March 21, 2003

• Psionic Shitstorm

  
  

  My Tarot reading on the State of the World got some noteworthy comments.  The conversation that went on around here while I was responding to them drew the “psionic shitstorm” remark from Doug.  I’ve responded to a bunch of those comments below, but first I want to answer a question that came up over the long Sins and Virtues questionnaire:

  
  

  
  

  Veruca_salt00  asked:

  
  

  “…Have you ever put in a person’s name in Google? Chances are, it’ll come back with information… that might be your key to finding Larry Joe Turner (if you really want to)….”

  
  

  Yes!  I love Googling.  I found my long lost middle aged “little boy” Will that way.  I’ll have to dig around for the links to those early blogs when my thirty-something son and I, who were separated when he was a toddler, were reunited by Google.  I didn’t have many readers back then, and maybe some of you would appreciate the story.

  
  

  Fortunately, Will had had an unusual surname.  With Larry Joe Turner, the name is so common that I get back too much information, none of it specific.  A forty year timegap since I last knew his whereabouts, and my total ignorance of his birthdate and social security number, make it a big field to sort out.  I’ve even tried some paid people-finders, but to no avail.

  
  

  Just in case Xanga can help, here is what I know:  Larry Joe Turner was born in the early 1940s, possibly in Mancos, Colorado, or maybe Wichita, Kansas.  He had close relatives in both places.  His mother, whom everyone called “Dolly” because she had been a preemie cradled in a shoebox, but whose true name I don’t recall, had been unmarried when he was born. 

  
  

  She later married a man named Ensley and had a second son, Perry Dean Ensley.  They lived, along with her mother, in Mancos, Colorado, in 1962, the last time I saw or heard from them.  Dolly’s brother Lonnie Turner and his wife and two sons lived in the 1800 block of Exchange Place in Wichita, KS in the fifties and sixties.

  
  

  Lonnie’s elder son, Dennis Turner, was born in the early- to mid-1940s and went to Hamilton Jr. High and West High School there.  Dennis’s HS graduating class was probably 1961, if he graduated.  I had no contact with Dennis, Larry’s cousin, after about ’56, except indirectly through Larry.

  
  

  When I last heard anything about Larry, he was working for the U.S.Forest Service planting trees in the Four Corners area of the SW.  He was a fast-draw competitor with a few championships at the time, and had worked as a stunt man and gunfighter in Old West recreations at Cow Town theme park in Wichita.

  
  

  Yeah… I really want to find him, though I  haven’t a clue what I’d do with him if I did, and I think his daughter Angie would like to find him, too.

  
  

  And now for the promised psionic shitstorm…

  
  

  
  

  zoodom  wrote:
  “…You know what I love about the tarot cards though? They are just good common SENSE! Know what I mean?”

  
  

  Absolutely!  “Common sense”, the collective consciousness, is where those archetypal images reside.  The bluebirds of happiness and the clouds of uncertainty in the imagery on the cards is an echo across time of the instructive murals in the halls of the Temples of Wisdom back through ancient Egypt to Atlantis, or so it is written, and so I recall, if memory serves.

  
  

  
  

  RoseCrow  asked if I use:

  
  

  “…the Wang GD Tarot or the Cicero GD Tarot?”

  
  

  My deck, pictured in that blog, is illustrated by Robert Wang.

  
  

  She also asked me to:

  
  

  
  

  “…please post a reading from time to time….”

  
  

  I will, and thanks for the suggestion.  I already have a subject for the first one.  We’re discussing parameters now:  issues such as anonymity or not, a focus for the reading….

  
  

  
  

  
  CoalMinersDaughter  wrote:

  
  

  “…I would love to have a reading from…maybe someday!

  
  

  If you want one from me, let me know.

  
  

  
  

  
  crazybear  said:

  
  

  “…I had my tarot read on a few website’s but they tell me almost the same thing….”

  
  

  I would consider that to be validation of the same sort that one gets in a second medical opinion.  And yet I get the impression you don’t really trust it.  Or am I misreading?

  
  

  
  This from Mandrake  reminded me of one of the most valuable things I’ve taken from the times when I have exchanged readings with other psychics, or just sat around with others at a psychic fair and talked shop during slow times:

  
  

  
  

  “…it’s nice to know that forgetting the readings is normal, since once I’m done I rarely remember what I’ve said.”

  
  

  It’s helpful to share our experiences, since they don’t teach this stuff in school.

