Into the Cave

7 of Coins:
When I drew this card this morning,

I had to laugh out loud!


See, yesterday evening we went to see the movie “Cave of forgotten Dreams” from Werner Herzog about the Chauvet Cave in France.
Now today, the 7 of Coins shows a prehistoric person painting on the wall of an ancient cave – supposedly Lascaux, but the Horse drawings above him on the wall look very much like the ones in Chauvet!


Yesterday we found it enigmatic and beautiful to see the amateurish film from/ about the elderly scientists exploring the cave, but we also wondered about all the strange avant guard and quite ‘squeaky”violin and cello music, that they used for the film and that none of them had any inkling about the shamanistic worldview of the people that painted these images. There also was a Reindeer fur clad guy, who plaid on a replica of the oldest Flute ever discovered.

And what did he play?

The Star spangled Banner  😦
With only o short shot and 1 sentence the Bear Skull Altar was mentioned in the film.


– and then back to religious music….

The scientists were all christians and to even talk about shamanism for them means risking their carrier and their reputation…..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oZFP5HfJPTY

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Today in the 7 of Coins I am seeing a person that although lived 30 000 years ago, has much the same worldview as I do…. that is enigmatic. although back then people did not paint with a paint Brush like in the card image, he looks at me and I see eye to eye with him on many levels…. What would he think about my life here today?

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So: How was my day after drawing this card?
20/ 20:
Well, no, I did not paint a cave today
A client of mine asked me to present a shamanic teaching circle about love using the Medicine Wheel as a paradigm – for her grandchildren. So I sequestered myself for a while into my Spirit Cave and planed that event. It will happen on Thursday at a Medicine Wheel I build with the family last year.
I will need a lot of loving patience when working with these precious young Souls.
The patience that is a virtue of the 7 of coins will help me…..

… and yes, the prehistoric man in the image would understand all about love and concern for children in the circle of the family….

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here some infos about Chauvet Cave and the world’s oldest flute:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chauvet_Cave

http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2009/06/090624-bone-flute-oldest-instrument.html

Sacred Sites – Nazca

Recently a wonderful present arrived in my home:

The Sacred sites Tarot

 There are quite a few cards that – better than any other image – for me personally embody and enliven the concept of certain RWS meanings.

Let me try to explain what I mean on the example of the 8 of Wands:

The Condor soaring high over the mysterious Nazca lines:

Yes! It clearly shows the meaning of having to rise high above a creative project, situation and get a Bird’s eye view of the situation / the project.

Only from up here we can see the whole “landscape as it now presents itself.

All its hills and valleys, all the extend of the labyrinthine path below/ the convoluted winding intertwined interconnected ways of a situation / problem……

And:

The Condor looks with detachment down upon the creation of humans.

= We are looking at it from the vantage point of a different species. 

We are getting the detached perspective of a Being outside of the situation.

Like a counselor sees a marriage and all its problems with a more detached overview.

Like I “see” through the eyes of one of my Owls and then can point out things previously unnoticed and also ways out of the labyrinth of problems…..

Out of the desert-like, energy draining trackway the person is stuck in and running through again and again over towards the nourishing waters of new fertility / ideas, behavior and release……

What better metaphor for the 8 of Wands than the Condor speedily flying over it all and seeing it all… 🙂

 That is something I always said about the Nazca lines:

They are labyrints, to be walked in a sacred manner. Each step each drop of sweat a gift to the Spirits.

The Animal geoglyphs  are just that = labyrinths.

NOT maizes, where you get lost.

 These geoglyphs  portray the sacred worldview of the people that created them: Learn from the Hummingbird – Chilpalmilto the Fighting Jewel! For some South American tribal people he stands for the 2 chambers of the human heart: Love and Hate – Compassion and Fight…

Learn from the Monkey and his roundabout circular round and round again sooo human -like tail spinning spiral. Learn about his ways while you walk this gigantic labyrinth in the heat and dry air – or the freezing night up on the plateau – and see what you learn about the human condition.

The human- like Owl Man/ Being is also often called the “astronaut figure” . Here it  is drawn up the hill however – not so much labyrinth but steeeeeep climb leading – where?

Straight into the head, where our ideas come from – and all our machinations and ruminations.

Into the head and around – but NOT into the eyes!!= towards sacred vision.

 

Were the eye circles sacred altars once?

I would check that – go there, just touch the Earth…..

