Bend Like a Bamboo or Bend Over, Your Call — Resh Hey Ain — Weekly Draw for September 26, 2017

Resh HEy Ain

רהע Resh Hey Ayin says:

You either gonna own your ish, or you gonna feel like your ish owns your soul… all week long….

I woke up in such a desperate mood that even my coffee smelled like defeat this morning. And for no reason, too. In fact, I launched a successful webinar dedicated to the Dark Mother Kali, this weekend, and set in an embodied Quimbanda ceremony with my partner, last night, so the AM should have been dope….

It felt anything but, though…

Luckily, I allowed myself to sit with my feels. One of the ways I attend to my emotions is journaling in a constructive way, using a Desire Map Journal, by Danielle LaPorte. Tears followed the emotional words on the page. Snot got smeared on the boyfriend’s t-shirt. Articulating my emotional soup was very useful. Hugs helped a lot too.

Eventually, when my mind became less retrospective, and my eyes more focused, I noticed a truth bomb exploding in a small font, at the bottom of the page, saying: “Believe what you want – because what you believe will influence your future.” Danielle LaPorteDesiremap.jpg

Finally, I was ready to meditate on the Name, Resh Hey Ain. Reading, Orna Ben-Shishan’s booklet that accompanies the deck, aa similar line struck a cord: “Your reaction to events creates your reality: Keep moving forward and never look back…

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In other words, this week we’re not only likely to experience a rising of dark emotions; but they will also be flavored with spiritual defeat, and seasoned with emotional disorientation. Nonetheless, we must strive beyond the feeling of helplessness. It’s our psycho-spiritual task to work through it, dispelling the negative. We are called to be inspired by this Divine Vibration, and use it as medicine that uplifts from victimhood, to make us into badass, reality-shapers and foxy, momentum-crafters.

So, unless you got a time machine in your basement, please stop beating yourself up over your past. At the same time, Resh Hey Ain is here, reminding that trying to bite into an unripe future, will result in a solar plexus flue.

It might sound overwhelming, but seriously, all you gotta do is close your eyes, take a deep breath, and visualize a perfect reality in full color and an epic soundtrack — because this week’s draw makes it clear that you are the boss of your future.

Resh-Hey-Ain + The Universe got your Back

 

Madame Nadia is a hereditary diviner, a celebrity psychic, an initiated Palera and Macumbera, and a co-host of Fit+Foxy podcast. For spiritual consultations and magical tutoring: www.madamenadia.com/readings

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Foxy Tarot Lab — Free Webinar Today

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I’m super excited to welcome you today for my FREE webinar, Foxy Tarot Lab — Interpretation For Magical Practices. I’ll be live casting on The Gloss Fox Club Facebook Page, at 12 PM Central.

Reference deck for today’s workshop is the Rider-Waite-Smith tarot.

To make sure you catch this broadcast, please Like this page, ensuring you’re notified when the workshops goes live.

Also, for a limited time only, I’ve made available free, downloadable bonus materials. Here’s a link for the free download: www.theglossfox.club/workshops

This is the third, and concluding free workshop I’m offering this year.

 

Hope to see you at the webinar,

Xx Madame Nadia

 

 

UPCOMING EVENTS:

SEPTEMBER 10, 2017 — TAROT INTERPRETATION FOR MAGICAL PRACTICES  — FREE (WEBINAR)
SEPTEMBER 24, 2017 — APPROACHING VENERATION OF THE FIERCE MOTHER GODDESS, KALI — $30 (WEBINAR)

To be notified about upcoming events, please sign up here: www.theglossfox.club

 

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Madame Nadia is a hereditary diviner, a celebrity psychic, an initiated Palera and Macumbera, and a co-host of Fit+Foxy podcast. For spiritual consultations and magical tutoring: www.madamenadia.com/readings

 

Weekly Draw: Spirit Over Matter, Will over Fate — Vav Vav Lamed

Mercury went direct today, darting bullseye through the points of last, very fated, eclipse. With no hesitation, the trickster planet delivered a dose of illumination and inspiration, dropping some serious knowledge and unseen info, helping us manifest a desired and auspicious future.

