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Tarot Card for Today: The Seer (2)

—Position on the Wheel—

The Seer is at the hub of the Wheel in the quarter related to Water and the emotions and link to the mysteries of the Moon and the Earth. She is partnered with the Shaman and acts as a guide to the World Tree.

Description:

The Seer is wrapped in the owl’s cloak of wisdom, decorated with totem animals of power and shamanic spirits. She stands before the World Tree, drawing wisdom from the roots that are deeply embedded in the earth. Close around her are the symbols of the four elements that she mediates: the cup, staff, arrowhead, and stone. From the head of her staff hang the crane bag and a set of runes. She may be masked and her face may only be glimpsed or seen in half-light. Her voice may be hushed and she may speak in riddles, but if you listen, she can point you to new, wiser beginnings.

Meaning:

Placed at the heart of the Wheel and the Wildwood in the quadrant of Water, the Seer represents insight that is gained from the stillness and inwardness of the sojourn with the Hooded Man. She stands at the heart of an inner personal universe and can mediate that knowledge and help to externalize this energy into power, wisdom, or creative endeavor in the material world.

The Seer acts as an oracular mediator of the feminine intuitive and imaginative principle, but her mediation is based on grounded energy and skill. This is symbolized by her feathered cloak, which represents the flight of thought and intellect, matured and stabilized through her deep-rooted power, grounded in the memory of the conscious Earth.

The Seer stands at the centre both of the Wheel and of the individual inner world, facing the Shaman. She acts not only as a guide to the soul but as a catalyst for the manifestation of creative and artistic work. Ideas may be filtered through the shadowy realm of dreams and trance-like states, but the inner archetypal mediator that forms these ideas into works of literature, song, or dance is the Seer. It is she who inspires the emotional link to a book or piece of music or brings a tear to the eye at the end of an emotional film or laughter at the end of a funny story.

With her inherent ability to balance emotion, intellect, and willpower, she spurs us to create change in our material world and is a skilled mediator of all the elemental forces found within the Wildwood. She fosters the positive exercise of will, manifested by emotion and commitment and resulting in outer material effect. This is one of the purest and most blessed forms of Earth magic.

Reading Points:

The time has come to focus your power and let it flow through you. Many dreams or desires related to the creative emotional process are ready to be applied in your day-to-day life, and you must now give vent to those hidden or suppressed longings. This may also relate to healing sexual relationships or partnerships. Now the manifestation of inner spiritual or esoteric insights into your practical and physical daily life will bring profound rewards and results. It is a sign of maturity. The Seer also relates to creative impulses such as art, mechanical skills and crafts, and the joy of bringing pleasure and knowledge to others.

—Roots & Branches—

• Inspiration and wisdom • Oracular prophecy • Inner vision • Shamanic flight • Soul healing • Empathy with nature

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November 15, 2024 12:45 PM (EST)

Dear Allison & the Onyx Savant,

Wazzup?! >.< It’s FRI-YAY! Get happy! Woot! >.< O.S., I don’t know if it’s actually Friday for you, as I know you sometimes have to work on the weekends if there is an event. Regardless, it’s a reason to mark the accomplishments of the last 5 days, and I will never turn down a reason to celebrate. The peasants in the Middle Ages had it right with all of their feast days. It was a big reason for the revolts that occurred when Henry VIII dissolved the monasteries. Don’t mess with folks’ good time. Do some yoga; roll a fattie. Whatever means “gold star sticker” to you. 🙂

I have been busy today. Mr. B his at the veterinarian. Don’t worry (yet); it’s just his annual tune-up. He has been acting quite grouchy when he is handled around his back end, and I have seen his litter turn blue. He has that litter that turns different colours according to different conditions that the cat may have. It’s similar to litmus paper in its colour-changing property. The vet said she would put him on gabapentin for his pain. She suggested that it could be arthritis. His bladder was empty, so they are keeping him until he gives them a urine sample. I was concerned it might be a UTI or kidney infection. He is about 11 years old now, so I would not be surprised if he is a little grumpier than when he was younger. I, too, am grumpier now that I am nearing a half century in age.

