Weekly Tarot for June 12 – 18, 2017

20170610_125406-1How are we all faring after the Full Moon? For some I know it was a harder moon than others. For some, it was an energizing event and yet others got the clarity they were seeking. This week we may have a few challenges shaking off what we went through this weekend. That’s okay, just remember we will always have ups and downs and we can always get through them if we try.


The Seven of Cups – Hmm, some would say, we are focusing too much on our dreams instead of the harsh reality that awaits us.  However, that being said in all the manifestation and positive energy work we are told to do that exact thing. We are told that in order to attract the positive that we must believe in the positive. Now, “I’m not saying that you should check out of your reality and embrace escapism. However, you should embrace and understand both if possible. Understand the reality of your situation and look at the future you envision. If the future you see something that you can obtain and if so what will it take to get there?

When I look at this, it feels more like accept what you must, but change what you can. Our reality is an every change concept of the time we live in. One small action can have a long term rippling of consequences. So instead of living in fear figure out a plan to make the changes, you can. The things we have to live and can’t change we must look and analyze and reframe. Change your focus and find your way past the dark.


Five of Wands – Face those who are rushing in. This is once again about facing your reality. There are certain things we can’t change and well the ones that challenge us can be defeated with logic and reason in some cases. So before heading into battle weigh your options. It is best to say what needs to be said and try to negotiate. Rushing in may just waste energy and time and nothing will resolve. By being open and forthright you will be able to resolve your dilemma.


Two of Swords – This week we need to find balance.  The person that we thought might be coming for us might actually be the one to help. Help is something that many will need this week, so take a hand if it is offered and if someone else is needing that tether make sure you pay it forward and offer to be that hand or shoulder someone needs.


Three of Cups – Celebrate and plan you made it through and now you can see a future that might actually have you doing something that you’re passionate about. Discuss with like-minded people your ideas and see if there is a need or an audience for your work. more important than that is enjoy the others that you surround yourself with. They are truly a gift.

Resting on the Seven of Cups and the Five of Wands. As you sit down to discuss and celebrate don’t neglect the truth that was your reality, you might suddenly discover that you have more than a little in common with others.  In fact, your past might actually help someone’s current reality.


The Emperor – Sits in judgment of all others.  Keep in mind while he may be judging and looking angry it isn’t stopping anyone from doing what they want too. So, this week if you find someone judging you or you are judging someone. Realize that the opinion of yourself or of others is just that an opinion. It only means something if someone values it. If there is no value then you are just wasting time or they are. Enjoy life and quit worrying so much about others.

Resting on the Five of Wands and The Two of Swords. The battles in the past don’t matter. Look at what you’ve gained now. Realize that you can just others based on your past experiences because while some may seem like another version of someone they may not be. If they are then you have to take a moment and look inside and see why you are attracted to this type of person.


The World – Transformation. Shedding the past and starting a new. We’ve been having new beginnings coming up almost every week lately and while we may have had some small steps in making changes there are still more to come. Embrace the changes and truly look at what you want your life to become and bring it to reality. Understand it will take time but know that when you look back years from now it will seem like it happened so quickly almost in a blink of an eye.

Best Advice – Look at your life objectively in every sense, from People to things to your job. Make amends and offer help or accept help. You’re going to discover there are more who will help in your life if you just stop with the judgment. Free yourself of the past and past hurts. Heal and embrace the transformation.

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© 2017 copyright D.M. Needom, Readings by Dauna and ReadingsbyDauna@aol.com all rights reserved. Except for the shared image. Image from the Black Cats Tarot Deck. I use the deck but I do not own any of the images that are shared of the deck. All credit for the deck goes to the creator of the Black Cats Tarot, Maria Kurara.


