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Beware of fortune-tellers when overseas
by John Tiong
ON a visit to China two years ago, a fortune-teller in a village in Guizhou practically tailed me around trying to sell his services. As he ran after me, he insisted that he could help me as he had "seen" some stumbling blocks that I would be facing in my life.
At first, my interest was aroused, naturally and when he sensed that, he quoted the price of a consultation. Then, as I started to walk away, he began to lower his price further and further.
There's one thing about unscrupulous fortune-tellers - they would put fear in their clients first in order to entice them to engage their services and they are experts at detecting vulnerable tourists.
It's really not wise to seek the advice of fortune-tellers in a strange land as you know nothing about them. I feel that having your fortune read is a serious business that should be conducted by fortune-tellers that come highly recommended by people you know.
Moreover, if you're travelling and a fortune-teller tells you something unfavourable, it may spoil the holiday for you.
I've also heard stories of people being conned of their hard earned money by bogus fortune-tellers they meet while travelling. Some claim to be feng shui masters or have the ability to see the client's fortune by studying their hands, faces or aura. Then they would offer "cures" for bad luck, which usually means selling customers gemstones or articles that would, purportedly help them ward off bad luck. Some really crooked ones would demand exorbitant prices for their consultations or even ask to be taken to the houses of their clients so that they can check out the feng shui.
Don't take street fortune-tellers seriously. It is when you start believing them that they would try to cheat you.
When travelling, it's best to just enjoy your holiday. Leave fortune-telling to when you get home.
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Tarot Card of the Day
Deck: Dragon
03/08/09
The Lovers
The Lovers, associated with the sign of Gemini is a many faceted symbol.
On one hand it may mean literally a relationship or the possibility of a new lover coming into your life, but more usually it signifies choices.
Two or more paths may be opening before you, but with the warning that whichever path you take, it will be unlikely that you will be able return to your old way once more.
The moral here is "look before you leap!"
As a daily choice you may be required to use your intuition today, to be sure of which direction you take, whether it be in a relationship or in some other part of your life.
The Lovers offers you the opportunity to return to your true life's path!
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An Icelandic Witch Hunt
The sky hung bulbous and putrid-filled with the heaving threat of rain. In the height of the summer months when the sun hung eternally in the sky and the light of the almighty should have shone warmly on Jón Magnússon’s face, the golden orb cowered away behind billows of thundering storms stretched across the vast jagged plains of Thingvellir.
Darkness gleamed over the trial proceedings based at the foot of the ancient Law Rock. Although no rain had leaked from the heavens, the congregation of curious travelers, onlookers and chieftains who judged the case at hand could feel the weary drabness of the wicked sky and it drained them of their vigor.
Jón Magnússon had journeyed from his ministry in Skutulsfjördur, where he served the people as a priest, to this place of justice, seeking an end to the witchcraft that plagued his brain and corrupted his holy body.
Some years before this day, in 1656, his illness had first sprouted from the soil of his sound mind. A fever consumed him as he laid thrashing in his bed, chains of prayer beseeching relief from the conflagration that singed the underside of his skin.
His eyes were bombarded with pestilent and unencumbered delusions of evil. Demons raping his pious spirit and rapping at his mind’s door demanding entrance into the house that guarded his unflinching faith.
As the bouts of his madness came wing to heel in cycles, he used his periods of clarity to examine what was diseasing him. It occurred to him that he was being targeted with witchcraft, an unholy pursuit popular in the northwest of Iceland at the time.
Locals seemed to think little of it; goodness knows the authorities seemed the archetype of inertia as they reluctantly agreed to investigate the possibility of unchristian behavior.
With time it became more evident to Jón Magnússon that the foundation of the sorcery that clung to his very skin like a wet shirt was a neighboring farm, Kirkjuból, home to a father and son both named Jón Jónsson.
Although the investigators were the catharsis of apathy, they questioned the father and son and coerced them into admitting to the ownership of a magic book and practicing some of the more popular spells known throughout the area.
Caterwauling they alleged that they were not in cohorts with the devil but the curmudgeonly preacher knew this was not the truth but the bile of Satan spewing from his human deliverers of dissent and he considered their molten demise on the stake an apt corporeal punishment for their crimes.
Thinking himself liberated from the witches, Jón Magnússon was perturbed when his demonic visions visited him once again. Riding at his sanity, he assumed the bodies of his former attackers had not been burnt well enough to eradicate the witchcraft that lived inside them and so the corpses of the two Jón Jónsson’s were set alight again until nothing but fluttering flakes of ash was left of them.
Still the priest lay awake at night stalked by mental illness until he became convinced that there were more witches present in the old farm. The farm that had once belonged to the two Jón Jónsson’s now, of course, belonged to the preacher as compensation for the wickedness inflicted upon him.
