The Better Me?

When I last communicated I shared that, just when I was confronted by an axe wielding henchman, I was unceremoniously dragged from one alternate universe into another, only to be summoned by the King and Queen to explain my presence in their Covid 19 free world.

A friend replied to my SOS telling me that I might need to do some fancy footwork to get out of this predicament and I agreed, for as we all know, invading foreigners have bought death to many parts of planet earth.

I couldn’t find the spell the old witch who I encountered had given me but, as luck would have it, I did still have a pack of Tarot cards with me.

I remembered this spread I had seen on IG and decided to figure use it to work out what to do when I met face to face with the King and Queen.

You could have bowled me over with a feather when I examined the spread and realised that there is not really a problem because I am now another version, perhaps a better version, of me and that my other me is still back on Planet Earth coping with lockdown and the associated carry on as journalists in my part of the world brandish their swords and run around scapegoating this one, that one and any other poor unsuspecting who they can pour crap over.

In this world I am taking in the ocean view from the apartment they have put me in, sipping wine from one of the cups and generally thinking how good life is here. Shortly I will be seated at a round table of others who live here and I will bask in the good food, wine and stimulating conversation. The locals seems to be under the impression that I am actually a great king who has come to share my wisdom and knowledge.

Who would have thought? Clearly I have managed to bring my much better self to this place.

The phrase out of the frying pan into the fire is used to describe the situation of moving or getting from a bad or difficult situation to a worse one, often as the result of trying to escape from the bad or difficult one. It was the subject of a 15th-century fable that eventually entered the Aesopic canon.

This is a quick message! I have no idea where I am now! When my path was blocked by an axe wielding henchman I tried not to panic but then I was unceremoniously grabbed and dragged through yet another portal.

No Map Provided

When I set out it was my intention to travel until I find the cave where the Sibyl (High Priestess) has made her last stand for paganism. I begin to seek directions.

It feels like I have not made much progress here. I had not ventured far beyond the portal, but then, when I thought I would slip back to earth I found that this ‘land’, like those in the Faraway Tree, has shifted and the portal is nowhere to be found. When I knock on a hut door seeking directions to the Lemurian city and the cave of the Sibyl, a rather formidable woman demands to know what all the noise is about. Luckily she obliges and as she points the way, I scurry off.

Facing Those Shadows

Like planet earth it is clearly not all fluffy lightness here in this alternative universe. It would appear that one cannot escape from facing the shadow elements. Lucky I have packed some scissors! There are ties to the past that  I still need to be free of.

You can define twilight simply as the time of day between daylight and darkness, whether that’s after sunset, or before sunrise. It’s a time when the light from the sky appears diffused and often pinkish. The sun is below the horizon, but its rays are scattered by Earth’s atmosphere to create the colors of twilight.

Shades of Green

Parallel universe, also known as an alternate universe, or alternate reality, is a hypothetical self-contained plane of existence, co-existing with one’s own. The sum of all potential parallel universes that constitute reality is often called a “multiverse”.

Perhaps there are other Universes, perhaps even with different versions of ourselves, different histories and alternate outcomes, than our own. When it comes to physics, this is one of the most exciting possibilities of all, but it’s far from a certainty.

As I ventured further into this alternative world I came upon a glade and could see a Pan like figure seated on his throne. To my surprise the tree I was standing by transformed and demanded to know ‘who passes here?’

After the procession moved on I noticed the sudden change in light. The clear blue skies had been replaced with a soft green hue, unlike anything I had seen before. If night was falling I would have to find some shelter and I immediately regretted leaving Duncan, a regular travelling companion, behind.

Luckily I had penned a hasty note on Instagram suggesting that “if you’re interested in magic doors, other worlds, time travel, and alternate realities, joining me might fill a void in your life”, for quite suddenly, a friend magically materialised carrying an old pair of night vision binoculars.


Beyond the Portal

A Portal! It can be a simple door to another room, or an interdimensional gateway to another realm. But no matter the portal, there is always adventure waiting on the other side

When I stepped through the portal I found myself in an alternative universe, far removed from the stresses and strains of living on planet earth in 2020.

I am revealing my age! In Australia, APCs such as Bex, Vincent’s and Veganin were the most widely used with the marketing phrase “A cup of tea, a Bex and a good lie down” became a common slang expression. Bex was seen as the housewife’s drug of choice in the 1950s and 1960s. However, it became recognised that these medications were addictive and they were eventually banned.

Initially, as I took in what was happening in front of me, I thought I might have happened upon a kind of street parade, for there before me was a girl casually riding the kind of mythical creature one sees in old maps. Alongside them was a Knave riding his stallion and he was accompanied by a very royally dressed cat who was mounted upon a monkey.

It is a relief to be in a world, far removed from the depressing daily count of Covid 19 death and destruction, but clearly, since I have never seen anything like this before, I might need to have a Bex and a lie down somewhere and take some time to orientate.

As I lay quietly I contemplated who would come with me on this adventure. Back in the day, when I led people, through the back door of the Soul Food Cafe, into Lemuria there was quite a crowd. Times have changed and it is hard to say if anyone else will come.

Inner-child work is a powerful tool for healing from psychological trauma. The inner-child is not a literal child, it is a metaphorical “little you”. It is the part of your psyche that is still childlike, innocent, and full of wonder. By connecting with our inner-child, we gain access to new information about our unhealed wounds, and the needs that may not have been met when we were actually children.

When it looked as if Christianity was taking hold in her native Campania in southern Italy, the Sibyl left her labyrinth of caves in Cumae below the temple of Apollo She had pronounced her oracles there for hundreds of years, but she was now taking to the hills, to make one of the last stands of paganism on the highest ridge of the Apennines, still called the Monti Sibillini in her honour. From The Beast to the Blonde by Marion Warner

When I could not find a deck of cards that spoke to my inner child or to the Enchantress who led travellers through a portal beyond the Soul Food Cafe, I decided to create a deck of my own using found images.

This completed deck of cards was compiled using an incomplete deck of Goddess Oracle Cards. The imagery depicted here has been taken from second hand children’s books, sourced from Charity Stores and from old fantasy art magazines.

It is my intention to slip through the portal back into Lemuria and travel until I find the cave where the Sibyl has made her last stand for paganism.