Feng Shui and Downsizing

My house in Spring Creek, Nevada has breathtaking views of the Ruby Mountains. From the back deck or up in the loft I can see the full 180 degrees of the Ruby Dome and the Ruby Mountain range on either side of the glacier. From the front, I can see 180 degrees of the Elko mountain range and from my bedroom window I see the hills to the south. When the neighbors from the pit of hell, who lived directly across the street, moved in November 2020, and David moved in, the cul de sac suddenly became a peaceful and glorious road to walk and just relish.

In July 2021, Brian and his dog, Little Man, were attacked by pit bulls and I had them move in since I had the house to myself and the Notorious Doc hated my house and wanted to stay in Vegas. With Harry dead, I thought I’d stay. I hate the idea of moving. Then in December 2022, Brian moved in with a “friend” in Elko and the house was suddenly empty. Little Man had bonded with Auggie and Belbel so he’s here with the cats. Having never had children and no family except for my elderly cousin back East, I suddenly experienced empty nest syndrome. The endless storms drove a knife through my soul. I couldn’t get out of my driveway.

And then it really hit me.

There’s nothing to do here unless you can hike, which I can’t. Fish, which I wouldn’t mind, except I can’t stand and fishing requires some standing, hunt which I’ve never done, gamble which I can’t afford, drink which I’ve never done, and party which for someone like me is equivalent to spending 1,000 years in a torture pit in Hell.

Prior to moving to Spring Creek, I used to get in my car and drive and find a Korean or Thai or Greek or Vietnamese or Indian Tandoor or Chinese dim sum restaurant and chow down. I’d go looking for a museum or archaeological site or old lighthouse to explore. I’d search maps for lakes and drive for a couple of hours just to walk around and chat with the waterfowl. Flower gardens and arboretums were a must!

Elko County has none of those things. One museum, yes, and there’s some ghost towns but nothing to write home about. And home is what I suddenly realized I did not have.

So, I started searching all of Idaho, Oregon, Utah, Colorado, northern New Mexico, and finally Tennessee for a place to live where I would feel ALIVE again. Some place with four seasons, breathtaking fall foliage, flower gardens, lakes, creek, historical museums and old stately homes from the 1700s and 1800s. And RESTAURANTS. With less snow, and a lower cost of living. And bearable summers. I can’t tolerate the heat.


LOW Crime – This is almost impossible in 2023. The United States has very few safe communities. Property crime is bad everywhere and violent crime plagues even rural small towns. I would no sooner find a house, then pull up the crime map to find it was in an area with a lot of murders, drive by shootings, break ins, car thefts, muggings, and drug use. One lady told me that I’d have to find a place to live and ADAPT and GET USED to crime. I did not respond, but what I said in my head rhymes with Duck U. I am NOT going to GET USED to hearing sirens and finding out my neighbor just got shot and the guy down the road had his car stolen. THAT is why I refused to move to Las Vegas in 2016.

NO TORNADOES – I found that Tennessee had the lowest property taxes and the best fall foliage and a lot of lakes and historical sites and RESTAURANTS, BUT parts are in the tornado belt. A LOT.

NO HURRICANES – When I was in first grade, Westfield got a direct hit from Hurricane Esther. I remember trees being ripped up and roofs being blown off. Our tree got ripped right out of the ground and the root ball was pulled out. In San Benito, Texas, we no sooner had moved in than Hurricane Emily struck. We could not afford Windstorm insurance and I was terrified we’d lose the roof. The sound of a hurricane is terrifying. The area flooded, but the roof held. Then in 2008, Hurricane Dolly struck and we lost a roof tile. The flooding was horrific – our house stayed dry but the culverts flooded and we lost water and electricity. Texas State Technical College in Harlingen where I worked took a direct hit – some day I’ll tell that story, I predicted it would and everyone blew me off. Over $450,000 worth of damage, Oh, well.

NOT IN A FLOOD PLAIN – You’d think developers would NOT build near a creek or river or on a wetlands or swamp BUT they couldn’t care less. Realtor.com now lets you click on the map for a property and click on FLOOD or FIRE. I currently live in an area that gets wildfires. They’re frightening and the smoke chokes the area for weeks. My house is in a good area, others are not. And there’s no risk where I am of flooding BUT the properties I found that looked FANTASTIC invariably got BLUED out when I clicked on FLOOD.

