The Magic of the Tarot

The Magic of the Tarot

As the amazing Doreen Virtue put it, "Cards are a no-brainer way to talk to Heaven." I see them as a shortcut to the chase for enlightenment -- we ask for guidance via a specific set of 78 images rather that waiting to complete our catalog of coincidences, found objects, dreams and other signs. The are an instrument of our intuition, and an open vessel for the symbols and synchronicities that we receive as messages from our Divine Source.

They can offer guidance and comfort about:

Your Path and Purpose in this Incarnation

Where You Are Blocked

The Meaning of Dreams

Guides and Loved Ones in Spirit

People in Your Life

Where to Find Joy

...and more (read on at the bottom of the page.)

Love and Light,


Saturday, June 9, 2018

The Puzzle Paradigm

Do you remember why it was so much fun when you were a kid to receive and assemble a jigsaw puzzle?

It was a box of affirmations! Every time you located and fitted just the right piece you confirmed to yourself that you could achieve, using your senses and analytical thought, something that had seemed impossible just moments before. The fun was in the starting and the finding.

Spiritual growth can be the same way. Every practice that clicks for us, every clue from the Universe of its miraculous magnificence we develop the ability to tune into is like that crooked edge fitting into just the right spot. But if you are like me, you did not always let yourself play. “Understanding” and “wisdom” are serious, grownup business. We are filling in a bigger picture, we focus on “finishing” the puzzle and “completing” ourselves.

Only this puzzle did not come in a box. And while each of us sees it differently, an ever expanding circle, or a right side forever ragged with no corners, the one certain thing is that we can’t finish. And no one else ever did either, no matter what they say. 

Shed the conditioning that your puzzle will look like somebody else’s that they have already finished so you don’t have to, or, that you are supposed to be working on someone else’s puzzle altogether, and you have taken the step to experiencing the joy of finding again, one piece at a time.

We are the puzzle, the puzzle is us. We are here to grow. And it is in the finding that growth takes place. 

Bonus Question:  How would it feel if we knew this puzzle was missing just one piece?

Thursday, May 17, 2018

The Phantom Highway

The Phantom Highway

Here is a photo of the Prospect Expressway. I want you to be absolutely certain, before continuing, that it actually exists…


Because years ago, as a young adult at a family gathering, I suggested the route to a male relative asking for directions.

“I never heard of that.” He replied.

“Well,” I said, “Check the map I believe you can take it from…”

“No. That doesn’t exist!” Then louder, to make sure everybody heard him, “You’re making it up!”

Now, in the age of the whole world in our hands thanks to mobile technology, this would not fly (unless we let it, as too many people sadly do, to be “nice”), but at the time it was a 2-pronged attack  -- on my sanity and social standing. His first statement was intended to back me into a corner where I had to make myself wrong and back down from an obvious truth, or appear disagreeable by defending my statement. The second was to convey to everyone in earshot, in an authoritative tone, that I was a person who “made things up” and therefore unreliable.

Sexism is a form of societal psychopathy, often expressed as toxic “mansplaining” like this. I can at least provide you with a photograph to illustrate the ridiculousness and meanness of his position, but we all have equally valid points to make that can’t be captured in a digital camera, or proven in a millisecond. A more subtle but equally despicable type of discount is when someone re-interprets a clear statement you made and requires you to address and accept their version, usually uncomplimentary to you, to continue the conversation -- just don’t! Take charge of your own Identity! We all need to access less tangible information to make good decisions - and that is exactly the capacity this kind of gaslighting attacks. “Don”t think, I’m going to do that for you.”

Guys, I know that (a) real men do not behave like this, and (b) there are female sociopaths, but given the prevalence and acceptance of this and collateral offences I am taking the liberty to address this mostly as a gender issue this time, and thank you for understanding. And we all need to remember to stand and speak up for any person we witness as a target of this kind of trolling!

While mansplaining and gaslighting are a ways along this continuum of chronic abuse, the attitude has roots in an entire system that values the happiness of males over females. This article about advertising some people don’t want us to see opened my eyes to the way corporate gatekeepers this it’s okay to plaster the world with ads about erections, or the need for them, but would rather not have us see content impacting women’s sensual wellness.

