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3D Love—Elinor Elaine Bonow

Elinor

Elinor looked shocked at her own self. “I didn’t mean to say that.”

“Well, what did you mean to say?”

“It’s just that I was a psychic. I’m not any more. I gave it up. I mean I’m suppose to give it up. There’s too much for me to deal with right now.”

“Well, perhaps we all need to turn in now anyway,” Bob said graciously. “I know, after all that hybrid strong, strong herb we need something to take the edge off. I’ll be right back.”

The Oberon’s were showing signs of being absolutely stoned. “I guess I should have warned you guys that this particular strain is guaranteed to warp your brain.” Steve was lying in his hammock, the others instilled in tableau.

“I have never ever been stoned.” Annie said sitting in full lotus in a corner of the floor. “But after this I think I will do it again.”

Aiden put on his shades and reclined on the sofa. “Elinore, I hope you will read Steve’s cards. I have an affinity for the occult.” His honest declaration regrouped the tribe. “Come on Elinor, you know we all just starting to be friends now. We’re not going to judge you harshly. We want to get to know you better.”

Penny chimed in, “it was really hard for me to confess to all you complete strangers. But now I feel trust in each and every one of you.”

“Well, I feel like a real dork. My stupid problems seem so trivial, my pot habits and me thinking that I am all that, that I hsve some special ear to god, so whatever you do is all good with me. I love you guys, I really mean it.”

Bob arrived carrying a tray laden with mugs, which smelled like hot chocolate. He knew some of them had different tolerances to milky substances he thoughtfully catered to the intolerant amongst them. He made the [i]hot chocolate with hemp milk and in honor of the stoned amongst them. There was also a heaping plate of triangular cinnamon toasts of caramelized sweet goodness.

“Oh my, this is just like what my mother made when I was a child.” Elinor was smiling now. “How did you know Bob?”

The group ate and drank the bedtime treats. There was no new talk of goals or lost illusions and soon as one human organism they tumbled off to bed and a trippy dreamland.

Bob tidied up and went outside in the cool night air. As he looked up into the black night he thought to himself, ”Oh yes my little chickens, you are now creating new lives for yourselves, making new connections, creating new friends.” He sat thinking quietly to himself until sleep itself called.

The next morning Elinor was the first one up except for Bob who was in the kitchen or the galley as he called it fixing a late breakfast. She was wearing an elaborate emerald green gown. Her boa, made out of silk ivy leaves, swirled around her neck. Her golden braids were piled atop her head. She was barefoot and carried a staff topped with a pinecone. She looked like a princess of an ancient tribe.

“Good morning Bob,” she shouted “I am ready to start the new day.”

One by one the Oberon’s emerged. As if they got the same message each was dressed in what could be called finery, an extension of their stories, of themselves. Steve dug out one of his favorite Rock and Roll outfits tight bell bottoms, ruffled shirt and loads of jewelry. Aiden had on a beautifully tailored suit, pale yellow with an equally pale blue shirt and a white fedora. Penny wore a red ruffled miniskirt and thigh high red patent leather boots.

Bob came out to announce, “Breakfast is ready children.” He never changed his outfit, loose pants and shirt obscured by his apron with his name embroidered on the bib in black cursive. “ We’re having an old fashioned southern breakfast today kids: Grits swimming in butter and cream, three different kinds of fake sausage, scrambled eggs with chives and home made biscuits with butter and honey. Strong coffee is in order after last night’s perfect pot party.”

“Miss Elinor, I thought after we eat you could tell us your story. We only have a short drive to our next camp so we won’t leave here until late afternoon.”

Elinor took the stage about noon. The blue skies had disappeared and a curtain of grey hung in the air. “I was a professional psychic in LA for many years. This is only one of many of my outfits. I won’t tell you my stage name but I was very popular with a certain clientele.

Most of the psychics out there are fakes you know, phonies but I seemed to have a gift. I didn’t let anyone know especially the other psychics. I just kept it a secret. Well, for a while I worked for this company who did parties for the high-rollers, you know the one’s that lived, as they used to say the ”Lifestyle Of The Rich And Famous.”

I got involved in a twisted plot, I won’t go into details but this one man, I just knew he was going to die. The cards never lied to me. I knew when, where and how. It is a terrible thing to see this. I knew how to turn off my gift if I needed to, but this image kept pushing through. I told him he was going to die and then nothing happened .The day and time passed and nothing. Finally he destroyed my career and ruined my reputation because he was still alive.”

The Oberon’s were silent mulling over this recitation. “But wasn’t he happy that he was still alive. I know I would be jumping for joy.” Steve said.

