The Giants’ Tarot, Raven Kaldera

Draw for April 21, 2017
Active Influence: Asvid/The Hierophant
Rune: Perthro/Chance
Hidden Influence: Hrungnir/Seven of Wands

Today you have keen insight and strong intuition; add clear thinking to the mix for best results. Nonetheless, proceed with caution. Others may argue with you for no apparent reason, but you need to figure out what their real reasons are. Once you’ve done that, you can decide what actions to take—or not take. Any risks you take today must be thoroughly calculated.

Good Bones
~ Maggie Smith

Life is short, though I keep this from my children.
Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine
in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways,
a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways
I’ll keep from my children. The world is at least
fifty percent terrible, and that’s a conservative
estimate, though I keep this from my children.
For every bird there is a stone thrown at a bird.
For every loved child, a child broken, bagged,
sunk in a lake. Life is short and the world
is at least half terrible, and for every kind
stranger, there is one who would break you,
though I keep this from my children. I am trying
to sell them the world. Any decent realtor,
walking you through a real shithole, chirps on
about good bones: This place could be beautiful,
right? You could make this place beautiful.

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Make this place beautiful.

The Giants’ Tarot, Raven Kaldera

Draw for April 20, 2017
Active Influence: Blodughadda/Ace of Cups
Rune: Inguz/Fertility, Creativity
Hidden Influence: Geirrod & Loki/Eight of Swords

A breath of fresh air in the form of emotional growth allows you to find a new perspective on your situation. While you may indeed still feel stuck or caught, your new take on things inspires you to think of a new approach to dealing with people and circumstances. It may not be easy or pretty, but you have a way forward that is less grim than you thought, and will pay off in the long term.

If you are new to working with bindrunes, I suggest you read the introductory bindrune post here, then return to this post to read about this specific bindrune. Remember that working with bindrunes, as with working with any kind of magic, does not carry guaranteed results, and may produce results quite different from what you expect.

The state of the world has many people struggling to cope with the seemingly endless barrage of bad news on all fronts. We could all use a boost, so I created this bindrune to revitalize my soul and give me the renewed hope to carry on with my life, my art, and my work to make the world a better place, in spite of the various idiots in charge who are trying their damnedest to make it worse. I hope it proves helpful for you.

Bindrune to Revitalize the Soul – Ziu Sol Chalc

Ziu (left tile, gold in bindrune): Ziu is the lightning strike of inspiration, the flash of illumination when a new idea first appears. Ziu brings in the creative energies of Zeus and Zisa, and the strength of  truth and justice from Tyr.

Sol (center tile, orange in bindrune): The healing light of the sun, encouraging growth and flourishing on all levels.

Chalc: (right tile, blue in bindrune): The sacred Chalice which contains your soul, your dreams, your best self, and which nourishes and inspires you as you do your work and make your way in the world.

The bindrune on the right was done in colored pencil. The one on the left was done with fine point calligraphy markers. They are shown in two different media to give an idea of how the same bindrune looks different depending on how it is created.

You could put a drop of peppermint oil for inspiration, rose for self-love, or lavender for calm. You could also use your favorite oil on it to reinforce the energy with your personal scent. You can also use a magical oil, such as a hoodoo oil or other type of specially prepared oil.

Use this bindrune—and all bindrunes—entirely at your own risk.

Girl Without Hands
~ Margaret Atwood

Walking through the ruins
on your way to work
that do not look like ruins
with the sunlight pouring over
the seen world
like hail or melted
silver, that bright
and magnificent, each leaf
and stone quickened and specific in it,
and you can’t hold it,
you can’t hold any of it. Distance surrounds you,
marked out by the ends of your arms
when they are stretched to their fullest.
You can walk no further than this,
you think, walking forward,
pushing the distance in front of you
like a metal cart on wheels
with its barriers and horizontals.
Appearance melts away from you,
the offices and pyramids
on the horizon shimmer and cease.
No one can enter that circle
you have made, that clean circle
of dead space you have made
and stay inside,
mourning because it is clean.

Then there’s the girl, in the white dress,
meaning purity, or the failure
to be any colour. She has no hands, it’s true.
The scream that happened to the air
when they were taken off
surrounds her now like an aureole
of hot sand, of no sound.
Everything has bled out of her.

Only a girl like this
can know what’s happened to you.
If she were here she would
reach out her arms towards
you now, and touch you
with her absent hands
and you would feel nothing, but you would be
touched all the same.