It’s a Wednesday ROW80 check-in day. Feels awkward to post yet another “Same Old, Same Old–some progress here and there, but not as much as I would like”, even if that basically sums up things; so let me give you a small visual of my world instead of dwelling on writing minutiae.
This is my office as of 1pm this afternoon. It’s hard to see details here, but perhaps you can imagine the sheer number of rocks and crystals on my desk, a copy of The Book of Thoth sitting near my computer, a monitor at the moment highlighting Facebook in the main browser tab–but there are also tabs for Eliphas Levi, Rosicrucianism, Hermeticism, Xerxes the I of Persia, Black Stone, and a number of religious, metaphysical and mystical elements open behind it.
I’m preparing for a psychic fair in April where I will be volunteering my services as a tarot reader and crystal worker, things I once practiced daily but allowed myself to drift from when I married my then very Christian boyfriend.
The reading won’t help me as much as re-immersion and practice, but it’s very centering. So many things in my daily affairs seem out of sorts lately that there is comfort in the rhythm of the words. And as with any rereading there are new things to be found, things that were misread, ignored or even willfully denied due to my personal maturity at the time.
I work mostly with a small card version of the Thoth deck designed by Crowley and Lady Harris; though I do have two other decks: a Cagliostro and a Hello Tarot (a handmade deck based on Hello Kitty–mine is about 17 years old now).
My tarot decks have all been gifts. There is something about metaphysical/magical work I’ve found true for me–it all must be a gift. If I buy something… it’s with the understanding that someday it’ll be given away. I have the right to use it until that day, but it isn’t mine.
The corollary of that is that if I see something I want or see something that calls to me–I cannot buy it for myself. I have tried the “giving myself a gift” thing, but in this sense, it is a trick only. Within days I’d lose the item, or I would find its proper owner.
The trick was on me.
Does anyone else here enjoy these “so-called” magical activities? What experiences have you had with your practices?
As always, feel free to share links and stories in the comments. I love to hear from you.