Curious Situations with Curious People.

So. You know how sometimes I get premonitions of stuff, but then I'm worried about self forfilling prophecy? Yeahhhhh. That thing has been going on.

Got a Big Giant Head message, loud and intrusive. And I've been sort of just hanging around waiting for my part in it. It's one of the things distracting me right now.

Also, You know that thing where we manifest exactly what we ask for? That's been happening. I'm finding myself in new and curious situations with new and curious people, and I've been casually reviewing HOW DID I GET HERE? and the WHAT HAVE WE COME TOGETHER TO DO? I'm enjoying the ride, allowing it all to follow the path. Because clearly we have come together for a reason!  It's making my datebook a scribbly mess though. Hehe.

I'm pretty trusting in the Universal Flow.

Did a fantastic Psychic-Lori-Medium thing today, in office. I had been finding it REALLY difficult to do those in the office. But today, the client was totally focused (and had a really strong pull with who he wanted... a really strong connection already.) and before hand I had done some "LET'S MAKE THIS HAPPEN!" requests with my guides.

I'm really pleased. I always have that moment though, when I think "Is the client pleased? Was it good for them?"

Anyway. There's the update.

Lori-Grace

New Tarot Decks Arrive!

So. I got my NEW Druid Craft Tarot deck. CRAZY how delicious they are to shuffle, compared to the old set. Also, though, another deck.. The Wildwood Tarot. So so so amazingly gorgeous. I want to live there, in those cards, and that's precisely what I do when I'm studing a new deck. I want to dive right in.

They are delightfully primitive, they feel a step deeper than the Druidcraft Tarot. There will be time to get lost in them. But that time isn't quiet yet. I imagine it will be 6 months or so before I'll actually be able to start using them for clients.

Right now, I'm working on manifesting all the Abundance. I've got tarot functions that I'm volunteering for fundraisers, I've got a script I need to get busy memorizing, and the Universe has been giving me so many curious things to taste, I imagine it will be winter before I get to dream along with these lovelies.

Anyway. Thought I would write a quickie to express my absolute joy in having these in hand.

Lori-Grace

October Psychic Tarot Reading Availability

Individual readings and Party readings available!!!!
Just a note: In office and Team Reds office are up a flight of stairs with no elevator. If you have mobility issues, please contact so we can make other arrangements.
Email me for bookings!

Phone readings can be done just about any evening of the week, as long as you've connected with me and I'm expecting the call! (See call button on the side of my blog to book an appointment.)


Monday, October 20th: IN person reads in office: 12pm, 2pm
Thursday, October 23rd: In person reads in office: 10:30am
Friday, October 24th: In person reads in office: 10am

Saturday, October 25th: In person readings available at Team Reds Thrift Store on Balm Beach Road. Appts available:  10:30, 11, 11:30, 12:30, 1, 1:30.

Sunday, October 26th: Booked for We Are The Villagers fundraiser.

Monday, October 27th: In person reads In Office: 12pm, 1pm, 2pm, 3pm
Thursday, October 30th: In person reads In Office: 9am, 10am, 1pm, 2pm
Friday, October 31st:  In person reads In Office: 10am, 11am, 1pm, 2pm
Sunday, November 2nd: Home Party Availability  - Max 6 people, Midland area.

In The Mouth of a Scream. (sometimes I write.)

The wind howled through the Screaming Heads mouths, and as her arms fell so did the air around them.

She had danced a circle from within the skeleton of a metal dome, she pressed herself up next to the earth in the shadow of a fang. The Horsemen gave her their names and positions and surrounded her called corners , keeping danger out, and keeping her inside.

When the man arrived, draped in black long coat and hiding behind a beaked metal eye mask, she was not surprised. His touch was all over this place, and she knew his mind already. His physical being was new however, and she took his form in with her eyes, with the same sense of knowing as he had for her.

He knew how long she had been here. He knew where she had stepped, where she had stopped to admire his work, where she had spoken to ghosts, where she had whipped up strength and where she had made herself vulnerable.
He knew where she slept in the corners and crevices of his land, where she made fires to dance around.
He knew how she woke with chipmunks curled into the corners and crevices of her body, and with spiders in her hair.

It had taken days for him to decide to come for her.

She sat in a stone circle, and stood to meet him. No words were spoken, and no outward smiles were necessary. There, came a knowing between them.

His mouth moved under the mask to say, "Witch, will you come into the castle."

And as her arms fell, the Screaming Heads went quiet, to hear her say, "Yes."


The sky darkened quickly as he led her up and down the paths worn in grass to his castle. The rain began. Across the river on the barge, up the hills past the web, the Horsemen watched their ascent in silence.

Her slippered feet left wet prints on his stony floors. He led her up and up to the highest turret room. A small room, with a mattress on the floor under many pillows and coloured blankets. Books stacked in corners, half melted tapered candles balanced in their own wax on the large windowsill that opened out onto the properties assorted sharp fangs and reaching hands.

He removed his boots.
She kicked off her slippers.
He removed his long coat and hung it carefully on a hook on a wooden door.
She lifted her dress over her head and heedlessly tossed it to the floor.
They buried themselves in the nest of scratchy wools and soft linens, urging the storm to pass.

Eventually, both of their masks came undone.

Standing in the Mouth of a Scream.

Screaming Heads, Midlothian Castle and Gallery, Burks Falls Ontario

We went here, and it was fantastic. The weather was warm and super sunny, and the trees were all-the-colours.

I'd like to visit again when it's dark, moody, and without the children. Holy magic in this place. It was all I could do to stop myself from casting circle and doing dances within. (I still danced. Don't doubt it for a minute. But didn't allow myself a deep trance state. Oh mama.)

When I crawled in bed that eve, I dreamed myself there. I spent a lot of time among the heads, the riders, the claws. We chatted (although some were VERY very silent.) And I talked to a man that wandered the property. It turned from day to night and from one season to the next. I was wearing a poetically impractical dress, and wrote madly in a book I carried. I slept in corners and crevaces, I danced around a fire, I woke with chipmunks curled into every corner of me, and spiders in my hair.

I wanted IN there. Be naked and be reborn.

Art Sculpture - BIG rusted coggy wheels of life and dream catcher pieces. They reminded me to be still. 

I am 5 feet tall. Standing in the mouth of a Scream. All the poetry is here. I might have to rent a room somewhere in Burks Falls for a week, and just haunt the grounds of this place, writing poetry. Wearing an impractical dress.

Lori-Grace

More Info?? Here's the Artists website:  http://www.mmage.com/screamingheads/main.htm

P.S. And then listen to THIS. Because it's just where I happen to be today, while writing this.

October 3 Phone In Friday.

Phone in Fridays!
However, I may or may not have an in person reading this morning. I met a lady at the Thrift Store, and we set a sort-of appointment. *Cackle* I don't do that often, but that's how it landed. "Um, contact me on Friday, to see if I have the cash."

Sometimes this happens.

However, I need to also check my phones to make sure they are all charged up and ready to go! I'll be reading as long as I can, so feel free to get in the phone line up by clicking the grey call button, to be next to talk to me, as soon as I log on or after I'm finished with the next caller in line!

It will say "AWAY, Arrange a Call" or "Busy"