I recently ordered a new deck for Jake (not his actual name, but an easier-to-pronounce version.) The tarot deck he had originally asked for ended up not quite clicking with him, so he passed it on to the spirits I work with–who absolutely love it, so it’s found a good home. He wanted an oracle deck rather than tarot, and something with gentler themes and a softer color scheme.
After looking around and asking the Tumblr divination community for recommendations, we settled on the Inner Star Oracle. I ordered it, and the estimated shipping (from Australia) was at least two weeks.
The deck showed up in the mail yesterday.
Less than a week after I’d purchased it.
I’ve ordered stuff that has Meaning and have had it show up earlier than estimated, but that’s the fastest I’ve had anything arrive (considering the two week shipping time.)
I’ve had stuff like this happen before, but I’m still stunned.
I never thought I’d work with ghosts.
Like a lot of things on my path, it’s the last thing I expected that fits me the best.
The spirits I’ve begun to deal with on my sacred Kingship path are ghosts and monsters, and the ghosts think getting this song stuck in my head to get my attention is hilarious.
*is pondering recent developments within his life first thing in the morning*
Varian: I feel like my life is a fanfic.
the Madman: Dear, I think you passed “fanfic” a long time ago.
Varian: You’re right. My life is a fairy tale.
the Madman: Need I remind you that Love is infinite?
Varian: No, I know that, it’s just…this is overwhelming right now. I’m side-eyeing the hell out of e/Everyone right now, especially my feelings involving [person].
Varian: Take just one part of my past life, and you’ve got an action/adventure/romance movie plot. Smash it all together, and you’ve got a fairy tale.
Half the time when I wonder if any of this is real, and I get a sign, it’s something wonderful and awe-inspiring.
The other half of the time, it’s humorous or exasperating in just how obvious it is.
I’ve talked before about how I associate several of my deities with the moon, and about how many mixed feelings I have about that symbolism now, because of the emotional fallout of Otherworld Drama that happened this summer.
The Madman and I were talking about what I could possibly do to help me heal and move on from all this, and he suggested I get a new set of prayer beads. The beads would be a symbol of a clean start for myself in my practice, and a symbol for my chosen Family, rather than something that held old memories.
So I started browsing Etsy.
*Varian finds a set of moon themed prayer beads*
*ravens outside start cawing*
*Varian goes to move away from the beads*
*ravens outside go fucking nuts*
*Varian debates over the beads some more*
*ravens will not shut up*
*Varian adds the beads to his cart and buys them*
*ravens go silent*
I’m in shock.
All that Otherworld Drama that’s made me and my Family’s lives absolute hell over the past few months…it’s over.
My Beloveds and I are very, very shaken up, but…we’re safe now.
There’s going to be fallout from this, but we’re going to be okay.
Context: I was waiting for a movie to start, and all the previews were for action movies. This conversation happened.
the Madman: Why would anyone want to live in an action movie?
Varian: I have no idea. I mean, I joke that my life is a fanfic, but now we’re at the Angsty Plot Twists section of it, combined with a nice helping of the The Hero’s Past is Back to Haunt Him trope.
the Madman: And it sucks.
Varian: Yes, it does.