her perched on the lid, like a gargoyle, looking at me with crazy eyes. I walked over to her, murmuring, calming her down, reassuring that I didn't really go anywhere, just outside for a minute, she calmed immediately, and jumped from the box, onto my shoulder. (This was cute when she was a baby, now it's 15 pounds of claws and ouch, but I indulge her).

I thought it was so charming, that she was guarding my stuff from God-knows-what, and worried about my disappearance, I came right over here to talk about it. She was curled around my neck for a minute, but now she's standing protectively on the back of my chair.

Harmony is my familiar. She came to me, despite the "no cat" and "no more pets" rules we had in place. She came to me a bit too young to be weaned, so I had to care for her, for a bit, and feed her cat food and kitty formula, till she got the hang of it. She rode around on my shoulder, or in my shirt, or draped across my neck for the duration of her kitten hood. She slept mixed in my pillows, or between my ankles. She even named herself. We had a two week long debate about her name, till one day, I was laying on my tummy on the bed, reading a Earth Air Fire & Water, by Scott Cunningham, looking something up, when she planted her kitten butt down on the page, and framed a word with her two front paws. "Harmony". I looked at her, and was like "really? That's what you want? Okay...." And it stuck.

She is not a nice cat. She is not a cuddly-wuddly docile pet kitty. She is a bi-polar diva, who will lay around all sweet and alluring, till someone stoops to scratch her exposed white belly...then WHAM claws and teeth. She needs to be near people, she wants you, she wants your adoration, and attention. On her terms. Only. She keeps the other pets in check, and mannerly, even if she isn't very mannerly herself.

Most importantly, she is ALWAYS involved in my ritual work, unless it's outside. She helps me choose components, do readings, cast circles, walk in other planes, write spells, and so on. She has a very keen sense of mojo. When I do "high" readings, for myself, when I cleanse the space, and go there, oftentimes, she comes with me. She perches protectively at the corner of the table, and sits patiently. She is very keyed into my energy, her antics often reflect my own feelings, so when she bites a hole in someones hand, usually it's because Mama isn't happy.

I couldn't ask for a better familiar. She's like the feline extension of my soul.

Cinquain

I just discovered Cinquain poetry! This is going to be great. Like Haiku, only...I don't know, it speaks to me, more. It's less rigid.