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Second Update: I am now CLOSED to new requests (except from people who answered my poll about which day I should hold the draw). I'll finish drawing cards tomorrow. Also, I understand that Dragon Oak will be sponsored soon. Thank you, X.

First Update: I spent most of the day running anti-virus and anti-malware software on this which is currently my only internet-able computer. I think it's better now and will attempt to catch up on readings now. My apologies to everyone for the delay.

I meant to post this yesterday, to honor the desires of the people who voted in my poll, but was just too tired. But I'm better today, and the weekend is coming.  Next week, after job hunting, I'm going to focus on writing, submitting, and related tasks, since I'll be back on unemployment.

So--readings. Of course, the usual disclaimers apply -- a card reading can't substitute for professional advice. If you need a doctor or lawyer or financial planner, etc., that's not me. If I can provide some entertainment, or help you get in touch with your own higher power(s) or inner muse(s), on the other hand, I'm glad to be of service.  If you haven't visited before, I have a few more words about readings here.


I'm going to offer Torn World readings again. You can have a reading from the Kuleilyi Divination Disks, much as Rai-Kunabei might give if you were to get a reading from her.  An unexpected bonus--the Torn World Canon Board approved Kunabei's second story this week!  I've linked to the first Rai-Kunabei story, Dance to Fend Off the Sky in earlier readings; this is the first time I can link you to her second story, Roots of Insight.

For inspiration, guides, whimsy, and sheer beauty, Brian Froud's Fairies' Oracle.

And finally, the Shapeshifter Tarot, which also has awesome artwork.

Rules: Ask what you want to ask, the way you want to ask (within the limits of polite behavior, anyway). Let me know which deck you'd like me to use. My cards have always been respectful of the creative life; feel free to ask about creative projects, in or out of character.

You can ask for a reading at any time until there's a note at the top of this post indicating it's closed.  Exception--the three people who voted in my poll--if any of you catch this post late, you're welcome to request a reading if you haven't already done so.

Thank you in advance to anyone who tells your friends about the readings.

Tips: No payment is necessary, but this does take time and energy. Any tips will be gratefully appreciated and applied to living costs if needed, or to the "Get a Laptop that doesn't crash when it overheats" fund, which still has a long way to go. Also, if things get busy, I'll do readings for people who tip first.

Tip Incentives: All tippers will get a two or three card draw, depending on the deck you choose and your question.  (If you tip and ask for a guide, I'll draw your guide and then a card to give you insight into the challenge(s) you are facing.)

In addition, if tips reach $100, I'll draw one of the Kuleilyi disks and share it with you--the disk that shows up most often in readings, if there is one. If not, I'll do a poll and let you vote. 

If tips reach $200, I'll draw two disks, same rules as above.

If tips reach $300, I'll draw three disks and I will also post the current revised draft of the next story about Rai-Kunabei, called Dragon Oak, here.  I wrote the story during the last Muse Fusion, but it was not sponsored.  I will also make the story visible to the public when it gets published on the Torn World site.


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Mar. 25th, 2011 04:23 am (UTC)
May I have a reading from the Shapeshifter Tarot?

The question remains in my heart
Mar. 25th, 2011 05:53 am (UTC)
eriF fo 6 eht--egassaP
There is a conflagration at the heart of the issue, here represented by a woman morphing into a dragon, bright like the sun but spitting lightning. The main figure in the card is a bobcat, running across the roots of a sleeping tree, ears laid back.

My impression is that things are going too fast, and there is wisdom available that is being ignored. The roots are important, more important than the screams of dragon and cat, but they are silent, easy to pass over, unnoticed, while all the commotion is happening.
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Mar. 25th, 2011 04:27 am (UTC)
I'd like to get a reading from the Shapeshifter Tarot, if I may.

