Black Tar Tarot, white lines of Runes.
The old bird’s been out of the game for a while. Sometimes life creeps up on a dude. What’s funny about divination is how pulling certain items or getting a particular response seems to impart very personal meanings the more a person gets used to it.
Every night, I pull a rune that sort of encapsulates the following day, and ones that can seem negative tend to have useful results, and ones that seem benign can indicate frustration or disappointment. I guess a part of that is how the person feels about the subject matter. I pull the rune representing humanity, and I get the idea that somehow I’m going to be let down or let someone down, for better or worse. I pull the rune for hail and storms, and often the day points to some measure of adaptivity and joy in the randomness, but I have a tendency to get caught up in the weather. Maybe this just says that I’m a misanthrope who would do better sitting in a freezer with a high-powered fan.
The other thing is that divination’s like gambling: it can get addictive, where a lack of acceptance or surety can have a person pulling one more card, or doing a reading over again, to get the desired result, while wasting away precious daylight shufflig or noodling around in a bag. The stuff pulled doesn’t really dictate action as much as it points to where things could most likely go at that particular time.
But, sometimes the best way to get around that is to quit cold turkey for a few months. It’s sometimes more helpful to be without externalized decision-making processes and to trust in your gut, not your fear. Shit will go wrong at some point, but that isn’t always a bad thing. It’s hard to take the blame when something’s always at hand to be the scapegoat, or act as a tool for such. “Well, I did what the cards said.” “I expected this to happen from this astrological aspect today, and it didn’t, so I can blame the stars.” All the planets did was move in their orbit, and all the cards did was get shuffled while presenting an image. All of the interpretation was done by the diviner, and the blame soundly rests on the person when things go wrong. That’s the tough lesson at the end of any sort of fortune telling: The individual interprets and makes the decision based on that data, and thus the repercussions are on the individual rather than the environment. You only have yourself to blame when your life’s great. You’re the only one making your life suck. Responsibility is the most freeing burden that exists.