For example:

This lot is in my price range and it’s 0.72 acres (2913.737 square meters). I’d prefer an acre but this would be okay. And some of you might say “WELL, only the back yard will flood”. That’s assuming you trust a FEMA map. I do not. And if you’ve ever had to live for a month with receding waters and ponding and mosquitos, then you can tell me to grin and bear it.


A slope does not have the “footprint” for a ranch and two car garage and a SLOPE is LOUSY Feng shui! Alex Stark details every tiny detail for choosing a building site. This is just a small extract from a very long long article.

Moni Castaneda Feng Shui for Us – Nine Steps to Feng Shui® warns about houses with a kitchen design where the SINK is opposite the STOVE. The house where the late Harry Leo Duran preferred to live and use as an office rather than my house had such a kitchen. It causes fights and we fought a lot in that kitchen.

This is a kitchen I found in a house I cannot afford. But the design layout is one I want. And it’s just gorgeous to look at.

The sink is under a window and the stove is to the side. I personally do NOT like stainless steel, but in this kitchen I must admit it’s rather striking. The center workspace isn’t so large that you can navigate – mine is huge. The clean white cabinets and steel hardware make a nice touch. But wait until you see the next photos. Of course, it’s one of those $800,000 properties.

So, at least I found a kitchen design to covet minus the stainless steel and granite. Granite, I found is a pain to clean.

Maryville, Tennessee meets ALL my criteria EXCEPT I cannot find an affordable existing home, nor new construction, and so far, I cannot find a lot that isn’t on a slope and doesn’t flood!

It’s rated as SAFE. There are no recorded tornadoes, low property taxes compared to most places – Crossville is lower – within driving distance of Knoxville and Gatlinburg and the ATLANTIC OCEAN! Drawback – it gets muggy.

NOT that I would live in the center of town but using the Blount County Public Library as and anchor:

 508 North Cusick Street, Maryville, TN 37804 

TO: 17 miles (24 minutes)

Pero’s of Rocky Hill, 7706 S Northshore Dr, Knoxville, TN 37919

I have NOT had veal parmigiana in 23 years. My parents, grandparents, my Aunt Dot, and I ate it at least twice a month back when I was growing up. It was my dad’d favorite dish next to Chicken Chow Mein.

Spanakopita! Pero’s has my favorite puff pastry stuffed with feta!

It was in the early 70s when I had a gyro for the first time. I was instantly addicted. I never EVER tried drugs – not even marijuana. I can’t tolerate prescription drugs – get all the side effects. BUT FOOD for me either triggers a craving for a lifetime or not. GYROS are a craving and I haven’t been able to get the real thing since I left El Paso. Every Wednesday before I taught a night class, I stopped in a Greek restaurant in what was basically a slum, and gorged myself. Same in Atlantic City. There was a narrow, dark, seedy bar on the boardwalk about as far from the casinos as the boardwalk went and they had the BEST Greek food you could hope to find. I do NOT know to this day, how I didn’t end up getting mugged. The clientele were scary looking men and the owner would see me come in and he’d have a hot plate in front of me almost before I could sit down. I never saw a single tourist in there. I never saw a single middle class person in there and rarely another woman. BEST food though if you don”t mind eating with people who look like they wanted to cut your throat!

TO: 1.6 miles (6 minutes)

Lemon Grass, 912 W Lamar Alexander Pkwy, Maryville, TN 3780

TO: 19.8 miles (26 minutes)

Q Korean Steakhouse, 8851 Town and Country Cir, Knoxville, TN 37923

The list goes on. And downtown Gatinburg is only 38.8 miles (65 minutes) to the Fudge Shoppe of the Smokies! Years ago when I lived in Smithville, New Jersey the Notorious Doc was asked how he didn’t worry about his wife living 50 miles south – wasn’t he worried I’d cheat on him? HELL NO! He told everyone that if he wanted to know where I was, he could call up the YE OLD FUDGE SHOP in the Smithville Historical Village or get a phone book and search for fudge shops on the boardwalk and he’d find me. Adultery was not something he feared. He was more worried I’d over dose on chocolate.

I talked to a realtor yesterday who is going to search for a lot. She works with a building contractor who has ALREADY built a barndominium. I had a consultation with American Bardnominiums and I got a quote from Hansen for a house like this one.

I have a quote from Hansen for a house and a workshop where I could have a FitMax IPOOL, craft room, and exercise room.

I just have to manifest a home where I can live with three dogs and three cats and relish every waking minute! Considering the Notorious Doc did not live to murder me. I think I can pull this off!