My question: Is this the right direction?
Mar. 25th, 2011 06:01 am (UTC)
Mother and daughter, both bear-women stand to greet you, flowers in the water over their feet and a rainbow in the sky beneath them. Something is topsy-turvy here, though things look peaceful and the day is fine.

Do you have accurate information about what is going on? That snake at your feet looks out of place.
Mar. 25th, 2011 04:31 am (UTC)
I'd like a Torn World reading, please. The Kuleilyi discs are what I'm being pointed at.
Mar. 26th, 2011 01:48 am (UTC)
It's a fine spring morning in the mountains. The air is crisp, but not dry--you can smell the melting snow in the air. All around, you hear the muffled sounds of people getting ready for the day behind the closed doors and windows of their homes.

Up on the mountain, some young person is herding a double-handful of goats upward in the early morning light. The boy--or girl--is waving a staff topped with bells, and you can hear the merry sound in the distance.

Outside the schoolhouse, early crocuses are blooming, doubtless the legacy of one of the Empire's teachers, since around other buildings there are only the more common yellow and white daffodils and blue and white jirridils.

In the center of town is the ancient oak tree where the bright ones of the Kuleilyi have been doing divination for generations. This morning, the only movement is a short teenage girl climbing the oak, her unruly brown curls catching on the bare twigs.

You walk up to the tree, watching as she swings herself through the branches more easily than you'd have guessed she could; she's obviously strong and well-coordinated, and either fearless or very well acquainted with the tree.

When she sees you, she blushes and sits on a branch. "Are you here for a reading?" She's not even out of breath. "I'm sorry--I thought everyone was still at breakfast. Everyone but me, anyway. Grandpa always gets me up before dawn, in case someone needs a reading before class starts." She swings herself down. "What am I saying? Nobody gets up so early if they don't have to take the goats out, unless they want a reading, or if they're really old and can't sleep through the night." She sits down and opens her bag.

"Ah, for you, the Meadow. This is the sheltering aspect of land, the place where it's safe to raise kids and teach children how to dance with the ball-whistles. It's a space to learn new things, or to relax on a warm summer day."

A woman rang a string of bells outside the school house, and doors open all over the village, disgorging children from first form up to teens like Kunabei.

Rai Kunabei sighs. "I could use a summer day in a meadow right now. But I don't get one--class is about to start, and it doesn't do for the Bright One to be late." She tucked the disk into the leather bag and stood. "Especially when I'm tutoring first form in reading. It was nice meeting you. Enjoy your meadow-time!"

And then she picked up the heavy leather bag like it weighed no more than a book or two, grabbed her staff with its prayer bells and odd, burnt sphere hanging from the top, and headed toward the tiny school, turning to flash you one final smile before disappearing inside.

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Mar. 25th, 2011 04:31 am (UTC)
I would very much appreciate a disc reading! Thank you. :)
Mar. 28th, 2011 05:11 am (UTC)
"Welcome back." Rai-Kunabei smiles at you. "Are you here for the rejoining day feast?"

You nod. "I must admit I'm curious what's served here--but I'm also curious to have a reading done. Is there time?"

She laughs. "There's lots of food; even if they were serving, we wouldn't miss anything. But the sun isn't overhead yet. All they're serving now is beans and squash and dandelion greens! I'm sure you'd rather wait just a bit, and get the good stuff--and even if you fancy dandelion greens, I don't!"

"You could feed them to Hat Trick."

She shakes her head, and her curls bounce. "She won't even eat them once she smells pies and cookies in the oven."

She leads you to one of the tables that have been dragged out from peoples houses and set up in the square, and sets the bag of disks down on it. It makes a solid thumping noise.

You look at it, imagining how heavy it must be. "Do you carry that thing everywhere you go?"

"Sure--I'm no old lady to make someone go retrieve it from the house if it's needed, after all. But here--let's get started." While you settle onto one of the chairs set by the table, she reaches inside and pulls out a disk with a beautiful, red and gold bird on it. "The phoenix is in the natural position, and it shows the nature of the challenge you face--somehow it makes sense that the challenging aspect of myths is at the center of your question. The phoenix dies and is reborn in fire. Handle it with care!"