This week’s draw ignites a chain reaction of positive growth in the personal realm — aligned with Hermes’ forward motion out of its shadow — during a window of opportunity, between now and September 20th, to manifest miracles in the emotional, financial, and spiritual spheres.

Vav Vav Lamed

43rd Card from the 72 Names Cards Oracle by Orna Bee Shoshan

 

וול Vav Vav Lamed is a fabulous reminder that Spirit controls matter, and if we invite this vibration into our souls, we will be given an opportunity to significantly alter the scarcity in our lives.

Financially, this draw promises that limitation to our personal growth are in the process of release. We are encouraged to “go big or go home,” or at least to think how can we impact a larger crowd with our new and successful enterprise.

VavVaVLamed72This Name emphasizes visualization techniques to break through cynicism. It helps getting the support needed; whether physical, emotional, and spiritual, to make your wishes come true.

The most mystical application of this Divine tool, perhaps is gaining understanding of how Spirit governs matters — eventually applying this technique to our own life path.

UPCOMING EVENTS:

SEPTEMBER 10, 2017 — TAROT INTERPRETATION FOR MAGICAL PRACTICES  — FREE (WEBINAR)
SEPTEMBER 24, 2017 — APPROACHING VENERATION OF THE FIERCE MOTHER GODDESS, KALI — $30 (WEBINAR)

To be notified about upcoming events, please sign up here: www.theglossfox.club

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Madame Nadia is a hereditary diviner, a celebrity psychic, an initiated Palera and Macumbera, and a co-host of Fit+Foxy podcast. For spiritual consultations and magical tutoring: www.madamenadia.com/readings
 
 

Healing with the Playing Card Oracles

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a self-made ceremonial version of PCO Alchemy

Going back to the Playing Card Oracles (PCO) has become a tradition of sorts for me. It occurs naturally. Without me thinking about it. When my mind is overwhelmed, preoccupied, uncentered, or when I’ve been over-saturated with other decks and perhaps even with clients, the PCO slides into my hands with  familiar certainty and the repair begins.

Divination is my calling, and cartomancy specifically is a bit of an obsession. I love researching historical decks while supporting new and emerging artists by investing in their art. I enjoy learning new systems of Divination, while always honing my skills. I even experience a sensory, ASMR-like enjoyment from shuffling and handling certain decks.

Although I’ve been reading cards for over 25 years now, I took a sabbatical of a few years, after suffering a massive burn injury while being three months pregnant with my daughter. (Actually I’ve just celebrated my eighth burniversary last week!!!)

BURN-HOSPITAL-FINGERSThe injury itself had nothing to do with my ability to read or shuffle cards. My hands, thank Goodness, weren’t damaged by the fire. Outside of 75% of my skin that was compromised — either due to third-degree burns or because it was used for skin grafting — it was my trust in the Divine that overnight was burnt to ashes, transforming into a rage against everything spiritual I held on a soul-pedestal before the accident.

While I began the long process of rehabilitation, my collection of cards was packed away, per my request, and most of my spiritual possessions given to friends and colleagues.

The following years were spent in healing, both physically and emotionally. Mostly it felt like I was given an infernal membership in a special kind of hell, taking private dance lessons with my demons, as I taught myself how to walk again in real life. The learning curve was steep: from learning about who I really was skin deep, to the fluctuating loyalties of the world around me. I even discovered that it’s possible giving birth in compression garments! (Sorry, burn survivors’ sarcasm.)

However, it is when I saw my daughter for the first time though — a healthy, chubby bun of divine light, with a head full of thick black hair — that I realized inside my chest still existed a heart overflowing with hope, even during the darkest times with my own psyche setting itself on fire.

Fast-forward to a few years later, following a relocation from my beloved Bay Area to the Midwest; to buying a house, to attempting a new career. I was a different woman I thought. Then, out of the blue, I found myself shuffling cards again. I can’t recall how a that PCO deck got out of the trunk and into my hands. But it did. And with it many realizations.

I was aware of the sense of comfort spreading with, as I handled these loose leaves of paper. I missed card reading so much!. And these playing cards have brought an essential part of me back to life.

