My recent visitation by the Goddess Hermaphroditey has blown up a whirlwind of ideas. I’m coming to believe that her appearance the evening before last may have been not only to thank me for the frequent invocations of her name, here on my very own blog, but to actually put ideas into my head. And yesterday, while using my Grand Etteilla Egyptian Gypsies Tarot during a reading with a client, one of those ideas, formerly just a soft and indistinct grey blobby thing in my mind, bobbed up to the surface and plopped out onto the table where I was able to see quite clearly what it was!
Please don’t get me wrong, I love my Egyptian Gypsies’ Tarot. But let’s face it, I’m not an Egyptian Gypsy, although Great-Grannie seemed to think that she was descended from one (or perhaps two). So perhaps after all I am a bit of an EG… but anyway.
Now I love the picture cards, my only problem with this tarot is the Minor Arcana. The cups are familiar to me, but goodness, some cards have been invaded by nails and little green spears, not to mention pink cakes cut into four slices, and various other cakes with odd decorations on them.
So this is my grey blobby thing made distinct, my idea if you like. Aisselle Gabegie will create her very own tarot! It will be called The Grand Ellessia Tarot and all the cards will have pictures. No cakes, pink or otherwise, will be allowed in, unless of course they’re part of the picture.
I made a start as soon as my client had gone, and the first card was finished yesterday afternoon – I thought it well to start with the back-side. It’s me in a special tin-foil hat with Archie, one of my goats. I’ll post each card on these pages as soon as it’s finished.
And all thanks to Hermaphroditey! I really must make the offering I promised her very soon, but for the moment I think I will go back to my couch and lie down.
Love to you all, Aisselle
Four of Tinfoil Hats
Four of Tinfoil Hats on Flickr
I have rested, and am renewed. This morning I created a new card for my Grand Ellessia Tarot – the Four of Tinfoil Hats.
You see me on my couch in the basement in a deep recuperative state, charging my metaphysical batteries, four of my most powerful tinfoil hats above me on the shelf. They are also recharging in readiness for the next reading. I have depicted this part of my recuperation rather than the earlier part in bed with Jay. Open as I am on this, my very own blog, read by my many devoted followers, there are some things that must remain both occult and sacred.
I have received an Insight. The message is clear to me – there must be a ceremony. Not a ceremony like the one in the beautiful building that I saw on the old woman’s television, but a natural equivalent – out of doors and under fruit trees in midsummer. A hand-fasting. Jay must wear his Cernunnous antlers and I will wear my tin foil hat.
I felt so happy and excited at this Insight that I created a special card for my Grand Ellessia Tarot – The Lovers. As you can see my excitement has made me look sixteen again. Jay is, as always, Jay, and the antlers are heavy. I must run and tell him the good news now, and thank the old woman too. What a wondrous week this has been!
Till soon, Aisselle
Strength a photo by me on Flickr.
Another card finished! Little Leon the border collie is just two months old but his good breeding lineage holds him in good stead to keep our animals in line.
Today, for some reason, I was moved to work on the Death card – that XIIIth arcanum everyone dreads – for my deck.
I cannot see why everyone fears it so. Death will come to us all in the end. And Baphomet was very good about posing for me, though by the end, said he had cramp in his hoof. He flatly refused to wear either a cloak or a tinfoil hat – I was sad, but feel in the end he was right; he looks splendid.
I meditated on the card for some time before posting it here, though. I don’t want it to frighten my followers. And it said to me that while things have died away over the winter, new growth in the spring will make up for this. Do I believe in reincarnation then? Of course I do. I have been so many people and things in my long long existence. I often revisit some of my past selves. I posed for Lady Freddie Hairy once, in one of my more bestial incarnations, and was immortalised in some of her images. I was so proud.
I also remember fondly the day I watched the asp bite Cleopatra. As a slave in her retinue, I could not cheer as I would have liked, but it was so very romantic. And when General Custer rode on my back into battle on East Cavalry Field was one of my finest moments. If he had only ridden me to Gettysburg instead of changing horses,. history might have been so different.
My time as Matilda, daughter of Guillaume le Conquérant was harder. I loved and lost, and died a virgin. And sadly to this day, the history books deny my existence. No matter, I remember me well.
But enough of this. It is the now we must live in. And in the now, Death will come to us all. Let us embrace him, together with his scythe – so handy for haying. And have a cup of tea.