She hands you the disk, which feels heavy and cold. Then she pulls out a disk showing a pair of ball whistles and sets it on the table. "The man-made aspect--the tools that you have to deal with things are represented by the ball whistles. The sheltering aspect of sound. Ball whistles can defeat even a wraith, if it comes to a fight, after all. But here, since you're not facing a wraith, I suspect the key thing is that the ball whistles are the sheltering aspect of sound. You have the skills to shelter the phoenix--or to shelter your dreams from the phoenix, whichever is needed."

As she talks, people start carrying pots, plates and bowls and setting them on tables. You hear her stomach grumble, and you guess she's like most young people on rejoining day, nibbling at only enough of the morning fare to satisfy the elders so they'll stop lecturing about the old days. Quickly, she pulls out the final disk, and laughs again. "You people!" She shakes her head. "Look at this, this is the second time one of you has books, the physical embodiment of learning and stories, as your abstract influence."

The old mayor stops by the table. "Rai, you should bless the food now, if you're finished."

She nods. "Put the disks back when you're finished looking at them, and then grab some food. If you have any questions, just meet me back here, and we can talk over lunch." And then she's slid out of her chair, grabbed up her bells, and is dancing around through the bustle of people, shaking her bells over each table, then dropping the staff off in its usual spot and grabbing up a plate.

You're a little slower, tucking the disks back away and standing up to get a plate of your own. But the food smells good, and there's definitely things you're curious to try.
Mar. 25th, 2011 04:44 am (UTC)
Hi! I would love a draw from whatever deck feels right to you. I don't really have a specific question, just a lot of muddledness and a bit of stagnation where stagnation has no business. I also left a tip.
Mar. 26th, 2011 03:17 am (UTC)
When you find Rai-Kunabei, the sun is high overhead. It's a fine, spring tenend day, small children are playing nearby, and older children can be seen in a nearby meadow, swinging wooden balls on leather straps from each hand. There are pockets of snow in the shadows of buildings and bushes, and the ground is wet nearly everywhere.

Under the bare branches of the old oak tree, however, the ground is dry. Rai-Kunabei is sitting on a cowhide, with another one spread underneath a man in a goatskin coat. She has several metal disks on the ground in front of her, and she gestures at the bright, enameled colors on the disks, saying something in a quiet voice. The man nods his greying head in time with her words, giving her respect you aren't used to seeing given to a teenager.

She gathers the disks into her hands, setting them back into their bag, and accepts the small jar he hands her. "That's fine silver enamel, Rai," he said, "I'm sure the smith can use it for one of your new disks."

"Thank you, Arlano. I will be pleased to have this enamel used in one of my disks."

He smiled, pleased, and hurried off, pausing to retrieve a staff topped with bells that was leaning against a nearby tree.

Rai-Kunabei turns to you next, and invites you to sit on the skin he vacated. "Welcome to Kuleilyi, traveler. Would you like a reading?"

You nod, hoping for some insight into what's going on in your life.

Seriously, she nods, then reaches inside, pulling out a heavy iron disk. She turns it over to reveal a white hillside, snow drifted deep around a heavily-laden evergreen tree.

"Water gives life, but it can also be dangerous. Here you have snow, all the force and generosity of water frozen, waiting for spring, making everything hard."

She reaches into the bag again and pulls out another iron disk. It shows a harp, and she smiles. "This is the human-made aspect of your question, the harp, which is the challenging aspect of sound. It could mean that someone is having difficulty speaking about whatever has things all frozen, or it could mean that the communication needed to clear things up requires skill and dedication, just as playing the harp does."

