Cold Call: BELIEVE

Tonight’s Cold Call reading suggests that whoever it is, whatever promises are being made, you should pay attention. Your subconscious is screaming “YES!!! YES!!! YES!!!” and it might not be a bad idea to see what happens. Someone is ready to come clean, to start anew. Despite what you’ve experienced in the past (AND HOW MUCH IT’S F*CKING HURT), people can change, and once in a great while, they’re worth a second or third chance. Not very often. But this time, it could work. Keep your dreams realistic and take responsibility for your own happiness (whatever that means to you), but it’s okay to trust. 

Cold Call — Where Is the Thing?

Usually I use my tarot cards for these cold call readings, but tonight I was playing with astrology and got the urge to cast a horary chart for…someone.

A horary chart (from medieval Latin horarius, ‘hour’) is a divination tool that uses the positions of the planets at the moment a question is asked to show what the prevailing energy currents are like. Did I cast this chart for you?

WHERE IS THE THING??

(Click on the image to see the full chart.)

The Thing is in plain sight, but it’s not where you WANT it to be, is it?

You’re looking entirely in the wrong places. I get the impression that The Thing has to do with self-esteem, social standing, maybe even love–but is it love for others, or just a slightly desperate need to know that others love YOU? If so, temper your approach. *I* know and *you* know that you’re just trying to help, but you’re coming off as hyper-critical, aggressively nit-picky, and a general downer. They’re wondering what happened to that fun-loving side of you, the one who could share the spotlight and make everyone feel great.

Luckily, they know this side of you too, and they’re patient. Relax. You really are just as great as you want to be, and your friends know this. You could do with a little alone-time to ground and center yourself without being influenced by input from the crowd, but don’t sequester yourself for too long. They need you. They want you. You’re fine. This paranoia is unfounded. Give yourself a break and just let them know you love them–they’ll return the feeling. Accept it.

NO SPOONS LEFT TODAY

Bureaucracy is destroying us. How does anything ever get done? You know, I’m not much of an Ayn Rand fan, but I keep seeing that scene in Atlas Shrugged where the domino-effect of general incompetence ends up with the big shiny train coming to a screeching halt in the middle of nowhere and all the passengers just kind of wandering out to die in the wilderness.

Just a Passing Fracas

The other night I had a vision. On a whim, I asked to be shown how this world ends. Hey, I was feeling comfortably nihilistic, and who doesn’t succumb to a little morbid curiosity now and then?

I was expecting to see a burst of nuclear fire, a giant rock hurtling through space on a collision course with our doomed planet, maybe some giant tentacles flopping around from the murky depths. Something cool. Something so big and so far beyond the control of all us “little guys” that when the end comes, we wouldn’t have anything left to do but gape at it in horror.

That’s not what I saw.

What I saw was an immense throng of two-dimensional, minimalist human forms, like paper dolls. Hundreds of thousands of people crowded together on a great, vast, dusty plane. Some were colored bright red, others bright blue, all of them engaged in a terrible battle with each other. It didn’t seem to matter to them what color they were; every individual seemed to have pitted themselves against every other individual. Maybe there were two sides at one time, with alliances and coordinated efforts, but from where I was watching, it was just everyone for themselves against everyone else. Reds vs. blues. Blues vs. blues. Reds vs. reds.

They were all just SO MAD.

I watched the crowd moving en masse, creeping its slow way across the desert. And there, at the “end of the world,” I saw the cliff over which they were throwing each other.

SO desperately ANGRY, each one trying to pummel everyone around them and toss as many as over the edge as they could before they themselves got tossed.

There were some other people in the scene, too, though. They were of the same basic shape, but colored purple or gray. There weren’t very many of them. They all seemed to be by themselves floating above the chaos, a loose group composed of solitary units, watching the endless waves of frothing anger pass beneath toward the precipice of the falls. I felt as though the purples-and-grays were just biding their time, waiting for the dust to settle. They seemed to accept that this self-selective apocalypse was part of a naturally recurring pattern in their reality, Their world wasn’t ending; some parts of it were just purging themselves.

So–what, exactly, does it mean to be human, and what the fuck are we doing? Are we our own worst natural disaster, driving ourselves to extinction with anger and fear and the ego’s irresistible need to protect itself from any challenge, however small? The need to be RIGHT even when we’re wrong? Is there anything we coulda-shoulda-woulda be doing to change things, or is the craziness of our times just part of a greater order that knows how to take care of itself? If so, how many among us might be capable of patiently rising above, and once the excitement is over, resuming…whatever else there is to do and be?

Like many of my visions and dreams, this one gave me a few new metaphors to play with, but no clear answers.

Cold Call–Kick ’em to the Curb!