“See the funny thing is this. I haven’t had the gift return for the past five or six years now. It had always been with me and then, POOF, nothing, no signs, no visions, no ghosts, nada. I decided I’d better to get rid of this burden so I came on this pilgrimage to let go of those cards.”

“Do you have them with you now?” Penny asked. “I believe in the cards.”

“Last night, I promised I’d read Steve’s cards and I will do that, just to see if I am under some kind of spell. I mean when you work in this business you develop all sorts of rituals to make the magic work, even the biggest fakes, con men, magicians, circus people, gypsies have ritual. “

Elinor asked Bob to put a CD in the system. Beautifully strange music flutes, cymbals and small drums beat a rhythm. Elinor twirled the ivy boa floating around her face and neck. She beat the stick in time to the music and sang I—O—E—V—O, I—O—E—V—O, I—O—E—V—O. There was a cloth wrapped package in her left hand. She shook her head so hard forward and back, forward and back until it seemed that her head would pop right off her ivy strangled neck.

The music came to an end and Elinor, who seemed to be in a trance, sat at the table where Bob had set two candles. They could hear a soft rain outside the RV. She unwrapped the cloth and slowly shuffled the cards.

Aiden stood up suddenly and cried out. “Oh please Elinor, Steve let her read my cards. I would give anything to have her read my cards. Please guys.”

 

[i] Recipe #6 –Hot Chocolate and Cinnamon toast

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3D Love—Steve

Steve

Penny’s confession shocked everyone into silence. Bob had driven the RV to the edge of the Pacific Ocean. He told them that this place was a secret, very private spot. The summer afternoon was beautiful with crystal clear blue skies and very warm air something that was treasured in the Northwest.

There was a mild breeze and protected enough that all the Oberon tribe changed into shorts slathered on sunscreen and lay out on the colorful Indian bedspreads Bob spread out for them. He was now in the kitchen preparing that day’s feast.

Tonight’s dinner would veer away from the past days vegan strictness to south of the border cuisine. [i]Mission style burritos filled with sautéed and spiced onions, zucchini and peppers oozing with cheese, swimming in a home made tomato sauce. His sides were Spanish rice, freshly cooked pinto beans, guacamole and home made tortilla chips.

Bob learned how to make home-style Mexican cooking when he was stationed in Ensenada from Senora Chavez. There would be drinks tonight, Margaritas with or without Patron Tequila. For dessert he thought a classic custard Flan and a rich dark chocolate cake would be a nice touch.

While Bob was busy the tribe attempted to come to grips with Penny’s near murder. “I know I shocked everyone but I promised myself I would tell the truth about this. I am not proud I’ve never confessed this except to my priest. I tried to make up for my horrible plan, although it will never fix what I have done. I have spent a fortune donating to AIDS research and actually through my donations I think we will find an almost cure for the disease. I hope in time to save that man’s life.”

“That’s good.” Elinor said, “I mean we are not your judge and jury. And sometimes we all do things or we will do things in this life we are deeply ashamed of.”

“Right, and that’s why we are on this voyage so as we can become better people.” Steve said. “I hope my story won’t seem so trivial. It’s not about life and death.”

“Or make us hate each other.” Aiden said. “I know I don’t hate you Penny. In fact I am amazed that the intensity of your powers of love drove you to act in such an extreme manner.”

“Thank you, thank you my new friends I am truly grateful.” Penny smiled under the bright blue umbrella as she sat, trying to keep the hot reflective sun off her delicate skin.

“Well, I think we should all touch the waters, don’t you?” Steve rose and ran towards the crashing waves. “And that means you too Penny, it’s time you felt more of the real world. The water will be cold but feel exotically wonderful.”

The gang made their way thru the dunes admiring and commenting on all the different grasses and stunted shrubs that grew in the sand. They turned as one when they heard and then spotted a deer close to them in a thicket. Finally they reached the long expanse of beach and trodded ponderously in the soft sand until the sand hardened near the surf.

They walked and played for a few hours until exhausted and headed back to the RV in the late twilight after watching the sun sink below the never-ending horizon. “Great you guys found your way back just in time for dinner. Go ahead shower quickly and change. We are ready to eat.” Bob smiled at his little tribe now sun kissed and sea sprayed, more at ease with themselves and each other.

Bob had built the bonfire in a designated place clear of vegetation. There was now a picnic table and benches. “Ooh,” and “Aah,” and “How lovely,” escaped from their mouths at the sight of this simple bench festooned with colorful sari scarves and tall Hurricane lamps.

Everyone agreed that the food was “delicioso, muy delicioso,” and after dessert Bob directed the action,” Now ladies and gentlemen, it is time for part deux of our voyage of tales. I will clear this up quickly and then we’ll return to the ship and listen to Steve’s story.”