That fall I dug up the book that came with the cards, and taught myself Ana Cortez’ method. I found her YouTube channel, and later became a student in her online school.

In spring I was fully back to reading cards, rejoining Hoodoo Psychics and AIRR, a magical services organization which I helped founding.

The original PCO deck, as well as the Alchemy addition, hold a comforting sense of clarity to me. The story of my draws unfold naturally, taking shape in the spaces between the suits and the numbers, comparing and contrasting with the colorful characters. Meaning makes itself knows via questions like: “Is there a balance between the red and the black cards? Are all of the suits represented? Can the pips guard their ground against the assertive courts? Is this a prediction of a battle, or an idyllic fairytale of love?”

It’s 10 am, and it is gloomy in Lombard, IL. I woke up with a heavy heart due to dreams of financial crisis and unfinished business. As I sip on fragrantly thick coffee my partner has brewed for me, I instinctually reach for a deck on my nightstand. I shuffle with the intention to make meaning for my state of mind. Is it something external that’s coming at me? Is it spiritual in nature? (In my business witch-wars are as real as gang activity.)

The deck I’m using today is a small PCO Alchemy deck. I’m comforted by the familiar, black and white constellation of the backs, and the way the wholesome paper-stock feels to my fingers.

I draw a vertical, four-card spread — pulling three Clubs and one Spade. The lack in red suits reflects the heaviness of the gloomy weather outside. A confirmation that the cards, my Self, and the world around us is in tune.

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daily draw

The majority of Clubs places a significant emphasis on the Air element, which corresponds to the Thinking Mind. It says loud and clear: “You’re in your head!”

At the top is Sir Galahad (9 of Clubs). He is the “proper” knight, always trying to do the right thing.

Next shows up The Wand (3 of Clubs), looking like an extension of Galahad’s trebuchet, shamelessly revealing my “bi-polar” state of mind. It stresses that I’ve been, without much success, attempting to juggle very positive and very negative thought patterns. If anything, this “Janus” energy is aggravating, and it’s making me slightly cray cray, which is highlighted in the next card, the 5 of Clubs — Wind Cape.

The cards shamelessly telling me that while I imagine my shit has been under control, the truth is that I’m “loosing it.”

Finally, The Sword of Destruction (7 of Spades), actually brings some solace. Even though it’s a a heavy card from a troublesome suit, its redeeming quality pierces at the foot of the spread; a placement where Earth, an element represented by the Spade suit, is dignified. In a way it grounds the other three Air cards. It helps me stay functional, by offering an “out of the self-mindfuckery jail” ticket.

In other words, the cards suggest that accepting the erratic moodiness my current state of mind generates is the first step for healing and stability.

The more I meditate on this, the more the draw makes sense.  After all Mercury just went Retrograde, and the Moon is in Gemini.

 

 

 

 

Madame Nadia is a hereditary diviner, a celebrity psychic, an initiated Palera and Macumbera, and a co-host of Fit+Foxy podcast. For spiritual consultations and magical tutoring: www.madamenadia.com/readings

Get Your Scent On — New Incense Collection by The Wild Unknown

Decks for the show

Using The Wild Unknown with oracle and playing cards

If you’ve been following this blog or my Facebook page several years ago, you know that I’ve raved about The Wild Unknown tarot way before it became an item on every reader and their sister’s list. The fab deck created by a multidisciplinary artist, Kim Krans, who among other things is a singer in the Family Band, with her partner Arjan Miranda, was an immediate iCandy for me. But in addition to having a revolutionary aesthetic, the cards also read like a mofo. In any case, I really shouldn’t say much more about this pack because we all have it and love it. If you haven’t watched the video to their single, Moonbeams, though, you really should.

The news coming from house of The Wild Unknown is their

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Reading The Wild Unknown Tarot along with bones, and an antique Dondorf Lenormand oracle cards. 

own Incense Collection. I enjoy burning incense during my divination sessions, and find this to be a transformative agent that helps not only to connect with Spirit, but also provides a means of shaking off spiritual funk that weighs down consultations and our own selves into the pits of unnerving gravity, so my hyper, triple-Gemini self just couldn’t not share these news with the world.

