Tonight I got an interesting comment to my latest post on the other blog I write to, Frag/ments, where I muse about all sorts. Although the post references my life and time as a young student, Anonymous made the following statement, to which I then replied in a form that almost became a post in itself. I reproduce the conversation here, as some may find useful the magical advice that came out of it:
Q: –– ‘You know so much about magic and reading cards. sometimes I wish you’d spill the beans in a dumbed down manner so us not so smart folk can pick up that wisdom : P.’
A: –– ‘Ah, listen, you shouldn’t feel intimidated. If magic wants something from you, it will tell you. Try this: take a pack of cards with you to a quiet place in nature. Go to a nice tree at dusk, after the sunset. Sit by it. Tell it that you want to read the cards like a devil, or an angel, or a god. It’s up to you, really. But be honest about it. Whoever you imagine you want to read the cards like, be honest about hir name. State your purpose with an inflamed heart. Think of me, if you like. Then sit some more. Feel the warmth of the cards in your hands. How do your hands feel like? Are they transparent yet? Can you swear that your fingers know all the cards by heart? Good. Ask your question. Be honest about it. Ask what you really want to know, not what you think you should ask. Don’t be polite. Be violent in your question. The wind in the leaves can be gentle, so don’t worry about overdoing it. You do want to read the cards like a god, don’t you? Lay down three cards. Look at what’s on them. Don’t think. Not yet. Just look at the cards. You feel like stumbling. Remember you sit on top of old roots. They are not kidding about why they are there. Why should you? Look at the cards and let them formulate the logic of what you see. There will be logic, logic of the most solid kind. You get your answer. Say thank you for the wisdom and leave an offering. Walnuts is a good idea. They look like a brain. You will want to use yours. You will be ready for it. Good luck. Magic is no mystery. It’s just there. It will take you places higher than you imagine – if it wants to. And if not, you will still have read the cards like a god. Can you ask for more? You cannot. Live magically. It’s the only obligation. And then wait. The magic itself will revisit you. It will check on you. Show it your commitment. Do you even have a choice? Get real. What else is there? Conventions? Lord have mercy on our souls. Good luck.’
Q: –– So poetic and beautiful yet challenging in the eyes of someone who can just see Richard Dawkins and James Randi shaking their heads at the thought of it all. I’ve tried reading the cards and using your blog as a reference for magic for over a year now and I still cannot aced it. I cannot see spirits, pick up crystals and feel anything, understand Astrology, or anything of the sort. I stay away from the woo woo stuff but everything you write in Taroflexions is so honest and feels like reality. It’s far from what the New Age movement passes on it’s no where near woo woo. I wish to pick up a deck of cards and read like a devil, I wish to wander in nature and connect spiritually as you do, I wish to bring home beautiful items from my adventures that I connect with and feel something magically. I just feel like I’m missing something.
The above made me think about how we KNOW magic, just as I was arranging my newly acquired pumpkins. The cards on the table next to the tray said:
First we seek it, and then we have a few encounters. We get to move between the below and the above. The Devil spits his fire at us, and the Stars their light.
Perhaps the idea is to become skilled enough at reading the signs, as the Astronomer is here, so that we may move between the planes of perception without worrying about a thing.
Note on the deck:
Jacques Vieville (1650), reconstructed by Roxanne Flornoy.
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