TAROT BLOG HOP: Ostara- Paint a Journey with New Life!

Wellllp, it’s that time for another Tarot Blog Hop, So remember to check out the blog before mine, at

http://way-ward-tarot.blogspot.com/!

 

Whenever I think Spring, I think Aries and Taurus. One of them, the momentous forward-moving, fiery, creative spirit, and the other, the gentler, more earthy, calm spirit.

During this time, little living things are springing up EVERYWHERE! Plants are blooming, fungi are releasing their allergenic spores, and apparently more children are conceived during this season than any other (Who’da THUNK!?). Things, my dear, are being CREATED.

How can one best harness the energy of the spring season? By calling upon the power of the Tarot’s EMPRESS card, perhaps! No other card in the deck has the creation power that can be found within her loins; this chicks got SuperUterus!

Mainly, her energy is about bringing things to life, and being the portal for divine energy to manifest itself in the physical world. Whether we’re talking about actual birth or the creation of new ideas, the lessons of the Empress can help assure creativity and abundance, IF you navigate it right. She helps paint a journey with new life, plain and simple!

How do we do this?

With 3 action words. Create, Nurture, Enjoy!

Create:
Sometimes we can subconsciously convince ourselves that we are only humans, and that we have not the power that the universe claims we do. This is a a definite human trait, and there’s nothing wrong with thinking this way, for a little while. But we must remember that the universe is here to open up any obstacles that we may face, and to make our ride here on earth as positive as possible. When we doubt ourselves, we’re slamming the proverbial door in the face of truth! It’s hellla hard to remember that anything is possible, but once we do, it’s like we’re holding the empress’…loins..in our own hands! Nothing is impossible for a creative soul! (And THAT we ALL are!)

Nuture:
Once those ideas and creative thoughts have manifested in our psyche, we must work on bringing them into fruition. Give them food, water, sunlight, and some attentive loving care, and see if they grow. If not, then something may be wrong with the fertilizer. But more often than not, creative energy manifests. And once that happens, we can already see the paint being added to the “new life”! (Cheesy, I know.)

Enjoy:
Have you ever not eaten some food you’ve cooked? Or have not gotten to watch a movie that you’ve paid to rent? SUCKS right? Bringing an idea into fruition is reward enough, but why not reward yourself with the more lavish things? Whether it’s a nice bubble bath, a night on the town, or a Lay-z Boy reclined to 140 degrees, never forget to release that pent up stress that may be inside of your spirit. A rested soul breeds more creativity!

Thanks for checking out my TBH! Be sure to check out the next blog on the journey, and paint some new life with them too! http://www.dreamcatcher.se/ostara-paint-a-journey-with-new-life

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TarotBlogHop: How To Be A Better Candle (the 5 Tarot Commandments For Being A Dope Human Being)

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This’ll totally make sense when you read the post.

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 Disclaimer:

This past December while perusing my Facebook newsfeed, I signed up for something SO AMAZING, SO ORIGINAL, SO SPARTAAAA, that I think it’s going to be the waaaave of the blog futuurrrrre! And you know i’m always down for wave-of-the-future stuff.

I signed up for a Tarot-themed BlogHop group: pretty much the same meaning as a BarHop, but online, with blogs, and tarot themed. This round’s topic is How To Be A Better Candle, and the direction you can take with just those 6 words is only limited to your imagination. The only requirement, and I mean ONLY requirement, is that we leave links to the blog posts before and after ours to keep the tarot train chuggin’ along, to connect with as many new bloggers as possible, and to make this tarot community web spread out to the deepest, darkest, furthest reaches of the world-wide-internets.

So, without further ado, here is How To Be A Good/Better Candle: The 5 Tarot Commandments.*

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Well let’s start off. What exactly IS a candle?

To some, a candle is a dainty, Pier1-bought house-ornament, dedicated to making the surrounding environment more aesthetically pleasing, calm, and aromatic.