Converting a Biography into a Memoir – It is all about ME!

Yesterday (Saturday, February 18, 2022), the two-time international best selling author, business owner, and editor, Mary Turner Thomson called me on Zoom. My manuscript about the late Harry Leo Duran, MD, PHD, MPH needs a re-write. Strip out all the academic writing and just tell MY story. Start with my last conversation which I had in the manuscript

At 6:19 p.m., Sunday, November 7, 2021, my husband called me gasping for breath.  He wanted to remind me that he had an appointment at 8:30 in the morning to get an infusion of monoclonal antibodies.  I told him that he was dying.  He argued while gasping that he was not.  I told him it was too late to get the infusion that it only worked if the patient got the treatment within the first 72 hours of showing symptoms.  He didn’t speak.

What he did manage to get out was a question.  “Did you ever get to watch Foundation?” 

NO!, I replied. 

“You never gave me the password”.  Harry controlled the Apple TV subscription and he had forgotten the password and then blamed me for not being able to get onto the platform. We had had a huge fight about it, and I gave up.  “If you are alive in the tomorrow, and you won’t be.  BUT if you are in the morning, but again you won’t be, IF you survive, but you won’t, and you give me the password, I’ll watch the series.”  Very weak voice “Oh, okay well I just want to make sure you know I’m going to the clinic at 8:30”.  I snorted.  “Yes, I wrote it down.  I have to go do the dishes.”  VERY, VERY weak voice.  “Okay” and we hung up.

Begin with the last phone call. Then flash back to how we met and how I lived my life over the many years believing all the things he told me so much so that I married in him February 1997. How I STILL believed him despite the violent rage attacks during which he destroyed many of my prized possessions and during the many attacks where he beat me so bad I didn’t want to live anymore.

WHY did I believe him? Why couldn’t I escape?

How did I NOT know what he was doing in Las Vegas? How did I NOT know about the things he did BEFORE I met him when I was 20 and he had not yet turned 18?

How did my mind not snap when I unlocked his phone and got into his email and text messages and Facebook accounts and into his Messenger exchanges?

How did he set it up so I’d want to kill myself when he died? Why didn’t I?

How did I survive for the weeks following his death after discovering that he had spent ALL of our entire savings of over a $500,000, and that’s underestimating what the account should have had in it?

How did I survive when I discovered that over $40,000 in gold coins, silver coins, and platinum had been stolen? What was it like to have to talk to a homicide detective, file claims with home owner’s insurance agents, try to file a police report when the Las Vegas Metro wasn’t answering because Vegas stayed in lockdown longer than we did here up in Elko County nine hours north?

To this day, I STILL do not have a police report for the $30,000 plus worth of items stolen from the house Harry used as an office which was burglarized a week after the realtor posted the PENDING sign and the house went under contract.

What was it like having to appear on Zoom with a lawyer for AAA home owners insurance for a deposition answering the most intrusive questions you can imagine about my marriage to a psychotic physician who I had not seen for three years and yet with whom I was still married and still under the belief that he was going to retire and move back up to Spring Creek?!!!!

I stripped myself out of the manuscript and focused on Harry and his career and his college and graduate studies. I detailed HIS interests in sufism and Tibetan Buddhism then gnosticism then converting back to his family’s Roman Catholicism switching to the Maronites then to the Eastern Orthodox! I railed about how he then threw it all away, stripped naked and stared in sex clubs and performed vile acts of a form of kink most people cannot imagine exists.

The NEW manuscript will have the reader see through my eyes, feel through my skin, and hear through my ears.

I will tell my story with scenes from our friendship over the years and then our marriage. The abuse will be in there but it will not get HAIRY – pun intended UNTIL you read this:

Harry Leo Duran was found buck naked on his $3,000 Lovesac couch which had to get tossed because it was too filthy to move, on November 8, 2021. I had frantically placed calls to the apartment complex office, the medical office where he never showed up, and to the clinic where he worked. I also called a friend of his. His body was eventually found by the Las Vegas Metro with his poor $2,500 pure bred English bulldog guarding the corpse of the man who let the poor dog wallow in his own poop and urine most of the time.

I got to the apartment on November 10 with a man who basically saved my life after I had saved his. A man the late Notorious Doc wanted to murder! That man gathered up all of the electronic devices and searched for post it notes, and notepads which might contain passwords. At 6:35 p.m., on November 16, 2021, Brian clapped his hands in front of my face and screamed!