It would “speak”

Was it the Owl that was to see while soaring over the labyrinths at night?

Were there offerings left for her? – For the Rodent prey of the Owl People that is?

Corn and Grains that brought rodents out of their burrows?

So Owl man could feed?

Or were there offerings of putrid meat – of the recently dead, that were left for Condors to come from far and wide – to strip the bones bare?

To take them up to their nests up high in the mountains?

The Condor: Was the Condor their Messenger to the Great Mystery?  Condors are highly revered all over ancient and modern South America.  The Condor alone could see the whole picture – the whole mystery…..

Some people said the geoglyphs are to be seen by the stars! ??

?– At night, in the dark?

The Star People might be too high up above to see it….

I am coming back to the Condor – who flies in the rising heat of the morning Sun…..

and the Owl – Messenger of the darkness of mind and shadow, through which we often stumble…..

 

http://www.gogeometry.com/incas/nazca_lines_astronaut.htm

Clients and Northern Shadows

              

   Northern Shadows 3 of Swords

I am having a hard time describing the card.

This is tooooooo close!

Right now.

This is, as if S and J are standing before me, right now, holding baby Willow.

See, Willow, Willow was not supposed to be here….

I think???

…………….or maybe she was…. .

Sometimes things go VERY wrong…..

Hydrops fetalis is one of these things.

S found out in week 21 of her pregnancy – and decided against a late abortion.

Willow was born still, but modern medicine knows a lot of tricks and they got the heart going again…. and she went on a ventilator – and she had 9 surgeries to fix/ manage the hydrops and several other problems like a closed left lung, a none functioning stomach and ….. a loooooong list…..

She was at the hospital for all her almost 2 years of “life”, never opening her one good eye, never even crying – never moving even one limb……

Slooooly but surely S and J recognized the “hounds of hell,” that rode over their little family.

The priest who spoke of “god’s mysterious ways” and the holy gift of life, that should not be denied, …. = why the tubes needed to stay in……

Yes, modern medicine tried EVERYTHING.

And S and J and Willow suffered through everything.

Somehow they had heard of scruffy little me and came, wanting to know, if I could help.

Journeying showed, that Willow’s Spirit was not in her body – not since she left the womb.

Willow’s Spirit was back on the Tree of Life, where it belonged….

And no, you do not have to give up being a christian in order to come here and ….

….pray for the unthinkable……

You are her parents and the unthinkable is to allow Willow’s body to return home.

You can safely pray here

to anyone you need to

to find the strength to……… :love:

They cried….

They prayed…..

They found the strength to

turn of the machines and the Spirit of Mercy took her physical form away, back into the loving arms of Umai Ee’ne, the Earth Mother.

The hounds of hell are still riding…

…..jumping across the empty cradle in the baby bedroom,

over J.’s outbursts of anger

and race through the nightmares of S.

When will their hoof beat subside?

Sunday

Sunday they will come out to my house.

We will sing lullabies to Spirit baby Willow.

Mixed messages and sadness seen through the Gaian Tarot

I had this deck on my wish list for ages.
Now, when I look at it I am wondering: What was I thinking!!??
-Well, it was back in the time, when I was on strict dial up and could not look at scans of decks or load the web sites of deck creators.
Yesterday I looked through the cards, and honestly, there are just 25 cards I like and from these only 3 I really like….
So many others are – what I feel as being “tacky” or “kitsch”.
Today I did not dare to use it for a reading for a client… It just did not feel right at all.
Now I am curious to find out how this week will develop:

Saturday

8 = Strength
Strength is a good card for me today, reminding me, – to use what I know I have at my disposal.
And here it stops
I do NOT like this card image at all!
I do not even want to describe it. A baby lion with a crown of pink flowers on his head being cradled by a dreamy looking lady dressed in pink and yellow scarves and ….

….oh forget it all, to me THAT is kitsch!

Sunday:
Child of Water:
The word invokes a very specific meaning deep in my knowledge and experience base: Child of Water is one of the 2 hero twins of the Dine’h Nation. The one, that knows the trance and knows how to heal and taught all the healing sings to the humans….
I have a very special connection to that one. My Inde’ teacher was also called a ‘tubadejine’ ….

On the card however, there is a scene like on the water’s edge at a lake.Sea weed, shells in crystal clear water, a star Fish, a hermit crab.
BUT there is a kid, maybe 3 years of age, purple dress white sun hat…
This is a REAL child = someone’s kid!