To some others, a candle is a tool used for evoking the energies, intentions, and wisdoms of generations gone past, and using them for help in today’s existence through correspondences, spells, and altars.

To some, it’s an extremely creative alternative to paying a god’damn light bill.

Ya’ wanna know what a candle is to me? Ok, get ready for this. A Candle Is A Human. Yes, no typo, a human being. And all of these aforementioned ideas about what a candle is, are all exactly 100% perfectly correct as well.

Like humans, a candle is physical expression of Divine light equipped with evolving stages of awareness, just like us. It can rise, fall, and rise again; leave it’s beautiful scent or fall to it’s doom and destroy everything in it’s path.

 Yes, like candles, humanity was created to beautify it’s environment and influence peace. Yes, like candles, our humanity is a tool for invoking the wisdoms of souls from generations gone past (via our family descendencies and heritages) for use in our daily existances. And yes, candles and humans are both here to create.

So, what’s my formula here? if a=b, and b=c, then a=c. Pretty much, humans are all candles, and candles are all humans. Logical, right?

So if we’re all candles, how do we go about being the best one we can possibly be?  How do I deal with this information!? What can we learn from our people, the candles?!?!? How can we impliment them into our daily human-candle lives?!!??!?!!?

Fortunately, my dear, candles come with an amazing set of intuitive instructions/commandments that humanity sometimes seems to lack. Their advice can help us live, learn, and grow so that we can let our “lil’ light shine” without burning anything down! And you don’t even have to light your hair on fire, fyi. All we gotta do, is listen.

Commandment #1) Thou Shall Create a Base.

Explanation:
Candles are built for longevity. When was the last time you lit a candle and sat there, impatient, heart palpatating, sweat beading on your forehead, waiting for it to “hurry-up-and-freaking-MELT-DOWN-ALREADY!!”?
That’s right, never. You light a candle to slow those irregular heart beats, and to soften your mood, be in the present, and relax for as loooongggg aaaas posssibllllle. Where does the candle get it’s ability to last that long, and stand that sturdy? From it’s base. From it’s foundation. From standing on the proverbial “shoulders” of the object that comes before it (..under it), or even the container that contains it. You can’t knock over something that has decided that it’s likes where it is just fine, thank you very much. All candles no matter what type, have either an internal base or a sturdy surface to build itself on, and as long as the base knows that it belongs there, no one can convince it to falter.

Tarot Advice:
Like the King of Pentacles and the Emperor, it’s important for us candle-humans to keep firm to our respective bases. Everything in the world, especially the western world, seems like it’s constantly trying to pull us every-which-way: buy this, believe this, dont do that, watch them, like this, come over here, lie down there, jump up now. And then there’s daily demands from family, work, school, struggles, standards, double standards, and fads; it wreaks havoc on a poor human, body and soul! If ever we’re feeling off center, we should take our cue from these two guys and remember the ideals and convictions that we hold dear to ourselves. Get organized internally. Like the King of Pents, Get REAL. Remember that you are divine light coagulated into atoms, into elements, into compounds, all existing on a humongous rock running around an even humongous-er ball of gas at 67,000 mph, in a universe made up of the same things that you are, and see if that doesn’t put your life back into perspective. Like the Emperor, reassert your right to be the individualized expression of divinity by firmly planting your ass cheeks on the ground, and remembering that through all the twists and turns, you stand firm, grounded, and endurance-filled; like a fresh candle, placed upon an altar.

 

Commandment #2) Thou Shalt Thrust Thyself Upward.

Explanation:
Okay, so the candle base is now centered on the middle of the altar. It’s sturdy. You cant push it left, it resists. Try to knock it to the right, and you got another thing coming to ya, fresh guy. And it’s not like you can flatten the candle down to a 2-dimensional circle on the table or something. From here, the candle has no where to go but up! From the sturdiness and down-to-earth-ness of the base, the candle projects itself upward in an unapologetic thrust of  joy! Whether it’s a shy, modest tea-light, or an assertive, intrusive candlestick, you can bet that the candles will be looking upward for their next set of directions.