I used the time to go to the drive-thru coffee shop for a “Be Brave!” reward. (Darn it! I forgot to get beans.) Mr. B will also get a “Be Brave!” reward, natch, as he is the patient. I get one for taking him. Esto debería quedar claro. While I was in line to order, I texted Mr. H to update him on the situation. We had a tiff before I left about me communicating while I was at the vet. I won’t get in the weeds, but I wanted to make sure he knew what was up in a timely fashion. After I got my partially sugar-free peppermint mocha with protein foam (!), I went to Great Clips (”Fancy!”) to get my hair washed and trimmed. I have not had a professional cut since before the pandemic. I know that sounds crazy, but it is true. It was fairly short going into the pandemic and had grown long enough to put in a bun on top of my head like a ballerina. Hehe. I have also coloured it approximately 12,000 times in the interim. And it is a pain to wash, so it was lovely lying back in the sink and letting someone else deal with that nonsense. He cut about 1½ inches off, and it feels so much healthier. He asked if I wanted layers, and I thought about it because it is so heavy, but I like having the same length for styling all my up-dos. He dried it part of the way, but I told him it takes forever, so he didn’t have to get it all the way dry. I then moseyed my britches down to the Organic Market. I have not made use of that place as well as I should. It’s on the list! I picked up some henna to colour my hair with as it it is supposedly the best day to do so. We will see. I grabbed some other bits & bobs whilst there: some Mary Ruth’s vitamins for my “Change of Life,” some lozenges to suck on when you are stressed out, and a bottle of Mountain Blackberry Clearly Canadian so I can pretend it is 1996 for 5 minutes. And then remember how I felt in 1996 and be glad I am not doing any of that any more. Lol.

So, I am back home now, awaiting the vet’s call. Allison, I just checked, and it says I have an outgoing call to you that lasted for over 3 minutes. As I didn’t call you intentionally, I can only surmise that happened while I was doing one of the activities mentioned previously. I’m sorry if you have some weird snippet of conversation or what-have-you. It is hard to settle when waiting for something else because I don’t know exactly how long I have to do anything. I don’t want to start on colouring my hair, for example, and get a call while my hair is covered in henna. I don’t need to explain all this to any living soul because this is just the reality most have every day from Pre-K on, but it helps to type it out on this keyboard. There is a nameless frustration in the mix, and this helps to get it out. Allison, I think I was truly annoying the past couple of days. I am not around people like I used to be and don’t censor myself really at all anymore. I need to recalibrate, I know. And I know I can say anything during Sanctum Sanctorum, but you are still a human being. I don’t know. I know I was “cholicky” the last couple of days and maudlin and self-pitying. I am not pleasant to either be or be around when I am like that. It helps for me to share it, but I know it is gross. It is a toddler or baby feeling of almost sitting in a full diaper for way too long. It comes up from a very young and very old part of me. Just hating everything. I’m sorry. 😓 I know I don’t have to say that, but I want to say that. And I know that I am a coward about some things…that’s nothing you said, but I know. I am trying, I promise. It has gotten much better in terms of rumination and so forth. (Please don’t leave me! No, it's okay, I have coping mechanisms. But still!)

I don’t think I have said, but I am going to visit my family over Thanksgiving. Not my parents because…they are difficult, really. Not to be around, but to have a relationship with. I know how to talk to them now, but it has to be the smallest of talk. Like birds and grass and “Mama, this quiche is good”-type conversation. Nothing that matters.I mean, even with birds and grass I have to be careful. You can talk about the loss of pollinators as it relates to farming and the “devolution of America” since the 1950s, but not as it relates to climate change or pesticide use or anything “liberal” like that. No, I don’t know how the loss of pollinators happened or happens in their mind. Maybe because Jesus doesn’t think we are good enough or something. It’s nothing you can do anything about, certainly. /S in case that wasn’t obvious.

Anyway, as I said, I’m going to see my aunts and uncles and cousins and things for Thanksgiving.I’m staying at Aunt G’s house, which is exciting. It’s also terrifying because I know she will ask me very pointed questions at night. Lol. We always get to talking, and I am not good at hiding anything from her, really. Not unless I see her at something and just have a quick word. If she talks to me for real for real, I cannot hide stuff. Maybe some of the worst particulars, but not the substance. And she will give me advice. I’m talking about the kind of advice that makes you really mad because it is so true. I have definitely driven down the road for an hour and a half back home from seeing her and cussing at her and arguing with her in my brain. I love her so much. <3 Anyway, I am mostly excited to have some girl time where we can chat the whole night away about everything. It feels really vulnerable is all. I am used to keeping to myself. Mr. H is a sounding board, of course, but he can’t be what Aunt G is. And vice versa. Ya know? Because they are different. As they say on Reddit, you can tell by the way that it is. I sometimes feel like I am writing “2 + 2 = 4” over and over again. Am I insulting the reader’s intelligence? I don’t mean to. It’s mainly my intelligence that is questionable here, I think. That’s another thing. G will call me out when I get too “Queenie.” If things get heated, I will go for the intellectual jugular. Or I used to. I think the last time I knowingly did that was when Mr. H and I went to the mountains. He might disagree, though. Sigh.

I don’t know. I’m looking forward to some space and also some togetherness. I feel the need to be with my folx right now. My Aunt J will be there. I have more than one Aunt J, but this is Aunt J¹, so let’s not get confused. She’s had some health concerns, and I want to see her this Thanksgiving. It sounds trite, but we truly don’t know how many of these things we get with the ones we love. Grandma J died on Christmas Day, so I learned that lesson quite concretely.

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