Church...got weird last night
Not the ritual itself. It was a powerful guided meditation and Grandmother was with us and in us. A good evening..
But the cards. I always do tarot readings, being too old and creaky to get on the primal pad and throw my church folk around.
Gabriel hasn't had a reading in a long time. But they spoke up last night. They told him Megan was good for him but someone, who wasn't Finn, was going to be a problem. 7 of swords. deceit, deception, cleverness.
The whole room had a literal "Lord is it I?" moment. And I'm over here, rubbing off the paint marks on my face.... Very Godspell moment. Esp when the cards--my own deck the traitors--pointed square at me and I launched into "Entry of the Gladiators."
We had already had an interesting talk about where I fit in to Primali paganism.
The problem, Faith is not a gift I am blessed with. To quote Terry Prachett: Witches don't believe in gods. They know them too well for that. It would be like believing in the postman.
Gabriel said everything is an act of faith, including that the table will stay solid and the chair will hold me. I agreed on a philosophical level but mentioned that most people live on a material level.
Gabriel excused himself to the bathroom, and the seat of the chair spontaneously cracked under me.
Sometimes the gods have to hit me upside the head.
In the end, the role for me is administrative. I'm not suited to spiritual leadership, having no spirit of my own. But I can organize.
And maybe I shouldn't check into group chat with "Operative Iscariot reporting" anymore.
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