Turns Out, I’ve Been Living in an Atheopagan Focus
A guest post by Kaigi-Ron.
It was the knives that first pointed me to the truth.
Seven of them stood at attention by my sink (fastened in magnetic rigor by the new strip I’d just installed), adjacent to the Hello Kitty curtains.
And I was struck: OMG, I have a living Housewives Tarot card in my kitchen!
What was weirdest, this didn’t seem random: I had recently been the victim of vicious (and untrue) gossip. Yet My Science Nerd Mind knew that there was no way this was “directed” at me by “somebody else”.
I pulled the HWT deck from the shelf, found the Seven of Swords, and re-read the copy:
GOSSIPS – THIEVES – BACKSTABBERS
You’ve heard whispering behind your back and sensed phony smiles and condescending charm at every turn. There’s a vicious gossip in your circle doing everything in her power to put a big black stain on your pretty white reputation. Watch out – she’s a real stinker, determined to soil your social status. She’s always been jealous, but now she’s trying to steal your recipes, your friends, and maybe even your husband. Though it’s normally beneath you, the time has come to roll up your sleeves and fight fire with fire!
(Just want to say here that I continue to be impressed by how closely the Housewives Tarot gyves with Butler and Rider-Waite. HWT is now my go-to deck!)
This was a bit unnerving. And I realized that from this day forward, I would never forget this association. I needed to do something to combat that reaction – to feel that I’d Done Something About It and Bl**dy Well Put A Stop To It.
I knew then: I needed to build a Ward. (Yeah, yeah – not actually something real but it will make me feel better,and that’s all to the betterment of mankind.)
I asked the lad and he said it was traditional to put up a mirror. And I had the perfect one – it had been a gift from a friend, so it had extra positive “juju” already associated with it…and which I duly mounted right above the knife rack.
There I Fixed It!
And it’s not just the kitchen, it’s our multiple shelves of overlapping “micro-shrines” of every conceivable configuration. It’s the Shrine of Stuffies, and The Shrine of Hello Kitty. It’s everything: My home is one big temple to feeling good about our shared experiences, and to continuing to take this world forward.
And I realized: I’ve been a Atheopagan a whole lot longer than I thought – I was one way before I had a word for it. Turns out I’ve been living in one big Atheopagan Focus for years!
I can almost hear Madge the Manicurist saying, “You’re soaking in it!” Who knew?
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