It’s a shamanic technique. I had no idea Brian knew it nor do I think he did. It worked. I went into that zone psychics dip into and I typed the first thing that popped into my head. The phone unlocked.

Device after device was handed to me and all but one unlocked. With his IPHONE that I knew he used for work in my hand and the Samsung Galaxy that I knew he used as a backup, I scrolled up through Messages to call the physicians I knew he was scheduled to see that week.

The rest of the story is what I found on the phone. Videos, photos, text exchanges that no porn star has ever uttered or at least not the Stormy Daniels type of porn star would. We brought home boxes and bags and totes filled with unopened mail and piles of bills. I had to call all of the credit card companies to let them know he was dead. What I discovered was so sickening, I didn’t sleep nor eat for three weeks basically living on Carnation Instant Breakfast and what food I forced myself to try to eat and not throw up.

I exchanged texts with several of Harry’s kink partners. I met a stripper who works as a waitress who talked to me for an hour about how physicians, dentists, pharmacists, lawyers, and politicians fly into Vegas to engage in the highest forms of perversion I even found out how much some of it costs!

Mary told me to not tell HARRY’s story but to tell how I tracked down the artists Harry threw thousands and thousands and THOUSANDS of dollars at for their artwork. I need to tell how I scrolled up through text messages spanning the last 4 years of his life detailing his attitudes and beliefs and how those same people in the texts claimed they barely knew him when I was looking right at the most inappropriate (and that’s putting it mildly) “conversations” and use of most not politically correct language one could hope to read!

The book will describe how I had to send for as many years as a credit card company could send of paper statements so I could track down receipts for all of the stolen items. And how I found out where our savings went!

The book needs to sell, and to do that, I need to target the reader who loves a good detective story with a lot of salacious and scary material. Harry practiced black magick! Not everyone got to see him blowing cigar smoke and pouring whiskey over a large cauldron containing herbs and items I never did want to ask about, including a rusted railroad stake he found on the tracks in Newark and a human skull the idiot purchased when he was a neurosurgery resident. I never “saw” any of his spells work. In fact, I used to just shrug off his interests in such things as part of his need to feel special.

The new manuscript will take the reader through MY memories, one of which was when Harry took me to a bodega in El Paso and the owner wanted to cut me which pissed Harry off to the extreme because he had wanted to be asked to become an initiate.

The new manuscript will prove that a woman’s spirit cannot be broken – WOUNDED – but not broken if and ONLY if she has the WILL to survive at all costs. You must never sever the tether between you and the Divine! For the unseen world is very real and when you sink as far as I did, they will raise you back up to the surface. You must never give up. You must never give into the fear. It will grip you so tight you will not be able to breathe. The demonic – dark entities that hate humans, will grab on and drag you to hell. I blog about Hell and I’ve done a series of videos about Hell. The advantage I had was I had meditated on the hell realms and was able to seek the Sunlight and the flowers and the angelic beings who can guide you out of the darkest nightmare you might find yourself in.

With a lot of work, the finished manuscript which Mary will edit once it is done, will be in a guide to how to survive Hell. For a marriage or any relationship with a malignant and violent abusive narcissist is the closest thing to Hell you will ever get to experience save prison life or a battlefield.

Wish me luck. Revisiting all these memories will be a nightmare, but worth it in the end.

Dusty White and the Major Arcana

Rider Waite Major Arcana

Dusty White said in class the other day that the Major Arcana do not lend themselves to telling a story. That said, let’s look again.

Long ago and far far away in another realm, a Fool merrily skips towards the edge of a cliff. A rose is lightly held in one hand and a medicine pouch dangles from a wand which rests on his shoulder. The Fool was apprenticed to an alchemist at the age of three assigned to sweep the floors and stay out of sight. As he grew older, he had more and more chores to perform. One day the alchemist decided the Fool was ready to learn how to transmute base metals and extract energy from plants. After several years of study, the Alchemist had grown too old to continue teaching and he sent the now thirty year old out to seek his fortune.

On his own for the first time in his life, the Fool set forth. Along the way a stray dog decided to follow him and the two let the wind guide them without any particular destination in mind. Gazing up into the heavens, the Fool is almost in a state of ecstasy. With one more step he falls off the cliff and transforms into the Magician!