Tarot Advice:
What do you do, as a candle-human, after you realize that you deserve to be here, and you deserve to be here firmly planted in the ground, without waiver, unmovable and unfazed? You screw it all up by wanting to change direction. Well, not really, but instead of looking at things from a structured point of view you learn to take a fool’s leap and break on through, to the other side: the other side meaning the higher-side of faith and unending hope/optimism. Once you’ve placed value on your material existence, spirit can comfortably start to express itself through you. Being settled-in is fine; but ASCENSION is called ASCENSION for a reason! Someone who’s on the right track is said to be RASING their vibration, and that’s no coinkydink. From this higher, more UPLIFTED point of view of life, you can see things more objectively and as clear as the air. Like the STAR, you grasp the ideas of trusting in a higher power (that isn’t your material/mental self), gaining new pockets of wisdom n’ knowlege  (that arent material/mental knowledge), and an intuitive feeling that this all means something, deeper than the material or logical meaning. And although it tends to be scary at first, dangling up there in the aether, …all alone…, you’re soon greeted by 2 faithful friends: Hope and Joy. It’s easier to get to know them when you can erect yourself up past the flat, sometimes suffocating 2nd dimension. Down there you could see them, true, but up here in the more uncertain heavens, they come ready and gift-wrapped in your favorite color box; all you have to do is open them. BAM! Out jumps THE SUN to clear away any fear and doubt you may have had about doing this. It puts a smile on your face and heat in your little heart.  Hmm..This aether stuff ain’t bad at all!

Commandment #3) Thou Shalt Share Thine[?] Gifts.

Explanation:
Once the candle is now projected into the air, and has got an eyeful of this wonderful alternate view, it’s time for it to do one of the most important things that a candle could ever do…ever. Burn.
And not only burn, but burn bright enough to fill your local radius with ample light. And not only burn bright enough to fill your local radius with ample light, but to give off a delicate orgasmic aromatic scent to the whole entire room, without even thinking twice about it. Candles are always, always willing to share! Just Cause’ !

Tarot Advice: You, as a human-candle on this level, have a bag full of yummy delicious goodies and a pocket full of sunshine. You’ve got the light, and the beautiful scent! AWW yesss, this is definitely the good life. But what  is always 100x better than having the light all to your lonesome? SHARING IT! At this point in time we’re BURSTING at the seams with joy and hope and faith, but as humans on this physical plane, we can’t exactly cup it in our hands and pass it to the next person who’s having a bad hair day and on their twelfth cigarette break. Well then, what do we do to share our smell, so to speak? We pass it off in good deeds, of course! A bear hug to a saddened child. A jovial conversation with an otherwise lonely widow. Picking up the tab for the next person in line at Subway. Smiling. Sharing. Wearing a green tunic with a red cloak,  hauling an egyptian scale down the street, handing off coins to the folks who may need them more than you. The 6 of Pents is a reminder that we should always give what we have recieved; but not only for karmic reasons. We musn’t be afraid to share our wealth of spirit. It’s impossible not to!  Like the EMPRESS (Venus), the abundance of light and positivity you have is made to share with others! Why not let them in on this lush garden you found? Cornucopias are built for however many they can feed, and the empress has a divine, neverending one. Her womb. The most intimate part of herself she is willing to share with us, forever. Let’s take our cue from her on that !

Commandment #4) Thou Must Melt

Explanation:
So the candle burns, joyous that it gets to go on and on for an eternity and an hour, when suddenly, it notices that it’s…kinda starting to get a lil’ hot up in here, up in here. Somethings changing. And even more oddly, it’s wax appears to be liquid-izing, suspended up-side-down in mid air, and oozing back down to the far, fearsome depths below. OKAY, omg, this is like, 4000 times more scary than when it left the base to eject into higher space!! This has gotta be some serious change going on for this candle. We would assume that it would panic; make a last half-assed attempt in regathering itself back into an erectile object. But what does it do? Nothing. “CANDLE, DO YOU KNOW YOU’RE MELTING?!?!”. Yep. It knows. Still, nothing.

