starlightexp
The hour was late. The moon, full and bright shone down on the forests and fields surrounding the house. Inside three friends sat in a ring of candle light, their hands lightly placed upon the planchette. Smoke from the incense curls around them as through the windows comes the faint sparks of the June fireflies. One of the friends calls out to the room; “Tonight we call upon Pamela Coleman Smith. Are you there Pamela?” There is silence. Nothing happens. The call is made again; “We are looking to speak with Pamela Coleman Smith… Pixie?” With the last sound the planchette tingled a little and shot off to say HELLO.
“Pixie, is that you?”
YES
“We want you to know that we all love the art you did on the tarot”
YOU ARE VERY KIND
“We wish that you had done more decks”
THERE IS ANOTHER
“There is?”
YES
“What? Where?”
IT IS SMALL, AND HIDDEN
“How can we find it Pixie?”
THE CARDS WILL FIND YOU
“When? How?”
BE PATIENT LITTLE ONES
“How many cards are we looking for?”
TRICE THE SEASONS CHANGE TO FIND THE ANSWER
“Huh?”
LISTEN TO MY VOICE. GOODBYE
The planchette stopped moving.
“Who’s hungry for a pizza?”
Talk goes on for the next hour or so as the night flows to its zenith. Talk of how Pixie spoke though her art and the message of the changing seasons are all they can think of as they scarf down the tomato basil pizza. Earlier that night they had been playing with all manor of fortune telling cards, tarot, lenormand, mexican bingo cards and now it was time to pick things up. As they were putting cards back into deck piles and decks back into bags a cry came out “OMG! These cards weren’t there before.” It was true after all the cards were put in to piles there were four cards left. Four cards that did not have a deck. Four cards that were of Pixie’s artwork were found out of the mound of cards they had been playing with. They looked at each other. These were the cards they found….
“Pixie, is that you?”
YES
“We want you to know that we all love the art you did on the tarot”
YOU ARE VERY KIND
“We wish that you had done more decks”
THERE IS ANOTHER
“There is?”
YES
“What? Where?”
IT IS SMALL, AND HIDDEN
“How can we find it Pixie?”
THE CARDS WILL FIND YOU
“When? How?”
BE PATIENT LITTLE ONES
“How many cards are we looking for?”
TRICE THE SEASONS CHANGE TO FIND THE ANSWER
“Huh?”
LISTEN TO MY VOICE. GOODBYE
The planchette stopped moving.
“Who’s hungry for a pizza?”
Talk goes on for the next hour or so as the night flows to its zenith. Talk of how Pixie spoke though her art and the message of the changing seasons are all they can think of as they scarf down the tomato basil pizza. Earlier that night they had been playing with all manor of fortune telling cards, tarot, lenormand, mexican bingo cards and now it was time to pick things up. As they were putting cards back into deck piles and decks back into bags a cry came out “OMG! These cards weren’t there before.” It was true after all the cards were put in to piles there were four cards left. Four cards that did not have a deck. Four cards that were of Pixie’s artwork were found out of the mound of cards they had been playing with. They looked at each other. These were the cards they found….