While waiting for the paint to dry on my latest art project, I got the distinct impression that someone out there needs a reading. Right now. In fact, it was one of my spirit guides, “Angus,” who stepped in and kept poking me until I got the cards out. My guides don’t usually use the cards (in fact, Angus kept bitching about the “new-fangled designs” on the Rider-Waite deck) but sometimes they do give us something to focus on during these impromptu channeling sessions.

Here’s the spread, and Angus’ interpretation.

“Oh. Oh, blooy hell, my dear. Your imagination and spirit transcends that of the company you keep. You must be your own champion. You MUST. There’s no getting around it, and I’m afraid this means you’ll have to leave someone behind. Break the established rules of the relationship, snap them right in twain, and bugger anyone who tries to hold you to their own out-dated standards and expectations. It might have worked for you once, but open your fekkin’ eyes, love, it’s done; it’s time to move on. Rip off the band-aid and get on with it. Do not–NOT–succumb to someone else’s ‘woe-is-me’, lest it become ‘woe-is-you.’ Aren’t you better than that? Stronger? You’ve got such vision, such spirit. Why in the world would you let them define or constrain what you’re about to become? Moody selfish bastards; you don’t need them. There’s naught wrong with bathing in the blood and tears of your captors, physical or spiritual.”

Angus isn’t known for pulling punches.

So What’s New with You?

[Obligatory statement about how long it’s been since I’ve posted, blah blah blah.]

Well, I’ve been busy. So much has happened over the past few months, and I’m in a totally different place than I was the last time we were catching up. I won’t bore you with the details–they’re no more or less than the ups and downs in a normal life. But today I found myself thinking about the chain of events that got me here, and it occurred to me that even though I’d been wishing for some of these changes for a long time, they didn’t happen until I was ready. A few (or a lot of) years sooner would have been way too soon, and I would have made a mess of things.

So today’s blog post is about patience. And never giving up. Not even after you get what you want. It’s not a race; there’s not a finish line, you don’t get to stop when things are particularly bad or good or when you achieve a goal. You keep going, because there’s always another level and more to be done.

Today’s blog post is also about my head exploding trying to wrangle all the site renovations and additions and more surprises that I’ve been working on in the background. Coming up in the next month or so, look for an expanded menu with new goodies and psychic reading styles (ready to meet my “spirit guides”? They can’t wait to chat with you!) and–are you ready for this?TOUR DATES!

I’ve joined up with the Vixens of Horror, a group of super-creative models and entertainers here in the Pacific Northwest. We’re drawn together by our love of magic and the macabre, and we’re getting ready to start traveling across the country to lots of cons and other events.

From the “Malice in Wonderland” project. Photography by Corvin Blacke of Mixed-Debris. (I’m the Jabberwocky over there on the right.)

Yes! I might be coming to your town this year! 

Stay tuned for more details! (Or just keep refreshing your FB feed.)

7/19 Cold Reading: BE CAREFUL, BIKERS!

I’m inspired to do a “Cold Call” reading tonight, but I’m bored with tarot cards. I’m going to draw some random goodies from my special mojo bag filled with Somniscript chips and other dream symbols that I’ve picked up along the way.
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That bicycle could be a metaphor: freedom and efficiency comes with a degree of vulnerability. I’m getting a strong feeling, though, that this is literal. I have a few friends who ride. I want you all to be very careful this week.

The symbol on the right represents the Law of Conservation of Energy. Sounds nice and “green,” doesn’t it? But it really refers to the tendency of the Universe to balance itself out, like water seeking its own level. Energy can’t be created or destroyed, but it does change form, all the time.

The middle symbol isn’t Somniscript, but the sigil of the planet Uranus: he rules chaos and transformation. Sometimes this works in our favor. Other times it can be pretty painful.

The symbol on the left is the doorway to new worlds. And in this case, I sense that this “new world” is going to require leaving the old one behind.

Seriously, cyclist friends, pay attention and watch your ass. Cars and buses ARE BIGGER THAN YOU and they can’t always see you zipping around. The life force is a form of energy. Please don’t let yours change form just yet.


“Somniscript” what…?

Earth-centric astrology has always seemed really confining to me. What about other-dimensional beings? What about someone born on another planet? What about everyone who just doesn’t feel that Earthling groove? These symbols came to me in a dream trance during the wide-open doorway of the New Moon on the darkest night of 2012 (when the world may or may not have been ending, remember that? Good times!). Whatever your center may be, it’s all about the cycles around you.

Stay tuned for more about Somniscript and how these dream symbols are used in charts and readings! I’ll have some free samples coming up later this week! (Or PM me for more info and a special pre-official-offer reading discount.)