I'm only going to touch lightly on the tarot tonight, and even so not as such. What I mean is, at our monthly CTTA meeting the other day we discussed dream shields (a Native American device) and being a psychic detective.
The dream shield section of the talk was rather philosophical, and I have to admit that without my notes I don't think I would have remembered much of it. However, it was incredibly interesting and the lady giving the talk, Philomina (I hope!) had the MOST amazing hair! she's almost 60, doesn't look it, and only ever cuts her hair when she has split ends. You go, ladyjaan!!
The psychic detective work, on the other hand, really touched something in me. As a cartomancer it's my purpose to listen to the problems of my sitters and offer them advice and possibilities. Why not take that a step in a more formal direction and help the police with our gifts? Not only cartomancy, but runes, bones or just feelings are an incredible help to the police, and would you believe, they're so much more open to the idea of psychic detective work than what we would think.
In fact, I'll get her permission, then post details for the lady who gave the talk up on the next blog.
Now, time for the serious (and very touchy) part of the post.
We had a friend over for coffee this evening and as the conversation went we got talking about the nastier sides of family. Not my family, not your family, but families worldwide.
As a prime example: we recently went through the passing of someone very close to my family. There were things said and semi-agreements made and basically the possessions were divided among the remaining family. BOOM!! Suddenly the jewellery box is missing, three quarters of the paintings have gone to those who didn't want them originally and the furniture is also missing in action. WTF!? I mean, this poor woman has JUST died and her two eldest children and/or their partners have already villified themselves.
On the other end of the line a friend of mine is having issues with her elder sister. M has a good job with a vet where she earns what she's worth, by the grace of Goddess. Her sister, from what I understand, also has a good salary to her name, but would you believe, she's having conniptions because her little sister gets paid more than she does!
another person I know quite well used to run a company with his elder brother; point in fact, he owned the company and his brother was his employee. When the business got money in, for obvious reasons, there would be salaries all around. However, as with all artisan-based companies, there were quiet months where there were little to no salaraies. Will this older brother not run to his mother to complain!? I ask you, with tears in my tree green eyes, how the hell that works. I mean, here we have a forty-something-year-old running to their mother because little brother can't pay his salary. So little brother, being the upstanding guy that he is, pays his big brother - out of his own fucking pocket!!
Sorry, I just realised I've never actually sworn on this blog before.
This is one of a few examples I can list here of people bullying one of their own family members. I mean, seriously, wake up, people! Blood is supposed to be thicker than water. We're supposed to be taking care of each other; instead we run around behind each other's back and try to belittle our family members because they have less, or their lives have worked out differently to ours. Do you know what the worst of it all is? When they're caught or confronted about it, they've conveniently got no idea what you're talking about, flat out REFUSE to see that they're in the wrong, or WILL NOT apologise for their mistakes. Fuck that shit!
So, here is a direct and very confrontational message to all you family bullies, you "better than thems" or those of you who stir trouble:
GROW UP!!
