Great Grannies Tarot Trunk

Thread originally posted on the Aeclectic Tarot Forum on 05 Feb 2004, and now archived in the Forum Library.

ros	05 Feb 2004
Great Grannies Tarot Trunk is HUGE! Items in the trunk: - tarot cards - oracle cards - black silk tablecloths - colorful tarot bags - lots of tarot books - candles - crystals - feathers - an alter - journals - jewlery - crystal ball - Ouija board - a black cat - a white owl - cobwebs - Richard Gere and........

Red Emma	05 Feb 2004
About Richard Gere.......... I'll take two of those.

Imagemaker	05 Feb 2004
a meditation cushion (and one for Richard, too)

SherryZoned	05 Feb 2004
A Regular deck of cards tea Take out the tarot books. Great granny don't need em!

Chronata	06 Feb 2004
19 magic 8 balls! (which, incidently, is the same number I have!)

katrananda	06 Feb 2004
I wouldn't mention magic 8 balls and Richard Gere in the same sentence.... Aren't 2 usually sufficient?

Majecot	06 Feb 2004
A crystal pendulum and an old map.

lark	06 Feb 2004
I think Granny needs some yarn and knitting needles in that trunk. To knit some tarot bags, and Richard really needs something to keep his magic 8 balls in.

Jewel-ry	06 Feb 2004
Incense sticks and matches. the incense sticks will be needed to make Richard Gere just a little sleepy ... What am I saying ... Richard Gere??? No, No, No, how about Johnny Depp, yepp, Johnny Depp. He does it for me. Put him in the trunk together with his daft accent (Pirates of the Caribbean) and loadz of incense sticks ... J :) P.S. Whats a magic 8 ball???

Imagemaker	06 Feb 2004
The black ball about 5 (?) inches in diameter with a little window in the bottom. You ask a question, turn the ball over, and an octagon inside floats to the window with an answer. There are 8 answers, some of which are "ask later" and "definitely" or . . . ? It's been quite a while since I saw one! Chronata, why do you have 19 and are they different?

Majecot	06 Feb 2004
a black lace shawl to keep grandmas shoulders warm

Chronata	06 Feb 2004
Quote: Originally posted by Imagemaker The black ball about 5 (?) inches in diameter with a little window in the bottom. You ask a question, turn the ball over, and an octagon inside floats to the window with an answer. There are 8 answers, some of which are "ask later" and "definitely" or . . . ? It's been quite a while since I saw one! Chronata, why do you have 19 and are they different? Ah...I don't really know, Imagemaker! I guess it's because I just collect a lot of weird useless crap! I am an accumulater, from a long line of accumulaters... :D Actually, a lot of them are different...different manufacturers, from different time periods and different sizes too. One is in a clear liquid squishy ball (hmmm...Richard Gere might like that one...)two are electronic, one of them is Pink and has very girly answers...another one has all sarcastic responses! And that doesn't even count the boatloads of other pointless divination devices I have ,that work on the same "yes/no" answer principle! Just one of those things, I guess. Grannie needs a veil in there too. a long black lace one, that she can put over her head when she wants to be the spooky ol' witch crone and scare the grandchildren!

lunalafey	07 Feb 2004
herbs....gotta have all sorts of vegetation matter

LaLa	07 Feb 2004
A pointy black hat and mask from a long ago halloween a fancy pink turban encrusted with jewels a black cape with purple lining some wicked pointy black suede shoes a pair of gold embroidered arabian slippers with upturned points a set of rune stones a very dusty rolled up ancient looking carpet that twitches and jumps a twisted dark-wood wand with a golden claw that holds a cloudy orb at it's tip a small blue vial with a silver cap on a silken cord a velum scroll with a red tassell a rose crystal chalice a golden key a scrapbook of newsclippings from the early 1900 about flying balloons and a man named Gordon Bennett a floral lace handkerchief two feet of hemp rope a tinder box a small gold locket containing a strand of auburn hair on a fine green ribbbon a snuff box a letter about the auction day of a spinster friends estate and a leather bound floral book of birthdays P.S. some of these are REALLY from my grannys trunk!!