New Moon Reading for August 2, 2016

20160531_191347.jpgNew Moon Reading for August 2, 2016

Are You On The Right Path?

seven of swords

One thing readers don’t like to do is read their own cards. It isn’t that we can’t, it’s just sometimes we don’t truly read what is being said. We seek outside validation.
 When I lived in New Orleans, I’d go to Jackson Square to get my cards read. The Reader, I don’t recall her name read with the Motherpeace Deck. (Side note this deck is interesting as it is circular instead of the standard square.) I would go to her and the seven of swords kept coming up and it was always lying on its side. I had moved back to NOLA about six months before my first reading with her and she tells me, I not on the right path that I’m doing something wrong. I went back two more times before I decided to move to Chicago and it came up the same way every time.
I thought NOLA was the place to be. I was in college and working on getting an acting career started, so I couldn’t figure out what was out of place. I had left Chicago to come back home and pursue my dreams. There were many opportunities so I thought in NOLA .
There was a famous psychic who was taking callers at the local radio station and I called in. When I asked her about my career she stated it would be based out of Chicago, Los Angeles and New York.  I remember getting off the phone and saying aloud there was no way in Hell I was going to come back to Chicago.
Approximately a month after this call, I had the opportunity to take a trip to Chicago and I did. During that trip, I decided to move back. I went back to NOLA and as I packed up my belongings I decided to have one final reading and the Sever of Swords had rectified itself. She told me I was on the right path and wished me well.  Within a week I was living back in the Windy City or at least the Burbs.
Just because you believe you are on the right path there are times when we will realize a change of direction is actually just what we need.
There will be a few tales like this that I will share as well. Feel free to comment if you’ve shared a similar experience.
Except for the shared image. Image from my MotherpeaceTarot Deck. I use the deck but I do not own any of the images that are shared of the deck. All credit for the deck goes to the creator of the Motherpeace Tarot, Karen Vogel.

A Little Food for Thought (Value)


Over the last few weeks as I’ve spoken to others there has been a reoccurring theme dealing with self-value or self-worth. You may not think that this is a big deal unless you know someone or you yourself have issues with your self-esteem. Some, but not all with this issue will say I’m sorry way too often. Others take this to mean that the words don’t hold meaning, as they are said so often, however, that isn’t the truth. The truth is that the person is genuinely sorry. They have taken on the blame and responsibility for others that no matter who’s to blame when something goes wrong they feel it is their fault.

Someone post a cartoon earlier this week that said to use the words Thank you instead of I’m sorry and in some cases that might work. Showing your gratitude about someone spending time with you instead of feeling like you’ve imposed on them is certainly a great way to re-frame the situation for all concerned. However, it doesn’t work in all cases. This still doesn’t get to the root of why the person says Sorry, it just kind of glosses over it. So while they put on a smile and say thank you, you have to wonder what is really going on in the persons head. Are they just putting on a false front, a mask per say because they know you can’t stand them saying sorry.

How about this instead? How about asking them why they say it? Ask them why they feel that way? By taking time to pose a few questions you may open a dialogue that will help them change. By making them realize that things aren’t always there fault they can learn to only take responsibility for themselves and not the world.

Think of this if you can open a dialogue or at least get them thinking maybe they can then go back and see where these feelings originated from; where they began to take the blame. In most cases it stems from a past event and unfortunately it is most likely from when they were a child. It could’ve been what some would consider a small thing. It could be something major or it could be something that was a reoccurring theme. The person or persons that caused them to feel this way could be a whole cast of characters from loved ones to a bully, no matter who it was it is something that still makes those feelings come to the surface.
In most cases it’s because they haven’t been willing to look at where those feeling comes from. Going within for answers is one of the hardest things, because you may discover things long buried and hidden. A great image to think of is from The Empire Strikes Back and Luke goes into the cave and finds himself confronting Vader only to see his own face looking back at him under the mask.
In our society we don’t deal with feelings in most cases we medicate in numerous different ways to avoid doing the work; an escape from a day, the week or even the past, something to truly numb us. No one really wants to deal with the ugliness that might be lurking inside.

Truth is that if we look at the darkness and work through it, we can embrace the light much better. As an adult we can look back at the people who wronged us and forgive. Re-frame their actions as well as ours. I’m not talking about rewriting history; I’m speaking of taking all the pieces of the puzzle and looking closely, looking for clues or patterns. Seeking a release from the past hurts and sadness. Letting go and cleansing our soul. By letting go of the responsibility of others actions in the past and truly seeing that none of it was our fault we can release and cut the cord to that burden.