Tarot Advice:
You know all that faith and trust that we were supposed to have learned from our time in the aether? Yeah, all that. Here would be the time where we need to put our proverbial monies where our proverbial mouths are. It is natural that in the midst of the dramas of THE TOWER (seemingly catastrophic/rapid life change), we panic. We see everything that we’ve built for ourselves crumble into miniscule centimeter-sized drops of petrified wax on the surface of a plastic table. And we panic. But, like we said, here’s where that Saturnian energy of faith through hardship and change comes in. When things get really shaky, we can count on the HANGED MAN to hang-up his old, negative view of a sticky situation, and see things from a more divine point of view–even if it takes some kookyclimbing to get there. Actually, i’ve never noticed before, but the second crowned figure in the TOWER card seems to be jumping over into the HANGED MAN card, and transforming theirself into just that. We gotta learn to let go, when the goin’ gets rough and this doom seems to be coming from a source beyond your control. You never know what this lesson is teaching you…

Commandment #5) Thou Must Salvage Thyself[thineself?]

Explanation:
And just like that, the candle is dead.
Yup, dead as a doornail.
It remains only a calcified echo of what it once was: Grand. Tall. Majestic. Buoyant, and virile. Now: flat. Slow. Sad, and Defenseless. Ended.

But wait. If you look a little more profoundly, you see that the wax hasn’t evaporated completely. Wait.. does that mean… I’ts salvagable?! You can re-melt it, and re-use it for another go-round. YES!

Tarot Advice:
Endings are inevitable, and sad and depressing, but they ultimitely give way to something that might not have ever been noticed or appreciated before the end. The Rebirth. The DEATH card always seems to remind us of our inevitable end, and that terrifies us. But it honestly serves as a precursor to greater (or at least other) things to come. Death, and the sadness and stigma attatched to it, is definitely a purely human/material institution. When we AS HUMANS use our HUMAN ass senses to search for something and it does not reveal itself to said Human ass senses, we HUMANS label it: Dead, And Thats Final. Well, if we as humans take the advice from our candleous counterparts, we find that energy is not created nor destroyed, only transferred. Like the JUDGEMENT card implies, nothing or no-one ever truly dies, but we all transition. Although right before we die, it looks like death for sure. Yup, straight death, no chaser. But it takes a different set of eyeballs to see what we call “death” as transitory. A wiser set of eyeballs. A FaithFilled set. Just like it takes a certain set of eyeballs to see melted dead wax not as dead wax, but as infinite potental.

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Well, there ya have it guys!
My very first BLOGHOP!
I hope this blog brings out the best votive inside of you!

NOW MAKE SURE TO CHECK OUT THE BLOGHOP BLOG AFTER MINE, BY CLICKING THIS BUTTON! 

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October.
*Everything written here is totally my opinion, and doesnt necessarily reflect the opinions of all the other dope ass blog-hoppers, kay?! Thx.

Expansion: The Website is Officially Up, Guys!

Here’s a fact about me. I’m slow to expand.

I’m not talking abut weight; hell I gain 45 pounds from thinking about Taki’s. I’m not talking about expanding my mind–we’ll leave that one to another post.

What I’m talkin’ bout is the ability to take a step up, or take a step out on faith. The pure Jupiterian faith that allows you to see no boundaries, no reservations, no details, and no structure. The expansion gene that turns a block into a ghetto, and a ghetto into an empire.

^Mehhh….Yeah.
I’m slow at that. My Jupiter is in Virgo (it’s detriment), and my Moon is in Taurus. that makes me nit-picky about expanding and placing faith, and gives the emotional need to take ” ev-ery-f*cking-thing-so-darn-sloowwwwww” (as told my my hyperactive Gemini boyfriend).