The Ace of Tinfoil Hats
What a beautiful day it is! The sky is blue and the sun warms even the shadows, while a little breeze blows the few cotton-wool clouds merrily along.
Jay and I went to lie in the orchard to watch these white puffs, as the shapes of clouds may reveal anything at any time, especially when I’m paying attention.
Watching one little cloud over Jay’s shoulder, I had the sensation that it was a visible kiss from Hermaphroditey herself, and immediately went into an ecstatic trance-like state from which I emerged many minutes later, barely aware of where I was. If Jay hadn’t told me of my absence from this plane (he thought I’d passed out) I might not have known at all.
But I was left with an image of my latest tinfoil hat borne upon a small cloud, and in that moment knew what I must do.
So here is a Spiritual Insight made visible for you in the form of the latest card for my Grand Ellessia Tarot – The Ace of Tinfoil Hats, source and symbol of intellectual power and passion.
Till when, Aisselle
I may walk with eyes closed because my superior intuition and psychic excellence lead me on my path.
I close my eyes so that you may open yours.
I tumble elegantly over the edge of reason so that you may find clarity.
I walk with an empty basket so you may fill it.
The goat headed king of the scallywags fishes for feelings from his furious quarry.
The sneaky box peddles its dreams at a costly price of time.
If I were a lesser being, a pathetic human beast like yourself then there would be danger of having my soul sucked into such a pantomime.
You don’t have the luxury of my wisdom so take heed and swap that slithery screen for a mirror.
Ace of Goats
The Ace of Goats is “George”. He is a volunteer because he came from a neighbour’s farm and just decided to stay with us. He is a pretty boy and a lady’s man. Content in his physical grounding he lies on the ground. He has no desire to burn, flow, fly or leap about; George is content. Casting George in the role of the Ace of Goats has had a calming effect this afternoon. I haven’t heard from Joel – although it’s only a few hours since I emailed. Perhaps I should try to be more like George.
The Guided Tour took over an hour, after which we all needed tea of various kinds. Henna brewed up some nettles (which are coming along nicely in the orchard in spite of the goats), Jay had a linden tisane and I resorted to a much-needed camomile to calm my nerves. But on the whole I count it as a victory of sorts, as Henna seemed well-pleased with the improvements we’d made, and approved of the increase in the number of goats, the fertility of which she said reminded her of Alister back in Kansas all those years ago.
After the GT and the tea, much calmed and fortified, I slipped off to my reading room in the basement and created the Chariot card for my Grand Ellessia tarot. I think there’s a definite feeling of victory about it. Now it’s finished it reminds me of the story of the aged knight who went tilting at windmills – what was his name? Don something? I have a feeling his surname was foreign and began with a Q. If I remember correctly he got into all sorts of scrapes and adventures but remained incorrigible, or perhaps indomitable.
And come to think of it, the finished card reminds me of another somewhat incorrigible man whose name began with P – we used to have a print of his hanging up in the kitchen. Grannie especially liked it because she said the goat reminded her of both the Alisters she once knew. I don’t know what happened to it.
I have to go now, Henna wants to talk to us both after supper. She’s cooking nettle and dulse risotto – delicious. I feel better about her being here after the GT and creating this card. I’m a little tired, but what I always say is that the tiredness of victory is a whole lot better than the tiredness of defeat.
Nine of Teapots
The Nine of Teapots came to me as I saw Henna advancing upon the house. My immediate thought was “I wish she would go away.” And at once I thought – the Wish Card. Maybe if I create it now, and portray myself granting wishes in the image, I will gain the power to make her feel as unwelcome as she is. For some reason few of my powers are as effective when she is around me, so simply invoking the Great Goat with offerings and glasses of mead (for Jay) did not prevent her arrival.
So I donned my very best wish-granting hat and set to work. And in no time at all, the card was complete. As I arranged it for the world to peruse I suddenly noticed that Dainty had made her way in to the party, hidden in a wicker basket. I couldn’t ask her to leave, so there she sits, gazing at you all. Enjoy her.
Oh – you need a guide to the card ? Wish for what you hope for, but be careful that you mean it. It may come to pass.
Two of Teapots
These lovey-dovey teapots will weather all seasons as they choose their paths in life. And you know, we’re all rather like teapots. Jay and I drink a lot of tea – we find it not only refreshing and stimulating, but when made with goat’s milk, sustaining too.