Imagemaker	07 Feb 2004
Quote: One is in a clear liquid squishy ball (hmmm...Richard Gere might like that one...)two are electronic, one of them is Pink and has very girly answers...another one has all sarcastic responses! What fun! I had no clue there were so many versions. I need to go searching online to explore this whole new arena. How about a tarot 8-ball with the major arcana as "answers"--it would sell in a minute!

lunalafey	07 Feb 2004
Mead or Wine & goblet {or two}

Red Emma	07 Feb 2004
Majecot, I hate to disillusion you, but we great grannys don't wear black lace shawls anymore. The best is a bright red, wool ruanna. We save the black lace for when gentlemen callers come around.

Red Emma	07 Feb 2004
Quote: Originally posted by LaLa P.S. some of these are REALLY from my grannys trunk!! Two things: 1) Wouldn't it be great to write a time-travel romance based on this trunk? 2) A local woman I know found in her grandmother's trunk a diary from when she (the grandmother) had been a telegraph operator for, I think it was Pancho Via (probably spelled wrong) -- during the Mexican revolution. The grandmother turned up in the revolutionary's camp because she was in love with an Englishman. I don't remember the status of that relationship, but obviously they weren't married or the Englishman would have been my friend's grandfather. During my friend's lifetime, the grandmother had been a strict Catholic, rigid and unbending in her insistence on proper behaviour. As a writer, I'd give a whole lot to have legal possession of that diary. Big, big sigh. Very big sigh!

Diana	07 Feb 2004
Quote: Originally posted by Jewel-ry What am I saying ... Richard Gere??? No, No, No, how about Johnny Depp, yepp, Johnny Depp. He does it for me. Put him in the trunk together with his daft accent (Pirates of the Caribbean) and loadz of incense sticks ... If Johnny Depp is in the trunk, please can I get inside and will you all close the lid of the trunk and leave us alone for... well, for.... quite a long time? Thank you. But I will chuck the incense sticks out before you close the lid (don't like incense).

Dark Eyes	07 Feb 2004
I would put Brad Pitt in the trunk (and myself) with a little massage oil of course..... only for the aromatic purpose of clearing out the old trunk smell .... u all understand that don't you, I'd never use it on Brad..... })

Majecot	07 Feb 2004
Quote: Originally posted by Red Emma Majecot, I hate to disillusion you, but we great grannys don't wear black lace shawls anymore. The best is a bright red, wool ruanna. We save the black lace for when gentlemen callers come around. LOL... hey ros did not say just how old this Granny was :D I know what kinda black lace your talking about.. I have one of those in my "granny" wardrobe too! ;) How about an nice marble mortar and pestle in grannys trunk to powder those herbs.

Red Emma	07 Feb 2004
Quote: Originally posted by Majecot LOL... hey ros did not say just how old this Granny was :D More disillusionment for my friend, Majecot. Age doesn't matter. When there's a fire in the furnace, it just keeps right on burning brightly! Thank the good Goddess!

Mystic Zyl	08 Feb 2004
Small cut crystal drinking flask, so Granny can spice up her tea. A book containing pressed flowers from special occasions. Like violets that she and her special beau picked one summer afternoon as they sat on the edge of a blanket at the church social.

