The cards are just so unbelievable sometimes…

English: Tarot cards. Français : Jeu de tarot....

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I’ve been using tarot cards for quite a while now, and I have become accustomed to using and interpreting them.  They give me an incredible insight into many different topics, and are about the only diving tool that I have any faith in at all.  Despite this comfort and familiarity with them, sometimes they just astound me in ways I never thought possible.

When I was asking the cards about the topics in my previous post, it said one of the most important things I could do lay in my continuing and increasing of my writings.  I know that many of you do not know me on a personal level, but the writings aren’t usually a big deal for me.  Unless it’s something strange, I can read it (or discover it) and that’s it, so the slowing of my writings have become no big deal in my mind.  I was just writing down information that I knew anyway.

At the recommendation of the cards I began writing many of the things I have learned in recent times down to see if I could draw any new connections within the information, which is one of the bonuses that I do get from writing.  I’ve been writing almost every evening for the past few weeks, just purging all of the recent information I have onto paper (yes, paper).

Then it hit me.  My memory started to wane.  My short-term memory has gone to complete garbage.  Earlier in the week I received a text that a friend was coming to get me, replied to him, and about a half-hour later someone in the office said that my friend had been waiting outside the office for quite a while.  I know it only takes him about 5 minutes to get here, but when I asked him why he didn’t tell me he was coming he looked really confused.  I had no recollection of having received the text, or having sent a reply at all.  Nothing.  If I didn’t see the reply on my own phone I would have thought he was kidding.  It turns out that this is not the only isolated incident.

All of a sudden this is becoming a severe problem.  My short-term memory has gone to crap and my mid-term memory seems to be slipping a bit.  I had a med tweak not too long ago, so I’m pretty sure it has to do with that.  My hands shake, I can’t stay awake at work, and now I have to write everything down or I’ll forget it in a matter of minutes.

This is exactly what the cards were talking about.  Some of the big-time information that I have learned was committed to paper, and when I look at them now, they are like someone else wrote them. Weeks of information and insight would have been lost, and possibly not recovered.  I may have to become one of those crazy guys that is always talking into a micro recorder.

I’m fairly confident that switching back to my old medication routine (or a completely different set) will set everything on a solid path, but acting on the information given to me by the cards saved me from some serious loss of my studies.  Many of these little revelations lead to big ones later, and to have lost them would have been a shame.

If you use the tarot, listen well.  They can tell you more than you think.

D.S.

The wonderful Christmas [tarot] cards…

What does a non-Christian do on Christmas Day? This year I ate Chinese food and read tarot cards. And not just any readings, these were readings for my Catholic brother-in-law.

He had never been exposed to the cards, or anything outside of a church for that matter, so this was quite a treat for both of us. It was a fairly tame reading; I let him ask the questions and steer the nature of the topics we explored. They were all fairly mundane and involved the usual questions about career, money, and love. That is, until my beautiful wife started yapping about what the cards could really do.

She told him about my previous dream reading that I did for her, and he wanted the same thing. And, in a similar manner to what my wife did, he refused to divulge any information to me whatsoever. The entire question was, “What was the meaning of the dream that I had last night? “ Well, shit. It’s nice to have a little bit of context in what you’re doing, as it makes it a hell of a lot easier to sift through all the possible meanings and come up with something concrete and relevant. But, just like my previous one, I had nothing at all to go on. I warned him that these kinds of readings can take me a while, so he sat patiently while I mulled over the cards and tried to come up with a stream of meaning in the seemingly random collection of cards that were laid out before me.

I finally gave him my interpretation of the cards and his eyes got wide, and he announced that I nailed it, and what I said made perfect sense; almost too much sense. But, I was left with a problem: unlike my wife, he wouldn’t divulge the dream. Apparently it was something very personal to him, and he didn’t want me to know what it was about in any way. And, unlike my wife’s reading, I was presented with meaning instead of content, so I still don’t have a good idea what the damn thing was about.

It’s not like his dream is any of my business, but finding out what it is helps me find out if there was any information that I missed or discarded as irrelevant that should have been included. There was one piece I left out of my wife’s reading (because it seemed to be just too bizarre to be correct) that turned out to be spot on, but I would not have learned that lesson without her divulging the information.

So, it was a good session. I got to open his eyes to a totally different world of possibilities, and he came away with information that he was desirous of and found very valuable. I would have preferred that additional chance to learn and grow after my mind-meltingly difficult dream reading, but it was worth doing just to show him that there are forces available to us that are well beyond what you can learn at church.

IO Chaos!