[Shameless plug in — if you need your cards read or your fortune told, go to www.MadameNadia.com/Readings and book a session with me. I promise you it will be fabulously life-transforming]

The two scents currently offered are Nag Champa Blossoms, Sacred Sandalwood, and the cost is $16 per (a little overpriced in my opinion).

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So, even though I haven’t yet tried these puppies myself, I am sharing a link to the sales page with y’all.

 

 

If you get a chance to sniff these new olfactory creations before I do, please let me know your thoughts in a the comment section below.

 

Affectionately,

Madame N. 

 

(Disclaimer, I haven’t received any free merch, or was asked to promote the product)

La Vera Sibilla Readings Tomorrow on the LMRH Show

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3X3 Sibilla matrix spread 

La Vera Sibilla cards have been sort of an obsession of mine for almost a year now. It’s a fascinating, pack of 52 fortunes that is read upright and reversed. Each card sports a small square on the left, top corner, with pip inserts corresponding to suits and numbers of a traditional playing cards deck, as well as two “lottery” numbers at the bottom of each card. Like other “sentimental”* packs, La Vera Sibilla look like a not-so-far-removed cousin to the “The Parlor Sibyl” family.

 

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a Parlor Sybil deck

 

Learning how to read the Sibillas has been challenging. Firstly, I do not speak Italian. And secondly, when you finally find access to the cards’ definitions, there is a ridiculous amount of meanings to memorize for each card. So far the 52 shady ladies of La Vera Sibilla pack turned out to be consistently and unapologetically on point — just like I like it.

 

If you’d like to experience the Sibillas in action, I’d be thrilled if you tune in to the Lucky Mojo Rootwork Hoodoo Hour show, today, Sunday, May 29th, over on blogtalk. The show airs at 5:00 PM Central Time. I will be filling-in for Miss Cat, and co-hosting the show, reading fortunes, and prescribing conjure remediations alongside  ConjureMan Ali. The show is also archived, and available for later listen over on on iTunes.

Hope to see you in the chatroom ❤

Madame N.

 

PS

Please let me know if you’d like to read more about my experience with La Vera Sibilla, or see sample readings.

 

  • Sentimental decks refer to oracle decks that were read primarily by women, for women. The readings were centered primarily on romantic

 

Cartomantic Erotica — Of first loves and long-lost decks

Queen of Clubs, Prince Karte No. 402, Dondorf Certainly my first love, when it comes to fortunetelling, is hand down cards.

In fact, I clearly remember sitting on top of my father’s heavy, writing desk, as I spent hours upon hours looking through a fancy deck of playing cards that I would secretly retrieve from the top right drawer, where he kept it alongside a plastic sample pacemaker (… don’t ask… ), and other trinkets I cannot recall anymore.

Those cards had traditional-looking pips, and I can’t remember anything really significant about those. But the face cards… The face cards is a whole other story! They were glorious.

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Elegantly dressed with some German flare to their coats, the face cards seemed to look straight at me each time I would pull one. Liberally, the picture cards shared with me stories of old kings, regal queens, and boisterous knaves. They even gossiped about one another, whispering into my mind’s ear about embarrassing moments unworthy of royalty. Their tales echoed in the castles of my young imagination. And as these face cards danced out their royal affairs right next to me, their glossy card stock stood out against the deep brown of my father’s old writing desk.

I spent many days with that deck, handling it with love, admiration, and fascination.

Many years have passed since, and I never thought I’d see those cards again. That lovely deck, as other non-essential belongings, had to be left behind the iron curtain as we immigrated from USSR to Israel in 1988.

But the great appreciation of the intimately pleasing, almost tingly, sensation I got when I shuffled through that deck of playing cards has never wore off. As I went through cartomantic puberty, in my late teens and early twenties, I developed farther the tingly skill of caressing my decks; running my hands along the edges, shuffling papery leaves in between my fingers, and the scent of vintage paper — all of these are sensory triggers for me. Though I admit that some decks do it for me more than others 😉

Pips, Prince Karte No. 402

Fast forward to late 2013 — 25 years later. I look through an online card archive — not an unusual activity for a card addict… ahem… collector, like myself.