I am thrown out of whatever I was thinking and I have the feeling, I have to know this child = who’s kid this is…. It is a photograph… put into the image…..
Somehow this kills this being a Tarot card – for me….

 

 

Monday:
Explorer of Water:
There is a young guy on a surf board, catching the wave, standing up and racing it, dolphin at his side…
He looks quite like a Neanderthal youth…. from the facial features….. the fleeing chin… I still have my brain stuck in the Tarot of the Origins….
The card’s message = fast forward into the present….

Tuesday

8 of Water
A woman with dark hair is swimming in green ?? clear water. The shore with rocks and Tree stumps is visible in the background.
Again, the feeling, that I am supposed to know this woman, She is on/ in other cards too. I am not in the “in crowd” I am not part of the inside information.
I should go into the web site and look the card up. But I do not feel like sitting on the computer doing this.
Life happens AWAY from the pooooooter!!! This photograph tells me nothing about today.
Its message to me?? go swimming??????
Stay above water?? immerse yourself??? Move on your own power through a different element?
Exercise?
Be a woman out in Nature?  I an that.
It is +2C the creek is ice covered. 3 crows are slip/sliding around there. Not time to jump in for me….
I will immerse myself in my day…..

Wednesday:

3 of Waters
That one is a nice card!
3 sea Otters are playing in a kelp bed.
Otters are forever playful and gregarious.
We here have a family of river otters and now is the time to watch them playing on the rapidly melting ice, sliding from hole to hole, chasing each other, sliddering and splashing in the melt water.
What a nice site to see. the card helps to up-lift my gloomy mood.
Skitter, the Raccoon boy we hand raised all last year came out of hibernation, played with me for about an hour and then disappeared…
That was a week ago.

Since then – nothing…..
Who ate my child?

Thursday :

The 10 of Air
is a beautiful card:14 large magnificent Birds (Canada Geese? or Sandhill Cranes??) are flying in formation before the backdrop of beautiful sun-lit rosy purple clouds.
they are telling me, to rise above it, move on, but I am in 10 of Swords mood – since a few days now.
By now I am sure, Skitter has been killed, most likely by one of the many large predators out there, starving at this time of the year and just waiting for a happy, well fed young Raccoon to bumble along.
It is true, the air outside is filled with Birds returning. Spring is here.
I am frozen in sadness.
I try nor to think about it, but that does not work.

Friday:

10 of Fire:

The forest is burning – on the card only – for now…. thick smoke billows up, partially blackens out a rising slope on which mature Black Spruce Trees are fully engulfed in flames.

What will be left after this is utter destruction and a charred blackened Earth. But Black Spruce have cones, that will only open during a fire and only then release their seeds into the charcoal covered ground they need for germination.

Here, today in mid March we have + 15 Celsius at 10.00 am. It is at least 10 degrees too warm-about 12-15 degrees above what used to be normal for this time of year.

If this trend continues for the rest of the year as it has during this month – and as it is predicted by the weather experts, we will have a “summer of death as they already are beginning to call it. Scorching heat, tornadoes and heavy thunderstorms – like the one we had yesterday, when my house was directly hit by lightning and the power was knocked out.

Large scale forest fires are predicted, droughts and all kinds of other calamities…..

I do hope they are wrong.

This stuff is the last we all need….

Global warming…….

It is here.

 

Ice Age anyone?

The Tarot of the Origins

will be my deck for this week. I am currently reading 2 books about Ice age art and life ways as well as what ethnologist are finding out about belief systems and spirituality at the dawn of civilization. culture and spirituality. The images of the Tarot of the Origins go very well with this theme and my thoughts about creating some jewelry out of the Mammoth tusk pieces we still have from a dig east of Dawson City in the Yukon.

Daily draw:

card 12 of the suite of emotions:

Animal of Soul

Whouw!

What a card to start my week.

The huuuuuuge head of a woolly Rhino dominates the center, just waaaay back in the upper part of the image a human hunter with shield and spear is visible.

It feels as if the Animal is stomping away from him, whirling up dust and dirt and whatever else is in its way…

What, if the beast decides to turn around and face its puny little opponent?

With this HORN !!!!!!is the hunter alone, or are his pals nearby? Can you / can I imagine going after some foe like this – in an attempt to get dinner?

Because eat them we did! In the middle Paleolithic =“30 000years ago, Rhinos made up about 16% of what our Ancestors ate. Later, in the Magdalenian, the time of the beautiful cave paintings, it was less than 1%.