About a half an hour later everyone was settled comfortably in the cozy RV. “I hope no one minds but I would like to smoke some herb tonight. Steve filled his glass bong and passed it from left to right. “I can’t believe it that you are all going to smoke with me. This is great.”

As the smoke settled Steve began, “Just like each of us, I have a reason for this journey. As you can see I am or look like a hipster with all my tattoos. It’s just that I like to fit in. Right now I work as a doorman at a rock and roll club in the city.”

“See I told you guys he looked a little Rock to me.”

“Well, yes you are right Elinor. I actually was in a big rock band when I was younger. I’ll see if anyone can guess which one later, but right now, you see, I feel that I am at a crossroad in my life. I have a wife and three kids who put up with me but another part of me wants to get away from it all. Like being in the old rock and roll life but not like that really. I mean I only got married because she was pressuring me to settle down but I was always on the road. Plus I was sorta embarrassed about being in the business.”

“What do you mean, embarrassed? Sounds like a great life to me.” Bob sat back and chuckled. “Go ahead and tell us more.”

Steve took another bong hit. “The music business gets all tired and shit. You just end up acting like a trained monkey.”

“But you get hella paid. I don’t mean to sound like an idiot but you should have gotten out of the business if you felt like that.”

“Oh I did that, Aiden. I married Jan, We have beautiful talented kids and I thought I was a happy man until I started smoking more and more pot every day, from morning to night.”

The Oberon’s all laughed except for Steve who stood up gesticulating those tattoos into the air. “Guys, guys, when I smoke pot I get such deep thoughts. I just go off into my own world. I like to study and think. I have been writing a novel. I want to escape from my life. That’s why I’m in such a quandary. It’s like I smoke and I become someone else entirely and that has changed my relationships. Do I leave what I know and love, give up the herb or just go ape shit?”

“Do you mean follow your bliss?”

“Or tune in, turn on, drop out.”

“Well don’t go overboard like I did. Maybe you need a psychic?

“I have to do something. I am tired of being a depressed asshole one moment and the stoned hermit the next. My wife left me six months ago. I am miserable.”

Elinor stood up and faced the group, “Children, friends please listen. I am a psychic. I’ll read his cards, maybe for the last time.”

Elinor

 

[i] Recipe #5

The Final Outcome—Elaine Bonow

The Final Outcome

            “Yes, this is Miss Mina’s The Psychic Reader. How can I help you?”

“I want to make an appointment. You see I’ve never done this before, I mean, call a psychic. What should I do?”

“Oh honey that’s fine. I’ll take care of you. What’s your name? I’m already getting some vibes from you. What is your birthday?”

John gave her the details she needed and planned to go directly to her house. “Damn,” John said to himself. “I never thought I’d need the advice of a fortune teller but I am at the end of my rope with this situation looming and there is no one I can trust at this juncture.”

The psychic’s place of business was on an ordinary street only distinguishable by a neon eye in the window next to the front door. He knocked quietly on the door and heard soft footsteps approaching.

“Hi John, come on in,” Miss Mina said as she welcomed him into her neat house. The table lamps emitted a soft yellow glow. She led him into the living room.

“Here, just sit here in this chair. Don’t look so nervous. I’m not going to hurt you. What I want you to do is to relax. I made some chamomile tea. It’s pure and organic.”

“Thanks, I sure am worried. I mean at thirty years old I thought I’d have my life together by now but everything has been so ha…”

“Shhh, I’ve already got a good idea about you and your destiny. Have you ever had a tarot reading before? No, of course not. You are so young. I know, I know, to you being thirty years old is over the hill but just remember when you were eighteen and you thought the world was a fun and exciting place. It is hard to believe that so much has happened to you since then. Enough talk, let’s get down to business.”

John drank his tea. She had added lemon and honey and it tasted delicious.

“Put both of your feet flat on the floor and relax your shoulders. Breathe deep and close your eyes. I want you to feel like roots are growing from your legs into the ground connecting you to the earth. Breathe in and out.”

Miss Mina didn’t look like he expected, a fortuneteller wrapped in colorful shawls and scarves peering into a crystal ball. She was a short woman of an age and ethnicity he couldn’t figure out. She had a kind face and a sweet smile. The tea must have been working. In the few minutes that had passed he felt relaxed and confident that he was doing the right thing.

“Now John I want you to tell me a little about yourself.”

“Miss Mina there’s nothing exciting to tell. My life was on track until the past few weeks. There has been a lot of secrecy at my work and I’m not sure if I am going to survive. After I graduated from college I was, thank goodness, able to snag a great job in a new company. No one had a business plan like we did.”

