Monera Mason is a mischief-maker.  Her work includes: starting questionable cults with notorious software gurus, writing abstract fiction, catalyzing shenanigans which she deploys on unsuspecting bystanders in the City of Neon. 

Readings in the Collective

I did readings for myself in secret. Never wanting them to be exposed to the influence of others. Now alone there is no need for clandestine readings, and it makes todays 200 words reasonably easy. 

     Today I pulled one about an art collective, and I love its conclusion.  The Valet de deniers is the force behind the Wheel of Fortune. In his most spiritual sense, he spends wealth toward transcendence. The deployment card was one of deniers which is always plural and speaks to the collective nature of wealth.  The reading began with the two of wands which indicates a restless mind wanting to put it towards good use. Deniers always seem to favor the collective good in a Jodorowsky interpretation, best when the material is made spiritual.

    I believe in the meditative act of the tarot and not its predictive path. The idea that it can provide some clarity about what mantras are rattling around in the skull that needs to speak a clear voice. 

    Today has been the end of three days of dusty hell moving the girls into rooms of their own.  The mantra of the feminist creative who rails against the pigeon holes of male domminence. I have nurtured and neglected three powerful budding women and giving them a sense of space to root into their formative high school years has been a trial of patience.  

    I found my best pivots anchored in Theater.  When the endless bickering became a razor's edge, I held a circle and played warm-up games with them. We stayed until they could muster eye contact and gentle tone with each other. Fighting dissolved into play and all was right in the world. 

    As all of them scavenged the bone yards of my art collection to decorate their new spaces, I couldn't help but think that more art must make up my world.  It feeds my family so; and we have always traded movies, books, poetry, and art as the currency that connects us.  

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