And boom! I recognize one of my old idols.

Holding my breath in disbelief I wonder.  

“Is it her? Is it really her? No way! Impossible.”

“Oh my God! It’s her!”

The Queen of Clubs looks at me mischievously, glaring like a computer screen supernova in the unsuspecting darkness of my bedroom. Not a sign of aging on her perfect card face.

The coquettish Queen seems to recognize me.

“Do you really remember me? Even after all these years?”

Queen of Clubs, Prince Karte No. 402Nodding just so slightly, the Queen slowly faces away from her fancy hand mirror, forcing my attention to her royal and elaborate headdress. She certainly knows how to wear that crown.

The thing is, this Queen and I both know that her headdress is the one single, last detail still etched perfectly in my memory. A detail that became associated with a happy, magical, and wholesome part of my childhood. A detail I refuse to let go of — holding on to it like to a life vest, and painting it and again again in a melancholic coat of sweet-stale memories — so it contrasts against the canvas of passing time that starches over new geography of experiences, lined with a multitude of insignificant encounters with significantly less royal packs of cards.

But the Queen of Clubs doesn’t care. She, as any self-respecting queen would, knows that one never forgets her first love. Never!

 

Although not an original, but a reproduction, I now have in my possession a double pack of Prince Karte No. 402, originally manufactured by the legendary Dondorf company.

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What can I say? I feel pretty damn lucky!

Better Later Than Never — Bringing Madame Duberckowski to American Fortunetellers

Man card from Madame Duberckowski’s Fortune Telling Cards deckI am a procrastinator, and there’s no point denying it. But to defend myself I must disclose that even though I took the interview with Amelie over a year ago, around last Christmas my house was broken into and my laptop stolen. Along with the computer, an almost fully edited video of this interview was also gone.

So it took me a long time to get back into editing it from scratch. I really wanted to complete this piece because I felt that Amelie and I had an amazing, almost magical, connection; and I thoroughly enjoyed chatting with her about various things in addition to her gorgeous and fun deck. I found Amelie to be warm, funny, and inspiring. I adore her art, and find her cards to be so very different than anything else on the market. Both her attitude and her creations are fresh and upbeat. Not like many other decks that heavily draw upon, and too often completely reproduce, the same old RWS pattern, etc. “Madame Duberckowski’s Fortune Telling Cards” is a stand-alone oracle with nothing remotely resembling it on the market.

I hope you enjoy my tale of finding the deck online, connecting with Amelie, and eventually asking her a few questions about what made her create such a unique pack of cards.

Happy Friday!

Madame Nadia

PS

I’ll be co-hosting the Lucky Mojo Hoodoo Rootwork Hour this coming Sunday, with ConjureMan Ali and Deacon Millet. I hope you can tune in, or even better — join us in the chat room.

My Mornings with Mary-El

Histories

I think that I’ve never waited for anyone, let alone anything, as long as I waited for the Mary-El tarot. 8 years to be precise. And boy, was it worth it!

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I first laid eyes on this wondrous, and then unfinished, pack in 2003, when I stumbled upon it during one of my leisurely strolls along the virtual isles of the Aeclectic Tarot site. It was a usual kind of window-shopping stroll-through — with not much expectation for originality devoid of unicorns and ferries — when I stumbled upon a Marie White’s self-published collection of 26 cards. The images were so stunning it tingled the collector part in me, getting me slightly wet with cartomantic excitement.

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After finally getting a grip on myself I fished out a credit card from a paddle of fresh drool on my glass computer desk. I ordered the deck. Proceeding to sit on the edge of my chair for almost a week and a half, I checked the tracking report like a maniac.

I was consumed with papery lust even before caressing the tenderness of these temptresses of mystery in between my fingers. And then I became completely enslaved by their raw and sensual glamour as I rode a colossal spiritual high, shuffling those laminated beauties for the very first time.

