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Drabble 75 – Spirare

Markus Krispler

I have never really decided whether or not I want to know the future.

Let’s be clear–I love tarot. I have a deck I sometimes use if I’m feeling inspired, and I have at least one memorably uncanny experience where I kept asking the same question and pulling the exact same card in response, no matter how much I shuffled. It was a bad card, but my analysis of it never came true.

In my own personal philosophy, the future is always changing. When I pulled that card again and again (it was swords, I remember, but the actual card escapes me), by my reading, it was because that was the path I was on. I was obsessing about one thing, and continuing to do so would result in disaster. I stopped, I moved on, and so disaster never came to pass.

Predicting the future, I would imagine, is an imprecise art unless you ascribe to our destinies being, in some sense, predetermined. I’m not a big fan of that, myself; the idea that I don’t have free will, that there’s someone out there pulling the strings, makes me want to find them and give them a good piece of my mind. I’m comfortable not knowing. Uncertainty may be frightening, but it also gives me a sense of comfort to think that it’s chaos all the way down.

Anyway, here’s a drabble.

Drabble 61 – An Dà Shealladh

An Da Sealladh
I think these were mine by Megan Morris

Some people become interested in the supernatural because they have an experience they can’t explain. While there have been a couple of strange occurrences in my life, I have to be realistic and say that they came about after I was heavily invested in reading about poltergeists and cloudbusting and every other manner of weirdness I could get my hands on. I can safely say that I have no interesting supernatural abilities whatsoever, aside from being an eerily good cook and a fairly good knack for judging people accurately from a first impression.

Still, I have a pack of tarot cards. I don’t consult them often, and when I do it’s usually because I’m feeling stuck or uncertain. If nothing else, they’re excellent story prompts–reading them works some of the same muscles, asking me to read between the lines and interpret symbols to make sense of my own life. They don’t necessarily have to be magical to be powerful. I know my life; these archetypal symbols encourage me to look at it differently, and the way I read a symbol into my own life is more telling of me, I think, than of whatever I’m asking about.

I’m an optimistic skeptic. I like to think that I can’t know everything, that some things will always be beyond my comprehension. It makes everything a little easier to bear with by comparison.

But sometimes I think about a time when I shuffled, dealt, shuffled, dealt, shuffled, and dealt my cards for a half hour, pulling the same single card each time, and it’s a bit harder to be a skeptic.

Anyway, here’s a drabble.

Drabble 27 – Auspice

“‘caw’ says the crow” by Comrade Foot.

I’m fascinated by methods of telling the future. I dabbled in tasseomancy as a kid (I was a weird kid, you may recall), but now I mostly play around with Tarot cards when I’m feeling conflicted or uncertain. It’s not that I necessarily believe in telling the future, much less my own ability to do so, more that I like the feeling of thinking, even for a second, that the world is organized enough that I might be able to divine what’s in store.

Omens are fascinating, and I have a particularly good one to share. I was walking to school once with my best friend (with whom I do an excellent podcast, by the way), when she asked me what that sound was. I looked at her, confused, and suddenly there was a crunchy, solid thump behind us. We turned around to find a crow dead on the sidewalk, having just fallen out of the air behind us.

How can you not take that as an omen? Looking up the symbolic meaning of crows, they themselves are not necessarily bad omens. A dead one, though? A dead one that plummeted out of the sky right behind you? That’s a little more difficult to say.

Anyway, here’s a drabble.