I spread the cards of this charming Majors only deck out on the bed today. The Tower. The Pear Tree. I know what this refers to. The sudden end of summer. It has been hot for weeks and weeks and weeks now. Way beyond what summer should be. Not that I’m complaining. But blue skies every day and we sometimes crave signs of a change in the seasons. Today we got it. The heavens opened and rain came in torrents, gutters flooding, strong winds, havoc wreaked. I saw an accident on the Avenue near where I live, a car skidded, reduced visibility no doubt (that rain so heavy you cannot see far in front of you), and it crashed into a lamp-post (which happened to have traffic lights on it, nobody was hurt), and all the surrounding traffic lights were simultaneously out. More chaos. I couldn’t cross the Avenue for ages because of problems in circulation. Nobody would stop to let anyone pass. And it seemed as if all the leaves on all the trees in the city had been blown off in the space of a couple of hours. See how nature pokes through the man made in this image and creates chaos. That’s how it felt this Sunday as I tried to make my way across the city as darkness fell. The brutal end of something lingering. The summer toppled. All that was missing were real life thunderbolts. How exhilarating these Tower moments can be sometimes. And now, hours later, the rain still gushes into the night.
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- The Burning Serpent Oracle.
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- The Tyldwick Tarot; is there anybody there?
- The Destroyed Dondorf
- Press Pause
- Musings on The Moon Card
- Vampire Decks; Abandon All Hope Ye Who Enter Here
- The Joy of Spreadcloths
- Resuscitating the Dondorf