So how does this tie into self-worth? So, there is another characteristic of the person that may not have the best idea of their worth and that is the people pleaser. They are always willing to help no matter what. Their friends many consider them Convenient as they know they will always be there no matter what. Truth is part of the reason they are a people pleaser is because they are always looking for outside validation. They want to please because they are complimented or told how wonderful they are for doing this. (Please don’t take this to mean that all acts of kindness are done for this reason. Even the people pleaser does truly want to help. It is just that there is a little something extra in it for them.)

I’m sure at this point, if you still reading you are wondering where all this is leading, well it is simple. A person that questions their value is normally seeking it outside themselves. Whether it be through praise or some status symbol. The truth is our Self Worth should come from no one else but us. At times it’s hard when you are still stuck in the, I’m sorry mode because you can’t get out of your own head. The negative tapes that have played for so long aren’t easy to erase and yes very much like any other addiction they can come back playing their golden oldie, Negative Self Talk. But by taking time and sorting through the muck you can get past it. You can see your positives emerge. Even better you aren’t self-sabotaging by giving others the power to make you feel less than you are. You’re owning you, all parts and you know your worth.

© 2016 copyright D.M. Needom, Readings by Dauna and ReadingsbyDauna@aol.com all rights reserved. Except for the shared image.


At the Core

Recently things have come to my attention which have made me reflect. Things that I’ve held near and dear but I guess in one way or another have ended up holding me back. If I think back to the girl I was at twenty two when I met my first husband I see the fear that she clearer based her choices on. The fear didn’t start there though the fear started with my mother. The person who made threats that she would never carry out. She would threaten me that she was going to send me to live with my Dad if I acted out when they were separated. I would beg and plead not too. The truth was she never intended to send me to him, if she did she would lose money. The threat though seemed real enough to the ten year old girl.

I remember my mother wanted me to go to Aurora Gardens Academy for fifth grade. I was okay with this until I met with the principal and owners of the school the day of my entrance exam. I didn’t like them so I flunked my test. We hadn’t moved in with my Grandparents yet but we were preparing. After the test we were brought into the principal’s office and they proceeded to tell my mother that I was going to have to repeat fourth grade again.  My mother was livid and gave them a piece of her mind. There was no way her little girl was going to repeat a grade. After all my last school had wanted to promote me to fourth when I was just starting third. (She didn’t do it for fear I would be to young when I graduated.)

My Mom went on and on about the test and the school and asked me how could I do so badly? After a few hours, I finally told her I deliberately failed it because I didn’t want to go there. This wasn’t a good idea. Even when my mother and Dad had fought I had never witnessed her behave like this. She began to yell asking why I just didn’t tell her I didn’t want to go there. (Honestly, the rule back then was a child should be seen and not heard. My opinion didn’t matter.) I explain that I thought if I had told her she would’ve been mad at me. That was it. Those words were all that needed to be said for her anger to be unleashed.

My mother beat me. This wasn’t a spanking. She hit me over and over again it didn’t matter that I was crying. She made threats as she slapped me over and over. Leaving me at the end of the hall crying in a ball as she called one of our friends to come and get me. She came and grabbed me and said that Ms. Mary was coming to get me before she killed me. I don’t remember much after that about that night. I remember when she picked me up the next day she was distant.

When my parents split we eventually moved in with my Grandparents, nothing surprising there.  For me though my world changed drastically I went from being spoiled with my own bedroom, playroom and giant shed that held more childhood wonders to sleeping on the couch at my grandparents while my mother claimed my full size bed. (I couldn’t sleep with her because I kicked.) All of my toys were packed in boxes and some I would never see again. Same with the school that I had gone to for four years. (My mother lied and said it closed down) So all of my friends were gone as well. I was suddenly left with no real normalcy. (Boohoo, some would say and I don’t disagree for there are many people who have had it worse.) For me though all the stability I once had was suddenly gone.

Dad wasn’t there on his days off from the firehouse. If I was lucky I would see him one day every other weekend. My grandfather Earl wasn’t a very warm and fuzzy kind of man. He was a sportsman of sorts who loved hunting and fishing but most of all the bar.  My Grandmother was a working woman who found joy in playing bingo at the VFW hall on Wednesday. My mom, well she was there but she was trying to find her own way.