She then reached into the bag again, pulling out another iron disk. "And the abstract aspect is lightning--the dangerous aspect of sky, just as snow is the dangerous aspect of water. Perhaps someone is afraid of the results of speaking up, or of revealing something hidden. You will need to use all the skill you have to untangle whatever's going on, skills to calm whoever's afraid as well as skills to get things moving again."

She leaves the disks there for a few minutes, letting you look at the clevely worked images. "Good luck with it."

"Thank you." Your eyes fall on the bottle of enamel. "Do you--is it all right if you ask a question?"

"Of course." She looks at you, her hand hovering near the bag.

"Not of the disks--about them. The gentleman before me--he spoke of new disks?"

She smiles. "Oh, yes. These disks were made for my great grandmother, Rai Konalei. By tradition, a new set of disks is made for each new Rai. Here," she reaches into a pocket, and pulls out an iron disk covered in dark purple enamel, with clusters of silver stars. "This is my newest one--Constellations. It's the sheltering aspect of sky. Isn't it pretty?"

She lets you hold it for a minute. It's heavy in your hand, and you wonder how many of these disks she has in the bag, and how much the bag weighs. But there is an old woman waiting for a reading, so you hand the new disk back to her, and politely cede your seat.
Mar. 25th, 2011 04:50 am (UTC)
Oh, goodness. So many frustrations, so many things that need attention, but I am too tired to focus enough to choose one thing to ask about. I suspect I'm entering a period of growth and change, so perhaps some general guidance from the Shapeshifter Tarot would be appropriate (though I'm not familiar with that deck, so I'll defer to your judgment if you suggest one of the others instead--I like them both). I'll send along a tip.
Mar. 27th, 2011 12:37 am (UTC)
Transforming the Flow
In your past, I find the Goddess of Water, reversed. There's lots of little things floating in the water, but they're distractions, no matter how frustrating and annoying and necessary. The real problem is the flow of things, which is blocked or misdirected somehow, and has been for a while. The goddess depicted, a swan woman, has her head thrown back, and eyes closed to the darkness and the clutter of flowers around her alike.

In the present, is the serpent reversed. Another female figure. The rays of light coming from behind you reach upward, showing your desire to move on, you've started to open your eyes, but they're blocked. I think you're right that it's a time for renewal, a time to shed your old skin and emerge anew. When a snake sheds its skin, it is vulnerable, first because the old skin constricts it and obscures its vision, and then because the new skin is delicate.

The third card, the card of the future, shows another female figure, a joyous redhead/rearing unicorn. This is again a reversed card, the Warrior of Earth, but I get the feeling that it's because it's the vitality of the figure that matters here, and your dreams, rather than confrontation. I'd caution you against straightforward confrontation unless you're very certain it's your best option. Remember that tender new skin--you won't be in the best shape to play Xena.

Remember the things that bring you joy, and help you to have the energy to fix whatever's misdirected or blocked in the recent past, letting the energy flow in a healthier path. Let the waters feed the earth, so your projects can grow.
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Mar. 25th, 2011 09:15 am (UTC)
I'd like to hear what the Shapeshifter has to say about current relationships at home and work, please.
Mar. 27th, 2011 01:35 am (UTC)
A man and woman stand, their hooves on golden rune tiles which float in the vastness of space. Behind is a gate constructed of ancient marble. Which will you choose? The doorway? One of the runes? Spreading your wings and taking off into the sky?

The possibilities aren't endless, of course, and not all of the choices available are obvious. Still, it's a hopeful card, bright with opportunity and deep with mystery.
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Mar. 25th, 2011 11:03 am (UTC)
I would love a general reading, from the Fairies' Oracle, please. Thank you!!
Mar. 27th, 2011 04:00 am (UTC)
Wild Women and Sage
The situation you're in is represented by The Laume, who represents unconditional giving and unconditional receiving. If you're feeling stuck, then you need to open yourself to an exchange of energy. If things are flowing well...but I can't tell from this card if they are. Well, let's see the challenge you face.