The words of the prophets are indeed written on the subway walls, warning us not to become accustomed to inequality! It’s inspirational to see racism being outed and going viral via citizen journalists with mobile phones... it’s time to expose the war on women at this level as well!

Think about it, we are all stuck on this planet being driven to its doom by a governance structure gone mad. It’s requires those of us who can to trust our own insights -- provable or not --  and speak and act accordingly, with power and purpose, and own our own impact. We cannot afford to allow creepy losers, of any stripe or social position, without real strength of their own, to manipulate the rest of us in order to subvert our power into the service of their hopelessly broken egos. No one should be allowed to undermine the wonderful potential of any human being.


Working Gaslight

Sunday, March 18, 2018

The Beauty of the Beast (Invitation Attached!)

We all want to be better. Sometimes we are hard on ourselves, and sometimes we dislike a facet of our thinking or actions so much we say "you are not me, begone!"

Which is pretty much what I was saying to myself on the subway a few weeks back, when I found some unpleasant notions I was entertaining about other passengers to be less than I expected of myself. I did not expect an answer...

What I sensed was crying, a mournful wail striking the center of my soul. A cry for understanding. A cry for acceptance...A cry for love.

Accessing my inner eye, I saw a very dark place, lonely, and two large, wet eyes looking back at me. There was a sense of unexpressible beauty, even though it was too dark to observe any details.

I responded to the wordless plea, with a vow to never neglect this creature again. To appreciate her gifts. Because of course, she was mine -- my discernment. While I may not feel it is highly evolved to judge others, sometimes we need our responses to first impressions to keep us safe in a world where so many strangers cross our paths.

This experience led me to begin to explore the way our least comfortable aspects can actually aid is in being better people, and I have found that characterizing them as beasts, real, mythical or invented, helps us love and understand them, hence ourselves, more fully and productively. Much more to come, but right now, the question is:

Do you have a few besties you are denying because you think they are lumpy, bumpy or just too darn dangerous?

Come and play with the Beasts at an event that is all about Beauty! Saturday, March 24th, Lucky, at 168 Avenue B,  will host a Beauty Brunch with bagels, cocktails and everything your body and soul need to SPRING into the season of love with magical ease! Pamper and treat yourself and have a special tarot reading directed to introduce you to the Beautiful Beasts who have always had your back...

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Sunday, December 31, 2017

Hours and Days and Weeks and Months and Years and Ringing in the New....

On the F train home to this afternoon, my timing was perfect to catch the last direct sun rays -- to these parts -- of 2017 through the west-facing windows, reflected in pale pinks by the clouds, bridges, and buildings of Downtown Brooklyn and Manhattan. To the east the Supermoon was on the rise to take over the Sun’s duties, sending its reflected light to Earth this New Year’s Eve.

The next sunrise will be in 2018, and one year from now it will 2019. But a year is not an entity, it is a quantification based on one complete revolution of the Earth around the Sun, marked by the 4 seasons, which are generated by the geometry of tilt of the axis of this planet. This circuit takes almost exactly 365 sub-units of 24 hours -- a quantity based upon the duration of one full rotation of the Earth around the aforementioned axis. Somewhere in Time that is universal and connected to Space, our conceptualization of time developed and came to include the principle that these 24 hour periods, “Days” if you will, would have seven names that repeated 52 times during the almost exactly 365-day cycle now affectionately dubbed “Year.” And after the passage of 12 named (by similar sentimental and conceptualizing humans) “Months,” occurring in the span of the “Year,” the name of “Month” one would be the name of the “Month” after the 12th, and thus we would have a “New Year.” And apparently will, in this sense, within a few short hours…

But if a cycle around the sun is a “Year,” it can start at any moment, so the day that dawns on January 2, 2018 can be thought to have its very own “New Year,” In fact, any cycle starting at any point in our constructed frame of time can constitute the beginning of a “Year” that will end in almost exactly 365 days…

Your year is always really going to be what, where and when YOU make it…

Looking out the window, it’s dark out. Happy New Night!

