Intuitive Tarot

Dedicated to The Life of Michael Jackson

2009-07-07T16:36:17+02:00

I couldn't see you Old.
At fifty, you still had that Glamorous Gift.
You died at your Zenith.
Your Sorrows and your Joys
Your Loves and your Fears
Merged in Hasty Death.
And as your Legend Ever Lives
You leave with It
Your Perfumed Fragrance.

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Poem on the Loss of Michael Jackson

2009-07-04T23:23:49+02:00

Too innocent for this world.
Of gentle voice and manners mild.
A hybrid of colour.
Exploding the universe with dazzling splendour.

Elegant, bizarre, mesmerising.
With beauty and full of bounty.

This is who you were to me.
Though I scarcely knew it at the time.

A loving soul, tender.
Of aspirations high and talent great.

A One Off.
Forever lost.

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LEAVES

2008-11-05T16:50:07+01:00

See how the leaves
Are at peace with the trees
How they gently murmur and sway.
How still they breathe
How at one they feel
With their stately trunks
And their colour green.

How gracefully they yield
To the artistic bent
And the elegant line
Of the lilting boughs.

The landscape they are
Of our lovely land.
Where the birds do sing
And the sky colours grey
And the blossoms brandish shades
Every shape every size.

Oh lovely land of leaves
You speak to me
And share your secrets
How lucky am I.

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2008-07-29T01:25:22+02:00

Magnificient Summer

Magnificient summer!
You are now fully dressed.
And yet your beauty still holds untold secrets.
Magnificent summer. I cannot encompass your Beauty.
Birds sing and flowers dance.
And the air contains all manner of hope.
Magnificent summer!
Your blooms are calling -
Calling me to join with you
To that unknown Place
Of no Return.

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ALMOST IN LOVE

2008-07-29T01:15:13+02:00

Almost in Love

I am almost in love with my beautiful world,
For now that spring is here all her latent beauty has sprung forth.
The golden yellow-rich dandelions
Speckle a background of green,
While tree trunks and branches
Unfold their masterpieces of intricate foliage.
The small milky-yolked daisies speak of purity and light
And Coy minute blue flowers assert their tiny space.
I am almost in love -
In love with the murmer of the wind,
With the bird that hops
And the cat stealthily stealing.
Almost in love -
But for that purple tinge of a mystery bloom,
That reminds me of a pain
- Still lingering from an unrequited Love.

Dedicated to David Anthony Grahame, beloved father of my two children who died in September 2002

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2008-07-29T01:00:12+02:00

I originally started this blog to represent myself as a Tarot Reader, but it has become more of place for me to share my poetry which I love.

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The tiny flower

2008-07-29T00:56:57+02:00

The tiny little flower
The bluest of the bluest blue
Immense in your perfection.
Of symmetry exact
Of artistry supreme.
Your stunning Beauty
Belies your weeny stature.
Oh tiny flower!
I crown you my Queen of the universe.

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Summer Solstice

2007-06-21T17:24:35+02:00

As today is the Summer Solstice I thought it appropriate to write down even more of my poetry.

My Summer Solstice

I want an endless Summer of breathless beauty,
of shades of green
of gentle breeze
of everchanging skies.

I want an endless Summer of bursting blooms,
of overhanging hedgerows
of multitudes of scents
of flower-laden stalks.

I want an endless Summer of many coloured petals,
of cool, clear moonlight
of sun-drenched grass
of gliding happy ducks.

I want to stay in this Haven of all heavens.
I want to live with my own soul.

My Garden of Eden

I want to stay in the Garden with the sweet smell of roses,
staying close to the limbering honeysuckle with her scent soaking my senses.
I want to bathe in the sunlight,
Oblivious to the world.

Oh Lord, I don't want to go to Heaven.
And where is Hell?
There's only me and you.

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Some more of my Poetry

2007-06-20T18:22:06+02:00

SUMMER

This Summer is too beautiful for me.
The Roses too richly red.
The Earthen Pots too laden with variety of hue and form.
The Coloured Petaled Faces too dazzling for my veins.

