2011 Tarot Reading

Method: One Thoth tarot deck that was shuffled by Megan and I. We took turns drawing cards for the month. Our intention was for the cards to show us the general vibes/keywords associated with each month. We recognize that these are very general impressions, but if one does a further investigation of the Tarot one may find that there are interesting correlations to astrological/astronomical events, as well as, present day institutions. We left these keys words for those to see if they get the same ideas about the cards and months as we do. We would love to see if any one out there has visions, dreams, etc that relate to these cards and their meanings.

Note: All of the words or phrases listed below were stream of conscious words about each card. 

January- Prince of Swords

science, stick with the machine, overcome small obstacles, 

control the id, persistence, control, 

seeing it through, scattered, angry, fractured feeling, 

hard work, steadfast, 

control of the fractured self. (Jan 2011)

February: 10 of Wands (Oppression)

warning card of self-defeat and inner oppression. 

Too much heaviness feeling. 

Anxiety/Apathy, stress from external realms of control, 

exhaustion, a general sense of heaviness, weight, 

feeling held down by time and karma. (Feb 2011)

March: 8 of Wands - swiftness, 

swift change in course, clear communication, 

connection/networking, 

overcoming communication problems, 

being direct and blunt about your endeavors or feelings.

It's quick and intense, things seem to be happening and opening up in various areas, 

more directed energy, focus, control  (March 2011)

April: The Fool 

freshness, creativity, embracing of complexity, 

connection with spirituality. New awareness, 

taking the plunge, going out on a limb, 

new things starting ventures, economies. 

Healthy naivety/humble and open to new experiences. 

Open perception/intuition (April 2011)

May: The Magus (#2)

ascension, creativity, metaphysical changes, 

beginnings, manifestation in the material world, 

power of crops, green-life minded. (May 2011) 

June:  Princess of Cups

Flight, impulse, giving in to whims, 

letting sensations take you somewhere, 

an opening of the senses, letting go,

 transforming, letting go of false illusions, false witness. (June 2011)

July: Princess of Disks

Birth of new ideas, grounding to earth, light in the darkness, 

finding inner light through creativity and sensuality. 

Deliverance out of darkness.  Growth, development, 

Help/Aid at hand. Feel strong, united. Connection to humanity. 

Looking back, reflection on past. (July 2011)

August: The Star 

new age, higher sensitivity, connecting the material with the ethereal. 
Spiral energy, awakenings, dreams, fulfillment,
 touching the divine, love and support, 
a peace of mind, nightly visions, lucid dreaming. (August 2011)

September: Wheel of Fortune

connection, electric, energy, fortune, 

sudden breakthroughs, realizations, sparks,

the path has shifted, 

divine help, divine connection, 

moving with the machine of karma or being stuck in the cycle. (Sept. 2011)

October: The Devil

Sexual energy manifesting, spiritual connection, power, 

creativity through divinity, connection to collective consciousness, 

edgy, red energies, a profitable darkness, playfulness, 

awareness through third eye, manipulation, powerful figures, authority, 

mastery over the material, being demonized,

jealously towards others or towards you, shifting identities,

(Oct 2011)

November: Queen of Disks

Reflection, the pathway to something new, 

understanding the process of growth and patience, 

connection to the divine, seeing a greater work in the process,

timelines, seeing the seeds of your future and past, reverie. (Nov 2011)

December: Prince of Cups

Watery floods, steamy release, quickness to anger, 

flighty, shifty, focus on trivial matters, fissure

aggressive, too focused on transformation, 

tunnel vision, forgetting important aspects of the bigger picture, 

focused on sexuality/affection. Floods of emotion, mass weeping

False attraction, vain sexuality, ignoring the lotus, closed chakras

(Dec 2011)

Resetting the Clock: 2012

shaken free of shape shifting
I come back to this plane for now,
dull in color and shadow.
I want to feel no obligation
to oblige you.
human sacrifice was weakness,
swollen lips set to throat
and pounding.
What? stop staring.
Was I suppose to give you a god damn alias?
Fucking chalk written on your wall?
what can I do but shake
water off my hair in the shower.
I was the cold chill
coming up for air
giving the astral world a new name
resetting the clock
2012.


We are forced into freedom
faux and fickle.
I just ache to want to believe you.
Breath, breath, breath
give up and relax. grit my teeth to hold back.
Cut in two.

My God, My God.
I can’t be who I am in the dance of the kingdom
set in stone
no one survives the reality of the mirror.

A Channelers Sermon on the Mount

A sermon on the Mount (if you will):

Please allow me to write a few stanzas or lines about hard times. I pray, for you my readers and for myself, that when we have hit rock bottom and feel as if there is no farther down to go, I pray for you my brothers and my sisters that you have someone around to help you out. I hope you have a friend, a pastor, a girlfriend/boyfriend, a brother or sister that will be there that you can call (or someone can call for you).