Saved from death by all the magic accumulated since he was a toddler, the Fool steps into the role of the Magician – the ultimate alchemist who has mastered infinity. He raises his power wand towards the heavens as he points downward toward the earth. His altar chalice and solid gold paten carved with a pentacle await the spells the Magician is conjuring using his athame and staff. His white ceremonial robe is knotted by a belt containing the spells which will emanate out from his dantien upwards through the chakras to be voiced using the power of the Logos. His red cape was dyed using the red berries of the sacred mistletoe.

The first invocation the Magician performs is to summon the High Priestess as his shakti without whom nothing can be created. Their mystical tantric union transforms them into an Empress and and and Emperor – the Queen and King of Heaven! The ultimate mother she reigns over all of earth but also of heaven. She is Abundance itself. She is the healing nature of the forests and oceans and fruits, vegetables, flowers, and herbs. Her consort, the Emperor is raw power, cardinal male energy, and discernment. Together they create the Hierophant an intermediary or high priest whose edicts dictate all the spiritual and religious activities throughout time and space.

Out of the Hierophant’s intense love for his parents emerges the Lovers or the first humans. A seraphim blesses the intense attraction between the two. They are bound together as twin flames for all eternity separating and parting and then seeking each other in each lifetime, sometimes successfully, and at others fated to live apart.

The union of the Lovers results in a conqueror who rides forth in his Chariot pulled by two sphinxes. His Chariot stops when the conqueror has met up with the embodiment and personification of Strength with her lion. The goddess Durga so humbles the Conqueror he gives up his crown and takes up the life of a Hermit wandering the world with his lantern seeking illumination within his own soul. Nearing the end of his life, the Hermit’s chakras spin in unison with such brilliance the Hermit transforms into the Wheel of Fortune itself.

The Kalachakra Wheel of Time spins on its own protected by the guardians of Earth, Air, Fire, and Water. After it has spun 108 times, Justice emerges sitting on the stone throne between the pillars symbolizing the magical number 11. She raises up a sword forged by the churning of the oceans out of which emerged karma and samsara. In her other hand she holds the scales of Anubis who has entrusted her in how to weigh a soul while still in the realm of the living.

Justice lowers her sword and passes judgement on the Hanged Man who is suspended in Time itself awaiting his Fate. Death then appears riding rigid upon the Pale Horse prophesied by the ancient one. Life for the Hanged Man has been decided. He must give up the ghost of this life to be reincarnated into a new one for he failed to break free from the cycle of rebirth.

While on the other side the Fool’s soul meets Temperance and learns how to balance good and evil, temptation and prudence, desire and restraint, doing and non-doing. Failing in this lesson, the Fool encounters the Devil himself. The Devil teaches the Fool about free Will and soul contracts and how the Fool was both blessed and cursed at the time of his birth. The Devil then shows the Fool the Fool’s Natal Chart and how the energies were concentrated in one or two houses. The Stars and the Planets, clashed with the Cardinal, Fixed, and Mutable energies of each of the cards The Fool has been dealt. Being the Devil he offers the Fool a Deal. Shuffle the cards again, he said. I will send you back. The Fool agreed.

Only a Fool would trust the Devil for the Fool sprang back to life only to find himself in mid air falling once again off the Burning Tower of Babble and never ending change and chaos. As the Fool lays dying once again, he looks up at the Star infusing his battered soul with hope and a possible brilliant future. He sees the Moon who shines down into his heart a feeling of peace. The Moon teaches him how to accept each transition with grace and ease and to know that this too shall pass. Night fades into Day and the Sun pierces the Dark Night of the Soul of the Fool breaking free of all the illusions of immortality. The Fool is now healed. He rises NAKED and stands up to gaze upward at Judgement blaring his trumpet from the sky. The Fool is now illuminated. His higher self is awake and ready to face The World this time to have a successful journey through the sands of samsara!

This story appeared to have arisen from decades of esoteric studies. I know I typed it. But I’m not sure if the words came from me or were they put into my head? Will I ever know? Should I care? I think the story is really cool. It is copyrighted so don’t you dare try to steal it. The Gods will find you and the Spirits will haunt you for all eternity. But use it. Meditate on it. And have fun reading it.


Runes, Ogham, and a New Friend

I must keep this short. For one thing, Dusty White’s Zoom class starts in a half hour, and two, I’m not ready yet to blog about runes and ogham staves. However, I read an AWESOME blog post this morning and if you love wordsmiths and runes, you will love this

I know not the name of the author. Whoever she is, and I think it’s a woman writer, she is a true wordsmith and a true scholar. My friend over at Neptune’s Dolphins is another outstanding writer and researcher and a font of knowledge and wisdom. She also posts great photos of squirrels.

