I want to call it knowledges. You can’t call it knowledges. This shows the hegemony of [what the west considers] knowledge. This knowledge, in the singular, is the same knowledge that was taken away through the slave trade, colonialism and the occupation of the Americas.”
The peripheral space that African rites, traditions, attendant ceremonies, and knowledge systems occupy is a result of colonial assault. “If I understood Achille [Mbembe] properly, he was talking about knowledge systems that have been suppressed by colonialism… If we want to think about African futures, then we have to start looking at our knowledge systems. Research money should go into these knowledge systems,” Ndikung argued.
Listen. I will be throwing all my coin at Noel Arthur Heimpel when their Numinous Tarot is ready for sale. All of my coin. To emphasize that, here is an updated post on what’s cooking for this deck.
Identifying as a “queer, genderfluid trans person,” Noel is committed to creating work that reflects them and their community. They do this brilliantly in the Numinous Tarot, with incredible art that takes the breath away.
Storytelling is my foremost passion, and my most heartfelt mission is to create stories which contain a huge variety of people, especially those with underrepresented identities–specifically, stories which are not about those identities. There is a distinct need for stories in which everyone gets to be a full person with experiences outside of being queer or confronting other “identity narratives.” [source]
I learned of this stunning deck around six months ago, when the idea of compiling a list of tarot decks that reflected images of my identities was just buzzing in my head. I did a quick post; at the time Noel was just working their way through a stunning set of Major Arcana.
Since I last posted on this deck, Noel has revamped some of the design, particularly around the card titles, and gone on to create for the Minor Arcana. Their suits are charming and perfectly aligned with the world created here: with Bells (Swords), Tomes (Pentacles), Candles (Wands), and Vials (Cups). They hope to be ready for ordering in early 2017.
The art in this deck almost guarantees that you’ll see something of yourself reflected back in its cards, acting as gateways to a glorious magical queer imaginary. There is space in the magic for you in particular, this gorgeous deck sings out.
I see femme of center people, disabled people, trans people, black people, poor people, poly people, non-binary people, queer people, old people, young people- I see me, you, us; I see our community thriving and in command of our magic.
In the Numinous Tarot, and other decks that do this work, I see the reality of being able to create ourselves in beauty as self healing work- as Noel did in their self-portrait as Queen of Tomes. How absolutely powerful is that?
“there is space in the magic for you in particular…“
I hope to see this deck published with an accompanying book, but just in case it doesn’t I highly recommend you follow Noel on Tumblr, Instagram, Twitter, and particularly Patreon so you can not only get background knowledge on their perspective on these tarot cards but you can also support, materially and emotionally, them in the completion of this important sacred work.
Patreon patronage also supports Noel’s other artwork like their webcomic, Ignition Zero,”with over 300 pages and a diverse cast of characters, including two asexual-identifying” main characters. It is updated weekly and is free to read.
[all image credit to Noel Heimpel]
Do not look for in others what you know you have within yourself.
It has taken me far too long to get to this deck. Some of it is that I felt that everyone was aware of it, some of it is that horrible procrastination bug, and a good chunk of it was being sick and not having the energy to assemble the post like I usually do.
All that and a paralyzing hope (which I say more about below).
So without further ado, The Slow Holler Tarot.
Happy Birthday Pisces!
Ecstatic to write the ‘Scope for Libra at Siobhan’s Mirror Tarotscopes again!
What is a Tarotscope?
A tarotscope is a tarot forecast for an astrological sign. Previously, I wrote a single tarotscope per sign as a birthday offering. I refer to both tarotscopes and horoscopes as ‘Scopes. I also use the term for a kind of forecast I’ve created that is the first of its kind: a collaborative tarotscope, written by multiple contributors, with forecasts for all 12 signs. Whenever possible, contributors write for their respective sun, rising, or moon sign – no one knows the experience of a zodiac sign like a member of that sign. People say the ‘Scopes are freakishly accurate, as if they were written just for them. The number of guest contributions will vary month to month, but can go as high as 11 collaborators!