Imagemaker	08 Feb 2004
Not one person here has mentioned a very essential element--Grannie's connection (wireless broadband preferred) to the Internet!!

lunakasha	21 Feb 2004
So, let me see if I understand this...we now have Brad Pitt AND Johnny Depp in the trunk???? Oh...and Richard Gere too! Well then, I don't think we need to worry about anything else...OK maybe a bottle of Bailey's Irish Creme for my coffee, and now I am in HEAVEN!!! :D Luna

ros	21 Feb 2004
Oh yes, we have to remember that the tickets for a trip to the Caribbean are in here also! (Grannie isn't that old yet)

Summerdream	21 Feb 2004
I'd actually love to have Orlando Bloom and Viggo Mortensen in the trunk!!! Momof3girls:)

Red Emma	21 Feb 2004
Quote: Originally posted by Momof3girls I'd actually love to have Orlando Bloom and Viggo Mortensen in the trunk!!! Momof3girls:) Okay, Guys! Here's the word about OLD from a really real great grandmother! As I said above, THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS TOO OLD! Well, maybe. I'm not sure about after 100......but before that, just give me Richard Gere and everybody go away! Far, far away!

Red Emma	21 Feb 2004
Quote: Originally posted by ros Oh yes, we have to remember that the tickets for a trip to the Caribbean are in here also! (Grannie isn't that old yet) ! Okay, Guys! Here's the word about OLD from a really real great grandmother when it comes to black lace and gentlemen callers. Actually I'm not sure about after 100. But before that just give me Richard Gere and everybody go away. Way, way far away!

Ivy Rhiannon	13 Apr 2004
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Originally posted by Jewel-ry What am I saying ... Richard Gere??? No, No, No, how about Johnny Depp, yepp, Johnny Depp. He does it for me. Put him in the trunk together with his daft accent (Pirates of the Caribbean) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Quote: Originally posted by Diana If Johnny Depp is in the trunk, please can I get inside and will you all close the lid of the trunk and leave us alone for... well, for.... quite a long time? Thank you. hey I was going to quote jewelry! lol I love jonny depp in potc! So savvy! and looky here! I've found some rum! Tootles guys you all can fight over the other two...I've got a date and it involves more than whats in that trunk!

hedgecub	20 Apr 2004
You forgot cookies.. Granny always has a selection of cookies for children, visitors, and of course herself ;)

nocturnaldreamr	22 Apr 2004
hmmmm.........im wondering if any gerbils were found with Mr. Gere?

DarkElectric	24 Apr 2004
A portable Cd player, headphones, and all her fave cd's! (Gotta have music!) A Pilates mat Yoga videos China tea cups (for the aforementioned tea) A big ol raggedy stuffed Cookie Monster doll. Lovely hairpins that look like beaded chopsticks or fans A photo of her grandchildren Love letters( old or current!) Some weird, amorphous junk she's planning on taking to "Antiques Road Show" so she can find out what it is.

Simone	24 Apr 2004
aaand some self-made liquor ;) (nobody knows what's in that brew, but I do...) })

Pook	25 Apr 2004
..a long black velvet cloak for when it's cold and granny wants to appear mysterious, and gloves to match 'cuz we know that granny knows how to accessorize.

ros	25 Apr 2004
OakDragon so we have someone to play the game "answer a question with a question"

OakDragon	25 Apr 2004
Quote: Originally posted by ros OakDragon so we have someone to play the game "answer a question with a question" Come on in everyone, the mothballs are fine!

Simone	26 Apr 2004
Oh, it's getting quite crowded in there: are you sure that chest does not hide a trapdoor to a secret room? Simone

OakDragon	26 Apr 2004
The chest is a doorway to another dimension!

Imagemaker	26 Apr 2004
Quote: The chest is a doorway to another dimension! We have a great setup here for a series of stories about Granny and her travels through the trunk.

OakDragon	27 Apr 2004
"Tarot, the final frontier... these are the voyages of Great Grannie's Tarot Trunk..."

ros	27 Apr 2004
We have everyone ready to open the door to the other side~~~

Pook	27 Apr 2004
The door flies open and we stand in the dim light of the glowing moons....Are we taking all of Great Grannies tarot stuff with us to this dimension?

WalesWoman	27 Apr 2004
As long as Johnny Depp is still along, who cares?

