Welcome to the Silent Woods

The Silent Woods are part of the saga of the haunted farm. The eerie quality of the woods both alluring and sinister. I think they represent the development of an oracle deck quite nicely. They "speak" in their silence in much the same way a good deck does. They cause one to pause and contemplate direction. The Journey Deck is a personal deck and as such its development is a personal endeavor. It is not really a venture to produce and publish a deck. Simply a way of celebrating a history that includes some quite unique and interesting aspects. I mean when you grow up on a haunted farm...there's just a whole lot of stuff that happens in life...and as a woman of "age" I think it is a wonderful way to pass down family history and leave a "mark" so to speak.

Sunday, November 23, 2014

The Music Box

So today I want to tell the story of the music box card.  The picture above isn't a picture of the actual music box but it is almost identical.  The story of the music box happened long after I moved away from the haunted farm and the silent woods.
It was March in the year of  1993 just a couple months after my sister, Connie passed away quite unexpectedly. My niece Christy was getting married and I had stepped in to try and help with things, as her mother would have, One of the things I planned was the rehearsal dinner in the basement of the church.
I had gotten home, tired but satisfied that the dinner had been nice. I was walking around my bedroom preparing for bed while my husband was in the living room. I was thinking that I was pleased with how things went when suddenly I chastened myself because I was feeling good about things while my sister had not been around to enjoy the moments of her daughters wedding rehearsal.
 As I am thinking this I reach my hand up and switch off the bedroom light. Immediately I hear a sort of twisting or winding sound and as I stand puzzled, I reach for the light switch. As I turn the light on the music begins to play from the jewelry box/music box on my dresser.
I walked over to examine it and as I touched it, it stopped playing. I picked it up, puzzled and turned the knob on the back. Yes the same "winding" noise I had heard only minutes earlier. I knew that it was a message, a message from my sister, saying that it was "ok" to be happy about the evening. I told my husband what had happened and then calmly went to bed, which is not like me at all. I'm usually jumpy around things of this sort. Yet I knew I had nothing to fear.
The next day I tried to experiment with different things to see if I could "make" the same thing happen again. The music box stating to play. I set the door of the box slightly ajar as I walked across the room. I pulled the drawer out. I walked softly. I stomped across the floor. Nothing recreated the music and most definitely nothing could recreate the fact that the box had to wind itself up before it could play the music.
The music box cards represents messages, reassurance and comfort.

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