Ah, your challenge is the Green Woman reversed. The green woman is energy of wild, natural growth, and this energy is being blocked somehow, which is causing twisted or stunted growth. When the appropriate path of the energy of one's power is blocked, we end up going down dead ends or wandering in circles, squandering the resources we need to accomplish our dreams.

Now--what's the best tool to set this right?

Ah, the Sage reversed. You need to look at the boundaries you have set or the boundaries that have been set for you. Perhaps you have learned things in one sphere of life that you need to apply to other areas. Or perhaps you are still following restrictions that kept you safe as a learner, apprentice, or child, but which are not only unnecessary but destructive to you now. Or perhaps someone else is setting limits that are not appropriate for you.

You can use your natural wisdom and the wisdom of the sage to untangle these things and to figure out how to keep healthy boundaries while exploring the wonderful, strange world that you exist in.

Edited at 2011-03-27 04:06 am (UTC)
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Mar. 25th, 2011 12:18 pm (UTC)
I would like a Torn World reading please ^_^ I don't have any particular question. What will be, will be! And the tip has been sent off into the internets!

Thank you :)
Mar. 27th, 2011 08:19 am (UTC)
When you arrive at the village, the space under the old oak tree is empty, and people are walking back and forth, chatting excitedly. You look around, hoping for some civilized signs, some clue where to find the shaman. You'd been assured she spent her tenend mornings at the oak tree, but no one is there.

You look around--she was described to you as young, barely adult, and short, with unruly, curly brown hair. But nearly everyone in sight is short and has curly brown hair. Nearly everyone is carrying a tall staff with bells--even the houses have bells tied to polls or hanging from sturdy ropes to ring in the wind.

The people wore bells on their clothing too--sometimes just a square bell from a necklace, or jingling with each step from their boots, but several women have metal cones like fringe hanging from their skirts or vests.

The resulting noise is strange, but pleasant.

You stand around for a while, and finally a woman in blue robes walks up to you. "Welcome citizen."

You realize this is the first person wearing student's or scientist's robes you've seen, and she must have caught your gaze.

"I'm the teacher sent up from Affabreidalam. Are you here to collect the Empire's license fees, or for a reading?"

"Um--a reading Do I look like a fee collector?"

She shrugs. "They look pretty much like anybody else. Come on into the schoolhouse and rest a bit. Rai-Kunabei will be finished blessing the new baby soon, and then she can give you your reading."

A little girl comes by, offering you and the teacher twists of bread filled with fruit before you even get to the schoolhouse. "Did you hear, teacher? I have a sister!"

"Congratulations, Rassa."

You add your congratulations too, and politely take a bite of the offered sweet, but the girl is running off with her basket before you quite get the words out of your mouth.

"Do they always hand out pastries when a baby is born?"

"Well, they always hand out something. The last baby was the granddaughter of the old smith, so we all got bells."
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Mar. 25th, 2011 04:40 pm (UTC)
Forgot to put my LJ handle on the tip, but the donation was from cimeara on dragonbear.

Guide or reading and any deck you wish, and you gave me a guide last October of Eagle. What was cracked before has now been jiggled and the pieces are ready to tumble down. Is there enough commitment to fix it? And meanwhile I'm also trying to find myself as an artist, ha. So, really, any insight from the universe is welcome.
Mar. 27th, 2011 08:50 am (UTC)
"Eagle is the distant aspect of our myths, here. Is it something similar in your land?" Rai-Kunabei looks up at you curiously. "But you can tell me about your land later, if you have time. For now, there's people waiting, so let us see what the disks have to tell you."

She reached into the leather bag by her knee, and pulls out a bright silver disk. The enamels on it are all in earth colors, showing a shaggy mountainside surrounding a dark cave. "Ah, the embodiment of natural space. Whatever situation you're dealing with, it has a clear location in space. I think soon you will be able to see if people are committed to fixing the problem. This disk could also reflect that you need to make space for your art."