“ Yes, I see that now. Close your eyes and concentrate on your problem. Ask a question that you want answered. Think about this carefully and be as specific as you can.”

Miss Mina watched him. He wasn’t very remarkable to look at and she was beginning to see a lot of young men like John. It didn’t take much divining to figure out what he needed in his life. He was a smart kid who had some great potential but needed the confidence to trust in life.

“Open your eyes now John,” as she fanned her tarot deck before him. “Pick out ten cards. Take your time.” As he did Miss Mina placed the cards into a Celtic Cross. “The first card you picked represents you John. We’ll find out about your present state of affairs and go on through the past and future of your question until we reach the final outcome.”

John was half listening. He was thinking about those years ago when he was just a teenager. Life was his oyster. Everyone, his family, his fiends thought he had the most brilliant future ahead of him. He was talented, smart and funny, He knew where he was headed and that was up the ladder of success. He finished his undergraduate studies in two and a half years and his graduate studies by the time he was twenty-two.

“Two of Wands.” Miss Mina said aloud bringing him back to the present. “It seems like you are in the midst of forming a partnership that you might be worried about. You must have strength and vision in order to succeed. But the King of Cups presents you with an obstacle or an advantage. A man, an advisor seems cold and distant.”

“Yes, yes,” John nods. “That must be my boss Thomas Browne. He has been so mysterious so secretive lately and until now has been my biggest ally. He recruited me right out of school. He’s been hinting that he was going to instigate some changes.”

“The King of Swords includes your ideas in this scheme.” Miss Mina talked on and on about the cards and what they represented—pentacles, wands, burdens and challenges, swords, new beginnings. The Death card appeared but she assured me that it signified change and rebirth.

I nodded like I understood what she was talking about even though everything she said became a run on sentence. Finally she finished with a big statement, “Money justly earned through your own sweat and labor will be rewarding beyond mere face value.”

That was something I could understand. It was now dark and raining hard outside the warm house, which lulled me and quieted my thoughts. After I thanked Miss Mina. She gave a short copy of the important points of my reading promising to send me a complete reading in the cards next week.

I remember the day so clearly because everything she told me that day had a way of steering me through the next three decades of my life. Just as she predicted my boss Thomas, had a new business plan based on my ideas. We built a new business. His domineering personality and dedication to working with me his trusted and talented sidekick, built the wildly successful company I am running today.

I thought about this episode in my life, because I am ready to retire and hand the reins over to the younger, smarter generation coming up. I decided to drive by Miss Mina’s house these thirty years later remembering how a scared thirty year old was desperately seeking an answer to his future on that fateful day.

I found the house easily. It looked exactly the same with the neon eye in the window next to the front door, lit just like it was so long ago. I parked my car, walked up to the door and knocked. I heard someone walking up to the door.

“Hello John, I was expecting you,” she said with a smile that had not changed at all. “Come on in. I’ll make you a cup of chamomile tea.”

For you curious readers here is the complete transcript of John Miller’s tarot reading.

Here is your Tarot reading

Current Influences

Your present position. This card reveals influences, and shows the general direction of the reading.

Two of Wands

The II of Wands suggests the formation of partnerships in your immediate future, or the success of already existing joint ventures. You will likely find yourself in a position to reap the rewards of these partnerships, in the form of financial gain or promotion. One the same count, the rewards indicated are those fairly due to you, so this is better news for those in equitable partnerships than those who seek to profit at the expense of others. The presence of this card may also point to underlying insecurity or worry on your part. These feelings may be justified or not, based on the rest of the spread.

Key interpretations:

Achievement, Anxiety, Gain, Goals, Partnership

In this position, the card reveals:

Your success can only be achieved through strength and clear vision.

Obstacles

Immediate Influences. This card reveals the nature of the obstacles immediately before you.

King of Cups

The King of Cups is the worldly and calm projection of authority. Find him in your spread is most likely a reference to someone else who will aid you in achieving your goals. This person may seem unconcerned, even distant, but their motivations are pure. Whatever advice they give will be important to you and should be considered in your own deliberations. If it does refer to you, personally, it shows an inner strength and tightly disciplined control of emotions.

Key interpretations:

Compassionate, Good advice / Helpful ,Integrity, Mature, Authoritative Man, Spouse

In this position, the card reveals:

A powerful new friend or counsel will arrive on the scene to give you advice.

Past Foundations

Recent influences or events in the past from which your current situation has arisen.

King of Swords

The King of Swords represents the professional aspects of authority. Often associated with those in legal or business careers, he most likely represents someone who will aid you in one of these fields. This person may be assertive, or even seek to dominate you in their confidence that they know how best to aid you. While they may be friendly, their primary motivation is unlikely to be emotional.