Dark Eyes	28 Apr 2004
We should probably leave Brad Pitt behind for Jenny,.....:( boo hoo

LaLa	29 Apr 2004
electric blue flashes burst across her vision and fade as quickly as lightning..leaving a vision of travellers in rustic perambulation through a lush wilderness landscape ... another flash and a pile of sticks appear and swiftly vanishs ...with a gentle stroke against her shins GG is brought back to the reality of the porch swing as dusk fades into evening, she shakes her head and reaches for the cat at her feet, rises and wanders inside. " Five, I believe it was five" she mutters to the cat. She pauses at a mirror in the hallway staring just long enough to lose focus and sees again the travellers wagon and senses it holds a precious cargo. Opening a small door under the stairs she steps into the tiny cupboard space and in the dim light opens a care worn trunk of wood and leather. It's hinges are rusty and faded labels of long distant travels with peeling edges adorn it's face board. As the lid is lifted the familiar faded wallpaper lining of delicate flowers between rows of pink stripes greets GG. A strange glow eminates from within as she softly steps into the trunk.....

Pook	29 Apr 2004
Ooooooo...how interesting... and 5 what?

Simone	29 Apr 2004
Before her opens a passage, softly illuminated, inviting. Great Granny knows from her earlier voyages through the trunk that the passage leads her to wherever she needs to be most, and she steps through it confidently. Out she comes on a lush meadow, the grass is high and full of sap, little colourful flowers interrupt the green. The sky is blue, some little white clouds seem to have lost their herd and drift aimlessly. In the distance, there is a tree. A big tree, it's trunk so broad that it could be a house, it's branches reach high out to the sky, as if they wanted to shepherd the lost clouds back to their family. The roots look like a big fist firmly gripping the soil. The leaves are just budding, it is spring, and the first bees are humming amongst the flowers while granny begins to walk towards the tree. As she takes her first steps, a huge black dog comes bounding and stops before her feet, looking at her expectantly. "Take me along, I'm your guide" he growls low in his throat. Granny nods, strokes his head and together, they walk on towards the tree...

LaLa	29 Apr 2004
Quote: Originally posted by MoonDreameR Ooooooo...how interesting... and 5 what? Ahhh... that'd be the "sticks"...

Simone	30 Apr 2004
Meanwhile, beside the trunk, the cat sits, tail curled around its forepaws. It sits alert, knowing it is the guardian of the entrance - nobody must disturb Grannys voyage. There's no noise, be it slight, that's missed, the eyes are wide open and black as the night on a new moon. It's tail tip twitches from the tension, but Cat won't budge. Nothing will get past its claws... **** Granny is walking. The back dog is bounding around, playfully snapping at shadows and flies. "...5 sticks..." Granny ponders, "What could this mean?" She's not aware that she's really talking, but Dog pricks his ears. He comes scampering back to her and looks at her, gives a short whine. Granny sees him and comes out of her thoughts. "Huh, Dog, five sticks, what do you reckon?" A short flash of her earlier vision in the mirror passes her mind, the travellers wagon with its precious cargo. Dog barks shortly, sharply, like a warning. Then he growls "... fight over a precious cup, in another time, in another place, you have to prevent it... get to the tree, urgent!" and begins heading, more quickly now, towards the tree. Granny shakes her head, although she has seen much in her dimension travels, she never met a talking dog before. Birds have guided her, horses have carried her, and even once she has met a Unicorn guarding a tower, but talking dogs...! She increases her stride, the tree does not seem to get any closer across the sea of grass.

LaLa	30 Apr 2004
"when is a stick NOT a stick?" GG poses to the mysterious Dog of Darkness as she puffs from the exersion of their walk, and as the words leave her lips she halts mid stride, catching her breath in a kind of exasperation as the penny drops "Hah! when it's no longer a stick but a "Staff"!!" she says throwing back her head to the sky she groans and then turns to the dog "Best be careful then," as she turns her attention back to the tree which now appears to be suddenly nearer...

