King of Stones
The prehistoric horse, common in Europe until about 10,000 BC was depicted frequently in paleolithic cave art. The Uffington white horse chalk figure once held a long barrow in its mouth, representing the breath of life and pro-tection of the dead. The 30,000-year-old carving of an unshod hoof is thought to represent both the vulva (the beginning of new life) and the primal footprint that shows the trackway through the forest.
Choosing this card signifies a positive change in one’s life. A horse is a psychopomp -an animal that carries one between the worlds, bringing new life, the joy of the reborn sun. Perhaps there has been a fallowness, or an unhappiness in your life that will now begin to thaw.
A person who is reliable, wise, practical, able to help others with problems; both serious and playful, magical and grounded. They have their feet on the ground and their head in the stars.
A hymn to Isis at Her temple in Philae says,
“O Isis, giver of life, who dwells in the Pure Island, take to yourself the myrrh which comes from Punt, the lotus-fragrance which issues from your body, that your heart may be glad through it, and that your heart may rejoice every day.”
Myrrh (commiphora myrrha) was one of the most sacred herbal substances of ancient Egypt and was a precious offering given to all the Deities. It was used in two primary forms: essential oil and gum resin. Myrrh oil was considered one of the Seven Sacred Oils of Egypt and the gum resin was frequently burned as incense. Both oil and resin were used in a wide variety of perfumes and medicines.
If you are not familiar with it, myrrh produces a strange and interesting scent. I wouldn’t exactly call it a “lotus fragrance” as the…
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Okay, so I’m a bit behind.
There are different parking deities around the country but in Los Angeles the best parking god is Murray. Murray has always come through for me. I know in San Francisco they pray to Squat and Dianics tend to invoke Asphalta but Murray is my guy.
Murray likes to have a ritual every once in awhile and the Pallas Society used to get together for a ritual every year.
Murray is invoked by a tire gauge for Air in the East
A road flare (unlit, of course because we are inside) for South
A container of antifreeze for West
A chunk of asphalt that someone picked up for North
And spirit was invoked with an orange traffic cone of power
The circle was cast with jumper cables
Then Murray was invoked by singing his sacred song:
“Oh Great Murray
Parking paid or free
You are the god
Who watches over me”
Then the participants would tell grateful stories of Murray.
We asked for Murray’s continued protection.
And dismissed the elements.
Food shared afterwards had to be obtained by driving through a drive thru lane at a take out restaurant. No fair walking into the market. I usually drove through KFC for a bucket of original recipe but there were also big bags of tacos, drinks from the drive thru at Del Taco for a macho sized ice tea, and one smart aleck brought antiacid from the drive thru Wahlgreen’s pharmacy.
Murray’s wife is Zelda who is the goddess of shopping and their daughter is Tiffany goddess of teens in shopping malls.