Would we women have joined the hunt?

Me with 56-certainly not, I would be ancient oooold and probably back at camp, taking care of the kids, that for sure were kept out of nose- width of this Rhino.

Well, there is another card with a Rhino in this deck: Death

Here the sandy brown Rhino has speared a puny little human onto its huuuuuuge horn, lifting him into the blood red sky.

A powerful vision of how a warrior or hunter meets the Ancestor Spirits!

Since Rhinos were more and more rare in the landscape, what would our Ancestors have thought about them?

What shamanistic Powers would they have attributed to them?

What myth?

What stories of the hunt would have been told?

Who saw the last Rhino on the steppes of central Europe?

Were there any over here in North America?

Who will see the very last wild Rhino in modern day Africa?

Could we save it from extinction?

For today?

The stern warning is: Do not engage what you may not be able to escape from.

I hope, that does not pertain to the Tarot of the Origins

http://taroteca.multiply.com/photos/album/287/Origins#

Mother Earth the Turtle

Healing Earth Tarot
7 of Shields
The blue waves of the sea surround a spooked wheel with the Great Turtle and her eggs in its Center.
For me this card encompasses a whole world view:
Mother Earth the Turtle
floating within the blue blanket of Father Sky.

She is seen with her 7 eggs, symbolizing the future of us all, hinting at the next 7 generations following ours, the people, for whom we need to steward and protect our living Mother, so in turn She will continue to nurture and feed all of her living children residing on her broad back.
All the creation myth of the First Nations, in which Mother Earth the Turtle feature prominently float through my mind.

Here is one, often told in our Longhouse:

The Earth on Turtle’s Back
Long time ago, before the Earth was here, all was water. Many creatures lived in the water, swimming about. Far above the clouds, there was, however, a land where lived a powerful chief. His wife was going to have a baby. In that Sky land was a great tree with four large roots, stretching out to each of the four sacred directions, and bearing many kinds of fruits and flowers.

One night the chief’s wife dreamed that the great tree had been uprooted. The chief perceived that this was a dream of great power, and thus must be fulfilled. With great effort, the tree was uprooted, leaving a large hole in the sky. The chief’s wife leaned to look through the hole, but lost her balance and fell.

Grasping at the tree as she fell, she only managed to hold onto a handful of seeds. The water creatures below saw her falling. They realized that she was not a water creature and tried desperately to think of a way to help her.

“I have heard,” said one, “that there is earth far below the waters. Perhaps we should try to get some for her to stand upon.”

One by one the animals tried to dive down far enough to retrieve land, but one by one they failed. Finally, brave little muskrat tried one last time. Deeper and deeper she dove until her little lungs almost burst. Suddenly she found a bit of land. Scooping it up, she frantically swam to the surface. But alas, where to put the land?

The Turtle said, “Put it on my back. I will hold up the Land and the Sky Woman.” And so they did. Sky woman landed safely on Turtle’s back and was very thankful. She cast the seeds about.

The Land on the Turtle’s back became ever so beautiful. The tiny piece of Earth on the turtle’s back began to grow.

It grew and grew and grew until it formed an island in the water. The island grew larger and larger, but still the turtle bore the weight of the Earth on his back. A huge island sat in the middle of the water, and today that island is known as North America or  “Turtle Island.


But not only the Native Americans have stories about the Great Turtle, the Chinese do too and so do tribal people in Africa and Australia.
Turtle is universal.
Turtle provides grounding for all our high flying ideas, asking questions of sustainability and consideration for all life on this small and so very fragile planet.
It asks each and every one of us to do their part, not only lip service and – maybe a little recycling…..

Mother Earth the Turtle is a recurring subject in my art.
Again and again She appears,
As bone carving on a Medicine pouch,
As petroglyph drawing on a drum.
As a pendant or pin in the jewelry I make my living with…..
Each and every time I draw Her, carve Her, cut Her shape out of Sterling silver or any other metal, I am speaking her message – and the message of all my Relations.
Inspired by this card, I will today, yet again create a Turtle, draw a Turtle, speak of Turtles……

Will you hear me?

Ravens on my Mind

Healing Earth Tarot: 

9 of Wands:

That sounds about right – for today – considering that in the RWS system often this card would

show a person carrying 9 wands up a steep hill……

My card however is different and yet – fitting: Raven and 9 burning wands.