Mary-El tarot - AcesThe 22 Major Arcana and the 4 hermaphroditic aces proved to be such an esoteric delight that every other collection of divinatory imagery would be compared, in the years to come, with no real success, to the Mary-El tarot. Like a mythological ex, or a virgin line of cocaine, somehow no other pack deemed as satisfying as the thought of 78 completed fetishes I knew a full Mary-El deck would turn to be. So I waited…

The Devil - Mary-El TarotLike a true addict, I frequently stocked Marie White’s blog, hoping to learn she has finished painting the rest of the cards. I would visit that sacred Mecca every few days, initially. And then every few weeks. And then every few months. Time passed, life happened, and reality changed becoming more complex and demanding. I graduated college, underwent a spiritual initiation, got divorced and then remarried, and got a coveted gig in TV production — while establishing my own spiritual personality and forging my path.

Marie, on the other hand, birthed another child whose pictures occasionally decorated her website; alongside snapshots of her colorful studio, and a snow-covered, farm-looking back yard.

Once in a while I’d be tempted by a new single apparition, or a couple of freshly painted cards, on Marie’s site. Although silence prevailed in between new uploads, Marie would still post updates of her work sometimes.

But then she went completely incommunicado. And my own well dried up too.

To me, Marie’s site seemed like Sleeping Beauty’s tomb, reflecting in ornate and crystal silence the flames of my own crisis. As I went through personal hell, the Mary-El bunch became frozen in time like a flashback of innocent desire. There might have been new cards joining the ranks of her blog, but I was in no emotional capacity to admire them. I was surviving.

More years have passed. Children grew, hearts broke yet continued pumping life juice. And that life juice, made with hope, verve, and selective memory, had led me to Marie again, this time on Facebook. I was sad to learn she’s been paralleling via a shit storm of her own.

And then a miracle happened: There was a light in the end of Schiffer Books’ tunnel. The full Mary-El tarot deck was heading to the press!

The little differences

The little differences

I ordered my cards from Marie’s instead of Amazon because I wanted a signed copy, even though I knew I’ll have to wait longer. What is a week or two of self-inflicted patience, after all those taming years of fortune telling frustration to a triple Gemini like myself?

Let me tell ya: A — fucking — lot!

But I waited nonetheless.

And so, in an early, warm April evening of 2012, I found myself on the front porch of my raised ranch home. There I sat, exercising yogic breathing, while being conscious of the young moon above my head conducting a lively insect orchestra in the grass; and how it jazzed and buzzed with excitement in my own veins to a point I couldn’t bring myself to unwrap the package I knew contained the Hieros Gamos of all tarot decks in my universe. Like a young child with autism, I averted my gaze to not overload myself, while treating Mary-El as if it was a long awaited lover.

I wanted these tight and shiny darlings to feel the intensity of my respect. This deflowering had to be acted out ceremoniously, and undressing was clearly a paramount part of my proof of respect. Pacing myself I gently parted the gates of the packing tape…

In the darkness of that April night, after having my way, stroking over, and over, and over again along those large, magnificently dark, and glossy cards, finally I became somewhat sober enough to observe some detail:

  1. a black border;
  2. extra thick card stock;
  3. a Marseille rather than a Waite pattern;
  4. and 2 Oroboroses, infinitely coiled and linked like a wave. Their skin tattooed with holy “Yods,” cycling tail in tongue, tongue in tail.

Mistakes

My Grandmother's box

I am ashamed to say that after owning this pack for just a short while, I couldn’t resist my cartomantic fiending feats. So I wrapped the deck in a dusty rose-colored, Indian raw silk scarf, and housed them in a carved wooden box — courtesy of a dead grandmother — to proudly display on my nightstand.

The public show of respect and the hierarchical geographic placement was a cheap attempt redirecting my guilt for cheating on both Mary and El with other decks; Lenormands in particular.

From the corner of my left eye I could often feel the burning gaze of 78 pairs of papery eyes, as I shamelessly shuffled and caressed others right then and there, in the intimacy of my own bed.

Though a dysfunctional threesome, we still kept at it… Until the day my house got burglarized.

