Chains, Whips, and Posh Noise Cancelling Devices

Tarot, The Lovers, by bluefooted“Tarot, The Lovers”, by bluefooted

Lily read the sign hanging above the door of her shop, Fortune Telling Lessons, and sighed. She hated having to peddle her gift. But fortune telling was losing most of its fortune, and Lily still needed to pay bills and feed her dogs. Deep in her gut, her principles (and the cards that told her that her new ventures were opening her life to the dark eyes of chaos) were wishing her first student would never show up.

“Greetings, Madam Seer!”

“What?” The loud and bright-as-glass-shards voice made Lily jump.

The girl smiling in front of her stretched a hand, gloved in black lace from nail tip to elbow. Everything she wore was black. Her irises were black. “I signed up for your Tarot class? I’m Luciernega.”

“Like the glow-worm?” Lily blinked a few times. “I thought your name was Christine.”

“It was. But someone who tells the future must be called something more mysterious than Christine.”

“I see,” Lily said, guiding her into the shop. She had been startled by what she had noticed of the girl’s personality. But after three cups of chamomile tea and a tour of the shop, the girl’s peculiar ways were starting to grow on her.

Half an hour later, they sat across from each other on the small round table Lily had designated her teaching space. Luciernega’s garb matched the tablecloth.

“Before I attempt to teach you my method of seeing with the cards,” Lily cut the deck, “I think it’s important we learn about what you can already see on your own.” She flipped her Future card to reveal The Lovers. “Look at the card. Breathe in the image. Savor its substance. Digest it. Let it permeate your senses. Invite it to share itself with you. Taste it… Can you taste it?”

“Oh, I can taste it,” Luciernega said, her wild eyes fixed on the card.

“Good. That’s really good,” Lily whispered the words. “Now tell me what the card says about my future.”

Luciernega cocked her head to one side. “It hints of depths and hipness.”

Hipness… Lily thought. “But what does it say about what’s to come?”

Luciernega’s eyes were tightly shut. “It says tomorrow depends on decisions involving the chicest of socks and rather compromising tentacle porn.”

Lily took a deep breath, told herself that everyone sees and learns differently. “What else do you see?”

“Blindfolds are to be avoided.” Luciernega’s tone held a nearly terrifying surety. “But a stethoscope over the heart is a must. Wait!” The girl smacked the card. “There is something else.”

“What is it?” Lily’s heart drummed anxiety tunes against the inside of her ribcage. “Tell me, child.”

“Earmuffs, I think. No, not earmuffs—way too small for earmuffs… It’s one of those really posh noise cancelling devices. Earbuds. You’ll travel in a plane. Or, perhaps, you’re just moving to New York City and need a way to protect your tympanic membrane from destruction.”

Lily had to visualize paid bills and well fed dogs, in order to keep herself from telling the girl that she had no future in the fortune telling arts. “Anything else?”

“Yes. I see chains, whips… and I hear susurrations of lost innocence, gained thrusts and safe words.”

Lily must’ve stayed silent for too long, because Luciernega had opened her eyes and was now watching her with concern that seemed older than the world. “There is no need to cry,” the girl in black said.

“Cry?” Lily said, lifting a hand to her cheek and discovering evidence of liquid frustration spilling out of her eyeballs. She couldn’t teach this Christine gone Luciernega. The girl is half mad, she thought.

“Seriously, Madam Seer, don’t cry.” Luciernega patted Lily’s hand. “If you give it to your lover easily and fearlessly—using the right combination of thrusts and safe words, of course—all will be just fine.

Lily wailed. The city was going to cut her power, and she would have to find new homes for her dogs. The idea of her old puppies living away from her was breaking her heart. She just couldn’t—

“The card doesn’t say anything about old puppies, but your heart line extends to the Mount of Jupiter. See?” Luciernega ran a fingertip from the edge of Lily’s hand to the spot where palm met forefinger. “Right below your index, that’s lots of love, Madam Seer… great dreams and wonders.”

Gently, Lily pulled her hand away from Luciernega’s grasp. “I said nothing to you about my dogs? Who are you? Have you been watching me?” She had been so stupid. Her ethics had kept her from reading the girl’s fortune without permission before beginning the lessons. “Who told you about my dogs?”

“You did,” Luciernega said. “I never read cards before. But I’ve been reading minds since I was seven and a half and my cousin hid my Black Alice tea set.” A shadowy smile brightened the girl’s dark eyes.

And for the first time since they met, Lily was smiling too. Who said dark chaos had to be a bad thing?

a wee note…

– Linked to Sanaa’s Prompt Nights – Let’s take a look at the cards, shall we?
– I visited My Fortune Teller, chose 3 cards, and wrote the very first tale that came to mind… after reading the info for my Future card (The Lovers): “The lovers indicate that decisions need to be taken wholeheartedly. Only when we make a decision without compromise it will lead to happiness [Really!]. On a spiritual level, you benefit from a spiritual leader. However, do not follow blindly. Be critical and listen to your heart. Use what can help you and set aside the noise. The lovers stand for innocence, trust and joy. We give our love to others with ease and without fear. Keywords:  Love, Harmony, Inspiration.”
– This one was a hysterical blast to write. I hope it births a giggle or three out of you. 😉

Doing unto Others (with my hands) Many Months Later…

I have learned that forty-something months is a rather long time in blogland. I reread one of my old posts (written on February 17, 2013), and noticed that more than half of the people who left comments on said post no longer blog. But this entry is for those of us who are still around, so I’ll move on.

Today, many witchy souls celebrate The First Harvest. I planted too late this year, so my wee balcony garden is not ready to actively join in the festivities. While I thought about the act of sowing and reaping, I realized that this would be the perfect time to finally Do Unto Others with my hands, as I promised to do over three years ago. I might be a tad late *cough, cough, cough*.

Since I’m not in contact with everyone who answered my Paying It Forward call in 2013, I’m mailing my crafty bits to those who continue to play at my cyber-home: Gina from Daydream Believer, Diandra from Knusperhaus, and Oma Linda from Olde Baggs ‘n Stuft Shirts. I selected two more Wicked Darlings to send gifts to (I promised to give to 5). Their blackout poem surprise should reach them very soon. I did some thrift store treasure hunting, so some of the poem bits are framed. Not the ones going overseas, though—the frames I found were really heavy and shipping threatened the frugality of my disposition.
Doing unto Others

While in the spirit of doing unto others, let me show some of the gifts I’ve received from blog friends:

Two paintings and a blackout poem, from Amy of Sunshine and Daisies, if you pls. I love them all, Amy (especially the bits I’ve been coloring or have already eaten *cackles & giggles*). Thanks so much!
Blackout Poem and Paintings

A necklace and bracelet from a giveaway, hosted by Ms Misantropia… Thanks a million, K. I can’t wait to wear my black and red beauties. Love the layering effect (and completely adore the surprise bit). 😉
Black and Red Necklace

Wishing you the happiest and most bountiful of First Harvests, my Wicked Luvs!