tidbits may 9th

I got another call just now from Tarot Lady.  They decided not to have me join the tarot group, or work the psychic fair in the fall.
I'm fine with that. I'm not really sure my skills are good enough for charging people anyways.
Little upset though that she sort of  said I shouldn't call Timothy for a while.  I get that not everyone is going to like everyone else, that's just the way life goes. But I was really looking forward to hanging out with another Wiccan.  And given he's gay, was looking forward to having a new "Stanford" in my life.  I miss JTGG more then I ever realized.
There is something just perfect about gay men. They are the perfect balance of feminine and masculine energy.

But anyways, somethings are just not meant to be. I think I've known the whole time the psychic fair just was not the right deal for me.  Hence the uneasiness about the whole thing.

I just wish everyone around me didn't keep loosing their will to be weird.

The ironic part of this is, I'm really disappointed with the news.

Twist of barbed wire

What do you do when you know someone is not worth the time of a buddy of yours?  Do you keep your mouth shut or not?
I've done both over the years. I've told my buddy when someone was playing around on then, and I've kept my mouth shut.
I've gotten in crap both times.  It's one of those no win situations, that no one comes out clean on. Not the person being cheated on, not the person cheating, and not the buddy who gets stuck with the information.

It's one of those nights, when my brain is numb from trying to work on the novel, and I was hanging around on the one social site for a bit, and just going in circles on the computer.
I've written myself into a corner. Stuck once again, unsure how to fix the chapter without deleting the whole chapter.

Ah, the first part here tonight in this post, has nothing to do with the novel, and everything to do with the social site.  Internet relationships can be the best and worst things on the planet.

Okay, as I type this right now, I'm scratching the hell out of my right shoulder and the right side of my face. And I love knowing Mr. Scratchy that you're thinking of me, I can only hope I've set some scratching off on you as well.
If you're who I think you are, then you've been tearing yourself apart for the last few hours.
But that's another theory for another time.

Okay Herman, you're like a twist of barbed wire. I'm tangled and starting to like it.

Rise to it

I got a call from Tarot Lady, asking about a potion for a client of hers.  Yeah, that's how she worded it.

Tarot Lady-:"Well, now that I know you're closer to Timothy's lifestyle then you are to mine...I have a client who has been getting regular readings now about once a month for the last six months, and she's looking to find a way to secure her boyfriend in bed. I just can't ask Timothy to make this, because he knows the man she's dating."

Me-:"Uh...what is it she's wanting? A stay faithful spell or something?"

Tarot Lady-:"Oh no, he can't get it up."

Me-:"Uh, okay well you know they have a pill for that right?"   The sarcasticness was on full tilt.

Tarot Lady-:"He won't take pills. Doesn't believe in putting chemicals into his body." 

Me-:"So asking Timothy, who being a guy might actually know something about that topic..."

She started to talk over me, cutting me off completely, getting louder.

Tarot Lady-:"I can't bring Timothy into this, because he knows the man she's dating and believes that the man is secretly in the closet, and if I tell him about this then he will do something to make him come out."

Me-:"Well, maybe that's why he can't get it up? Maybe he is gay?"

Tarot Lady-:"No, pretty sure it's just wishful thinking on Timothy's part. He thinks everyone is gay."

Me-:"Okay, I'll look through my books and notes and see what I can come up with. No pun intended."

Tarot Lady-:" What should I tell her the price will be?"

Me-:"For?"

Tarot Lady-:"The potion. What do you charge for your spells?"

Me-:" I'm just looking through a few books and writing out a recipe. And there's no guarantee that I'll even find something suitable."

Tarot Lady-:" But you're a witch. It's your job to make it.  You should have seen her face when I told her that you would do this for her. You should be able to get minimum $150 for it. "

I'm one of those people who believes spells should be free. I don't care what the spell is for, it should be free.  Bit pissed off that she went and offered my help without asking me first, then told the lady in question that I would charge her x amount for it.
I went through a similar situation ten years ago with this chick who found out I did astrology charts. That had started off so innocently, like two of her friends had asked, one offered to pay and that was cool cause it was a one time thing.  But after a few times doing the charts, I found out she was charging them way over the top for them. End of that hobby and association.
My skills in astrology are really basic. Not something I want to charge people for.

Which brings me back to this now.

Me-:"I don't know if I'm the right person for this?"

Tarot Lady-:"But you're a witch. This is what witches do, you make spells, you cast spells for a living. Do you have a website?"

And I'm thinking, can I hang up now? 

Me-:"I'll see what I can find, but I can't promise anything." 

She seemed to get distracted by something then and said she'd call me tomorrow morning for it.  Something tells me she's not the type who is used to being told no.

Back to the basics Omens 101

Sneeze on a Saturday, you'll see your true love the next day.
Sneeze on a Tuesday, you'll soon be kissed.
Your shoe laces come undone, means someone is thinking of you.
The clasp on your necklace turns to the front, someone is thinking of you.
Itchy lips, you'll soon be kissed.
Itchy nose, secret admirer.
Bottom of your left foot itches, you will travel.
Left palm itches, there is money coming to you.
Right side of your body itches, your soulmate is thinking of you.

Broom/mop/silverware fall, company is coming.
Bubbles in the coffee cup/tea cup, money is coming to you.
Rice in a ring around the pot when cooking, a storm is brewing.
Eggs cracking when being boiled, unexpected/uninvited company will stop by.
Spiderwebs on the door, your lover is cheating.
Saying someone's name accidentally when meaning to say a different name, they are talking about you.
Ears burning, someone is talking about you.

I was asked to write out some of the main omens for Connie and her friends, figured, while I was at it, I'd go over the basics once again here given I refer to them so often.  As you can see, I added more then just love omens to this.
I'm having a cup of tea and working with the tarot cards.  It's moments like this that I remember why I got into the whole magickal side of things to begin with. Noticing the strangeness of omens and synchronicity of things.

