Wicca stuff
I did a Tarot layout last night, Celtic Cross, which I sort of joint-interpreted with celeloriel and then shared with shoecollar. I was surprised at how clearly everything seemed to fall into the category of "Wow, this makes sense." And I feel, more and more, that the deck I've been using (the Arthurian Tarot by Caitlín & John Mattthews) is my deck. Besides the fact that I'm in love with the art, I'm starting to build my own ideas of card meanings--things that a card makes me think of above and beyond its actual base meaning, and I think that helped a lot in the process of interpreting things. I got a little bit of everything--Swords, Spears, several Grails, several Stones. No court cards except my significator (Spear Queen because we couldn't find anything that fit any better, though I'm also inclined toward Grail Maiden), but a few major arcana - Grail Hermit, Merlin, the Moon. Lots and lots of stuff that I relate to water and thus emotion, which makes some sense.
Heh I was thinking last night--the Rider-Waite deck is the first one I ever bought, junior year of high school. I bought it because it was the "traditional" one and hated it on sight once I opened up the box. So I stuck it away in a corner, and then that summer when I went to Cornell, I found the Arthurian one tucked away in a corner amid a case full of tumbled gems in this little New Age shop. I remember going with Liz Morris and thinking it was so cool, taking it home and just falling in love with it.
That, of course, led to some other memories of Cornell, which were rather clearer than I might have wished. I had a couple of vivid flashes of time spent with K (and some encounters I'd had with my roommate, who was a complete cunt.) At least the flashes were of good times, though, and I didn't have any nightmares, so I guess it all worked out.
Now I'm trying to figure out if the stuff piled up on my altar was preparation for a spell, or records thereof. I think it was just preparation, but I might be wrong. *sighs* No, wait, I think I remember doing that spell. Did I just not copy over my notes from scribble form to pretty recorded ritual?
Gah. *goes back to check LJ*
Heh I was thinking last night--the Rider-Waite deck is the first one I ever bought, junior year of high school. I bought it because it was the "traditional" one and hated it on sight once I opened up the box. So I stuck it away in a corner, and then that summer when I went to Cornell, I found the Arthurian one tucked away in a corner amid a case full of tumbled gems in this little New Age shop. I remember going with Liz Morris and thinking it was so cool, taking it home and just falling in love with it.
That, of course, led to some other memories of Cornell, which were rather clearer than I might have wished. I had a couple of vivid flashes of time spent with K (and some encounters I'd had with my roommate, who was a complete cunt.) At least the flashes were of good times, though, and I didn't have any nightmares, so I guess it all worked out.
Now I'm trying to figure out if the stuff piled up on my altar was preparation for a spell, or records thereof. I think it was just preparation, but I might be wrong. *sighs* No, wait, I think I remember doing that spell. Did I just not copy over my notes from scribble form to pretty recorded ritual?
Gah. *goes back to check LJ*