Monday, November 27, 2017

The Other “Me Too”

Photo by Mark Wiener, 11/28/11
We can think of shame and scandal as forcing change, as may be happening among certain individuals whose sexual misbehavior is being exposed.

Yet, in recent months, I have also noticed a surge of old school politeness among men towards women - giving seats on the subways, holding doors, offering to carry bags, even walking aside to pass me on the street side of the sidewalk. I also see more people reaching out to beggars on the street and just plain being “nicer.” Perhaps it’s those little changes that make the bigger ones possible, not the other way around.

We are all a part of this. We all can take a breath and be a bit more kind, patient, giving, accepting, helpful, and loving in our daily lives. Your smile and a thank you will make YOUR day too, when you receive a courteous gesture. That’s how change really happens.

Want to make a better world? Me too…

Sunday, November 19, 2017

On judgment...

Ever feel misjudged? Caught myself doing just that a couple of times recently, and for some reason the thought kept jabbing at me. Until I realized…

I had only been judged by myself.

Questions had been asked in a safe way by trusted people. Questions! To me, the fact that they were even asked felt like condemnations, and I came away certain my answers had not been believed. Why?

I was carrying judgments from my past without realizing it. Truth does nothing to dispel pervasive nightmares, they need to be dismissed by letting in the light. And part of that light is, when you deem someone judgmental and opposed to you, you have just judged, and likely misjudged, them… and the beat goes on.

Forgiveness breaks the cycle. It does not mean forgetting or permitting true transgressions, but holding onto feelings that no longer keep us safe actually tie us to the offense and the offender. And we get to forgive ourselves too, so…

When those thoughts of judgment come up, we can remind ourselves that we can’t change the past, forgive ourselves and move forward. Suddenly nobody else seems to be judging us either, or, in case they are, we can always forgive them.

IMAGE CREDIT: By Pamela Coleman Smith - a 1909 card scanned by Holly Voley ( for the public domain, and retrieved from (see note on that page regarding source of images)., PD-US,

Sunday, October 15, 2017

Accepting Our Gifts

This morning’s meditation brought a sense of deep peace to my heart.

I accepted it with the intention to return to that consciousness throughout the day, and that this same peace be received by all of humanity, that we might know our true nature, our true home that we all share.

With that wish sent winging on its way, I remembered all the times in my life when I did not experience or value serenity. Especially in my 30’s...My burned out ego and left brain were in the driver’s seat for long stretches on my quest for a meaningful life, telling me I was not rich enough, talented enough, pretty enough, young enough (even in my 20’s!), and when it got to be too much I blocked the growing despair with action and stuff. Any impulse to experience joy, mindfulness, or self-fulfillment was met with severe abuse from some inner voices that, thanks to my upbringing, I was deeply afraid to ignore.  

Interruptions were insistent - an illness that forced me to decline a job, the urge to take a different route the night a tiny, injured cat found me and came home, and, most of all, the moments when, while I was in my most distracted state, the world as I knew it would drop away, taking my breath, and leave me in a cool, blank mist wondering how and if what I called life was even possible.

The ego dispatched inner critics to say something was wrong with me. I had known since infancy there was something “more.” I never spoke of it - if I had, who knows what would have been done to “fix” me? The ego is spawned to protect our life, and sometimes it works in mysterious ways. At others, it needs to be acknowledged and asked to step aside, because it has the unwitting power to destroy us.

We all have those voices inside, they were acquired by our egos on the learning curve of life. We can choose to let them go now that we know better. There are always people on the outside ready to echo them the second they see us growing. But it’s your job to remember that obedience does no good and a great deal of harm, it is better to get distance from a person than damage yourself and the rest of the world.

Speaking of the world, the one we find ourselves in at the moment is enough to trigger anybody’s defensive impulses. But, “God is in the details.” On the subway tonight I randomly recalled someone who made wonderful cookies I loved when I was a little girl, then others who had shared abundance and beauty during my lifetime. Soon it became impossible to feel anything but gratitude, hope and love -- try it!