My other favorite blogger and kindred spirit is the Miami Magus. His blog might be too dark for some. It’s okay. We haven’t all had experiences with the unseen and that’s a good thing.

Benebell Wen’s blog is a must read. It blows me out of the water, up into billowing dust devils that plague the dry desert and out to sea miles and miles away and over the cliff in the Pacific.

And then there are all of Dusty Whites’ websites and at least two of his YouTube channels!

If you JUST found me and don’t want to slog through my blog back through time, I often reference someone who called himself the Notorious Doc who I am loathe to say, I married. To figure out what might come across as BITTER, you can watch my HELL Channel series!

If you are faint of heart, skip the videos. They are fascinating cause I tried to make them fascinating but they are gruesome and disturbing just like my book.

Dusty White: Easiest Way to Learn Tarot Exercise 1 Step inside the Pentacles – aka Coins

Rider Waite Suit Coins or Pentacles

Ace of Pentacles – Hand of God emerging from a cloud elegantly holding out a giant, huge, enormous coin/pentacle.  Beneath is a huge arch made out of a hedge with a path leading out and a mountain in the distance.  Not sure if this is a vineyard or some other plant.  I want to reach up and ask for this coin.  And I want to walk on that path and go through the arch

Reversed – Upside down the hand looks like it’s holding a basketball about to bounce it.  The arch now looks a bit scary.

Dusty – page 208 – beginning of any fortunate enterprise

Reversed – delays in getting paid, missed opportunities, not getting a raise

Two of Pentacles/Coins – I don’t like this guy.  He looks <insert pre-1980s offensive label for someone who is mentally deficient.>.  His hat looks like a dunce cap.  The coins are in a stretched out green infinity symbol like he’s juggling.  His green shoes are really bright and he’s at the beach with war ships being tossed about in rough seas but the sky is blue.  Guy creeps me out.

Reversed – nauseating.  That hat and face upside down is too much.  The one ship looks like it’s crashing into his knee.  The coins are now tossed about.

Dusty – page 210 – clever accounting, tricky cash flow, juggling finances, dire warning that one’s current money management style

Reversed – finances in complete disarray, overspending, chaos, nervous breakdown

Three of Coins – Crypt or alcove of a dark church at night.  Woman is in red and orange, but the monk is in black.  I can’t tell what the woman is holding,  The man on the bench is wearing a yellow apron?  It looks like he’s holding something and his left hand appears to be holding something we can’t see on the wall.  I would not want to talk to any of these three people, especially the monk.  Maybe because I now hate churches so much.

Reversed – Oh no.  Now the monk’s head dwarfs the lady’s head.  The guy on the bench looks like he’s on a tightrope and the alcove looks unstable.

Dusty – page 212 – Ah, the man on the bench is a stonemason.  Monk and a bureaucrat – that’s a man?  Master artist, artistic criticism, critique of one’s work, employee evaluation

Reversed – negative job performance review, unhappy bosses, shoddy workmanship

BACK HURTS Friday, January 15, 2021fast forward to January 2023 – stabbing pain comes and goes – gotta get it checked out

Four of Coins – This man gives me the willies.  He’s staring at me with a pensive look.  He’s wearing a crown with a coin on top and a coin being held like you might hold an energy call doing qigong.  Each foot is on a flattened coin.  A large city is behind him.  Sky is gray  His dark cloak looks ratty.  His left foot isn’t flat.  Orange shoes.  Blue hem to his red tunic.  I do NOT want to walk up to him nor speak.

Reversed – Dizzy feeling as the pentacle wants to spin.  The city now has an ominous look

Dusty – page 214 – merchant lord only metropolis depicted in the tarot

Hoarding money

Reversed – tight fisted boss or landlord.  Obsessive greedy people

Five of Coins – looks like a scene from the opening of a Dickens film.  I think the man’s one foot is bare except for some rags and the woman’s feet look bare.  They both look miserable.  The man with the crutches has the one foot wrapped.  No gloves.  They are walking in deep snow in a snowstorm.  I think they are passing by a stain glass window.  They both appear to be wearing worn out clothing.  The man looks at me in agony but he’s not begging.  I do feel like I should walk over and hand them a hot meal.

Reversed – Oh MY upside down they don’t even look human.  The snow now seems overbearing.  The stain glass window looks unstable like it might fall out

Dusty – page 216 – man is a leper!  (bell around his neck – missed that) 

Unpleasant side of society – abject poverty and lack of compassion, refusal to help those in need, loss and despair

Reversed – materialism to the point of spiritual starvation, false gods or spiritual leaders!

