I don’t know if it’s the Scorpion season flearing up something fierce within me, or the Fire Ant card turns out to be on f*cking point this month. But the last week I’ve been flying of the handle at numerous occations. Beware, Angry Fox at the keys!
This is getting personal pretty fast dearies, but I feel it is safe to share a little shake down of my family tree and a modest ritual.
With Samhain in sight and the veil between realms thinning I feel the pull of the unknown. I’m as down to Earth as they come, I love practical magic. And as spiritual as I am, the spirit realm is a place I haven’t hung out very much.
In my ever expanding exploration of the Tarot one thing has remained the same from the get go: I do not believe Tarot predicts the future.
It is such an alien concept to me that a couple of cards (with all due respect of course) would illustrate the roadmap of our lives. Set in stone, unchangeable.
The Lovers might bind you to a current boy- or girlfriend, the Three of Swords signifies your break-up. Damn, what would happen if The Hanged Man made his appearance, would you be stuck forever in this relationship?