So since I failed to get into Aurora Gardens I ended up at Terrytown Academy.  (Looking back I wish I would’ve not failed that test. However, this is all part of my path.) When you are young and your life is turned upside down it is not uncommon to act out which is just what I did. My fifth grade teacher was also my bus driver, Ms. Laine.  (She taught every subject except history. We had another teacher come in to teach that.) She prided herself on being a drill Sargent and disciplinarian. This woman would change my life.

Early in the school year, I had gotten two demerits which had me in trouble with my mom. When the third one came around I didn’t want my mom to find out. I didn’t want her mad at me. So I took it upon myself to forge her signature. I did it so poorly, I didn’t sign it with the name she would sign it with. So add insult to injury I get called out by Ms. Laine. She asked me if my mother signed. I decided to double down. I lied sort of, I told her that my mother asked me to sign it as she wasn’t feeling good. Little did I know that Ms. Laine had already spoken to my mother. My reward for my miss deed was detention after school for the rest of the year. Needless to say I had disappointed my mother once again and would hear about it. Thank goodness we were with my grandparents by then so no beating this time.

Sylvia (After I got away from her grasp, I’ve preferred to call her Sylvia. She doesn’t deserve my respect.) She and I would tie it up a few more times that year. On more than one occasion for punishment I was sent home to write my multiplication tables zero through twelve, fifty times each.  In the long run it helped me learn them but at the time.

Something that still haunts me to this day is the day I came to school late because of a doctor’s appointment. When I opened the door of the classroom there was a line of all my classmates from my desk to the trash can. Sylvia was at my desk going through it and throwing my things away. The kids were laughing and doing what they were told. I was mortified and ran to my desk to make her stop. There was my Star Wars stuff in there. There were things I had no other place to keep them. She didn’t care she just relished throwing my stuff away.

It wasn’t until I was sitting here writing this that I could really put this event into perspective. Here, I was roughly ten years old. Everything I owned was packed away. I didn’t have a place of my own something I had in abundance at one time. I wouldn’t have that space of my own again for a long time. So much is explained about my life now. Maybe this is why I am okay with all the boxes and not knowing where things are. I know that they are there and no one has thrown them out. This is why when people have offered to help me clean up I don’t let them. How can they value what something means to me? Sylvia certainly couldn’t and didn’t.

I digress, two more things would happen as the school year came to a close. The day that would change my life, May 3rd 1978, I went to school and it was raining. The raining led to a flood not unusual in New Orleans except we were getting two inches per hour. After a few hours they decide to have an early release. Parents came and got there kids. As the hours passed the water started to creep into the classroom but never a lot. By ten that night there was only myself another little boy from a different grade and Sylvia left. The rain had slowed and a school bus came and took the three of us to Sylvia’s for the night.

The water had receded for the most part by morning. The boy left first. So I was left with my worst nightmare come true. Being stuck with Sylvia by myself. When my mother finally arrived I was ready to go but my mom had other ideas. She wanted to help Sylvia out since she let me stay. So we took her to her car which was looking like it was ready to go into the canal. It would be deemed a total loss. While Sylvia lost her car she gained a friend which seemed few and far between.  I don’t fault my Mom as she was doing the right thing and well in all honesty she didn’t have many friends either.

The second event which really makes me question my mother’s actions was the day of our graduation/non graduation ceremony. Sylvia decided to give us all jackass trophies. A gold back end of a donkey transfixed on a slab of marble. It was a reward to point out our flaws. How nice. When she got to me she said; “I wasn’t sure whether to give you Messy or Sloppy.” Sloppy won out. I have to ask what kind of teacher does this. Most kids I’m sure made it out of her class unscathed I wasn’t so lucky.  Maybe that is because she would be a thorn in my side until the summer between my sophomore and junior years.

(Yesterday, was the 37th anniversary of the May 3rd Flood.)

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Some facts on the flood

Why Do We Write?

Why do we write? A simple question but one that has many answers.

I guess the first reason would be to express our thoughts and views. To be able to lay your thoughts on paper. It can be very freeing and empowering. So, that is a great reason to write.

