So I had a go at scrying for the first time last night. It's something I've been wanting to try for the last , ooh 25 years or so... I've had this book called 'The Complete Fortune Teller' since about 1989 and always refereed back to it for learning about divination in it's many forms.
It's an odd little book in that it comprehensively covers nearly all forms of the craft from Tarot, Cartomancy, Numerology, Tasseology, Scrying, i-ching, ESP cards, Astrology, Chinese Astrology, Dowsing, Runes, the list goes on, but the narrative voice (I'm not sure who the author is) is so deeply skeptical of the whole divination idea that it's hard to understand why they would bother writing a book about it.
Anyway, last night I re-read the chapter on scrying and how it was virtually impossible to do and even when achieved was so fairly non-credible, found myself a suitable receptacle in the form of a glass (maybe crystal) with an ornate stem and Got going.
I lit a candle and some incense, peered over the top of the rim and let my gaze de-focus. As I relaxed and felt my breathing slow I started to make out shapes from the lines and reflections contained within the small globe of water. Here's what I saw:
On the left was a woman who seemed to be doing something, I got the feeling that her work was being done out of duty rather than out of just love or kindness. She worked methodically and was tired but continued on. She eventually faded away and my attention was drawn to the right where I could see a dark blue sky over an expansive land, it looked like a place far away, reminding me of a journey or holiday, although the image wasn't bright or heavenly, it was clearly of a distant place. I had skipped over a blurry patch of red morphing quite quickly, swirling with darkness that made me want to avoid looking at it. I focused on it for a moment before I realized I was looking at some sort of book, but nothing more. Suddenly next to it was some sort of presence, a single pinpoint resembled a beady eye full of malevolence. I moved my gaze away from it back to the left where a soft greeny-red fog of colour reminded me of a garden with tall flowers.
But what on earth does it all mean? Beats me.
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