About that psychic....she wasn't tapping into your faith because you've already found yours. But for someone who is searching...I bet they signed right up for that feminine cleansing and the expensive workshop. I agree with you about that special level of hell. That psychic will be right there next to that preacher, if you ask me!
On to lighter notes...feminine cleansing does sound awfully gynecological!! I hope it's not done in a group setting. :)
I think this is my favorite entry of yours, ever, and I love that its title is "blah blah blah."
Also, I just (finally) bought Between and can't wait to read it next week on my va-ca-tion (*sing-song voice*)! Tra-LA!
Joshilyn, you might want to do an internet yellow pages search for Wiccan shops in your area. Hopefully, you'll get a "legitimate" shop that isn't a front for the mob or sex professionals. Usually, a Wiccan can either give you a good overview of Tarot or guide you to someone who can. (I know this because, many moons ago, I researched it for my world religion course. Very peaceful and earthy and woo-woo. My Southern Baptist mother about DIED when she found out.) Good luck on the search and I'll be praying for your immortal soul. With my mother. ;)
Let's not overlook the possibility that your Much Greater Rose Aura might be the COLOR rose, in which case of COURSE it's better on you! Especially with matching strappy sandals! And I'll bet you look better in rose than Scott!
I have no idea what the gerbil thing means, and I'm going to be checking back periodically to see if someone else does! All I could see was it had something to do with gerbil hair.
And regarding your faith, I figure you've accepted me, a non-Christian lesbian, joyfully into your pack, and that's gonna get you extra stars on the Other Side of life. Bright blessings on you, now and always, Peach!
You know... that's the thing. Yes, I know you said you didn't want to talk about it but...
I started reading cards when I was shit... 12, 13... and I've been reading them on and off for the years between. Once learned, it's ingrained.
However, once or twice it was suggested to me that I ought to charge and read for others. My response has always been, and I pray, will always be - NO. At this point the cards I use (the same deck all these years) are more about the pictures and the internal mental landscape of archetypes then about what the seven of cups means. The best readings I do are for friends - because I know them and what they want, or don't want to hear, and sometimes it's easier to blame it on the cards.
Personally I think anyone who takes to much stock in what a board or a deck of cards or what someone else says god told them about you - well.... they're no being responsible for their own life and faith. Which, yeah... lots of weird stuff going on there.
Which basically is my disclaimer that because I read cards, and yes, my mother was Wiccan, and probably would have worn bells on her toes if she could - I do not. It's just not for me. Heck, I even go to a real church on Sundays - not that most of the people in the pews believe in GOD - but it makes me a little bit more normal... maybe.
Ah, who knows... my momma was a witch. What do I know?
OMG- they all have gerbil pictures with their comments. I'm creeped out and don't even know what they all say, though my basic german helped some. WTF indeed.
(Oh, and not to ignore all the other stuff, but I think you made your point nicely and the rose is not as infested as you claim. Just sayin')
Oo, oo! Charles Baxter's [wonderful] The Feast of Love! Mrs. Manoogian! You've read everything, so you've probably read it, but if not, it's not just a terrific novel -- it's a terrific novel with a transvestite tarot reader in a terrible neighborhood who gives, accurately, "the magical mystery train-wreck of all readings." It's probably your DUTY to read it so as not to overlap, but it's the most pleasurable duty on the block. (And soap gets rid of aphids, so you don't have them. Not saying anything about blackspot, though.)
Well according to this site: http://www.translation-guide.com/free_online_translators.php?from=Swedish&to=English
the Swedish gerbil thing says "thus Remember gerbiler had demonstrated that them nots able genetics. Any more than self as gotten that colour on eye?"
And as I'm SURE that's a totally 100% ACCURATE translation, I'm definitely voting for "WTF."
I had a feeling the Tarot thing was for book research! :-) So ok, for what it's worth from someone who collects Tarot cards, and sometimes reads them (and I've been told I give some pretty good readings, FWIW), and creates Tarot-inspired collages and art quilts...I think the cards a tool - a way to focus and force yourself to look at situations and think of things in (perhaps) a different way than you might otherwise.
I don't think the cards themselves are good, or evil, or have any inherent power whatsoever. I think they're little pieces of cardboard with pictures printed on them. I also don't think a person needs psychic ability to work with them - even to give readings to others (although a healthy dose of intuition and some understanding of psychology certainly helps).
Damn, I wish you lived closer! I'd love to talk with you about this, but this is turning into a book again and I don't want to keep doing that in your comments. Anyway...I don't think someone who uses tarot cards and even is good at it is necessarily all WooWoo Psychic Hotline Chick. Some are. But a lot of times they're simply someone you'd see wandering the aisles at Kroger's or dropping their kids off at school and they'd look like they work at an insurance office or a book store....and maybe they do.
Also, I was nodding about what you said about what you share here vs. what you go through in life. I'm also one to keep things very light-hearted on my blog and get the feeling sometimes that people think that's absolutely all there is and I'm just a fluffy little pink bunny of a person. And that's not the case (although I can be!!) but I just don't fee like a public blog - searchable and readable by anyone, anytime - is the place to share my deepest secrets and soul-searchings. So...yeah...I hear ya!
