I am a self-confessed OSHO Zen Tarot junkie. I mean--I have had this deck for a decade and a half and I use it almost twice a week. It is my touch stone.
Last night I drew a major arcana card in the last position of the Celtic Cross. It was, in this deck, COURAGE, and it showed a pair of wobbly wild flowers emerging from a crack in a rock.
it kind of terrified me, but I'm overdramatic I suppose. Here is spring, knocking down every door. In my nest-cage, Bethany has aptly gotten me calling it thus, the Magnolia Stellata has burst forth its starry blooms with no holding back. This tree is NOT saving for tomorrow. No; go see for yourself. Map is over there in my tiny awkward-looking side bar of the blog.
"My" magnolia stellata could be seen as dying, as much as living, she's giving so much out. What a whore! What a hooker! What a slut!! Yes-- she's really putting out. And I find it kind of creepy. Everyone seems to think spring is so dang cute, as though it were designed for children, as though it were G-rated.
HELLO IT IS NOT. It has me looking over my shoulder and between my toes. Do I dare to see in myself that magnolia's doppelganger? WHAT OPENING MUST I MAKE WAY FOR? AND YOU WANT ME TO RELAX ABOUT THIS??
What does this have to do with MEAT SPACE DIARIES 2/3? Nothing. Oh, nothing at all, officer.