We have wonderful cold and sunny weather and so we are off into the bush, getting wands out. Loooooong wands!!
Biiiiiig wands, heavy too, publicly they are called logs – for the fire on the card in front of me.
Peter will cut them, with the chain saw and it is my job to load them onto the toboggan (hand drawn sled) and pull them out of the bush -without falling over my snowshoes. Each of them will weigh at least as much as me and I will often have 2 of them on my toboggan…..
Wandering wands wandering into our hearth fire- ultimately – next winter…..
Raven in the center of the card.
Raven overhead!
Caaaaawing at us and all the noise we make, but also swooping down to get a closer look. I caw up, he caws down; we get each other.
Raven,
Kakagee, Cree Guardian of West
Bran, Gaelic guide of the Morrigan
Tupulo Gaukuuk, who flies high along the West Coast of Canada
Kutkinako, who gluckses wisdom to shaman’s ears in Yakutia
Ee’ren Karakoruk= the “Black Caller” in my language – making a rukus = loud noises, while teaching us how to fish and how to make fire…..
The rukus today however is about Sex.
Raven Sex, that is….
…..going on just about now.
Tomorrow we expect high winds, blowing away our nice weather, bringing rain

(–onto my nice fast snowshoe trails, making them sloooow and sluggish, requiring heavy pulling…)


But before the rain comes, Raven and Lady Raven will dance on the wind, lock talons, tumble, gift each other small twigs caaaaw a rukus of love into the storm and then start their nest on on the windswept pines across Kawpakwakog river.


Tomorrow, I will sit next to my hearth fire and think about the stories of Raven.
RAVEN, the Spirit
How RAVENS keep save the city of London….
Of RAVEN stealing the first fire
of RAVEN opening the Clam Shell to let out the first Haida People, Of Raven stealing the sun from a nasty old chief and singing all his nice white feathers black
Of RAVEN, helping to find the Eight’s Star Sister, the one that moved from Siberia to North America and stayed there- according to the stories of my ancestors…….
Of E’eren Karakoruk, who’s black feathers we Khams wear and who dances in the Sun’s Fire with us….


And while pulling my sled
a poem in my mind I met:

 

Raven, fly higher
It’s you, I admire
Go up to the sun
Flash wing and you’r gone!

The Fox in the Hen House

Card of the day:

Minchiate Fiorentine :

5 of Swords

Oh, the Fox in the hen house!

5 blue swords with yellow ………………. and red…………………. are nicely arranged, suspended in mid air over a scene: 3 chickens – cockerels to be precise ,2 red and and one white are looking on as a rather simply drawn Fox – or Wolf is seen emerging out of a rather stylized cube-like edifice, that somehow reminds me of a guard house !!! that lets me think of another allegorical saying: It goes something like “When the Fox is guarding the hens” or “Look, who is guarding the fort!

From the RWS system we all know by heart, what the 5 of swords mean. But Minchiate is 400 years its senior , even older than the Marseille – I think- (and have to check -) So all these rules along which we navigate through Tarot do not apply. I actually like that.

For one I can read a card purely intuitively, but as an added bonus I can study and find out as much as I can about these early decks and their time and their correspondences.

To recognize allegories in the cards is fun! Some I know – like this one, Others I do not, because I did not grow up with a “white Western worldview” and so have not been exposed to many of its fables, folk songs, fairytale and legends. I am learning now, as an adult =via intellect and memory, but that is very different compared to growing up with it…..Many of he stories and fables of my childhood are quite different, from Siberia and then again, some of the western ones were mixed in with them…..

Back to the Fox in the hen house:

He is white!

Innocent looking = according to the ways of the people in 1550 Italy.

The 2 hens with the red wing feathers -?- are they sensing the danger?, the first on stretches out as if to get a closer look, or a whiff of the Foxes scent. Chickens are reported not to have good eyesight – I have never “been a Chicken” – in trance I mean, I do not know, if that is true.-

Somehow the color of the chickens reminds me of the French, that invaded Italy in1494. What did the players of the Minchiate game think, seeing this card. Especially during and after these times of peril

Did these chickens represent the armies of Charles VIII of France to them?

Ifffff, then the Borgia Pope – Alexander VI certainly was to them the Fox in his white papal robe…..

Well, I recognize, I am drifting here….

For today, this is another “watch out, be careful, not all is as it seems “card.

For me NOTHING is ever, as it seems.

It is, as it is.