Ouroboros Unbound

You know those days when you begin to wonder if you’re in some kind of hidden camera comedy/reality show? Well this morning was one of those days…

I’d already decided yesterday that today I would write about Ouroboros Unbound, an image that was fastest and easiest to flow into life… I melted wax onto iron and thought of Jörmungandr meaning “huge monster” also known as the Midgard (World) Serpent and lo and behold a portion of him appeared to page cutting through the sea. Following on from yesterday’s rooster, this felt to be the natural follow on as this beastie is also a herald of the end of the world… Whilst his tail is grasped in his mouth, all is well… When he releases his tail then epics will unfurl.

Between runs 2 and 3 this morning, I have half an hour of driving solo… I find my self last minute deciding to switch route. I swerve and wonder who is calling me from that direction. Are the Kites out? I’m tanking through the countryside, flattening curves by taking the shortest route through bends so I don’t lose speed… That’s good for the snakey parts as I weave between left and right hand sides of road…I’m past Kite terrority and no sightings. But then I get to a near on 90 degrees to the left and out the corner of my right eye, I catch a flash of white. I slam brakes and slow enough to let the white Rooster with a red comb, strut carefreely across the road in front of me…

I laugh and say to him “Blimey mate! I nearly crossed you over to the other side!”

He sticks to his strutting without skipping a beat “Bwark! Bwark! Bwark! Bwark! Stayin’ Alive! Stayin’ Alive!”

I’m amused that my John Travolta rooster isn’t a suicidal chicken… Yes! Funny cosmos! Good joke!

I recall how there are 2 roosters in the mythology, one black and one white… The black one drawn yesterday, the white one on my path today. Yes! Today is definitely the day to go with Ouroboros Unbound…

I get back to base and now I’m onto round 3… We leave the carpark and my 4 passengers chatter away as I wonder about Ouroboros and how it might sound when he lets go of his tail… PFOOOF! Oh no! That’s not good!

The conversation stops and 4 puzzled faces all wondering why I just exclaimed “Oh no!”

“Can’t any of you hear that?”

A chorus of “What?”

“Flat tyre!”

Baduff… Baduff… Baduff…

Braking again, dashboard alerts flashing… Rear left tyre 2psi…

Oh crap! Time to pull over. Of course the on the ball manager isn’t working today and the on call manager is as slow witted as my usual manager is rapid fire minded…

I ring him…

“Oh oh oh… Oh oh oh… Ohhhh errrr… I’m not sure what to do…”

“Look, just get here and stay with this car, I can quickly walk back to fetch mine then take these 4 then skip back to pick up the other 2. I’ve already rang 24/7 and gone around in circles with them as they claim we’re not on the system, I’ve convinced them we are and they’re coming but I don’t know when.”

Tyre guy rings back. “Are you sure you can’t drive on it love?” “Yes LOVE! It’s flat as a witch’s tit! It’s on the rim!” “Oh! Oh… Oh well there’s no way we can do it today and maybe not even tomorrow. I’m still trying to source for you. I’ll ring you back.”

Manager arrives, I update him and he wants to know where my other passengers are. I quickly explain that they’re elsewhere because it makes life easier for them and me to collect from town instead of base. He concedes that yes, that makes good sense. He offers a solution that I know will add more confusion to the mix. I tell him rounds are my gig and I can get everyone there quicker doing it on my own. I boss him around, tell him to ring the tyre guys back and then ring R to source me a new set of wheels if needed for later.

Wheels are turning and everyone gets to where they should be. The Wagon is abandoned until tomorrow, for the first time in almost a year, I miss my old Toyota. But whipping around the rest of the round in my Neptune Green Focus is fun! The phone rings! Still no new tyre but a new set of wheels lined up. Yay! Tonight I get the big mini bus to bounce around in!

So… Yeah, a cosmic joke to be sure and another reminder to mind my thoughts and manifestations…

A day filled with oh’s, rings and rounds…

Moving back to the image on the card. This card came out the first time I read for someone else with the D. O. Though at the time, I wasn’t sure if these images had legs as a deck.

My favourite kind of readings are reading for other readers, especially ones who really know their stuff. On one level it’s a bit scary as maybe I’ll get busted and word will get out that I just make shit up… On another level, it’s liberating AF as they often give me free rein to go where I want…

I got a request for a reading, I got sent a great question (another plus when reading for peers). Initially intending to use tarot, my muse had other ideas and whispered “Dust off those Nornish postcards”. I didn’t argue nor did I request permission from my Querent… The pieces of card ignored her question and told me other things… The card told me it’s name ‘Ouroboros Unbound’ then it rolled out mystical and magical images which meant nothing to me and seemed to veer away wildly from any interpration I would have given from the image or the mythology behind it… It was an email reading and so I just took dictation and sent it off…

Feedback arrived a couple of days later, the message had landed and made perfect sense on the other end…

I shelved my cards again, knowing that they were an oracle in progress… But not knowing when they’d come out again…

Ouroboros Unbound… I think that kind of describes an oracle reading as opposed to a tarot reading… Tarot, a clear answer to a question, where the reader knows that the question has been answered as the words loop round full circle into completion… Oracle… The circle opens and snakes and the reader doesn’t close the circle as it has snaked its way over to the seeker to put back into place…

But what do I know? I just make up shit as I go along… So what? It’s not the end of the world! (or is it…) 0~~~\o/~~