Followup to the unnamed blog post…

In a previous post about some communication I seem to be getting from elsewhere, Katie-Ellen Hazeldine asked:
What does your tarot say to you about this this experience? I’m not asking you to share here, especially if you sense a work in progress, just wondering if divination might help you unpack this perception.

That is a fine question, and now that I’m done moving and have all of my equipment setup again, I can spend the time to figure out the answer to that question. For some reason, I don’t remember to ask the cards about a lot of things. I have been very careful about not using them for silly matters, so sometimes I forget to use them for the information that they can provide best.
Here is what the cards say about the nature of the information that I am getting:
The information that I’m receiving is true. It’s some sort of force that is currently sleeping, waiting to put us all into servitude. The entity is the embodiment of hatred, wrath, war, and destruction, and seeks to force us all to conform to its will.It is an overwhelmingly powerful force that will come at a time of mankind’s greatest weakness. It will imprison us with its will, and we should be very, very afraid.

That should give the Illuminati/NWO theorists something to gnaw on for a bit.

For some reason I’m still a bit timid about putting what i have received so far on here. Why? I have no idea. There is just a little voice inside of me that says not to let the information out yet. The cards say that it is smart to not let the information out until the information is complete. They also say that I need a person whom I can trust to discuss the information with.
Hopefully I’ll have time for some much needed meditation tonight and I’ll see if I gain any insight into the information. Especially why I get this information while fully awake and doing random things. It’s not even communication during meditation or ritual, it’s intrusive and many times inconvenient.

I’m finally back…for the moment…

After a long couple of days traveling to Baltimore and back, I’m finally back at my desk. Sadly, I will be taking next week off to move, so the updates will be sparse, if they even happen at all. I’m hoping that I can get my office setup first so I can take a few minutes out of my day to post and keep up with things.

Not terribly much happened while I was gone. The two-hour time shift threw my system out of whack, especially with the long days involved, so I spent most of my free time writing notes about the conference and sleeping. The good news is that the last of my Sorcery Divination predictions were tested while I was gone, and they all happened exactly as planned. Instead of the slap-and-tickle stuff that so many people do, i decided to put forward some ‘yes or no’ predictions that couldn’t be swayed by interpretation. Things like: will this person be at the conference this year, etc… Thanks to my bound and enchanted tarot deck, I hit my predictions 100%. I told my wife all of the predictions before we left so she could keep me in check, and so there was no silliness involved in keeping score.

It really helps my faith in the cards to put them to the test every now and then. I know they can’t be 100% accurate because of the nature of how magick works, but it sure is nice to be able to knock one out of the park every now and then.

In unrelated news: My jinx still exists. I’ve been to dozens of Angels games and have never been to one where they have won. I saw the game at Camden on Saturday, and (sadly) I’m still at 100% with the bad luck. Oh well. A night at the park is still fun whether you win or lose.

The unnamed blog post…

I don’t know what the heck I should name this blog post. So, it shall be officially unnamed. That being said, let’s move on to more interesting business.

First, a little bit of housekeeping. I have family in town so that might make my posting schedule for the rest of the week a bit wonky. Secondly, I’m leaving for a business trip on Saturday, and I won’t return until very late on Tuesday. Expect no posts. Even Wednesday could be an issue because I will be out of my office for most of the day. So, don’t think I’ve given up on journaling my progress, the rest of my life will just pull me away for the majority of a week. The week after, I’m moving, so no guarantees as to the regularity or timing of posts either. Yeah…it could be a couple of weeks of silliness before things get back to a steady rhythm again.

In other news: I’m working on something kind of strange right now. Yes, strange even for me. I seem to be getting some messages from somewhere else. Where? I have no idea. Are they real? They might not be. I could be hallucinating, I could be having some residual effect from my dreams/meditation, or it’s a possibility that my mind is just being creative in ways that I’m not used to. Now that the skeptical part of me has flowed out of my system, there are other possibilities too. It could be a spirit, it could be divination, or it could be some psychic leakage from someone.

What I’m getting so far is a very dark message. It seems there is a force that thinks it is going to take control of the world, yet it knows of its own fall from power. It also seems to know where the cause of its fall from power will come from. How odd is that? It’s all a bit cryptic, so I don’t really understand everything. A lot of it seems to be metaphor, and those get a bit tricky to interpret. So, perhaps it’s just the ramblings of an unsuspecting madman, or perhaps its something more. Who knows? I figured that I would see how long this lasts, and collect what I can before I post it. I don’t see a point in putting it out there if I have to keep adding on to it constantly.