The God Apollo has nothing on you,
my Friends, my Flowers.
Your Beauty belies your humble stature.
You dance in the Sun, crane towards the Sun.
You live for the Sun.

My heart is overfull.
Your Delicate Design and Joy has etched
Lovelines on my heart.
From where a radiance of Everlasting Waves has spread.

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phone readings

2007-02-25T11:58:36+01:00

I have recently started taking phone readings. Previously I never wanted to do readings on the phone because I felt that without face to face contact the psychic energy would be weakened. I have discovered that this is not the case. On the contrary, because I only have a voice to focus on, and also because the time limit is more defined on phone readings, there are fewer distractions and so the psychic energy becomes sharper.

I have also taken up a stall sometimes at Waterlow Park's monthly craft fair. If anyone lives in the Highgate area it's worth a visit.

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ODE TO SPRING

2007-02-19T02:29:03+01:00

Spring is here,
And the Trees are bursting
With Pink Blossom
Dappled Pink Blossom
Pale Pink, all shades and hues of Pink
Mingling together
Splashes of rich textured Ethereal Clusters.

The Trees are laden with white Blossom
Pure celestial Blossom
Bright as Light
Giving generously their beauty

Shy green buds grace the trees
Lime green leaves sway with a polished glitter.
I stand transfixed
And gaze with Awe
At this dazzling display
Of quiet silent Glory.

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Poetry

2007-02-14T15:29:29+01:00

The Snowdrop

Peeping through the deep crust
Of pure white snow,
The gentle Snowdrop reveals its head.
Cowed down in obeisance,
It displays,
Its stunning, elegant and modest beauty.

Flowers

The flowers are straining towards me.
They know they are but drops within the cosmic splendour.
But still they want their share of grace.
Only they know the hardships of the journey they have made.
To display this their portion of glory.

Daisies

Daisies, with their milky yolk centres
Are bright and white.
Uplifting their tiny petals towards the evening sun.

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Introduction

2006-05-09T20:28:48+02:00

I first became familiar with the Tarot's predictive capacity when my then boyfriend threw the cards, pointing to a red-haired lady purporting to be my competitor. Much to my chagrin she consequently proved to be just that. Now, over 30 years later, I see the Tarot in a somewhat different light. Although I make lots of predictions with uncanny accuracy, the main focus for me is the process of self-discovery that can happen when the Tarot is used as a tool rather than an end in itself. I find the cards endlessly fascinating with their rich symbolism and never-ending shades and nuances of meaning. My job as the reader is to search for and to find the symbols, hidden and obvious, which will unlock the doors of my client's perception. The initial layout of the cards starts the process; the rest I do myself. The results always prove intruiging. From my experience, the most direct use of the Tarot is to ask a specific question - that way I can endeavor to give a specific answer. My response to one question can lead the way to the unearthing of several other questions. Alongside Tarot, I give Psychic Palm Readings. These give useful personality profiles indicating suitable careers, possible career changes and characteristics that may influence present or future life direction. The readings can be surprisingly informative, throwing insight into the client's personal life. My educatuional background is broad. I have a B.Sc. Economics degree, specialising in Sociology from the London School of Economics. I am currently studying towards a diploma in Counselling.
When I feel moved I sometimes write poetry. Here is my favourite which I composed about a year ago:

Five Minutes To Midnight

If I could hold Time still I would.
For the Valleys of this World
are far too beautiful
for me to move so swiftly to my Death.

The stillness of the Night
Is making overtures to my Soul.
The Clouds hang silently in the mauve sky.
The brightness of Stars pierces the film of dark.
The Trees stand alert and steal my heart
with their modest gentle grandeur.
Their Leaves join with the murmer of a Wind
to gently convey their presence.

Red light is appearing beneath the Sky,
talking to the God within Me.

Frances May Saldanha London, May 2006

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