Nauseated with the holiday spirit being shoved down my throat in the form of obnoxious drivers, pushy sales clerks, and more-than-usually annoying elevator music, I came home one day — right after Hanukah, and just before Christmas — to find out some human waste cleaned out all of my jewelry, stole my laptop, lifted a brand new computer charger, and — yes — abducted my signed copy of the complete Mary-El tarot, still wrapped in its shroud of Indian silk. Thank Muhammad my self-published deck was left unmolested in the altar room.

I ended up contacting Marie White on Facebook to bitch about it, as I was terribly heartbroken.

IMG_8421But not for long! My darling husband — who knows all about my card-doping needs, and my tight connection with the Mary-El bunch in particular — surprised me by ordering a new signed copy from Marie’s Etsy Shop. He also bought a poster of my favorite card — The glorious World!

Practicum

I guess something must be effin true if it becomes a cliché, because just like with old boyfriends I mistreated and dumped prematurely, the realization of loosing the Mary-El resonated with: “You never know what you have until you lose it.”

African tarot caseAnyhow, after reuniting with my beloved deck I became determined giving it more sugar consistently. So I got a cool-looking, African, leather carrying case (how could I not get one, I am a card fanatic…), to have on me daily. I carry the pack in my purse, adding a daily tarot draw to my ongoing Lenormand practice.

As I mentioned numerous times before, my daily ritual is to pull cards for hubby and myself on our drive to work. With Mary-El being part of my arsenal, I re-adjusted the way I frame my draws.

Allowing the Lenormand shine in its practicality, I let the tarot perform on a more philosophical level. When drawing a card from the Mary-El deck, I focus on questions such as “What will help / inspire me today?” I follow each daily draw by reading passages from the phenomenal book that came with the cards. I find Marie’s writing poetic. It is refreshing and authentic, without being patronizing or dogmatic.

2 of Swords, Mary-El tarot  The black snake of the tongue comes between the two trees, spreading them, moving serpentine between them, circling the trunks and exposing their inner sanctum of blackness. The snake encircles a portion, containing it, making it individual, defining it, limiting it, naming it loving it, eating it, consuming it. Snake and fruit become one.

  Lilith and Logos unite. Knowledge of good and evil.

(from The 2 of Swords, p. 78)

I also appreciate this deck being more Marseille-oriented, than Waite-based, as I am trying to add this lens to my fortune telling world-view.

The Fool, Mary-El tarotAnd how can I disregard the fact that it’s pretty much the only deck in my massive collection that doesn’t shy away from parading male genitalia. Just look at the Fool card, captured lke a Dervish, twirling in motion with his glorious penis caught mid in flight. This makes me happy!

Following a tarot draw I then ask the Lenormand: “What should I know about today?” And sometimes I also zone on questions like “What is the single event that will influence my workday the most today?”

Often I find the tarot card offering a strategy dealing with issues and concerns described by the Lenormand. Diligently I record my predictions in a notepad kept in the passenger’s door of the Cooper. This way it is convenient to revisit the reading on the way back from work. By discussing the events of the day, and decoding these in the language of the cards my relationship and understanding of cartomancy expands in a personal and a potent way.

In conclusion, it is fair to say that all three of us — Mary, El, and yours truly — currently enjoy a superbly intimate and quite successful symbiosis. Don’t dismiss shock therapy, dearies — sometimes it’s quite a turn on!

Affectionately,

Madame Nadia 

A Bulgarian Dondorf Lenormand

Recently I came across a Lenormand deck on eBay that I absolutely had to have. It’s a 1947 Dondorf Lenormand from Bulgaria.

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The cards are in a pretty fragile condition. Clearly, they’ve been loved and used quite a bit because of the visible wear and tear condition. The colors, however, are quite striking and vibrant. Much more so than other vintage Dondorfs that I own.

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The most fascinating aspect of this deck is the poems on the cards — they are written in Bulgarian, as well as the booklet that comes with the deck. I can read and understand some because the alphabet is the same as Russian. But I’ll need to spend more time with it in order to really understand what the poems and the instructions say.

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There’s an inscription on the front page of the booklet, and I am very curious about what it says and who was the recipient of this gift. Even though the cards’ condition is far from excellent, the fact that some of the history of the deck comes through via the handwritten dedication makes it so much more precious to me.

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Blessings,

Madame Nadia