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The season of death, the veil is thin, and a tarot tribute

The Death card from the Mary-el Tarot by Marie White

The Death card from the Mary-el Tarot by Marie White

This is Scorpio season, the season of death, the season where the veil between this world and the next is the thinnest: it has also been a season for me and mine in which we’ve lost more loved ones than previous years.

This past Saturday, my coven celebrated Samhain, the Witches’ New Year, the sabbat made for honoring and revering and celebrating the dead, our ancestors both of blood and spirit that have crossed the Veil before us. For more information about how witches celebrate Samhain, Courtney Weber covers it here.

I’ve felt disconnected from this holiday in the past. While I’ve had family members that have died (my grandparents), and I’ve loved them, it was an obligation of love: of course I love(d) my grandparents! But I never really knew them or had much interaction with them because they lived in England. We would go to visit them every few years, but it was not the same as the relationships I saw between my friends and their grandparents, or even my now-husband and his grandparents. The loss of them happened either when I was a baby, when I was around eight years old, and later on in my teens the last of them passed. I didn’t really KNOW know them as people.

But this Samhain was hard, not only with the first of my friends passing (I’ll get to that in a moment, which is what this post is mostly about), but with my uncle passing, my husband’s uncle passing, and his grandmother passing unexpectedly as well. It was all too much, and the Veil felt more inhabited on the other side than the living side this time. It felt… crowded. So many souls clamoring to be with the living, to communicate with them, to party with them. Maybe this is how most witches feel during Samhain, but for me it was a very new sensation to feel a familiar soul on the other side.

This year, I lost someone that I knew, that I considered a friend and a tarot colleague. A few years ago I met two lovely women that live in Westchester who are also tarot readers: one came to me as a client with a full-on “hey, I’m a reader, but you know how it is sometimes when you can’t read on a subject…” and one I met at Readers Studio (the tarot conference) only to find out I had worked the same PTA fundraiser with her 2 weeks before really “meeting” her.

Since then, we have all kept in touch, and a few times have gone out to eat together and talk shop, and refer each other to clients when we can and when it’s applicable. We affectionately call our little trio the “Three of Cups”…Continue Reading

The stories we tell ourselves and the power of denial

 Photo Credit: Hoodicoff via Compfight cc

Photo Credit: Hoodicoff via Compfight cc

The cards were out on the table, her friend was nodding assent in the background, urging me to go on: the writing was on the wall… to everyone BUT the client sitting in front of me.

Don’t get me wrong: I LOVED this client (still do!). I hated to see her in such pain. She’s a good person, believing that what you put out there you get back in return. But someone had taken her for granted, big time, and the only thing to do in the situation (at least according to the cards that were coming out) was to cut the cord.

My client shook her head. Made excuses. Made LOTS of excuses. Said she felt sorry for them and that she pitied them. Denied that this situation was affecting her life in a very heavy way, dragging her down to where even her joys felt weighted with the situation that she was avoiding dealing with and hoped would get better on its own.

I tried. I tried really hard, pulling card after card for clarification, not heeding my own lessons I’ve learned that tarot REALLY doesn’t like that when it’s already told you everything it knows and you don’t like the answers you’re seeing.

After awhile I said to her, “Listen, I know you don’t want to hear this….Continue Reading

Casting Love Spells: A Cautionary Tale

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Once upon a time, a young foolish teenager cast a spell.

She cast a spell at one of the many power sites in the world, where all the elements meet in one place. Air, water, fire, and earth … where the land meets the ocean. She found a pure white stone, and asked the Gods to bring to her a true love. She was tired of waiting, so she sought out a way to bring him to her. She held the stone in her left hand, and cast the love spell in the way that she was taught to cast it: without envisioning a specific person and without being unduly specific, because magic follows the path of least resistance, and magic often does not work in ways that humans understand or can anticipate. She held the stone firmly, and when she felt ready, she threw the stone out into the ocean, into the crest of a huge wave, and determined that the waves of the oceans constantly coming into shore would eventually bring love into her life.

It took three years and many relationships and coincidences for him to arrive.

How did she know that he was the one she asked the sea to bring to her?

His name means “from the sea.”

I wrote this little “fairy tale” story back in 2007, when I still was with the person in question whose name meant “from the sea.” Yes, that young foolish teenager that cast the love spell was me, and yes, the story above (though flowery in language) really happened. Why am I writing about it now? That spell taught me very valuable lessons in how spell-casting really works.Continue Reading

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