Simone	01 May 2004
The sun is growing hot as Great Granny arrives near the tree. She stops for a minute, pulling a handkerchief out of the large skirt pocket to wipe off the sweat, and something comes falling out with it, unrealised. Dog sees it, though, and he snatches the thing up and holds it to Granny. "You will need this" he growls around that thing in his mouth. Granny looks and sees she was about to loose her precious pocket scrying mirror... She unwraps it, takes a few steps into the shade of the tree and looks into the black mirror, unfocussing her eyes in the progress. Once again, she gets a flash of the wagon. It is standing in front of a building that looks like an ancient inn, people are busying themselves around it, loading their baggage into it. A man comes around the corner, leading two horses to the wagon and begins to tie them to it. Dog's bark snatches her out of her scrying trance. "You have to hurry!" he growls. Granny looks around, and all she sees is the huge tree. It is a beautiful tree indeed, but Granny cannot figure what she should do. Dog pulls her skirt in an urgent come-on, and Granny decides to follow him. As they walk around the tree trunk, she glimpses a peculiar phenomenon. The air seems to vibrate and be more luminous in one of the creases in the trunk. Dog leads her to it and nudges her. "What am I supposed to do?" she asks. Granny jumps in a fright. She turns around to see one large stick has fallen from the tree, exactly a good staff. Remembering her vision, she picks it up and weighs it in her hand. It feels good. She looks up to the tree, and just for a secont it seems there is a face in it that winks to her. "Thanks!" she sais, and dog nudges her again towards the flimmering air. "Go through there" he growls, a little exasperated.

Simone	03 May 2004
Madame Simone is sitting in her living room, looking into a crystal ball. "Mmmm", she mumbles, "nobody seems to be interested in Grannys adventures? I see many interesting things happening in that story, would anyone take the talking staff?" Madame Simone covers her ball with a black cloth and puts it back on its shelf...

ros	04 May 2004
...and the wind begins to blow...

Simone	04 May 2004
Great Granny's skirts begin to flutter in the wind, like the wings of a butterfly caught in a spiderweb. She takes a deep breath and steps into the shimmering light. "About time, too!" Dog, who has nimbly jumped in after her, growls. At this sound, Granny opens here eyes and realises that she had squeezed them shut without noticing it. Stunned, she looks around her: she is standing in what looks like a room caved out of the trunk (the tree would be big enough for it). At her feet, she notices stairs leading downwards into a black gaping hole. She grips her staff and mumbles: "So, what do they always say in those Harry Potter books to make that thing lighten up? - Loo mouse or something? Low mousse? Lewd mosh?" Dog growls in exasperation. "Lumos it is, LUMOS!" And suddenly, the tip of Granny's staff lights in a dazzling greenish light, a bit like Elm's fire. The light radiates a chilly kind of coolness, but gives quite a good sight. Granny begins to step down, groaning a bit at the arthrosis in her knees that gnaws when she has to walk stairs. This staircase doesn't seem to have an end. It goes down, deeper and deeper, smells begin to change. From earthy to mouldy to humid to wet... Suddenly, there's another light before her: she has reached the end of the staircase after what seemed an eternity, and there is somebody (or something, she cannot tell) waiting for her. "Hurry!" a tiny little voice says. "You lost a lot of time out there, you are needed urgently!" "Huh?" is all Granny can say, she's so astonished about what she sees: in front of her, looking up to her with its gleaming little face, stands what seems to be an Elf. "Dog!" the tiny voice says in a very commanding tone, "You can go now. Your mission is done!" " I am to be your guide from here. Follow me, quick!" Dazzled, Granny looks around, but Dog has already gone. He's a very obedient dog... "Huh?!" Granny utters again, she cannot follow what has just happened. She shakes her head to clear it, but Dog still is gone, and the Elf is looking at her expectantly and impatiently. "Follow me now!" - again this commanding tone, and Granny cannot help but make the first step. Something is nagging her at the back of her mind, and then she blurts out: "So, do you have a name, Little One??"