Key interpretations:

A Mature, authoritative man Assertive Authority Government / Legal Leadership

In this position, the card reveals:

Your strong intellect has given you a collection of good ideas.

Past Events

Reveals a recent influence or event which is coming to an end.

Eight of Cups

The VIII suggests that there is stability and security in your life, but at a personal cost. You are probably unfulfilled by your current life. Depending on the rest of your spread, it may be a strong push for you to move on, and find the courage to strike out in a new direction. You will have to look closely at your work, your relationship, and your own beliefs to identify the source of your ennui, and then decide if you are willing to set aside some of your life’s stability in order to find happiness. Key interpretations: Abandonment Avoiding Changes in lifestyle Leaving / Going Personal development

In this position, the card reveals:

You have been unsure of what direction to take, though you know in your heart you seek change. Remember that when you do not know where you are going, one path is as good as the next.

Goals and Destiny

Shows your desired goals and aims, and reveals the best outcome that can be achieved in your current situation.

Nine of Pentacles

The IX of Pentacles represents significant financial reward, but one borne of hard work and careful planning on your part; a just reward for prudent actions. It may also indicate that a time of hardship for you is ending and a counter-balancing time of pleasant living is at hand. On a less positive note, it also indicates a solitary individual, so you may still be searching for companionship, and lack people to with whom share your gains.

Key interpretations:

Abundance Financial security Opulence Prosperous Wealth

In this position, the card reveals:

An unexpected opportunity, if recognized as such, is going to open the door to a large income for you.

Future

Reveals a new influence that will soon be brought to bear in your life.

Seven of Pentacles

A balanced card by nature the VII suggest you will avoid failure, but fall short of runaway success in an endeavour. Or, equally possible, that you will achieve your goals, but not in the time frame you had hoped for. You will face setbacks, and in order to succeed you will need to take care to avoid becoming too hesitant or timid. Progress may be slow or difficult, but it is possible.

Key interpretations:

Business & Trade Long-term success Occupation Perseverance Wealth

In this position, the card reveals:

A gift of money may come your way through an unexpected source.

The Querant (you)

This card reveals your negative feelings, and provides additional information about how you feel in your present environment..

Ten of Wands

If the X of Wands appears in your spread, you are likely working too hard, or taking on more burdens than you should. It can indicate both excessive workloads in pursuit of your goals, or as a result of attaining them.

Key interpretations:

Burden  Challenges Intense pressure Oppression Overcommitment

In this position, the card reveals:

You have an opportunity to purge yourself of some narrow-minded ideas that have become fixed in you.

Friends and Family

This card shows your influence on the people around you, and their influence on you. It also shows how they fit into your home, work, and surroundings.

Knight of Swords

If you or someone close to you is represented by the Knight of Swords, beware. It is symbolic of a forceful personality, one which combines zealous dedication to success with razor-sharp intellect. However, whether in the form of a companion or your own inner nature, these same attributes can give rise to a formidable enemy. When it refers instead to your circumstances, the Knight suggests you are headed for turbulent times, which can be most successfully faced with decisive action on your part.

Key interpretations:

Conflict Destruction Domineering Loss Unexpected

In this position, the card reveals:

A problem in your life will be solved through the intervention of a friend.

Hopes, Fears, and Ideals

Your inner emotions.

Death

Death is indicative of change in your future. This change can be in almost any aspect of your life, but it will almost certainly be permanent, significant, and absolute. Death suggests a complete severance between the past and the future, and it will likely be painful. Despite the sense of loss that may accompany it, Death fills an important and natural role in life, and leads eventually to acceptance. It is a necessary part of moving forward, and you will find the changes easiest if you embrace them, rather than fight them. Expect the end of a close friendship, a job, a marriage, or even a life, but do not focus too greatly on the negative.

Key interpretations:

End New beginning Loss Dramatic change Destruction

In this position, the card reveals:

Your inner transformation will arise through the impetus of external forces.

The Final Outcome

This card reveals the final outcome to your question. It’s the product of all the other influences shown in this spread.

King of Pentacles

The King of Pentacles embodies the mature and dependable aspects of maturity. Anyone represented by this card is tied to success and status. While it may refer to your own characteristics, the Kings most often stand in for other people in your life who can aid you. You can expect this person to value prudence of intelligence, and, if it represents an event, it may be a financial windfall or promotion.

Key interpretations:

Confident Reliable Security Success Wealth

In this position, the card reveals:

Money justly earned through your own sweat and labor will be rewarding beyond mere face value