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Tarot: The Fool
Pele's little sister was a badass healer. Her name was Hi'iaka. I'm reading a Hawai'ian myths and legends book we brought back from our trip. I just had to say that, because it's awesome.
Meanwhile, here is the latest tarot picture, and a story.
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You see why I have so little investment in this world? he said. The magic is a step away for me.
Heya, kin. You're invited.
I know your teeth are right there. You've been here before. Come with me. Where would you like to go?
They crouched together on a ridge, looking out over the tops of trees. She stood and stepped into the wind.
It was some time before now.
Listen, he said. It is too quiet.
I hear the wind, she answered. What should I be hearing?
The sounds of the woods settling into night. Crickets.
It's too far below, she said. There are just rocks up here.
Do you want to go higher?
She nodded assent, and they climbed. The wind was quieter, so close to the cliff, and the rock was cold beneath their bare hands and toes. Good to climb, the kind of good they would feel in sore muscles tomorrow. He drew strength from the smell of the wood, the rock and the trees. She was high enough now to feel alone. The stone underneath them was dark, almost black.
Can we lie here and look at the sky? he asked.
Reluctantly she stopped.
Where is the moon, kin? he said.
I can't see it. Just stars.
Good.
Confused, she turned to face him.
Too much light would be too easy. This is just enough light to mark me.
Mark you? No - you are the one who should mark me.
Very well, he said. Let's climb a little higher.
They came to a ledge, off to the right of the slope. Space for both of them. A good place, with a long stretch of rock beneath them, and the open sky.
I haven't marked you before, he said. Are you ready?
Yes.
Then tell me what you see.
There was silence. The occasional rattle of a pebble. His dark silhouette beside her, no details, but radiating warmth and the smell of him.
Then I will mark you with fire and earth, he said. Do you know the signs?
She shook her head.
He held her right arm and slashed a jagged lightning bolt onto the side of her right bicep. She took a breath. He grabbed her left arm then and carved another jagged line, the crest of a mountain. Blood dripped down her skin. He pressed his lips to it.
She stood very still.
Feel the mountain beneath your feet, kin. This is why you are barefoot. Can you feel it?
She nodded.
This is yours now. What will you do? He waited with his hands at his sides.
Jump. Fly with me, kin.
With you. Yes.
And the wind carried them both up, lifting them out from the rocks and high over the trees.
Finally, he breathed. His face lit with joy.
No more dusk - it was full dark now. Or was it? The sky kept changing. No matter, there was still the wind on their faces, rushing past.
What do you see, kin? he asked. Hunt with me.
She saw the edge of a forest, a river, all lit by starlight. The other mountains spread around them. There was the smell of water, sharp even up here. Animals far below them were tiny sparks of light.
This is not what we want. We want fire. Which way?
She asked, More fire than the lightning that's already in the air?
Yes. What say you now, kin? Shall we steal the sun?
You know I can't turn that down. And why must I be named?
He laughed. No name, kin, but to steal the sun you need a form. I am raven.
I have a form, she said. It is indistinct.
Good. Take whatever form you require.
She sensed black, and deep purple, and flashes of lightning. What do you see?
He answered, I see the sun peeking over the horizon. It's time.
Then we have our heading. She shot forward, a blur through the air, and he followed.
He used his beak to break the bond of the sun to the sky.
She dove into it, so that she could seize hold of it.
We have it!
Then let's fly!
Give me a bit to swallow so that I may have fire too.
She scooped some in one fist and tossed it out. He snapped it up.
Thank you, kin.
Fly with me, raven! she said.
Not for long. He gasped. I am changing. It is burning me.
Where to? You are outside the light, you can see.
North. North and west. We will be safe there.
She veered around mid-flight. Safe? Safe from what?
We have stolen the sun. Someone will come looking.
We will never hide it.
No, he said. What will you do when they come, then? In the north we can hold the sun for many days before it must be night.
I still have teeth, she said.
Against the whole of the world, kin? You are brave.
I have done it before.
Then we will stay here, until we have purpose. No point in stealing the sun with no goal. What is our goal?
What made you say we didn't have one?
I don't know it, he said. I am only a thief.
You are more than a thief. You fly with me.
Where to, then, and why? I have never had a purpose in my life.
Then we need to land until you find it. You can not borrow mine forever.
No! he said. I will not leave the sky.
Then let us find it up here.
He cursed out loud as his body grew heavy and fell.
She dove, grabbed him, wrapped her arms around him. His form was changing under her hands.
He cursed again. Leave me, kin!
No!
Let me go! He was wolf now. Let me go!
Up here? If I let you go, you would die.
So be it. He bit her, again, again, tearing into her flesh.
She fought back, twisting out of the way. Kin you will kill us both!
It is my nature! He snapped at her again.
Bleeding, she pulled him around, trying to keep his head out of reach. But he was changing again. Head of a wolf, body of a man. Bleeding light from many wounds. Cursing.