Simone	08 May 2004
The Elf shakes it's head with a tinkling noise. "Does he have bells attached to those ears?" Great Granny muses. The tinkling continues, and slowly it is dawning on Great Granny that tese are not the Elf's ears, it's her telephone. Opening her eyes, she realises that she's in her very own bed, cat curled at her side. Groaning, she gets up, and looks for her slippers. Can't find them, so she decides to go barefoot to the phone. "hello?" "" a male voice sais, coming from far, very far away. "Yes, indeed. Who's speaking?" "" Wiping sleep out of her eyes, Great Granny mumbles: "Huh?? What do you mean, five staffs??" "Well, you did order them last night, didn't you?" "I did not order no five staffs, Sir, and besides, my feet are getting cold here, so if you don't tell me what this is all about, I'm going to hang up on you!" "" "I don't know anything of the like. But tell me, what would I do with five staffs??? It doesn't make sense!" "Oh, but it does: those five staffs have indeed worthy magical properties, detailed on the notice included. Our mirror-interface orders are unfortunately not reversable, so I am afraid that you have to take them! I wish you a lot of joy with them! "But... but..." Great Granny stutters. "what do they cost? Can I even pay for them? You know, my cheque has not arrived yet, and I'm a bit short right now..." "" The tell-tale sound of a phone being hung up comes through the receiver, leaving Great Granny standing there, barefooted, feet very cold indeed now, staring open-mouthed at the receiver, before she slowly puts it back on the cradle...

OakDragon	06 Aug 2004
"I ordered five magical staffs?!", Grannie exclaimed, bewildered. "Oh, this is all too much," she moaned softly, before fainting to the floor. Later, she awakened to find a young man in a brown uniform standing over her. "Wake up, ma'am, wake up! Oh, good! You're coming around. I've been trying to wake you for 3 months!" Great Grannie sits up groggily. She sees the man in uniform. "Hey, you, how did you get in here, young man?" "I am Amannu, I.S.M.A.D., here with the five staffs you ordered." He pointed to a bundle of oaken staffs leaning against the wall near the door. They are intricately carved and each has a different jewel mounted to the top of it. "If you're mad, why did they entrust you with the delivery?" "Eh?" The delivery man said, confused. "Never mind. What am I supposed to do with them? The man who called said something about a notice that would explain everything." "I don't know anything about any notice, ma'am," he replied. "All I know is that I was supposed to deliver the staffs to you." "Well, who sent them? I don't understand." "I'm sorry, ma'am," the delivery man replied. "All I know is that they were to be delivered to you, free of charge, from The Signifcator. I must be going now. If I don't hurry, I will be late back to I.S.M.A.D. depot." "That's poor grammar, young man, but I can see why the depot would be mad... three months!" Great Grannie said. "It doesn't matter if you're poor, since the staffs are free. I must be off." The delivery man hurried toward the door. "What are you talking about...oooooh....I think I'm getting a headache," said Great Grannie, beginning to feel woozy. She stumbled slowly back over to her bed and sat down, holding her hand to her forehead.

Eco74	08 Aug 2004
After the young man left she peered over at the staffs half expecting them to topple over, start shimmering or possibly even start to speak, but ofcourse they did neither and just stood there, leaning against the wall. Since she still could make out no notice anywhere on the bundle she decided to leave them for a while, put her slippers on aswell as her warm woolen shawl and went into the kitchen to make a pot of tea. Upon returning to her bedroom she noticed the cat staring at the staffs, as if it was reading from them. As the cat turned its head and looked at her expectantly, she suddenly remembered the elf she had met under the tree and wondered whatever had become of it. Having no name would also most certainly make life more difficult, having everyone call you "hey, you there" or "the one in the little hat, yes, you". She sat on the bedside and had her cup of tea (regular breakfast tea with the slitest hint of lavender to make her feel at ease), taking her time and also going into the kitchen to clean the cup before returning her attention to the staffs. As she neared them, there was still no sign of any notice, but there seemed to be words and rather telling images carved onto the staffs themselves...

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