I pray for you prophets and interests alike, all of us need a hand sometimes. I had an experience like that recently and I had people to call (or call for me) and talk and help me out when I was bluer than blue.... I hope that you out there have someone (or can even be luckily as I am and have several people) that has your back. It is so (sometimes too hard) to get through some of this stuff by one’s self.

I have been there. I have fought through the storm without any help at all and tried to do everything for myself (so I know what that is like) and it is rough... almost took my spirituality from me completely- almost spirit-less this body would have been, just machine or even parts. It was not pleasant so I understand.

You artists out there and activists, do-ers and shakers find you some good people, good people now not just any people, around you to help you out of the darkness. Teachers are included in this category as well.

Readers, I heard something most disturbing today. A professor of mine (I will not say who) said that she thought writing and teachers are not activism. I hardly and verbally on here disagree with this statement. I think reading this and writing this are both education that hopefully leads to activism.

The education system is exactly the same. If you are not sparking your students (at least a few of them) to do activist work then shame on you, we need students inspired and sparked to do something, fix something and do anything.

Don’t just disregard our work because it is written down or because it is spoken word passed down from teachers to their students (and hopefully teachers learn something as well). I absolutely think that this is activism. I was inspired to write this book and to write and submit that paper for Queer Theory and am reading on a panel at South Carolina University.

Teaching does make a difference. Writing is art. And I know art makes a difference. Art makes a difference in my life every day, the quality of life and not having to feel alone and wounded.

Also, you friends and lovers and helpers of artists and movers and shakers, you need some people too that help you out. I know that we can drive you crazy, so get some good people around you and you do some of the things you want to do as well. You have great power and wealth inside, beauty. I have not forgotten to mention you.

We will work things out. I’m not going to leave ya hanging even though I know I can be optimistic about such matters. I can’t resist the urge to say again: We will work your shit out. No worries...

The world is on fire. It is hard out there and in here and we need to start getting our people together. I have a bad feeling that it is only going to get worse. I will not give all my details but I feel the tension building and the hardships coming. So all this to say, we carry on. We are all still here, yes? I think so.

We trek on through God knows what but usually we come out on the other side. I care not how/who./whom/what you get for yourself to help you through it, but I do encourage you to get these things ready. I know I still pray when I’m scared but that is just me and some have these ways and some have others way.

It doesn’t make a bit of difference what your way of preparing is (not violent though) I say it is probably a good way to go. Just positive things, things to add to your life, help you get through. We all have to get through somehow. Once again, comedic relief I find very helpful, a variety of songs and movies, stand up, ya know other stuff too. You do what you gotta do.

I want to add some funny stuff in here, come to think of it. I want you to laugh in your seats for a moment and take your worries off your shoulders. I am not usually a comic among most people... I am very sarcastic and “bitchy” I guess some call me... but hopefully it makes you laugh and if it does, that job is done.

I invoke the spirits of the north, south, east, and west cosmic sources to channel or otherwise dazzle and most giggle or gossip a bit at least on how crazy this sounds all coming from the same person: tell your friends, I don’t mind.

Chemicals are crystallizing in a very odd sort of Dr. Seuss kind of way... They flutter in the wind like ash or snow... chimneys under which people sit and cuddle together or write or listen to music alone and make wonders, do wonderful changing things.

I thought your comprehension as well as mine was pretty good, and we can do something with this, together without green pastures to roam in and always sing happy songs of life and happiness. We like to get our hands dirty a bit. I know I do. I love a challenge and a way to fight through and make it and be stubborn as hell about it.

Swapping Stories with the Showerhead

I took crucifixes off the shelves of the saints

and wore them around my neck,

catacombs also warn like red scarves in the snow.

Rock back and forth to keep the faith

that the earth still turns on its stomach,

24-7 bellyache in my opinion.

Oh my God, Oh my God

the house is on fire! The children are home!

The woman cries into the street,

the firefighters,

arrive on the scene,

only to find a pbs special of Jim Jones

and his kool aid transubstantiation.

The whores on bourbon street-

the same reincarnated Sabine Women,

the sphinxes of the Egyptians,

Mary Magdalene dies, again, alone and crying,

history can be unkind to those he does not understand.

....

It was early morning,

I left the Viper Room around 3 am,

possessed by the green fairy

I headed south as anyone in their left mind would do

to the corner where the sewer runs to the sea (rudely, and without apology).

I sat,

smoked a whiskey,

slurped down a cigarette

and headed home.

I swear she was awake

when I left her in the care of the piano,

to buy her a stiff cup of coffee,

and find her a cab

with a smiley disposition.

....

This lifestyle was disfiguring at best,

more time swapping stories with the shower head

than with the professors at the established universities,

the mercenaries for each new fad,

Gucci purses from snakeskin

psychological warfare and suicide bombers.

....

Times weren’t so bad,

every story has a sideline,

an excuse for profanity,

a fatal femme fatale flawed fall guy.

I’d give my right pocket of my favorite jeans

to sink back into my dreams

and go skinny dipping

for the pleasure of the howling moon.

....