Free writing as a form of self-care to release the mind from stress. One prompt. Some time carved out. No edits for coherency. Just write. This is me trying to be brave about it and hitting publish instead of keeping the words to myself.
She knew she was in a dream. The same way she knew that the dream held a power that wouldn’t stay contained within the unbounds of unconsciousness. She raised her left hand, her right on her heart and felt the wind gather around her fingers, dance and caress, with a firm gentle touch that suddenly turn gale force. She yanked her hand back to her body, afraid.
The sun rose over the mountains in the distance, and illogically she could feel its heat as if it were southern summer afternoon sun right above her. It warmed her, gradually removing the chill from the fear of the sudden wind and leaving her warm, safe. She closed her eyes, let its warmth get down to her bones, deep in her gut, down to her toes, the top of her head, she was warm. Then she was hot, and before long she was burning inside. She couldn’t take a moment to breathe the heat engulfed her so completely. It was as if the sun had come forward to embrace her, no respecting of the fact that she was just skin and bones, nothing against the majesty of its flame. With a half shout half gasp she breathed out and forced her eyes open and it was as if the sun raced back to just above the mountains- steady and distantly warm. She could still recall the suffocating heat, and that fear again, with that exhilaration again.
She looked over at the landscape. She wasn’t alone anymore. Various animals had approached her position. A peacock lounged in the grass, a cat twined about her legs, a fox watched her in the distance, an owl in a tree not too far in front of her, the various fish suddenly visible in the river in front of her. All came to witness. She shivered.
She looked down at her toes- and where on earth were her shoes? Earth. She spread her toes, digging into the earth beneath them. The grass tickling her, the more she dug the more rooted she felt. She widened her stance, almost tripped by the cat incessantly moving in between her legs. Bouncing slightly, tipping on her toes and back on her heels, and on her toes then heels, forth and back, forth and back, down into the warm damp earth she sank. She was sinking. That fear again. She opened her eyes, not even realizing when she’d closed them. She wasn’t sinking, the earth was still beneath her, the grass, the dirt, the worm disturbed by her rooting toes. She smiled. There was no reason for fear, this was home. She’d always been home here, barefoot in the dirt, connected to-. She could never complete that sentence. There, that exhilaration again.
The water was easy. She needed to clean off her feet, clear off the sweat from the burning, soothe her wind-whipped skin in moisture. She stepped forward and into the water. The water wasn’t easy, and no matter how deep she went, it stayed at ankle level. She could see the fish, gold and blue and green and black scales reflecting light under the water. They were deep, but no matter where she went, riverbed came up to meet her. Frustrated she sank down and sat in the water. Sparing a thought to hope that whatever fish had been in that spot had swam away at the displacement, she stretched her legs out in front of her. The water barely covered them. There was no fear. She didn’t understand. Sighing, frustration building, she lay back, body fully stretched out. The water reached her ears, barely. As it flowed it would float up to cover them and float down to rush past her. Each time her ears were fully covered she imagined she could hear whispers, wet secrets swirling around her, about her. No fear. No exhilaration.
She would beat the water at its game. She turned herself over, face down in the riverbed. She opened her eyes and her mouth to tell it so and drowned.
These are my go to methods:
– Let them sit in sunlight and moonlight. Depending on the type moon (full, half, pisces, libra etc) you can even give particular intentions a boost.
– Bury them in salt.
– Wash them cool water.
– Bathe them in an herb infusion or tea. Bitter or sour to clean and cleanse (ex: lemon or pine). Sweet to bring intention (ex: lavender or clove). Hot to activate (ex: ginger or chili).
– Surround in smoke. Dried Herbs are most often used- like sage, palo santo, or rosemary. Prepare your herb bundles for your intentions, for example: burn sweet herbs like lavender for sweet intentions. Incense is a useful alternative. Be careful.
– Store next to medium to large-sized selenite; ask the selenite to keep your stones clear. Selenite is excellent as it is a self-clearing stone.
– Breathe on your crystals. Blowing a cool slow breath with your intentions after one of these or even just because activates your crystals and stones to you.