wyld_dandelyon | A Full Moon Card Draw

With the current state of politics, I'm feeling more need for insight and inspiration than usual, and I'm thinking my friends might also be feeling the same. So I'm going to try to schedule card readings more often this year, hopefully at least once a month at either the full moon or then new (or possibly both).

It's a Full New Moon tonight, so I figure I'll offer to draw cards for a while. I am hoping to send some good energy out into the world, to spark some hope and creativity. You can ask about real life or a creative project, or even a game. I can draw a card for you to meditate on, to represent the Guide you need right now, or to get you unstuck. I can draw a card for a character or can draw a card or cards for you to use as writing or art prompts.

I hope you will stop by my garden. There's still some snow outside, so we'll pass through the frost-covered rose bushes and head inside. I have a little round glass table that's etched with a dragon design; we can sit there by candle light or turn the lava lamps on. You and I can share hot chocolate or tea and chat, and you can get a reading if you would like one. Both new friends and old are welcome.

For a day or two for free one card readings, you can pick from the Brian Froud's Faeries Oracle, my combined Susan Seddon Boulet Animal Spirits and Goddesses cards, or the Shapeshifter Tarot. You can ask a question, ask for a Guide, ask for inspiration, or you can just ask for a card. I don't need to know what your question is, but you are welcome to share it with me if you like.

The first card is free (though tips are always appreciated). Tips also let you ask me to use any of my other decks, to request a private reading, or to draw a clarifying card. If you want a longer reading, send a direct message so we can agree on the type of reading and rate.

Please consider dropping something in the guitar case below. Readings take time and energy, and even though the Milwaukee winter, like everything else, has been affected by global warming, winter heat is pricey and old houses always need repair somewhere or other.

Signal boosts are very much appreciated, and also earn you the right to ask for a clarifying card.

I understand all too well that when people don't have cash or spoons that is generally when they most need inspiration! Don't be afraid to ask for a card if you can't tip.

If you tip, it's helpful to me for you to mention it here so I can connect your paypal information with your request. Tips should be at least $1 (Paypal charges fees). If that doesn't work for you, drop me a message and we'll work something out.

I've written before about why I do readings and some of the decks I use here, feel free to hop over and check me out. I'll wait.

I will reply to all requests. In the highly unlikely event that the number of requests nears my limits, I'll close this card draw by adding a clear note at the top of the post rather than risk leaving anyone without a response. However, I intend to stay open at least through Saturday night, and longer for paid readings since, between the holidays and being in these days of low LJ usage, people may find the post late.

Thank you, and Blessed Be!

As always, these readings are for entertainment and inspiration only. See my "Dandelyon's Readings" page if you have questions.

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I would like a card please. Tip is sent. Going through a rough patch, back and forth from hospital due to partner's illness. A little round table by a winter garden with an afghan and hot chocolate is a delicious moment of peace.

No preference for deck.

By all means, come in, come in! It's hard when your partner's sick in so many ways, emotional and practical. I'll make the hot chocolate--I make it quite dark, but there's cream and sugar to add to make it as sweet as you like it. Maybe one of the cats will even come in for cuddles, though they are a little cautious with people they don't know.

There's no snow left on the pavement, but a little still lies in puddles and drifts around the rose bushes, and you can look out the window at the garden while I heat the milk. There are little tracks in it, cat and racoon, maybe even a spindly possum paw-print.

After a while, you realize he is sitting out there too, cross-legged, but upside down, sitting "on" the ceiling of the covered part of the porch. At first, you thought he was an abandoned nest, all twigs and dry leaves and fibers, but then he winked at you.

Not all wise men are shamans, and not all shamans are wise, but the Sage is both, seeing into this world and the others. His message is always about wisdom, patience, and hidden knowledge. With him showing up reversed, he is warning that there is some kind of blockage or imbalance--knowledge that could be known but which has not been shared with the people who need it, or perhaps an inability or unwillingness to apply skills or knowledge learned in one setting to a different one, where it is needed now. He also sometimes appears when someone is so certain that they know the answers already that they are not looking for more information.

He invites you to go outside, to walk in the garden, which suddenly has a gate between the roses to a quiet, snow-filled woods. You cannot see the parked cars or the city street any more. "You're welcome to come visit my garden or not, freely," he says in a low, melodious voice. "A different perspective can clear the mind, and I promise to have you back before the chocolate is done."