"Next, the man-made aspect." She reaches again into the bag, and this time pulls out a bronze disk. "The muse--I think this definitely applies to your art, though inspiration can apply to all situations. The muse is the embodiment of abstract beginnings. Since this disk shows up in the technological spot in this reading, it means that you can find or create the inspiration you need, you don't have to wait around for it to find you."

She reaches in again, and pulls out another bronze disk, this one with an anvil depicted on it. "Ah, existence. The embodiment of a man-made middle. That time between creation and destruction. Whatever situation the Eagle is guiding you through may only exist in the abstract right now, but it is not yet gone. Can you inspire the other person or people to do what's necessary? Or is a better question, do you want to just hang in there, just existing?"

She looks at you. "There's so many questions, and the answers really need to come from within you."
Mar. 25th, 2011 04:51 pm (UTC)
If I could get a general reading from the Shapeshifter deck, that would be wonderful.

Lots of strange things afoot in my life these days.

Thank you so much (:
Mar. 27th, 2011 08:22 pm (UTC)
For you, I have drawn the seven of Earth, a joyous red-haired mare, running at the front of the herd through a field of red flowers, her mantle holding stars, mandalas, and apples. There's something going on that your human eyes are closed to, but your equine eyes watch comfortably.

I think you can trust your herd not only to follow you, but to support you as you face the landscape ahead, even through there are rocks to avoid or leap over. Your people and your dreams--but especially your people--will light the way through the darkness.
Mar. 25th, 2011 05:31 pm (UTC)
I would like a reading from the Shapeshifter Tarot. I don't have a specific question, though there are several bits of upheaval going on right now. A tip is making it's way to you. Thank you for your time and energy.
Mar. 27th, 2011 09:05 am (UTC)
Things are Coming Together
In your past is loneliness reversed. There's fog in the marshland, and you sleep, content, not so much lonely as resting in privacy and quiet. But the time to slumber in the roots is ending, the God of Fire is here, the wolfman who smiles at the vibrant white stag, flanked by dark and light birds. The energy for change is incredible and sudden. With fire, there's always danger, but here there is also a great deal of promise.

And in your near future, the lovers, green and gold birds dancing together under a tree that offers fruits to the embracing couple. This could be a literal physical romance or merely the joining of companions in a creative endeavor with much potential--though such a partnership is never properly called "mere". Things will get a little less strange and chaotic soon, but it will be a while until things really settle down.

Through all three cards, a tree with its many branches is a central image. Though some things are changing, others will remain constant, and you can use that to keep yourself focused and nourished.
Mar. 25th, 2011 06:08 pm (UTC)
I would love a career/work-related message from whatever deck seems to call to you with my request. Thanks so much for this!
Mar. 27th, 2011 09:24 pm (UTC)
Blessing Bells
After the shaman, a young woman of approximately 20 years, pushes an old goat away from her hair for the third time, one of the village children runs up to tow the goat off to one side, where he ties her to a sturdy tree and feeds her a carrot. Rai-Kunabei turns to you. "I'm sorry, but Hat Trick has gotten too old to go out to the high meadows, and she gets bored when I sit here all morning like this. But that's not your problem. Welcome to Kuleilyi, and let me see what the disks have to tell you.

The disk she pulls out shows bells tied to the top of a staff, much like the one that's propped up by the roots of the old oak tree she's sitting under. "Blessing bells--that's always a fortuitous reading. The blessing bells are the nurturing aspect of sound. You probably don't need advice, but if you do, I'd say this disk advises that you should use your words to increase that fortune, within the entire range of where they can be heard."
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Mar. 25th, 2011 06:15 pm (UTC)
If you have the time and energy, I'd like a Torn World reading.

Congratulations on the new canon story.
Mar. 27th, 2011 09:09 pm (UTC)
Mama Cougar
The meadow where you find the Rai is high above the village, though it nestles between cliffs and hills; she is sitting at a campfire, toasting some bread. She looks up at you and smiles. "Welcome."