Six of Coins– I remember this from https://www.houseofwhite.net/courses/362524/lectures/5553436

I do not like the man as he lets coins fall into the beggar’s hands.  The man in blue with a patch on his cloak is begging in desperation.  The wealthy man is holding a scale over the man in blue.  The wealthy man is wearing clothes of either merchant of upper class man.  Can’t find a match but there coat/jacket has short sleeves and he’s wearing a long blue and white stripped sleeved tunic.  He has soft boots on.  There is a castle in the right corner in the distance.  Grey sky so it’s depressing.  Oddly the one beggar is draped in bright yellow and the other in bright sky blue.

Reversed – Heaviness.  The coins are hovering between the beggar and the wealthy man.  Not sure how I feel about the coins. Three are in a row over the one beggar and one is directly over the man’s head.  Unsettling

Dusty – page 218 – wealthy man’s robe is threadbare and fraying from much use

Solid citizen, act of charity

Reversed – individual selfishness and narcissism, scam, blackmail, extortion

Seven of Coins – Man looks sad or exhausted leaning on a staff next to large mound of vegetables.  Odd purple hills in the background.  Looks likes vines with the coins. Orange tunic with blue shirt and leggings.

Reversed – not sure if I get any feeling at all from upside down  Coins are STUCK?

Dusty – page 220 – Your heart is not in your work.  Boring job, time for a change, nothing left of you at this place

Reversed – you are missing the point, you have something worthwhile and you’ll lose it if you walk away

Eight of Coins – I like this man and would like to ask if he wants me to go get him something to eat.  His apron seems tattered in the back.  His leg shows a lot of muscle.  He’s hammering or eching a coin.  One is on the ground but it looks like it’s rolling.  The other coins are hanging from a tree.  A large estate is in the distance.  I can’t tell if he’s wearing a yamaka (kippah) or not.

Reversed – The coins appear to be falling and he looks like he’s clinging onto the bench so as to to fall.  Loss of money???

Dusty – page 222 – work, true artisan or artist, gainful employment

Reversed – sloth, laziness, inattentiveness at school, not applying oneself, unemployment

Nine of Coins – I would like to ask the lady about her falcon and ask how she trained it.  She is wearing  long yellow gown with red  flowers outlined on it.  She is standing in a very lush vineyard and has her hand resting on a stack of coins on one side with cons on the other.  There are two trees and an estate.  She seems very tall and a bit mannish.

Meaning – in charge and ready to take action (the falcon).

Reversed – YUK – the flowers now appear like they are cascading and the coins are slipping out of her hand.  The falcon looks dead and she’s holding it by its feet.  The whole vineyard looks like it’s bursting

Dusty – 224 – a kept woman!  Idle rich.  Enjoying your passion and your wealth.  Permanent vacation

Reversed – All work and no play – meaningless life

Ten of Coins – I find this card overwhelming – the white haired man almost didn’t even appear until I wanted to see what the two dogs were looking at.  A man and woman pass while going through the archway into the town.  A child also didn’t pop out until I looked at the woman – child is holding on to the dog’s tail.  Just find the imagery too much.  Meaning – I have no idea!

Reversed – Earthquake – topsy turvy

Dusty- page 226 – old money, estate card, wealth and power that most people never visit, powerful family

Reversed – loss of economic stability, fall of a great house of power, living way beyond one’s means

Page of Pentacles- This man is attractive.  I would definitely want to ask him about the coin he is holding in his hands like a balloon.  He has an unusual hat/scart.  I like his tunic and he has bare legs I think and boots.  He’s standing in a meadow with flowers with a grove of trees and what looks like farmland and a small hill.  VERY muscular arms. 

This card has a very pleasant feel to it.  Hopeful?  Looking to the future?

Reversed – letting an opportunity slip out of your fingers.  Unease

Dusty page 228 – young squire- News of a raise, bonus, refund, gift. 

Reversed – bad news financially, small loss of income

Knight of Pentacles- Do not want to meet this man.  His black war horse looks menacing.  He looks young but also menacing.  He holds a coin in his palm.  I can’t tell what the saddle is made of.  The landscape is very unusual. – Taking charge.  Studying your subject.  Still before the storm?