Sometimes, i feel super-duper lucky to be so patient. I think it gives me a down-to-earth advantage over situations that I could be a stupa-head and rush into, eventually leading me to my sick, sad, downfall.

Other times, I feel debilitated by my willingness to wait. Sometime, I look at myself, and be like, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WAITING FOR!?!?!? YOU HAVE ERRTHING YOU NEED!”. Maybe it’s an insecurity thing. I never think i’m smart enough to write that book review, but I turn it in and BOOM, the professor LOVES it! My friend want’s a reading, I’m wary so I resist, and try to put it off (I have a fear that I don’t know anything about the Tarot, when in reality, I live, breathe, and eat it). He begs, I buckle and give the reading, and BAM, words I’ve never even used before are flowing outta me like Tarot Diarrhea after an enchilada!

Mainly, it’s a issue of Faith, and trust in my skills as a human.

The creation of a reading website seemed like a distant dream to me a while ago, and like always, I felt like I didn’t have the substance of knowledge that I needed to do the sh*t.  Who the hell would wanna pay ME to read for THEM? Am I Ready for all that? Let’s think this through. And think it through, summore. And Some more. and Some More. and More. Annnnnnd More, ANNNNDD MORRRRE. AND MORRRRRRRRRE.

But lately, things are telling my conscious to Shut the Fuck UP, and get on with it (or “Keep Calm, and get the fuck on with it” at least), so I listened.

Here, I Present to you, the results of my Jupiterian act of unbounded FAITH.

Come Get a Reading Guys!

http://www.ReadingsByOctober.bigcartel.com

The readings are inexpensive, and the love is unending .
Please, if you have any questions or comments, critiques  or concerns, PLEASE let me know.

On Being Black & Psychic: The Two of Swords Dilemma (Part 1)

 

My black family helllla loves Jesus.

As a child, early morning Sunday attendance to church was not only mandatory, but it was only a supplement to all the other church stuffs going on in the week. Choir rehearsal on Tuesdays (I wasn’t in the choir), Missionary meetings on Saturdays (I wasn’t a missionary) and “Usher Board” meetings on Wednesdays (now THAT, I was forced to be). And since I was living with my grandmother at the time, when  it came to matters of the church, it was either HER will or GOD’s will be done- and apparently they were one and the same.

One of my first memories is of me, 4 years old, at Friendship Missionary Baptist church in Rialto, CA. I’m sitting on the second pew (the first is reserved for the elder “mothers” of the congregation), and for some reason, I’m crying. I’m crying because I’m upset that I didn’t get to take communion; which consisted of a small shot of grape juice and a pinky-nail sized cracker that would knock your socks off. It’s about 90 degrees Fahrenheit inside, and my subtle tears only merge with the sweat beads making their way down my greased sideburns. I manage to wipe them off with the rustle-y sleeve of my white, lace, poofy-armed dress, but the longing for the cracker-of-the-gods remained.

The communion was held only for those wise and selected souls who had undergone the ritual of being “bapt ties”. Bapt ties, is when you’re all dressed in a ceremonial white gown, and held under a pool of water for 100 whole hours while the preacher says a prayer over your drowning corpse. I remember thinking that it was called “being born again” because you literally died of suffocation under that water, and somehow, Jesus restored your life and thus gave you permission to eat crackers.

This, seemed like a scary ordeal, but it was something I was willing to do for my fair share of the communion pie; I, 4 year old October, was getting bapt ties.

I told my granny, and like the Jesus warrior she is, she got on the mission right away. By the next Sunday, I had my very own ceremonial gown, liquid-filled lungs, and ultimately, my cracker.