Shutting up now... :-)
I'm not sure about the relationship rose, but they (BPI) do use the rose as a symbol of protection in the meditation classes. Protection in the sense that you visualize the rose between you and the stressors of life. Their meditation classes aren't cheap, but they teach good techniques, and they do not take themselves seriously. At least at the BPI I went to in Mountain View.
Also, I started one feminine cleansing class and was so freaked that, after about 20 minutes, I told them I had to leave to go shopping. Eeeek. It was the first thing that popped into my head. ;+))))
But I still use the meditation techniques, and they work really well for me.
Fascinating post. You sure said a lot, for saying you don't talk about "it." Thank you for the glimpse.
Oh, and can I do the requisite:
We're not all woowoo in the Bay Area!
(oh, the years I heard all about the fruits and nuts of California)
But, oh the woowoo we have is deep and determined.
Geez I love it when you go all BlahBlahBlah.
I would hope that most of your FTK regs know that the Joss you show us here is but a very small glimpse of the entire "you".
You are an incredible person, and it's such a blast to get this small little peek into your world. I totally agree with so much that you've said, and you've managed to say it so much better than I ever could.
I learned to read tarot in New Orleans while I was in college, by going every week to the same reader, in a fairly reliable shop. Then I bought a deck and worked on it and used books and read for myself for a really long time.
I've lost the habit now, but I use tarot.com occasionally, and I think it would help you, because it has the classic layouts and good enough interpretations of the cards. It will certainly give you a working vocab of tarot reading.
For me, tarot and astrology are a way to identify patterns in our lives and give a vocabulary to personality traits--like psychology, only older and better-established.
Okay, well I kind of suck at Tarot but I've been reading palms for years and years and I do not charge for my services EVER. And this really, really weirds people out. They, like, INSIST on giving me something, quite often. Which in turn weirds ME out.
The thing is, the more palms I read, the better I get at it. I learn something new with every reading. It would be like if you were a teacher and I were your student and I insisted on you PAYING ME for the privilege of giving me a TEST. You know? So I don't charge, because it feels weird and wrong, and some of the people I read for think that me not charging them is weird and wrong, and that's why I would be a TERRIBLE hooker.
But if you ever want/need to learn about palmistry, I can HOOK YOU UP. In fact, I have family in Fairhope (my BIL the biker psychologist, his lovely wife, and my adorable niece) so we could even do a roadtrip meetup at Julwins and talk palmistry and gorge ourselves on yummy fried things with GRAVY! Which is the only way to learn it, really.
I marvel. At it all. And I SO want my first comment on this blawg to be all funny and witty and wonderful, but it won't. I loved all you had to say about faith(s) and the existential reason for 'Kudzu', etc. I must be such an amateur blogger/ writer -- very little that I think, about forgiveness OR why people don't use turn signals, doesn't end up on my blog. But now that you've given us just this little splash of your faith insights, I'm dying to have coffee -- or tofu nuggets or whatever you have -- with you and visit with you more.
Oh and hey, David Skibbins has a great little series about a bi-polar Tarot reader who gets caught up in mysteries that's really worth your while to read.
As always you are just of center of sane entertaining, and I mean that in the nicest way. If you weren't younger than me, I'd say I'd like to be you when I grow up. Oh, wtf, I want to be just like Joss when I grow up.
I read Swedish and would be glad to give you the gist of it, but that link doesn't take me to a specific thread. Do you remember what the title of the thread was so that I can find it?
Great post. I think the fact that you are "endlessly interested in grace" is what comes through in your fiction, and makes your books so powerful for me.
Whew! Yes - me too! But, truly, what is so wrong with toe bells? Everything in moderation :)
BTW the site you linked to is definitely in Swedish. I am Swedish and would be glad to translate. That online translator is a joke - many laughs! - although I do respect DebR's resourcefulness!
But just like lizardek, the link isn't taking me to a specific thread...
See, as someone who has a very odd collection of books that have been purchased specifically for research for screenplays, I immediately *assumed* that the tarot card interest was for that purpose. I have books on boxing, Southern belles, women in the mafia, football stadium architecture, terrorism, and puritanism, none of which I ever would have purchased were it not for research.
Well...I THOUGHT I read Swedish. But, apparently my Swedish vocabularly does not extend to all matters rodent. Since I learned it in High School, my vocabulary is more in tune with FOOD, SEX, FOOD, MOVIES, CLOTHES, FOOD. No gerbils.
Loved the post.
I've been on vacation for five days, so I left laughing at the fact that "YOU ARE HAPPY" about/by eating/ordering hummus and returned to a wonderful explanation of why you are as incredibly, hilariously cool as I have known you were since I first read about you ending up in the pokey. . .which was about a year ago was it not? Maybe your ROSE is so tall and fanciful because you did not write a nasty comment about your arrestors, but rather chose to encourage others to cleanliness while in the can. Which is pretty similar to what you've done in all of your blah-blah-blahing. . .
I think you're wonderful--and your rose is probably not a rose at all but one of your lovely Gerbera daisies without the wasp--or the aphids.
This was one of my most favorite posts evah.
I have gotten that vibe as well... I have told my husband... if I don't like someone right away, I'm not going back. I've been proven right so many times that I have a direct line to my own guy and when the warning buzzers go off... I get out.
Of course as a teenager this only managed to save my hide a few times and make it easier to dance along that line, sure that I'd know when to get out....