Meditation, visions, auras, and whiskey…

On the mundane front, it was quite a weekend.  Any time you work on an old house, never expect things to go as planned.  There are terrible things that can lurk behind 91 year old walls, and they all need to be fixed if they are to see the light of day again.

On the more esoteric side of things the weekend was also quite busy.  The most notable of these happenings was last night while I was wrapping up from my weekend.  I decided that I should do a little bit of meditation to help me unwind from so much work over the weekend, and to help me mentally shift gears back into my normal work mindset.  As I was a bit sore from the physicality of what I had been doing for three days, I decided that a bit of whiskey would hit the spot to help relax the muscles.

With all that in mind, I decided that I would use the whiskey as part of a small conjuration to promote healing and relaxation.  I filled my shot glass, lit my incense, fired up a candle, set my binaural beat, and off I went into meditation land.  Lately I have been starting my meditations with my eyes open, and I just let them naturally close as the relaxation hits them.  I have also been incorporating some visualization techniques to help me to focus my mind when it is darting in uncontrollable directions.

As I started to settle into my zone, as usual, my vision started to change.  It used to take a mind-aching act of will for me to see auras, but with the addition of Horus (my eagle fetish) I can see them much easier, and sometimes unintentionally.  In my limited experience, most inanimate objects have auras that range from white to black.  Plants, people, animals and other living things are the only ones that I have experienced that have any kind of colored aura.  Well, the exception to that comes from rocks and crystals.  I have no idea what is up with those things.  I have seen rocks and crystals that have nothing more than a simple white/grey/black aura, very thin, and I have see samples of the same kind of rock/crystal that have a distinct, stable color.  But, we’ll save that discussion for another day.

The first interesting part of last night came when I noticed that my candle had color in its aura.  It was still the usual, thin aura it normally has, but this time it had a distinctive green color in it.  As the eyes-open part of my meditation went forward, I thought I saw a swirl of red move across the face of the candle, but it was only fleeting and never returned.  The green was still there and very apparent.

The big deal isn’t so much that it was there, but why it was there.  There are a couple of explanations that I can think of right off the top of my head.  The first being that it has always been there, and the additional gift of vision provided to me by my fetish is letting me see things easier and more clearly.  The second explanation that I can come up with quickly is that the candle has been a part of so many conjurations and meditations that it has absorbed some of the energy.  If this second option is the case, what does that mean?  Does that mean that the candle is unintentionally enchanted?  Does it hold some sort of power that I don’t understand like certain crystals/rocks do?  At this point, I don’t know enough to answer any of those questions, let alone why it now has a colored aura.  Perhaps I need to have my fetishes and other items join me in my next round of meditation and see what they look like when my vision changes.  I think that will help me move towards an answer.

Somehow, that didn’t interrupt my meditation.  I quickly slipped further into my meditation.  My eyes slowly closed, and I started my visualization techniques to help corral my thoughts as I got into the deep, dark recesses of my own mind.  Part of my visualization technique is I go into my sacred place to relax and meditate within my meditation.  It may sound bizarre, but the technique works very well for me.  It is a much different technique than I used to use, but the old technique led me to astral projection more than true meditation, so it was been reserved for that specific purpose.  My current technique gets me into a very still state of mind, even if my thoughts are not entirely stopped.  It seems to take so much mental energy to create this multi-layered state that all I’m left with is a single voice with no background noise.  If that voice stops talking, there is nothing but silence.  These glimpses into the absence of thought are powerful.  They make the visualizations that you receive seem more powerful and realistic.  When you still the mind, all you can do is watch what’s happening, without judgement or consideration of any kind.  It just is.

During my meditation last night I did a tarot reading.  It may sound odd, but it’s a great way to receive communication from your subconscious.  You need to plan for it ahead of time, and it needs to happen when you are devoid of thought.  Yes, this is a part of the Conjuration Seven  – Shamanic Divination from the Liber KKK, and last night was kind of a trial run.  I had no specific question, I just wanted to see if it worked, and what kind of information came out of it.  I have not spent the time to really figure out what the four cards I pulled were trying to tell me, but that will give me something to do this evening.

The whole process may sound a bit convoluted, but it’s all techniques that I have figured out thanks to the help of my fetishes and my meditation enchantment.  I haven’t done a ton of research on the topic, but I haven’t found information on anything like it.  But, it works for me so I’m not going to complain.  The best part is you can also multitask.  The primary intention of the meditation and conjuration was actually to help my whiskey work as a muscle relaxant.  I can’t take any aspirin derivatives, Tylenol doesn’t do anything for me, and my work tests constantly for drugs so I couldn’t take any of the old Vicodin I have laying around.  On top of that, I have a medication that doesn’t allow me to drink any large quantities, or even very often.  So, one shot had to do it, and after all of that it really hit the spot.