But fulfilling our functions in life – in my case spreading my Spiritual Insights – can, like the teapot, whose job is to brew tea rather than spread anything at all, take its toll. Usage, whether rough or gentle, accidents and mishaps, can cause stains and cracks to appear. This is why it is prudent to have two teapots rather than one to share the load of all that tea-making. The two teapots on this card represent Jay and myself, choosing the path we’ll take each day, throughout all the seasons of the year.
When you receive this card it can be telling you one of two things. Either that you’re soon to meet your soulmate for your journey through life, or to buy a spare teapot to take the strain off the one you use daily.
Six of Teapots
Why, I was just remembering the other day that there are connections between the stars and tarot and the 6 of Cups could either be that sultry Sun in Scorpio (I don’t mean to be obtuse, but this really looks more like the Netherlands to me but far be it from me to talk about nether memories and Scorpio in front of the little ones!) OR it could be a Virgo commitment thing.
Well, no matter, because this little memento from yesteryear reminds me that I need to dig those wonderful wooden shoes out of the closet and maybe dye them red and put sparklies on them. Don’t you just love sparklies? Then I could click my two heels together and you could hear it all the way from here!
However, it’s always good to remember that a good nanny goat should be able to provide you with milk for about 6 teapots full of tea, if you like goat milk of course. If you don’t, this won’t mean anything to you, I suppose. Now, where did I put my recipe box? Oh, here it is! In the closet with the wooden shoes! Serendipity!
Eight lovely certificates wing their way towards me across a beautiful Alpine scene. See how freely they fly in my direction – fences cannot contain them – they know exactly where they’re going, and so do I.
Nothing can tie us to the earth while we have the imagination to set us free. So close your eyes and imagine… what sort of certificate do you aspire to? What colour is it? Faded parchment or copy paper as sterile as sliced white bread? What are the words written painstakingly by an ancient scribe with a swan’s quill dipped in bat’s blood? Is your certificate illuminated with strange magickal glyphs, medieval figures, dragons, fairies or aliens?
Imagine no more – all this is perfectly possible and within your reach with a programme like Photoshop! And Jay has one. More later – busy, busy…
This is me, Aisselle A.T. Gabegie, with the Goddess Hermaphroditey, a symbolic Jay, Archie the goat, Whiskers the rabbit and one of my special tinfoil hats. As you can see, I’m on top of the World since starting a blog to spread my amazing Spiritual Insights!
Jay set everything up with Great-Grannie’s old globe. It was all a bit chaotic, but when Archie and Whiskers eventually got tired and decided to have a rest he was able to take a quick photo to work with.
Weren’t we blessed and lucky that the Goddess Hermaphroditey chose to grace us with her presence?
Interestingly though, I’ve made an impression on the World in more ways than one, and Great-Grannie’s globe is somewhat dented. How symbolic are the ways of the Universe!
Wheel of Fortune
Goats can bring us luck or can topple us from our secure position atop the wheel of life.
I felt that for this card a traditional approach was needed, so I delved into my memories of past lives and behold, a lovely card presented itself for my attention. Two of my goats insisted on making their presence felt, and I had great difficulty balancing while Jay sketched in the basics for me. Milky refused to play, however. Blackie almost made it to the top before the wheel spun round and deposited him on the carpet.
I do feel that this card magnificently represents the true antiquity of my craft. I also like the fire – it kept my toes warm throughout the proceedings.
All my goats are Stars in their own individual way, but Geidi has an ego to match that of any spotlight seeking pop hero. I named him after a real star in the constellation of Capricorn (it’s on the horn), because when he arrived in the world – a cute little white kid – I was just beginning my ongoing study of astrology – most useful in adding depth to a tarot reading, and probably essential for any professional Tarot Reader such as myself. Also it sounds a little like Jedi, which I thought was rather cool.
Drawing this card in a reading indicates that the light of stardom will reflect on you, either from a larger personality than your own, or that you will find yourself in the spotlight. So look forward to that happy day, and make sure you have a cool pair of shades handy like Geidi.
The glorious, yet terrible, ejaculation of goats from the foreboding, lightning-struck tower informs us that just as the goats are falling towards certain death, so too are we headed for an unavoidable and dreadful calamity.
The best thing to do if you pull this card in a reading, is to consult a professional, 100% ethical reader, ideally myself, who will tell you how to deal with the disaster that is about to befall you.
Tea time. I have all the tools of the trade in front of me, in addition to my trusty Order of the Tinfoil Hat certificate. My goat eagerly awaits the pouring of the tea. Oh yes, I share my teacup with my goats. It tastes better that way!