Jón Magnússon became convinced the new culprit was Thurídur Jónsdóttir, the daughter of Jón Jónsson senior and sister of Jón Jónsson junior. “She is acting in revenge,” he accused, “Cursing me for my justified persecution of her father and sibling” Once more the legal authorities were lethargic while Thurídur claimed innocence.
But this time, Jón Magnússon promised, he would take the case to the highest legal authority as his mind never ceased with the affliction that harnessed his rotting brain.
His battle with the tarred and undaunted soul of this new witch took him where he stood now. In Thingvellir, amongst the throngs of her supporters who testified in her favor and condemned his pursuit for justice, stood his own character witness, the wandering prophet Erlendur Ormsson.
A man who understood and believed him. Understood the ripples this harlot and her kin had splashed in the purling river of his mind. The prophet stood testament to the bibulous squirming monsters that irked Jón Magnússon’s slumber and infested his fever and observed the demented fremitus that resonated after an attack on his spirit by witchcraft.
The firmament above them, as they gathered at the Law Rock, rumbled with the threat of an unhallowed downpour that spooked the animals and pushed the wind to beat ever harder upon the cheeks of the spectators.
Pregnant to the point of birth the clouds cracked open like tear and water began to fall down. Jón Magnússon looked down to his feet to shield his face from the waterfall pouring from the sky and noticed the murky rain stream down his sleeves like dark ribbons binding and restraining him.
He wondered what could have caused him to imagine this, when he was the innocent party in this, “am I not?” he asked himself in the feeblest of voices as the judge began to speak.
For some reason he could not quite understand. He tried to closet his ears from the verdict which he soon realized was not in his favor. Thurídur Jónsdóttir was acquitted of all the charges held against her and victory, the preacher noticed, colored her handsome face.
There would be no rest for his weary mind. Not this day.
Nanna Árnadóttir
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Tarot Poetry
by Michael Gerald Sheehan
Pictures Of Horses
There were pictures of horses
On the walls of the local cafe
I hadn't been there for ages,
But I used to go every day:
Hanging out with a passion
To run wild with desire,
Always hoping I'd meet someone
Who would help me to put out this raging fire.
Like the boys in the alley
Breaking the glass to set off false alarms,
I ran from lover to lover,
Turning on and off to their charms.
When I got what I wanted
I would find nothing there
In a manic-depressive plane
I would fly too high, too fast and crash in despair.
Two explorers were wandering
In the jungle hopeless and scared.
Each was feeling abandoned
Searching for somebody who cared.
When they met one another
Each was sure he'd been found:
But alone or together
You're still lost and you can't help but look around.
Last night a lady was looking
For a needle out on the street.
The children helping said, "Lady,
Where exactly last did you see it?"
"In the house where I dropped it -
but the light is out here."
Someone said "You can't find it that way.
Take the light inside and face your fears."
All the people were talking
In their stalls at the local cafe.
Like the pictures of horses
On the walls, they hang there every day.
Captured spirits of freedom,
Too afraid to be real.
Only freedom there ever was
Is to say and do exactly what you feel.
Some things can never be learned through study. They can only be learned through relationship. Some choices are not a matter of wisdom. They are a matter of preference - and how can we know what we prefer without experience?
As students we learn about the world. As lovers, we learn about ourselves. Beyond all human wisdom there remains what life itself can teach us. It is by making our own choices and living with their consequences that life teaches us and we realize our uniqueness.
Some options are by their very nature mutually exclusive. We are free to choose, but what we choose is what we get. The lesson of the Lovers is that life is freedom, but relationship is essential, and with freedom comes responsibility.
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'Vampire' Found Buried in Venice Mass Grave
A SKELETON exhumed from a grave in Venice is being claimed as the first known example of the "vampires" widely referred to in contemporary documents.
Matteo Borrini of the University of Florence in Italy found the skeleton of a woman with a small brick in her mouth (see right) while excavating mass graves of plague victims from the Middle Ages on Lazzaretto Nuovo Island in Venice (see second image here).
At the time the woman died, many people believed that the plague was spread by "vampires" which, rather than drinking people's blood, spread disease by chewing on their shrouds after dying. Grave-diggers put bricks in the mouths of suspected vampires to stop them doing this, Borrini says.
The belief in vampires probably arose because blood is sometimes expelled from the mouths of the dead, causing the shroud to sink inwards and tear. Borrini, who presented his findings at a meeting of the American Academy of Forensic Sciences in Denver, Colorado, last week, claims this might be the first such vampire to have been forensically examined. The skeleton was removed from a mass grave of victims of the Venetian plague of 1576.
However, Peer Moore-Jansen of Wichita State University in Kansas says he has found similar skeletons in Poland and that while Borrini's finding is exciting, "claiming it as the first vampire is a little ridiculous".
Borrini says his study details the earliest grave to show archaeological "exorcism evidence against vampires".
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