If you go, the woods are peaceful and beautiful, and you can talk things out with the Sage, get some insight on what's blocking or confusing you, and where to look to discover the things that you don't know yet. And true to his word, you and he are back on the porch, safely back in the mortal world, when I come back from the kitchen with hot chocolate and cookies. He looks hopefully at the mugs, and I head back into the kitchen for another one.

Thank you! I love dark chocolate so I think I'll take it as is. I'll have to gently nudge the cats in another direction though, as much as I love them, I'm allergic.

...He looked just like the Hanged Man when I first saw him sitting upside down like that. I think I will go join him indeed.

"It's beautiful out here. I've been thinking about what it might mean that knowledge is blocked. There's one very obvious answer: before I convinced my partner to go to the hospital, he had a bad pain in his leg that had been increasing slowly, but we had no idea what it was or how to help it. Now we've had the doctors' insight, and scans have been done, and the answer and treatment is clear. But that's already happened, and I don't know why your message would be for something in the past.

"It's true, I don't know where to look next. If there is a different perspective, I'm still firmly right side up."

I fall silent and look around through the icy trees.

Maybe the blocked knowledge is blocked by the medical emergency rather than about the medical emergency? It's certainly possible that dealing with the medical issues took you away from or has distracted you from some other important thing.

Oh, interesting. That's funny - I was expecting you would do a clarifying card and stay in the story space, but the direct point makes sense too.

Oh! Sure, I can do that. I have a pile of papers on my desk right now, going through stuff to shred stuff I don't need and make sure I entered necessary tax info and save stuff I do need in the right folders, but in a little while, when I'm in a better frame of mind to return to the story, I will do that. :-) You tipped, you're entitled to a clarifying card, and I am enjoying the story too.

The cats peer at you from the hallway and run off to do cat things. I let you know that the folded throws were washed recently and you're welcome to cover the couch if you would rather sit in a comfy spot instead of one of the wooden chairs. I understand allergies all too well, though one of my coping mechanisms, since all my friends have cats, is to have some too--for me, that works better than the shots.

You get settled to look out the window, but soon you head outside.

The Sage puts his hand on the ceiling, as if to steady himself, and unfolds downward, as graceful as any gymnast, dropping to the porch gently. It's unclear how he got up there, as there are no footprints in the snow until you and step on the porch, down the steps, and into the woods. Surely, he couldn't have been waiting since before the snow fell?

But then you remember that in the other world, there was no new snow. You're somewhere else now.

Snowflakes fall around you, dancing slowly in a slight breeze. The air is very clear and clean, and your lungs welcome it. A squirrel chatters above you, and the Sage reaches up, somehow not seeming to stretch, and places three nuts in the snow on the branch the squirrel is sitting on. You walk on.

A path appears before you, and you follow it into a clearing where She of the Cruach sits. Himself stands behind her. It is hard to see She at first; she is more glow than physical form. But as the snowflakes fall on her, and are caught in the warm energy without melting, you start to see a motherly figure and a compassionate smile. Himself has stars in his hair, or perhaps they are just extra-glowy snowflakes.

In his presence, you feel more yourself than you have in a while.

They don't tell me what they say to you, but I can tell you a little about them. She is about nurturing and healing, especially spiritual healing, and Himself speaks of protection, of deep and committed relationships, and of shamanism. My theory is that perhaps your partner needs some spiritual healing or shamanic experience in addition to the physical healing the doctors are providing. Or maybe you do--taking care of a sick partner and all of the other things you both normally handle together and separately takes a toll on a person.

After you talk with them, She offers you a crystal goblet, filled with clear water that's neither too cold nor too warm, and you drink, and then they are gone and you are standing in the wood with The Sage. There is no clearing or path, only snow falling. There are now a number of squirrels happily eating nuts in the trees around you.

He lets you wander in the wood as long as you want, talking or not as you choose, and leads you back to my porch. As promised, you are just opening the door and shaking the snow off your boots as I come back out of the kitchen, cats curling around my feet. The cats look up as you enter and they scatter, the long-haired Siamese darting upstairs and the black cat moving to peer at you cautiously from the library.

*smiles* I think they are right. Thank you.

You're welcome!

A Full Moon Card Draw

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