  
  

  
  

  
  Sweet MyKi_Whatzerface gushed at me:

  
  

  
  “Oh My.
  I have shivers. Still from reading this… I cannot believe that I chose to click onto your site today for whatever reason — on this very day that I am looking for facts– and Oh my, it comes to me in the form of your divination… and with Tarot cards which I’ve lately been looking into no less… oh my. People who scoff at the mystical, they probably have never had this sort of goose-pimple-making experience in their lives… I believe wholeheartedly in what you’ve said… and I am comforted by it. And what a great tutorial into tarot reading to boot.”

  
  

  Thanks for the validation, MyKi.  The synchronicities associated with which particular people happen to walk past my booth when I’m free, or see one of my ads at a meaningful moment (Sarah  found me in a magazine in, I think, a tattoo parlor, and she’s not just my soulmate but she brought me to Xanga.), always blow me away.  I once had a worry cross my mind that these insightful readings of mine were not getting to a wide enough audience.  My spirit guides assured me that I could stay right where I was and they would bring the ones who needed me to me.

  
  

  
  

  
  FlightsOfWhimsy  said:
  “…I do readings using regular playing cards (I was taught by my grandmother) and they are sometimes so accurate that it scares me….”

  
  

  I used to get chills at the accuracy of what I saw in the cards.  Occasionally, I still get a thrill or a chill but now they usually come before I lay the cards down.  Then when I look at what’s laid out there, I go, “Yeah, that’s it, uh-huh!” 

  
  

  Go ahead and get the Tarot off the shelf.  It gives you everything you get from a regular deck of cards, plus another set of face cards (young women to go with the jacks), and the 22 Trumps with their richly symbolic pictures.  Some deck, sometime, will probably speak to you.

  
  

  
  

  
  fatgirlpink  wrote:
  “I’ve been reading since my early teens….”

  
  

  I’m not surprised.  You’re one of the Xangans I took to from the first entry of yours I read.  I know I was among your first handful of subscribers.  Something drew me to your site.  We have soul-bonds you and I, and it’s appropriate, to my mind, that Tarot should be one of them.
   
  Dunazade says:
  “…I am an atheist.  I believe in nothing.  …although I continue to search for it, I still lack it.”

  
  

  D., this comment from you and an old song that wouldn’t stop repeating in my head all day yesterday, led to my blog, “With God on Our Side.”

  
  

  How ironic it is, that I work to shed my beliefs while you look for something to believe in.  I understand your frustration; I’ve been there.  I couldn’t believe in the myths and fairy tales most people took comfort from.  The only beliefs I had were an odd assortment of things my parents told me or that I learned from school, friends and TV.  Then I started listening to the voice of Spirit within, and a few years after that I got exposed to some progressive New Age ideas (beautifully expressed by Michael Misita in How to Believe in Nothing and Set Yourself Free) and started clearing the false and limiting beliefs from my consciousness.

  
  

  
  

  Then, Dunazade says:
  “…something is changing in me.  I don’t know what it is.  It is something I have never felt.  I hesitate to call it spiritual or anything of that nature because I still don’t know what this thing is that has consumed my life.  Why am I telling you this?  I have absolutely no idea but something is telling me not to hesitate.”

  
  

  Will you be my next subject for a reading?  I’d like to do a reality check for you.  Something tells me it will be interesting.

  
  

  
  

  
  This comment I couldn’t resist answering, but maybe I should have tried harder:
  “I won’t let anyone read for me. I don’t want to know.”
  James

  
  

  That’s a not-uncommon attitude.  I’m the opposite.  I want to know, I don’t want to just wander in the fog.  I even want to know what it is that James doesn’t want to know.  I was being disingenuous there.  I think James probably doesn’t want to know the future, or maybe he doesn’t want to get any second opinions or alternate perspectives on present reality.  I, as I said, want all of that and more. 

  
  

  Unfortunately, I don’t and usually can’t “know” the future.  It’s malleable.  If a series of events of a given predictable outcome has been set in motion, I can predict the outcome.  If something interrupts the series of events, or if it has never been triggered at all, then I’d have made myself a false prophet and so I don’t predict the future.  My readings deal with NOW, the only time about which there can be certainty.

  
  

  
  

  …and this one:
  “y’know, Suse?  I felt sort of hopeful when I finished reading this.
  Thanks.”
  LuckyStars
  

  
  

  You’re welcome, Marian, and also everyone else who thanked me and you all have my thanks right back atcha.  I feel somewhat hopeful about the future, too, despite an echoing chant of, “Hope is all about despair,” in the back of my mind.  I wish I had assurance that a large enough number of the inhabitants of this planet will wake up to their power for positive change soon enough to keep the planet inhabitable.

  
  

  

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