Communication: This is another facet as well but this ties in with a big reason why most people write and that is to engage others. As a writer you hope, you can share a story whether it be fact or fiction and get a reaction. You want your reader to feel to have the characters stay with them for days. You get a warm fuzzy knowing you may have made someone feel something or helped them learn something.

The thing I’ve noticed whether it be a blog or a friend who is a published Author, we are all seeking feedback. We want to know that the words we put to paper did hold some meaning. Did we create the story or the characters just right? But the writer will never know if they log into their blog or check their Amazon page and there is nothing.

A writer is an entertainer in most case. For me when I write a fictional story, I’m living in the moment just like a truly gifted actor does. I feel what my character feel. I think like they do. Imagine getting up on a Broadway Stage and you pour your heart and soul out for this one role. It’s a role of a lifetime, yet as the curtain closes and reopens there is nothing. Not one single clap. It would be as if you were still doing rehearsals on opening night. It would be heartbreaking.

I know this is a new blog.  I’m not seeking accolades. This is more in general, that people who run the risk of laying themselves bare on the pages of a blog or a book wouldn’t mind a little feedback. We all have intentions of doing it and something comes up. Just remember if you read something and it inspires you or touches you emotionally than know that the person who wrote it has shared that with you and they might appreciate your feedback or a review.

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What is Your Intention?

We see this on television and in the movies. The boyfriend comes to the girlfriend’s house and the father asks, “What are your intentions with my daughter?” A fair question but imagine for a moment if we approached every relationship with a similar question. Of course, intentions change as we do but I think it is an interesting thought.

I once had a friend who told me an acquaintance of mine had an offer for me to go and see my fave band for my Birthday.  My first thought was what did this acquaintance want. The answer was she had tickets for two dates and my friend could only go to one.  Simple enough, right?

Truth was there was some serious life lessons I needed from this acquaintance and her world. Maybe it was Karma, maybe it was just me growing up. No matter, the original thought must have been something deep in my soul which knew this friendship was more than the normal or average friendship. This would be a friendship to change my life. The intention though through out was about being friends, which can encompass so much.

Let’s look at a different side of intention. The above spoke about what another might want from us but what if we think about what we might from someone. I think most of us try to participate in our world with the best of intentions but like everything they may not happen as we like. In daily life our intention to complete a task or go somewhere might be put off because life gets in the way. In relationships intentions can miss the mark because after we are all human. Let’s explore a little of the relationship aspect.

We may meet someone who we are so attracted to that we think they are the end all be all. They will make our world perfect but that is our intention, some may even say a fantasy. For the other party this might have been just a passing fancy which they have never thought about again.  Could be we never shared out intention with the other. Could be it was never reciprocated from the other party. While we might not have had our intentions met we may have enjoyed the ride.

Then you may find someone who you feel will meet those intentions. They will create a persona which will play on your needs at first. They will tell you everything you need to hear and even treat you like no one ever has.  So your intention is love and they say so is theirs. So you commit to each other only to discover once the commitment is made that they value you as a piece of meat or a possession. Something they own. Once ownership is established they begin to play on your insecurities and self-worth.  Looking back you know you were warned but you only saw Dr Jekyll and miss Mr. Hyde completely because your intention was all about Love.

So now you’re forced to change you’re intentions. You’re in a situation where you can choose to be stuck with Mr. Hyde and possibly get to a point where they have driven your self-esteem so far down that the only way out is for you to end the game. Here comes the fork in the road. Do you take yourself out by ending it all or do you walk away. Either way your intention is to be free. The strong walk away and see where life will take them. The other, well their intention may not come to fruition quickly but it is now their life mission. I know both outcomes well.

So in a love relationship your intention is to be loved and give love in return. Simple right, it can be but somehow in most cases our intentions get muddled and lost somewhere along the line. All is not lost if we take the time and make clear intentions again and work through things. Being clear about our needs especially when we’re part of a couple makes things go so much smoother than not speaking up. I know this is rather a simplistic take but this blog post would be much longer if I delved deeper.


On a side note I have to say its funny how our intentions change. Just this morning when I started think about writing about intentions it had nothing to do with relationships. This morning on the car ride in it was all about the power of intention so I guess now that will be a topic for another time.

Blood Moon on April 15, 2014 taken from my deck.

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