 

I didn’t develop my “own, personal relationship” with Jesus until I was at least at the conscious decision-making age of 11. And from what I was told and taught in church, Jesus loved me very much. He loved me so much that he died for me (really? I never remembered me asking him to. Jeez, thanks Jesus, but you ain’t had ta do all DAT!). Jesus didn’t want me to curse, talk back to old people, dance to Destiny’s Child, or wear tight clothes. He would accept me no matter what. He wanted me to be like him. But, if I didn’t, (here’s the kicker) He and his daddy would kick me off of the cloud of final judgement, erase my name out of the rolodex of born-again humanity, and cast me into the fiery armpits of hell, with a mean,red, goat-man named “The Devil”. Excuse me? Wait.What? Lil red flag waving here! Umm, hell to-the-naw. This relationship I was developing with Jesus was something I’d have to consider a bit more. Shawty sounded a little to close to the boogie man for my liking at the time.

3 more passionless years at church passed, but that was soon to change. When I turned 14, the spiritually moving Passion of the Christ came out. Directed by Mel Gibson, this movie was reportedly so moving, it moved a murderer to turn himself in and admit the slaughter of his ex girlfriend. Must be heavy stuff I thought. And it just so happened that my church was having its own, free screening of the film. Yes. Great. Another church event that I wouldn’t be given the option not to go to. And by this time, this whole Jesus thing was starting to work my nerves. I was an angsty rebellious teen. Everything was starting to work my nerves.

So I watch the movie. And I went from being scared of Jesus, to feeling sorry for him. The only clear memory I have from seeing that movie was when them people from bible days had this big ass whip, right, and it had like, spiked balls at the end of the tassles, and they hit Jesus in the back with it, and it got stuck in his back right?, and when they retracted the whip, some meaty chunks from Jesus’ white back was ripped out and missin’. And he bled and bled and bled grape juice everywhere (And to think, Jesus must have bled a lot, enough for all of us to drink it every first Sunday since forever). Aww poor Jesus, he did this all for me. I feel hella bad. Maybe I should try and work this thang thing out wid him. Heck, what would be the hurt in it?

So I started to operate in church a little more enthusiastically. I met more people. I ate more crackers. I made more friends. And one thing that came inevitably with making friends for me, was  to ask my newfound friend “WHAT’S YOUR SIGN?”, and then navigate our friendships accordingly. Oh, you’re a gemini? Let’s talk about the price of tea in China, Japan, and Australia, and give our opinions on tea’s contribution to American health. Ohhh, you’re a Cancer? Awwww, I love you too! Let’s watch Waiting to Exhale. Aries? Let’s play fight!!! I’m a libra, and I wanted to make sure that all my friends are accommodated adequately! I wanna be liked!

It wasn’t until one of the younger, snottier teens snitched on me, that I was reprimanded for being astrologically inclined. She was a Virgo.

After notifying the authorities that I was “into signs and all that stuff”, followed by the all-so-asskissing “and isn’t that ungodly sister Wilson? *batting eyelashes*”, I recieved my first dirty look and lecture from Sister Wilson. She told me that astrology and witchcraft and all that “Halloween Foolishness” as not to be tolerated in gods house. That it was an Abomination, and that it was the Devils work.

Wait… But I love Halloween. I guess this isn’t a good time to mention that I secretly got my first tarot deck,huh?

Me and Jesus would have to compromise on this whole “You-Can’t-Study-Astrology-For-It-Is-An-AbdominableSnowmanAtion-to-God’s-Word” thang. Jesus, WHAT THE HELL you mean I can’t like astrology!? I been liking this sh*t since I was 3 years old; Even then, I’d go around asking people their signs,  eagerly (and proudly) declaring that I was “A Libra-Scorpio, I have 2 signs, like my Mommy, she’s an Aquarius-Pisces, but my sister is just a Scorpio, but she’ still cool. My Granny is a Sag. What sign are you?” (Aquarius, Pisces, Sagittarius and Scorpio in one house? Metaphysical/Occultish/Dogmatic Christians Indeed). Now you sayin’ I can’t read tarot, Jesus? Because Why? You’re a “Jealous god”? What the hell you jealous for? You’re GOD! Didn’t you make the stars and planets anyway? Ain ’t you a Pisces Jesus? I know you are, you’re the fish, and you’re dreamy and imaginative, with crazyyy faith. Why is you TRIPPIN?!?!