You walk toward her, past the grazing goats. "I thought you were finished with goatherding?"

She nods. "My sister twisted her ankle, and it's nice, sometimes, to get away from all the people. I can, of course, just head up here on my own to meditate, but I prefer to be useful. But why don't you sit down and I'll see if I can give you some of the insight you're doubtless up here to find."

She doesn't reach into her bag right away. First, she tends the fire, and when the bread is nearly toasted, she drapes slices of cheese over the top, letting it melt into the bread a little. A bit of oil from the cheese drops onto a log, and sizzles in the fire.

She offers you a piece; it is only after she has finished her own and wiped off her fingers that she reaches for the bag.

She pulls out a stack of disks, all iron. The top one shows a clear blue sky, broken by a flash of light and a scorched ball whistle. "Oh, my--for your physical reading, you have the wraith! Just a minute here." She lifts her staff, making the bells ring out, and swings it overhead. With her other hand, she makes sure that her ball whistles are properly situated in her belt, ready to grab.

"What?" You look up, startled.

"Shh." Her face is intent; she wanders around waving the bells high over each goat and peering at the trees and rocks rising upward on all sides of the meadow. She raises her head and sniffs the air. Finally, she returns to the campfire and wedges the staff straight upright over your heads. "It is always wise, when that disk shows in the physical aspect, to check the real world. My great grandmother taught that the warning can be as simple as that. However, we do not appear to have a wraith nearby, so I would say that this applies to your own physical situation--your body, or the world around you. There is something causing all sorts of problems, likely something invisible, or at least easy to overlook. But you likely know about that. People usually are aware of their circumstabces, even if they don't want to recognize them. So the real question is what you can do about it."

She moves the wraith to one side to reveal dark clouds, rain, and lightning. "Ah--the tools you have to deal with this are represented by the storm. The power of water and wind and fire. In a personal sense, this could mean your passion, your anger, even your tears. Anger--anger is often called a bad emotion, but really it is the conviction that something is wrong and can be--indeed must be--changed. And anger brings with it energy to make changes, if that energy is used wisely."

She moves that disk aside, to reveal the final iron disk. "Mama Cougar--this is the abstract aspect that most influences things. Look how similar her claws are to the lightning on the other disk. You can take those tools you have, whatever tools are represented by the Storm, and you can lash out with them or you can use them to nurture your future."

She piles the disks again, the wraith on the bottom this time. "This is the image you should take with you, the key to finding your way when the world is challenging and scary."

Then she puts the disks back away and grabs a bucket to drown the fire. "Walk back down to the village with us--with me and the goats, that is. I don't often have the wraith disk show up, and up here in the mountains? Even if that disk is meaningful to you for your own life, I'll feel better once you and the goats are safely back down inside the village."
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Mar. 26th, 2011 01:46 am (UTC)
Hmm... Decisions, decisions.

May I have a card from the Shapeshifter deck? No question, just curious what the Universe has to say to me...
Mar. 27th, 2011 08:31 pm (UTC)
The Garden
For you, I draw the one of Earth, a bright card with flowers and tiny labyrinths. A butterfly fits low over the flowers almost as if scattering petals and seeds to the winds. above a sheltering bird watches over a woman and a man, pictured with their cat and snake familiars.

It's spring, you have plenty of time to plan the garden you need, though the days pass quickly. If you want to shape your garden (whether it be a garden of earth or of creativity or of people) you must take action soon, or the days will lengthen, the seeds that are already there will sprout, and things will grow.

There will be abundance either way, of one sort or another. (One year, my yard had an abundance of thistles, and I have yet to eradicate their descendants completely.)
Re: The Garden - ariestess - Mar. 30th, 2011 05:30 am (UTC) - Expand
Re: The Garden - wyld_dandelyon - Mar. 31st, 2011 08:12 am (UTC) - Expand
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