She wrapped her legs around his torso, her arms holding his.
No! I will drag you down. Let go!
I have the sun to draw power from.
Please let go.
Why?
I don't want -
Why not?
I.... Don't let go.
She held him tight.
What am I? He was changing again.
I see a man. A naked man.
Oh shit. I don't.
What do you see?
I see a reflection. It can't be. Because I have words. I shouldn't have words. The wolf took them. I - have - words?
She continued to hold him tight. What do you hear? she asked.
A bird.
What do you smell?
Clay.
What kind of clay?
I don't know. It is red. He hesitated. The feathers were drifting away. I am afraid.
Then let us land, so that we might catch them.
You have no wings, how will you land?
I have the sun. The sun will carry us down.
I am afraid of the ground too. Should I touch it, should I go back to being wolf? It is who I am.
She waited.
The air is cool in my lungs.
I only feel the heat, she answered.
Cool and heat together. Where are we?
North. North and west.
Where is the mountain?
Beneath us.
Where is the sky?
Above.
Then we are not north and west, he said. We are above and below. Where is the sun?
All around us. Her voice faltered. Should I put it back?
No.
So she waited.
He asked, Is this my fate? What should I do?
You marked me with earth and fire, she answered.
Earth and fire. This is my fate. Then I will earn it. Will you come with me?
What do you mean, earn it?
Learn it. Learn who I am.
I will come, she said.
Meanwhile, here is the latest tarot picture, and a story.
Photoshop and MotionComputing tablet
You see why I have so little investment in this world? he said. The magic is a step away for me.
Heya, kin. You're invited.
I know your teeth are right there. You've been here before. Come with me. Where would you like to go?
They crouched together on a ridge, looking out over the tops of trees. She stood and stepped into the wind.
It was some time before now.
Listen, he said. It is too quiet.
I hear the wind, she answered. What should I be hearing?
The sounds of the woods settling into night. Crickets.
It's too far below, she said. There are just rocks up here.
Do you want to go higher?
She nodded assent, and they climbed. The wind was quieter, so close to the cliff, and the rock was cold beneath their bare hands and toes. Good to climb, the kind of good they would feel in sore muscles tomorrow. He drew strength from the smell of the wood, the rock and the trees. She was high enough now to feel alone. The stone underneath them was dark, almost black.
Can we lie here and look at the sky? he asked.
Reluctantly she stopped.
Where is the moon, kin? he said.
I can't see it. Just stars.
Good.
Confused, she turned to face him.
Too much light would be too easy. This is just enough light to mark me.
Mark you? No - you are the one who should mark me.
Very well, he said. Let's climb a little higher.
They came to a ledge, off to the right of the slope. Space for both of them. A good place, with a long stretch of rock beneath them, and the open sky.
I haven't marked you before, he said. Are you ready?
Yes.
Then tell me what you see.
There was silence. The occasional rattle of a pebble. His dark silhouette beside her, no details, but radiating warmth and the smell of him.
Then I will mark you with fire and earth, he said. Do you know the signs?
She shook her head.
He held her right arm and slashed a jagged lightning bolt onto the side of her right bicep. She took a breath. He grabbed her left arm then and carved another jagged line, the crest of a mountain. Blood dripped down her skin. He pressed his lips to it.
She stood very still.
Feel the mountain beneath your feet, kin. This is why you are barefoot. Can you feel it?
She nodded.
This is yours now. What will you do? He waited with his hands at his sides.
Jump. Fly with me, kin.
With you. Yes.
And the wind carried them both up, lifting them out from the rocks and high over the trees.
Finally, he breathed. His face lit with joy.
No more dusk - it was full dark now. Or was it? The sky kept changing. No matter, there was still the wind on their faces, rushing past.
What do you see, kin? he asked. Hunt with me.
She saw the edge of a forest, a river, all lit by starlight. The other mountains spread around them. There was the smell of water, sharp even up here. Animals far below them were tiny sparks of light.
This is not what we want. We want fire. Which way?
She asked, More fire than the lightning that's already in the air?
Yes. What say you now, kin? Shall we steal the sun?
You know I can't turn that down. And why must I be named?
He laughed. No name, kin, but to steal the sun you need a form. I am raven.
I have a form, she said. It is indistinct.
Good. Take whatever form you require.
She sensed black, and deep purple, and flashes of lightning. What do you see?
He answered, I see the sun peeking over the horizon. It's time.
Then we have our heading. She shot forward, a blur through the air, and he followed.
He used his beak to break the bond of the sun to the sky.
She dove into it, so that she could seize hold of it.
We have it!
Then let's fly!
Give me a bit to swallow so that I may have fire too.
She scooped some in one fist and tossed it out. He snapped it up.
Thank you, kin.
Fly with me, raven! she said.
Not for long. He gasped. I am changing. It is burning me.