And Mr. Scratchy, if you're checking in tonight at all, please smile.

Sticky side up

So, hanging around mom's still, was in the kitchen and dropped the box of salt. She asked me what I was cooking.

Me-:"Not cooking anything. My tarot cards are sticky and it's not like you can wash them with soap and water, cause paper and all."

Mom-:"I don't get it?"

Me-:"Salt and baking soda rub will dry out the sticky, then you just wipe it all off."

Mom-:"Oh. Yeah, that makes sense. How did they end up sticky?"

Me-:"The Tarot Lady and Timothy yesterday were eating chicken wings in between the readings."

Mom found this to be hysterical. I'm not foo-foo about handling my cards, but at the same time I don't like having things like sauces anywhere near them. Just common sense.

While I was doing that, I got a friends request from some guy on the social site. He liked a comment I had made about the Mad Hatter.  Of course.  I'm being teased now by the general cosmos.  Anyways, I accepted the guy's friend's request. Which ended up causing some strife, as he's the dude that the teenaged girl I talk to is crushing on. The one who is in his late 30's.

Great, wonderful like my life wasn't already a mess. 

Tidbits late night

I was chatting a bit with Cheryl just now, she was telling me about another date with the new guy she met last week. They went to a concert tonight. She hated it. Seems they do not have the same taste in music.

Cheryl-:"So, any news on the dating front?"

Me-:"No. Saw this cute guy when I was out today, but didn't introduce myself or anything, was told that I am going to meet a guy in the next few months during a tarot reading, and this kid that I've been talking to on a wrestling thingie made a few passes at me. But nothing solid."

Cheryl-:"Okay back the truck up. What do you mean kid?"

Me-:"There is this kid I chat with sometimes on a my friend's list, and he's made a few flirty comments in the last week or so. All this time, I've been under the impression he's 17 and tonight he tells me he's 29. He sure as hell doesn't look it. The other day, he said he's planning a trip to Canada and asked me if I would get together for coffee with him if he happens to come through my city?  I think he thinks I live in a major metro or something?"

Cheryl-:"And you said yes right?"

Me-:"Sort of. I said sure, but I really don't expect him to come through my city, nor do I ever plan on giving him my address or anything."

Cheryl-:"But if he's that old, he's not a kid."

Me-:"There is no way he's that old."

Cheryl-:"Are you sure?"    I gave her the link to his profile, which oddly enough now reads that he was originally from Canada and moved to Mexico when he was five. That, was not there yesterday.
"Hummm. Yeah, I think you're right. I would say he's about 20 if that."

Me-:"With men, it's so hard to tell sometimes. They can look a lot older or younger, depends on if they are clean shaven or not."

 Cheryl-:"I say go for it! You need a little romance in your life. Who cares how old he is as long as he's over 18."

It seems, I am the only person I know who has an issue with age differences when dating.  I can't help it, the older I get, the smaller I want the gap to be with any man I get involved with.  I'm 39, and my limit would be around 28 years old. Anything younger then that and you're just asking for trouble.

The 3 of Pentacles

I walked into Tarot Lady's apartment around 5:30pm, and was greeted by Timothy, a very sweet very large gay man. After hugging me, he told me that he heard names.  He rattled off a list of  names, then held up his hand and said that he got the strongest vibe off of one of them.

Me-:"If you say Johnathan I'm running back downstairs."

He just held up his hands and sat down shuffling the tarot cards.  I did a reading for both Tarot Lady and for Timothy, and midway he just grinned at me as he lit a cigarette.

Me-:"Okay, what did I say?"  thinking I might have actually been right about something in the reading.  Which, it ended up I was right about more then even I thought I was. I mentioned the name of his ex-boyfriend, described what his boss looks like, and even picked up on a necklace that meant something to him, which he'd lost.  I was on a high.  Ha, take that Mr. Scratchy! That means I've been right about something in regards to you all these months. Yes, I'm being a arse right now but I'm on a tarot high.

Timothy-:"The name ----- mean anything? Like an old lover?"  I cringed, he then went ahead and described my ex. "He's going to show up again. You'll have to make a choice about something when he does."

Me-:"There is no choice, he left and that's that. I don't need anything from him."

Timothy-:"You have to have closure. You need to talk to him."  I don't want to hear that. I made a face and started to change the subject.  "Okay, so who's Johnathan?"  he smiled at me.

Me-:"This kid who delivers pizza. Not important."  I was scratching the hell out of the right side of my face and arm for the first hour I was there.

He out right laughed, and pulled another card out of the deck. "That's not what I'm seeing. I'm seeing someone else."  The reading he did for me lasted almost 45 minutes, most readings take about 15 minutes.
It was after 9:30pm when the readings were done.  I'm still unsure if I should be doing the psychic fair in the fall, but I was really glad I met Timothy.  We talked for hours about some of the people we've known in common over the years in the wicca community. He seemed really giddy when I told him I saw a new boyfriend in his cards.

I got back to my mom's apartment and saw that there were two messages from Walsh.  I texted him, asking what was up.

Walsh-:"What the hell took you so long to reply?"

Me-:"I was upstairs hanging out with mom's neighbours, left phone in mom's apartment."

Walsh-:"So you haven't been watching wrestling tonight?"

Me-:"No. Mom's DVRing it, going to watch it now. Why? Am I going to hate it tonight?"

Walsh-:"The Pack won their match. Mad Hatter got the pin."

Me-:"Okay, that's all you wanted? Thanks for the spoiler love that."

Walsh-:"Went for coffee with a friend and was going to invite you along to introduce you to him, but too late now."

Interesting night, lots to process.