Reversed – death like – I find this card upside down scary

Dusty – page 230  Stubbornness, smug, bravado, readiness to wait out any situation, no compromise

Reversed – complete lack of self-control, weakness, inability to stand up for oneself, foolishness with money

Queen of Pentacles – overwhelming.  If I saw this lady, I’d think she was grieving or sleeping.  She looks like she’s in a lush environment.  I don’t like her throne.  There’s a creepy cherub on top with symbols I cannot make out and an ugly ram or dragon head on the armrest which is too low to be useful as an armrest.  Pretty green veil?  Bright red dress over a white gown. Her hands look tired.  Can’t make out the town below on a peninsula.  Mountain in the distance.  Rose bower.

Reversed – Too many colors all jumbled together.  The ram or dragon now looks menacing.  She’s holding on to the coin but not very tightly.  The crown weighs her down.

Wednesday, February 3, 2021note I’ve been leaving out the dates when I wrote all of this but since it’s now January 31, 2023, I thought I’d leave this in place. TWO years I’ve been at this. Two years ago the Notorious Doc was still alive and making my life miserable. I’d try to study, then have to give up. Not so now.

Dusty- page 230 – this queen is the embodiment of the earth and the essence of fertility

Woman of patience and common sense

Reversed – selfish woman, impatient and demanding, evil boss, gold digger, loss of social or financial status – falling from grace, abandonment by husband, world upside down

King of Pentacles – This king looks okay but the bull head on the left side of his throne is menacing.  The one on the right looks asleep.  The castle looks “imposing” and I never say that.  The throne  looks ugly and the black makes it look like the throne of a dark king.

Once again too many grapes, too many flowers, abundance gone hog wild.

Not sure what the round globe on a staff is.  The king’s neck is wrapped in what looks like a heavy scarf attached to his crown.

I think I could approach this king.  His face doesn’t seem mean but I’ve no idea what I’d ask him.

Meaning – over abundance of riches seeped in sadness

Reversed – OH God this just looks like vomit and the castle comes crashing down

Dusty page 234

King looks smug – I thought he looked tired or a bit sad or pensive

CEO, I’m summarizing “hedge fund manager” – inside joke considering the recent news about Gamestop

“Patience is needed in matters of finance”

Reversed – wasteful, small-minded arrogant man  “Small” man syndrome,  petulance, stubborn, rude, elitist, tyrannical, or bullying cretin

DAMN this card reversed is the late HARRY LEO DURAN!


Long ago and far away, the God of Wind held out a giant gold coin engraved with a pentacle out over an estate. No one appears to have seen the coin, however, a few years later, a juggler practiced with two coins stretched out in a band in the shape of the infinity symbol while dancing a jig on a beach with mountains in the distance. In the mountains a stone mason was finishing a project in a church alcove when a monk and a patron interrupted him to complain about the design. Three pentagrams are embedded in the arch over their heads, but they seem to only be focused on what lies beyond.

A smug hoarder sits clutching his coins keeping his feet on two large coins. He sits on a throne as if he has placed himself as a toll house demanding taxes and fares before anyone can pass and enter the city in the distance. Usury fees and high rent have driven a woman and her crippled son to find rags to patch their clothes as they hurry through the snow drifts surrounding an opulent church. Other impoverished poor souls kneel at the feet of a rich aristocrat who weighs whether or not they deserve his alms. Meanwhile a serf has labored for weeks trying to harvest cabbages for the winter. He ponders how many coins he can sell the cabbages for at the market. Unfortunately, the serf is tired and he’s not optimistic about how many coins he can earn.

An engraver sits on his workbench working all day producing as many coins as he can. The artisan stays focused for he knows how easy it is to lose his status and his savings. The engraver’s patron stands in her vineyard with a falcon perched on her hand. She has managed her estate wisely and is confidant her wise use of the falcon to keep the vineyard free of vermin has reaped a huge harvest. The lady’s youngest son is cherishing his first earnings while strolling through the countryside. He has learned much of what his mother has taught him, but he is still carefree and not worried about the future.

The youth’s older brother, on the other hand, has joined the military and he’s off in a foreign land holding up his earnings wondering if the war will be profitable or not. The queen who sent the knight off to war is lamenting the decision to send men off to war. She is bent over her gold coin. The queen cannot even rejoice over the abundant harvest that surrounds her. Her husband, the king, has surrounded himself with so much of his wealth he cannot even enjoy his castle nor his wealth. He has become a hoarder just like his ancestor. The queen and king have both realized in middle age that wealth cannot buy happiness nor peace of mind.