3-card spread for Lá Bealtaine 2026

When two Major Arcana cards appear together, it’s a sign that there’s an important dynamic between two major forces or major life-concepts at work (Temperance & The Hierophant).

  1. Spring Bonfire: Your passion – feel the fullest intensity of this card.
    5 of Knives
    Lord of Defeat? Fuck that – I AM the Phantom here. (This will make more sense to you, Dear Reader, when I publish the poem I am currently working on.) Additionally, the 5 of Knives is the intellectual aspect of the Hierophant.
  2. Past Winter: What you’ve gained through recent experiences.
    Temperance
    Temperance is the act of coming to terms with ourselves, combining and balancing all of our attributes to find completion and peace of mind within ourselves.
  3. Coming Summer: Where you will grow abundant and have the courage to succeed.
    The Hierophant
    The Magus of the Eternal is the intermediary between Heaven and Earth and the guardian of arcane esoteric knowledge. Thus, The Hierophant is your teacher, spiritual guide and advisor – and he will be a huge influence on you in the coming months.

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You cannot get through a single day without having an impact on the world around you.

What you do makes a difference,
and you have to decide what kind of difference you want to make.

– Jane Goodall

Today is World Book Day/Night. Although I’m smack dab in the middle of one already (The Mythic Journey: The Meaning of Myth as a Guide for Life) I picked up another one at the library this morning: Raids on the Unspeakable.

I’m so thoroughly enjoying The Mythic Journey that I may have to purchase my own copy.

The Mythic Journey
Introduction

Myth is the original self-help psychology.

One of the great healing functions of myth is to show us that we are not alone with our feelings, fears, conflicts and aspirations. We learn from myth that sibling rivalry is as old as time; that Oedipus is alive and well and is not limited to the psychoanalytic couch; that the eternal triangle is indeed eternal and has been written about since human beings first learned to write; that beauty, talent, power and wealth bring their own forms of suffering; and that in the darkness of loneliness, failure and loss we have always discovered light and new hope.

‘Kayso, I’m at the library returning books and checking out the one when the lady at the front desk and I get into a conversation about a book I’d returned (Fear of the Animal Planet: The Hidden History of Animal Resistence) which segued into us talking about the plight of Nature. While totally agreeing with her, I also wanted to share some Light. So I told her about the Concrete Jungle and the Bewick’s wren fledglings that were using it as their playground.

She shared a story about watering her yard the other day and finding two doves in the way so she watered around them. Every time she got a bit close they’d sidle away from her but never flew away! I said, “They trusted you.” That made her smile. Me too.

One more thing that happened this morning was discovering our dear neighbors are moving. I saw the wife standing outside with the movers and stopped to chat. I told them we’d miss them very much but wished them great happiness in their new place. Suddenly a Monarch butterfly flew by and stuck around! It fluttered around a nearby bush, even though said bush contained no flowers. I told her, “That’s a good sign.” Then she said this morning she had a conversation with a Canada goose that was standing on the roof of the covered parking area. (I heard it’s loud honking so I knew it was somewhere close.) We both beamed. I gave her a hug.

In the midst of all the self-centeredness and just plain HATE (Ya’ll know to whom I’m referring.), there are more decent people in the world than THEY would have you believe. Let us not be THEM, let us be the decent ones. Sharing fun stories seems like a good place to start.

Unravelling the Symbolism and Spiritual Significance of the Monarch Butterfly

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Life and death are mysterious states*

This was the first time I encountered the vampire represented as a cat. A huge black cat:

I saw something moving round the foot of the bed, which at first I could not accurately distinguish. But I soon saw that it was a sooty-black animal that resembled a monstrous cat.

Carmilla (Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu)

Very old vampires are anachronisms: they are living history, bringing the past right into the present, with all the traumas of the past.
White Teeth, Red Blood (Claire Kohda)

That describes Sinners‘ Remmick to a T.

Something black and of the night
had come crawling out of the Middle Ages.

I am Legend (Richard Matheson)

She rose among us where we lay.
She wept, we put our work away.
She chilled our laughter, stilled our play.
And spread a silence there.
And darkness shot across the sky,
And once, and twice, we heard her cry;
And saw her lift white hands on high
And toss her troubled hair.

What shape was this who came to us,
With basilisk eyes so ominous,
With mouth so sweet, so poisonous,
And torturned hands so pale!
We saw her wavering to and fro,
Through dark and wind we saw her go’
Yet what her name was we did not know;
And felt our spirits fail.

We tried to turn away; but still
Above we heard her sorrow thrill;
And those that slept, they dreamed of ill
And dreadful things:
Of skies grown red with rending flames
And shuddering hills that cracked their frames;
Of twilights foul with wings.

– “The Vampire”, Conrad Aiken

But first, on earth as vampire sent,
Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent,
Then ghastly haunt thy native place,
And suck the blood of all thy race.

– “The Giaour” (Lord Byron)

In the moonlight opposite me were three young women…they threw no shadow on the floor…Two were dark, and had high aquiline noses, like the Count, and great dark, piercing eyes, that seemed to be almost red…The other was fair…with great masses of golden hair and eyes like pale sapphires…All three had brilliant white teeth that shone like pearls against the ruby of their voluptuous lips…burning desire that they would kiss me with those red lips…The girl went on her knees, and bent over me, simply gloating. There was a deliberate voluptuousness which was both thrilling and repulsive…I could feel the soft, shivering touch of the lips on the super sensitive skin of my throat, and the hard dents of two sharp teeth…I closed my eyes in languorous ecstasy and waited, waited with beating heart.

Dracula (Bram Stoker)

You are the night and the night alone understands you
and enfolds you in its arms.

Interview with the Vampire (Anne Rice)

Eumenes had been with her more than 400 years, Lollia nearly as long. Until now not one of her transformations had failed to last 200 years. Was she getting worse at it, or was the strength of the human stock in decline?

The Hunger (Whitley Strieber)

Or words she murmured while she leaned!
Witch-words, she holds me softly by, —
The spell that binds me to a fiend
Until I die.

– “The Vampire” (Madison Julius Cawein)

So turn off the television — in fact, why don’t you turn off all the lights except for the one over your favorite chair? — and we’ll talk about vampires here in the dim. I think I can make you believe in them, because while I was working on this book, I believed in them myself.

And all around them, the bestiality of the night rises on tenebrous wings. The vampire’s time has come.

As the stranger came closer, Dud understood everything and welcomed it, and when the pain came, it was as sweet as silver, as green as still water at dark fathoms.

‘Salem’s Lot (Stephen King)

The vampire tore his pointed fangs from his victim’s neck and fixed his agate-black eyes on Ciri. “There are occasions,” he said in an explanatory tone, licking blood from his lips, “when it’s simply impossible not to have a drink.”

The Lady of the Lake (Andrzej Sapkowski)

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* Carmilla