Where to? You are outside the light, you can see.
North. North and west. We will be safe there.
She veered around mid-flight. Safe? Safe from what?
We have stolen the sun. Someone will come looking.
We will never hide it.
No, he said. What will you do when they come, then? In the north we can hold the sun for many days before it must be night.
I still have teeth, she said.
Against the whole of the world, kin? You are brave.
I have done it before.
Then we will stay here, until we have purpose. No point in stealing the sun with no goal. What is our goal?
What made you say we didn't have one?
I don't know it, he said. I am only a thief.
You are more than a thief. You fly with me.
Where to, then, and why? I have never had a purpose in my life.
Then we need to land until you find it. You can not borrow mine forever.
No! he said. I will not leave the sky.
Then let us find it up here.
He cursed out loud as his body grew heavy and fell.
She dove, grabbed him, wrapped her arms around him. His form was changing under her hands.
He cursed again. Leave me, kin!
No!
Let me go! He was wolf now. Let me go!
Up here? If I let you go, you would die.
So be it. He bit her, again, again, tearing into her flesh.
She fought back, twisting out of the way. Kin you will kill us both!
It is my nature! He snapped at her again.
Bleeding, she pulled him around, trying to keep his head out of reach. But he was changing again. Head of a wolf, body of a man. Bleeding light from many wounds. Cursing.
She wrapped her legs around his torso, her arms holding his.
No! I will drag you down. Let go!
I have the sun to draw power from.
Please let go.
Why?
I don't want -
Why not?
I.... Don't let go.
She held him tight.
What am I? He was changing again.
I see a man. A naked man.
Oh shit. I don't.
What do you see?
I see a reflection. It can't be. Because I have words. I shouldn't have words. The wolf took them. I - have - words?
She continued to hold him tight. What do you hear? she asked.
A bird.
What do you smell?
Clay.
What kind of clay?
I don't know. It is red. He hesitated. The feathers were drifting away. I am afraid.
Then let us land, so that we might catch them.
You have no wings, how will you land?
I have the sun. The sun will carry us down.
I am afraid of the ground too. Should I touch it, should I go back to being wolf? It is who I am.
She waited.
The air is cool in my lungs.
I only feel the heat, she answered.
Cool and heat together. Where are we?
North. North and west.
Where is the mountain?
Beneath us.
Where is the sky?
Above.
Then we are not north and west, he said. We are above and below. Where is the sun?
All around us. Her voice faltered. Should I put it back?
No.
So she waited.
He asked, Is this my fate? What should I do?
You marked me with earth and fire, she answered.
Earth and fire. This is my fate. Then I will earn it. Will you come with me?
What do you mean, earn it?
Learn it. Learn who I am.
I will come, she said.
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So we are learning just to put a little note to say we're here and reading.
Been so ill lately. Been reading it a few lines at a time. Been that bad. Eh. Oh well. We'll get there.
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Yeah, I like it a lot when people comment on my art, but they don't have to. I had a couple people comment on LJ and that was good. I also watch the view stats, so I figured this was probably just a piece that was harder to talk about, not necessarily that it was a less successful piece of art. I appreciate the "reading" note.
Take care of yourselves and I hope you feel better soon. I saw that you'd been feeling pretty bad.
- j-t
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Card...
Well, it is confusing to the eye, is it a griffon or a wer-wolf? The whole visuals of the sun/bird/wolf/person is pulling my eye and mind in so many different directions. L is saying it would be wicked (ie awesome) to interpret in a reading. So much possibility, and in that opening up the reader's psyche to interpreting the person and their energy/spirit. (you know how when you cold-read that is basically what you are doing? This card would be good to tap you into that level of cold-reading. L likes it, I think she is trying to say ;-)
It's almost like "It's so confusing I'm not sure I could ever understand it, so I'm now looking at the rest of the card for clues. The drum on the rocks. The almost heart-shape the river forms. affairs of the heart linking the past or mysteries(mountains in the distant, not well-drawn, mysterious) with the clarity of climbing up the rocks, the perch with the drum. Drum = messages, the flute = linking with spirit.
L says too this river running through the green meadows... have to think about what green means to us/reader, and the person. Fertility? ease? positive? or is it toxic green algae or sludge kind of green. The way it seemed during the reading would be a way too of picking up intuitively.
Wow, finally our brain had enough spoons to get into the card a bit!
Now I should go read the meaning and find out what it is! Might be interesting!
What was happening with the viewing stats? *curious*
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I didn't even realize I was putting a heart-shape in the river. Yay for happy accidents!
The viewing stats were similar to what they were for the other cards I've done. That means a lot of people got curious enough to click the cut for the story link, even if they didn't say anything.
I'm being really careful about how I take in writing feedback at the moment because of Nano. So I'm curious, but there's no rush because I probably couldn't answer right away. Or *mischevious* one of you could give it to Lin.
- j-t