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Feb. 1, 2006 It's as good as it gets for a left coast gal in right winged country. I live in a village of old company houses near an abandoned old quarry. It is surrounded by woods and farmland. There are awesome places to hike. Sometimes during snow - it difficult to get out but most of the time it's a magnificent place to live. The local guys say this was the community where they would go to find women of easy virtue. They are certainly not knocking at my door. That suits me just fine. I follow the Left Coast tradition regarding the neighbors. I keep to myself . I don't know them well. I've declined a few offers to attend neighborhood beer bashes. It's no secret that I am a long term teetotaler and Twelve Stepper. Their lifestyle is their business but it's a conflict of interest with mine. Some know that I do Astrology for a living and read tarot cards on occasion. The neighborhood kids know my dog better than they do me. They will knock on the door and ask, "Can Ferlin come out to play?" His name was Duncan when I sprung him out of the doggie jail. Animals in my household usually have more theatrical names. Well........there is a character name Duncan in Macbeth. He was a King married to a contentious woman. I really didn't want to call my dog Duncan. I kept pondering on what to name this soon to be new member of my household. I thought about Spuds McKinsey. Years ago, I went to a State Fair with my two young boys. There was a giant helium filled Spuds McKinsey Balloon. My older son suggested that we pop him. The comment stuck me funny and made me laugh. My boys grew up in a 12 Step Household. Spuds is the mascot of some beer that won't be in our household.. Still, Spuds is cute, I am not going to hold it against him. I was taking my newly acquired dog for a walk in downtown Lewisburg. We were at the confederate grave yard. A lady admiring him asked me his name. I told her that I didn't know yet. He's recently rescued and I haven't decided yet. She noted his Husky heritage - and suggested Ferlin after the Country Singer - Ferlin Huskey. His last name's not Huskey - It's McKinsey. His old name of Duncan stays as his middle name. Ferlin Duncan McKinsey is a much loved member of my household. The neighborhood kids love him too. Last week, I was headed for the woods with Ferlin, when I was approached by one of the neighborhood little girls, "Are you a Witch?" she asked. "Why would you think that?" I answered her. "I just guessed it," she responded. I quickly changed the subject and headed off to the woods. I wasn't interested in getting into a theological discussion with the neighborhood kids. When I returned from the hike, I ran into a neighbor woman . She told me that she was having a rough time because her considerable younger live in boyfriend left and would I do a tarot card reading for her. I went to my house, made a cup of Java from the Expresso machine, grabbed my basket of cards and headed for her abode. Some folks have the conception that tarot card readings are - abracadabra - zippy zap - this is your future - these are your decisions - like it or not. Tarot card readings are a way to tap into God Given Intuition to gain insight and guidance about life's situations but ultimately we figure out our destiny and how to get there. When I entered her house, her daughter was sitting at the dining room table. There were two male guests wondering about in the house. One of them was cute. I pondered on if he was married or not. Nevertheless, I laid out the Voyager Cards on the dining room table. The girl picked up my Daughters of the Moon cards and started looking at them - It is not good etiquette to touch somebody else's cards without permission but this is a child. I would explain it to her later. There cards are about the empowerment of women. There may be a message in those cards that the girl needed to see. Suddenly, the woman requested that the girl go to her room with my cards. The cute male guest lit up a Wacky Weed joint... and they were passing it around. I immediately nixed any possibility of a love connection with that man, married or otherwise, no matter how cute he is. If folks want smoke wacky Weed, that is their business but I prefer not to be around it. Nevertheless, trying to read cards for this lady was totally counter-productive. After they finished the wacky Weed - they put what looked like powdered sugar on a mirror - I was thinking to myself - this is way over the top - How can I politely get the hell out of there. That kid is holding my Daughters of the Moon Cards hostage. After the trio got through snorting that stuff, they went into the woman's bedroom. The girl came out of her room with my cards and asked if I would do a card reading for her. Absolutely, I was more than happy to give a care reading for the girl. We put out the Daughters of the Moon cards. She discussed what she saw in the cards and listened to my input of the cards were saying. We talked about wisely choosing friends. Stick with the winners who are heading where you want to go. We talked about pending teenager years, Changes and emotions that don't make sense - and using creative ventures such as drawing as a positives outlet . She talked about taking Journalism in Junior High Next year. She wanted to Photography and eventually go to college to become a Veterinarian. Fine, Hun, I told her - Take pictures to pay your way through college. The woman kept yelling at me, "come join" them in the bedroom. I declined and continued talking to the girl.. We talked about how to create a positive reality by affirmations (positive self talk) and Visualizing - seeing the vision and reaching for it. The final card, the girl pulled was Temperance. Tears came to her eyes. "I wished my mother would have pulled that card," the girl softly said. "Actually, Hon - Your mother DID pull that card out of the Voyager Deck!" Keep the faith and it will happen. If you ever need a place to go, my dog Ferlin would welcome the company. Eventually the woman came out of the bedroom with the two men, I told her that I had charts to finish. I said Good Bye, came home, and cast a Horary Astrology Chart on the situation. The chart revealed that very dramatic changes will come raining down on that family. Stay out of it, live and let live. A few days later, I talked to my 12 Step Advisor who confirmed the same thing. Druggies are dangerous. Stay out of it. Pray for the girl.. If the woman wants to go into treatment. We can arrange it. We've done it for other. Otherwise, circumstances will forces changes in that family anyway. My 12 Step advisor guaranteed it. The man is consistently right. She invited me into her house for coffee and cards.. I'll not be reading cards for that woman anymore. At the very least, the woman was rude. ------------ About the author: Bonijean Isaacs is a freelance writer and Astrologer in West Virginia. Email: inez4liberty@gmail.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com. Please link to this article rather than copying and pasting it onto your site (which would be unauthorized and illegal). |
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