I had all these questions but no answers. My pastor at the time ( who I later found out was a master mason…) reiterated the bad news, and also told me that It was the work of the Devil. Why? Well, I’m sorry mister, you’re gonna have to show me some ID here. What Evidence do you have to support our claim Pastor?

“There shall not be found among you any one that maketh his son or his daughter to pass through the fire, or that useth divination, or an observer of times, or an enchanter, or a witch, Or a charmer, or a consulter with familiar spirits, or a wizard, or a necromancer. For all that do these things are an abomination unto the LORD: and because of these abominations the LORD thy God doth drive them out from before thee. Thou shalt be perfect with the LORD thy God.” —Deuteronomy 18:10-13

Hmm.

Sonned.

I walked away pretending like I understood that it was “evil”, and painted a satisfied smile on my face. But my insides would never acquiesce. Something didn’t sit right with that explanation for me. How were psychics consulting evil spirits, but Christian “prophets” were consulting god? Who could make that decision? How could me using my interest to help people, be an abomination? All Jesus DID was help people, and I thought I was supposed to be like him!! What the heck Jesus. Make up your mind. This was the breaking point. I need a break from all this fickleness.

Shiiiit. I wasn’t giving up my astrology. And I was recieving this burgeoning inclination towards occult knowledge; I had taken to the Tarot (the devils card-game) and the wide, wide world of Wicca was presented to me, and It felt like it’d be a step in the right direction.

I felt like if Jesus didn’t like me using tarot and astrology to help people and myself, maybe i’d turn to a faith that had a little bit more….um..ACCEPTANCE to it.

That’s when I lost my religion.

(I thought.)

But I didn’t tell nobody. If I wanted to survive in my black family, I’d have to keep my black family who helllllla loves Jesus thinking that my black ass still helllllla loved Jesus too.

(Which for some reason, I still did…)

 

Part 2 Coming Soon.

I wanted to start off this blog with a picture of The Fool.

But I figured that that would be hella stereotypical of tarot reader.

Shit. I hate doing whats expected.

The Fool Card! The card of New Beginnings of a cycle, the bright-eyed and bushy-tailed dreamer, who trusts the promises of the unknown. He’s the typa dude who doesn’t look before he leaps, not out of recklessness or dare-devilism, but only because he doesn’t know that there’s something to look out for.

Meh. Thats probably too overdone. Plus, I know what I’m doing. Right?I’m no dummy! I came in this joint with a VISION! A PERFECTED VISION! Shooot. I’ve been dreaming of making this blog forever!

The idea-based and creative  parts of a project are the most fun for me.I had the idea to start this typa blog for a loooooong time, and in my head, it was the business. Tha Shit. I had all kindsa dope information to spew, images to post, comments, songs, videos, the whole shabang. The collective metaphysical universe would gaze in awe and wonder at the theatrics of this blogs spectacularity. YESSS. THA SHIT!

Then it came to the practical aspects. Almost instantly, sleepiness ensues. Like always. I was fine when choosing the color of my background, and the size of the header, but when it’s time to get to the nitty gritty meat of the blogs content, awww nawww, it’s nap time.

But, in a sleepy frenzy of frantically trying to figure out what my first post’s gonna be about, I got the idea of writing about how I didn’t know WHAT my first post was gonna be about! About how I knew that this blog was gonna be THAT SHIT, and thats all I knew. About how in the midst of the glamour and glitz and theory of the future, I forgot to manage the issues of the NOW.

And while having those thoughts, something ELSE came to mind. (Stay on the train with me guys.)

I was CLEARLY “The Fool”.

I came into this project, with the idealism of someone brave enough to start the journey toward a new accomplisment.
And then, I fell off the cliff of blindness, a victim of my own folly (see THE FOOL below).

I set myself up for that one.
So I guess I will be stereotypical and post a picture of THE FOOL.
Hell, why not? I Just learned his first lesson.

Ugh. So typical of me.

Ghost.