Signs and wonders, water stain writing the wall Daniel’s message, blood of the moon on us all — Sufjan Stevens, “The Only Thing” from Carrie & Lowell The exhilaration of initiation. The stink of failure and frustration. A parking lot…
Ch-Ch-Changes Divination
Stirring to Life in the Spring: Announcing New Tarot and Astrology Readings!
Happy Gemini new moon, you sweet stromboli! As one with natal moon in Gemini, this is an exciting time of year for me personally. I feel invigorated, stimulated, exhausted, and reinvigorated all in the span of an hour. Like…
Snow swirls down on the streets of Brooklyn. I’m tired, honey. I’m tired of falsehoods; I’m tired of pretending everything is fine. Everything is not fine. People are sick and lack access to proper medical and spiritual care. Refugees…
When I dream, I dream in flight the swells and stills of all that’s come and the setting forth our kindred sum a point in a constellation — Ayla Nereo, “Wild Burn” Captain’s Log, stardate January 2017. It is,…
Today is the day of my first Saturn Return. HOORAY but also ARGH! I woke up this morning with a herbal hangover, a sore neck, and bills to pay. ISN’T GROWING OLDER SUPER I have plenty to say about…
You might have noticed that 2016 has been, uh…a little extra. To put it REALLY MILDLY OK There are, of course, many factors that contribute to such a maelstrom of shit. Many angles from which we can look at…
This is not mere speech all we seek is here where we stand and shape as clay, turning tides dug deep and wider still to hold what comes and wider still to say We’ll never be moved from here…
HAPPY HOLLOW WIENER EVERYONE I pop in today to wish you a very happy day, as they say, and offer up on the altar of spookiness a flash special: EDWARD GOREY READINGS Edward Gorey made a 20-card oracle deck…
Holy hot juice in a bag. It’s Scorpio season, non-ironically my favorite, and the times, they are a-changin’. Halloween is almost upon us. SPOOKY SPICY SHRIMPS Behind the scenes here at PZTNT, the literal kettle is whistling and the…
Surprise! I moved to Brooklyn! SWEET SPAGHETTI SQUASH, little kitty cats! I’ve been keeping it sort of secret, the way you hold your breath on a wish for fear of bursting the magical bubble and having it all come…
Keep your eyes wide. Please heed the call. The times, as ole Bobby D so famously sang, are a-changin’. In these tumultuous times, we sacred arts practitioners can not afford to pretend that we aren’t affected – and that we cannot…