It was a lot to have happen in a single evening session, but I think it’s a sign that all is going well.  After about six weeks in my training, I would expect things to be happening more than they did in the beginning.  It’s all just a part of the experience of learning and doing.

The most amazing Tarot reading I have ever done…

This weekend was full of all sorts of surprises.  Some of them were fairly mundane, like the huge sale I ran into at Fred Meyer that let me get twice the new furniture I was planning on for my new house, while still staying $400 under budget.  Other things were a lot more esoteric.

I have two tarot decks that I really like to use, both A. E. Waite decks.  I have always stuck with the Waite cards as I believe they are filled with so much intentional symbolism that they really help guide my readings.

Back in July, I decided that I would take the deck through the same ritual that I use to enchant an item.  So, I stated my intent for the enchantment of the deck, went through the candles, incense, and meditation portion of things, and did a little bit of blood work to finish it off.  The cards were now bound to me as a sacred object, and I set about using them with their newly imbued energy.

I noticed a difference in the cards right away.  I had never done much with this deck so I primarily relied on the other one for my big questions, as it just felt more broken in and accurate.  All of a sudden, my enchanted deck started putting out specific, relevant answers even better than my other deck had ever done.  I shared this information with my wife, and did some readings with her, and she was impressed with the quality of information I was getting out of them, even if she did remain skeptical of the Tarot as a whole.  But, the reading I did on Saturday night may have put a good portion of those doubts to rest.

On Saturday, my wife said she had a question for the cards, but she wanted to see what they said without telling me any information at all.  The question was about the relevance of a dream that she had on Friday night.  Having never done an entirely blind reading before, I was a bit nervous.  This would be a big moment for a couple of different reasons: my card reading abilities were going to be on full display and the credibility of my cards was going to be put to the test.  Even after being involved with the tarot for many years, I still ask myself whether I’m really reading the cards, or if I’m reading my knowledge of the situation, person, and personal views into the cards.

There was no chance for me to do anything but read the cards at their true meanings, and see how the relationships between the cards laid out in front of me.  As I started to lay out the cards, I instantly knew I was in trouble.  The cards decided not to show me the relevance of my wife’s dream, but to weave a story.  The only thing I could figure is that it was trying to tell me what her dream was about.  With six cards out, I decided to tell my wife about her dream.  I’m not talking about some vague generalization like so many people like to do with the cards, but a specific timeline about her dream, with details that I would have had no way of knowing about.

I insisted on having no feedback from her at all until I was done, and after I was done with the first six cards, I asked her if she needed more specific information about the relevance and resolution to the situation.  She said yes, so I laid out a few more cards and gave her the pertinent information.  After I was done giving her the information, I let her tell me about her dream, and the cards nailed it DEAD on.  Just in case someone thinks that most of these readings can be applied to anything, I’ll give you the gist of what I told her last night.

Your dream had to do with our relationship and marriage.  It looks like we start out very happy, as we are right now, but then a dark force enters the relationship.  With this guy involved [he’s a recurring character in our readings] it’s something paranormal.  He pushes us apart and causes us to end our marriage in some way, and you end up heavy into religion.

I’m not sure about you, but that doesn’t line up with a single dream that I’ve ever had.  During the reading, I also supplied a lot more information than I did in the brief synopsis above.  As it turns out, it nailed her dream spot on.  Her dream was that we were living in a house and we developed a ghost problem.  The ghost became a real issue in our lives, and I refused to move out of the house.  She ended up leaving me, and with nowhere to turn, she converted back to the Church for solace and answers.

I consider this to be a direct hit.  Obviously, the cards can’t sit down and write you out a verbatim story of what someone is about to say, but this type of accuracy is just stunning.  There is so much in the tarot that has nothing to do with her dream that I could have very easily had a total nonsense reading.  I’m hesitant to post exactly which cards I drew last night, as some people are very strict as to their interpretation of certain cards.  I’ tend to be the person that looks for connections between the cards that tell a story, and I also look for recurring themes that run through our readings, as they can cain really nail down the specifics that you may not otherwise be able to figure out.

Anyway, it was a fabulous weekend with the Tarot.  I’m glad I went through all of the bother to enchant my deck; it seems to have made a massive difference in the quality of information that the cards put out.  They really passed the test as put forward by someone else, and the lack of information combined with the amazing accuracy and clarity really help me know that I’m not reading the situation into the cards, I am reading the cards for what they are.