I am suffering from a bit of Tarot Burn-Out… This happens when one is particularly wandelicious. I go in phases where I’ll be HEY HO! LET’S GO TAROT!™ for a couple of months, only to fizzle, crash, and burn for a few. I didn’t even pick up a deck from June to July of this summer. I was in LET’S GO TAROT!™ mode all of April and May thanks to all of the awesome tarot workshops and classes I attended. Nothing lights a fire under my ass like living that Rock & Roll Queen of Wands lifestyle. Nothing except if you were actually going to light my ass on fire. I’d rather you didn’t. I like my ass without third degree burns, and I don’t think I could accessorize well by sitting on one of those Infate-O-Donuts. I took a nose-dive when the weather began to get warm. I ordered the Illuminated Tarot (it’s so-so-soooooooo pretty and shimmery! Love-love-love-love!) and I didn’t read with it for about a month.
In August I exploded back on the scene-uh… like a Tarot Sex Machine… Hit me! Good God, y’all ! YEAH!
Hmmm… that was fun. It had a beat, and I could probably dance with it if I wasn’t in a post-massage and 5-HTP addled stupor. Wait… what?
These phases are normal for me. Three months of amazing activity, psychic, spiritual, religious, magickal, intuitive… It all coincides, and rest assured, I bring it, biatches! Then… two or three months of nothing and static. Nary a spread nor a spell nor a Big Happy Shaman Pants Pathworky Trance Fun Time Hour. From the Gods, complete radio silence.
It’s a pattern that keeps repeating itself, and it all goes back to BALANCE and the fact that in spiritual matters… I don’t seem to have any. I’ve been working on it, as I’ve said before. Establishing practices like my Full Moon Fever Jamboree™ Quick & Dirty Daily readings seems to help. I look forward to doing these things.
It’s been a little bit intense up in here lately! I need a Tarot Nap. I have zero motivation to read. None. I can’t focus on the little buggers at all. This means I need to not read for a week or so. This doesn’t mean there isn’t fun to be had…
I have a Swiss BIG SIZED GLORIOUS AG MULLER THOTH DECK TO TRIM! Yay! I couldn’t bear to trim my big Greenie, knowing they were going to remain OOP for a while. Greenie is very dear to me. The Big Thoth looks am-ahhhhh-zing when trimmed, and I might as well. The damn thing is in German anyway, so it’s a sign. I’ve only trimmed one deck, a Universal Rider Waite, and I find that having full-bleed color really makes the images pop. It seems to let some of the energy loose. It’s also something that I find very relaxing. Soothing. Like buttah.
So even though I’m taking a Tarot Nap… I’m gettin’ in a little Thoth time, even if I’m ignoring my Pocket Thoth.
It’s fun to say “Pocket Thoth”. I like to say it whenever I can.