Psychic Spying

Doctor, Constancy
Sometimes, I get the idea that the cards are not just about me. It's as though I am tapping into an entirely different situation. In short, you might call it Psychic Spying. This has happened a lot of late and is probably due to my having a mate who has not been feeling herself. I am pretty sure that the cards are dipping into her situation again today. I think that the patient in the first card is the friend. Many of us hit rough spots in our life and this card encourages her to sit down and try to take the weight off of her feet (mentally, as well as physically). As a couple, the two cards suggest that she is still in need of support. I spoke with her this afternoon and it is obvious that she is going to need more time and help before she can get back to normal. Some kind of doctor or specialist will likely be part of her recovery. Constancy confirms that this is an ongoing thing.

I bought the Sibilla della Zingara on my way to a friend's house many years ago. She was frustrated with her tarot studies and liked the no-nonsense intuitive approach to these cards. In the small panthlet that comes with the set, it is said that the gypsy told of just two things which must be kept in mind when reading the oracle - the image, which "provoked feelings and memories in the heart and mind", and the title, which "guided sensitivities and perception in the right direction". Since we all have our own personal experiences, anyone can read a pack like this straight from the box. Even though I use a lot of the traditional meanings when reading the tarot cards, I tend to prefer this way of reading. After all, what is the point of there being so many different styles of illustration and packs of cards if we read them all exactly the same? My friend and I had a lot of fun laying out the Sibilla della Zingara initially. Rather than delve into a companion book (of which there isn't one I have seen), we had to lay trust in our mere reactions to what was on the cards. I don't suppose that everyone enjoys that kind of responsibility.

The weekend's heatwave now lays under a good few centremetres of puddles. It has been raining since yesterday afternoon and the sky is blank and grey. I have a strong fondness for the rain though. I love it's smell and the noise it makes on the window. I remember sleeping in an older boyfriend's car when I was about 22. We parked up somewhere in the rain and curled up together for a nap. There is something really comforting about the tip-tapping of rain on a car roof. I can hear it now if I concentrate hard enough. I have things to do for Friday but I have claimed today for myself. I didn't have a chance to relax properly last week, so today is about pottering, tidying, and reading. Despite the answering of work-related emails that won't wait, I will get back on with the stuff I need to do tomorrow.



Illustrations from the Sibilla della Zingara