Compassionate Tarot Companion – Book Overview

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Compassionate Tarot Companion
Stone Riley
Written in the crisis year 2022.

Divination: Practical advice, theory, memoir, and politics
of it; by an expert with unique skills and experience.

New England, USA has strong traditions of both
liberal democracy and fortunetelling. The author
is both a leading teacher of fortunetelling
there, and a veteran democracy activist;
– plus an essayist, novelist, and poet.

Beautiful Stories of today and ancient times,
taking you deep beneath the surface, and very
far beyond the bounds, of familiar divination
books, connecting today’s Tarot with ancient
Greece, Oriental spirituality, modern science,
worldwide Shamanism, and the universal
freedom of the human mind.

Do you enjoy a good read? Do you have some
interest in psychic phenomena? If so, you’ll
probably like this compact little book.

Numerous illustrations by the author.

Cover painting: “Seeking Wisdom” by Stone Riley


J Is For Jack in Singing
Fish Tarot; equals The
Fool in most decks

Chapter 1: Hello

In America in the late 1970’s thru early 1980’s,
it was the decade i escaped alive from the Army
Medical Corps, escaped alive from a month in Army
Jail, signed up for a leadership role among the
Neo-Pagans, and made a Tarot deck as activist
equipment. I have felt myself to be a
Soldier Of The Lady ever since.

Now grown old, i have become a poet blogger
too, and from that blog these pages are emerging.

It’s all largely in opposition to this brutal
civili­zation we live in, but that opposition
led me to the love of Humankind.

My earliest memory of feeling the fullness
of my love was in a Neo-Pagan introductory
class. Students were asked to list differences
between our religion and the Christianity
around us. I thought and wrote:
“We are pro-human.”

I had been a non-commissioned officer
in the medical corps. I had led my field
ambulance squad into pacifist resistance
against the godawful racist class­ist imperial
war, and the army found a way to kill one of my
guys for it. Of course that was in my mind when
i wrote “We are pro-human.”

In that decade and those since, i’ve created
lots of poems and 3 Tarot decks, much
of it as activist equip­ment.

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Near Shore Of The Universe


I’ve recently begun attending the Central New Hampshire Storytellers Guild and our annual show was yesterday afternoon.

Each member there stood up and storytold for a minimum of seven, and a maximum of ten, minutes, and my contribution is below.

It’s gathered from several places in my new book “Compassionate Tarot Companion”, and it was well received.

~~ Spoken informally to the audience ~~

With your permission:

In recent years I’ve been making story poems instead of prose;
I feel I’m reviving an ancient HEROIC art;
And with narrative verse any rhyme or rhythm may be crucial.

So with your kind permission,
I will read from a very original 6-page script about:
The near shore of the universe.

~~ Reading from my script ~~

Guess what!

I wrote a book about FORTUNETELLING this year.

You know, Fortunetelling: Divination, Psychic Reading, Spirit Mediumship of course, Palm Reading too, and Aura Work; A book about Modern American SHAMANISM.

But of course it’s centered on Tarot Cards, America’s favorite Shaman Equipment, Tarot Cards; A book centered there.

An informative introduction to a very huge universe; And it teaches by telling stories.

Concise little cyclopedia: It’s got three dozen little stories about all that, in just one-and-one-third hundred pages.

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I started work this past spring, with a commercial publisher at first. I’d seen a notice from them seeking manuscripts of the sort, and assembled a sketchy sample, which they liked;

But in the fall they didn’t like the finished piece, so I SELF-PUBLISHED, and just now got the final proof, in time for holiday gifts to friends.

I HAD to publish it. It’s a book I always hoped to write; Been trying to understand this much about this subject since I was a young guy, and there it is.

In case you haven’t guessed; YES, I AM a fortuneteller, ever since an escape from death in my youth, after which I took it up.

And I’ll gladly tell you what it’s like.

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First I’ll ask you this: Do you MEDITATE? Do you have a meditation practice in your life?

Ever since that escape from mortal danger in my youth, I’ve had a kind of Zen Buddhist flavored Yoga practice.

In Zen Meditation, surely yours too, you find a sensation like everything opens around you; You’re in a vast open place where your vision clears.

Your petty thoughts fade; your deep thoughts come clear, and even Time changes when you’re there; And you can move around if you try.

My guess: in Modern Science terms we are experiencing QUANTUM PHYSICS.

Tarot Reading for example, or Aura Work, what do you do? You go out to that vast place, and bring back something useful.

Surely in all forms of Shamanism across the world: THAT is where you go for doing Shaman Work. It’s so common, I think we Humans EVOLVED to walk there.

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As you might guess, the best part is helping people talk with their DEPARTED LOVED ONES. Spirit Mediumship it’s called in our culture; And it is truly magnificent and sublime.

The great novelist Tolstoy said something I think’s true: Tolstoy said: “The only fit subject for art is death.”

Death is in our thoughts from birth. A little infant takes a fright and howls as deeply as Poet Ginsberg howled; howling to stay alive.

Helping someone talk with their so-called-dead: My first time doing that, I was already well advanced in some other branches of the work.

I was good with Tarot Cards especially, and helping people with the Energy Field in and around your body, what America calls your Aura.

And certainly I’d heard Spirit Mediums tell about their work several times; But I had no idea how beautiful it would be.

It happened like this: I had some students.

And one of these, a young lady, telephoned to say a young lady friend of hers had just lost her brother in a CAR CRASH; so would I do some Spirit Medium work?

I said yes, of course, and they came right over, both looking like they’d been weeping for hours.

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Well, I knew enough to get it started.

We went in my small dining room, and sat at my small dining table, where I often did cards; but I’d arranged the drapes for dim light. I led a calming breathing exercise.

So there we sat at the square table, they to my left and right;

And thru her kerchief, thru her sobs and tears, the bereaved told of her beloved brother’s sudden death, with no chance to say goodbye.

And as I closely watched her face, to clearly hear her thoughts, from the corner of my eye beheld something I’d never seen before:

It was like the table’s fourth side went on much farther than it did, into some distant shadows, and it seemed the shadow of someone’s aura sat there.

But then looking at the apparition did not bring it clear.

Still, I knew enough to get things started; I asked if she’d brought a token of her brother; some small object the so-called-dead person often carried, but surely my student had explained.

For from her breast pocket by her heart, the lady took her brother’s Drivers License, with his photo on it, surely in his pocket when he died, and smiling trust to me, she handed that.

I knew what’s next: Pressing that card to my forehead, on the spot called your Sixth Chakra or Third Eye, with my eyes tight shut, I looked again across the table, .. ..

There he sat, clear but rather transparent and far off.

Opening my eyes and handing back the card to her, I still saw him there, a flickering appearance.

And I heard something only I heard;

I heard him say, TO ME: … … “HELLO”.

So I told her how it works: “He is here; he can hear you, and I’ll tell you what he says.”

I would speak for him to her,
Of their undying sibling love;
And she would wipe away her tears.

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Please understand:

This procedure I described has a name: “Spirit Mediumship”.

It’s a Modern American way of talking with the so-called-dead. It began in our New England region, in the middle eighteen-hundreds, striving to be a RELIABLE APPROACH.

Cultures thru the ages around the world have had other ways. Often it will be DREAMS, or trance induced by chants, always skills kept in folklore.

But in Europe, folk traditions were lost in the long-long Religious Wars.

But then the United States was born declaring religious wars ended here, a path New England especially embraced, choosing to replace Received Faith with Experimental Science.

A straightforward conversation at a table! On a NEAR SHORE of the Universe! All sincere comers welcome! Open for anyone to learn and use!

Development of this theory and practice began in the eighteen forties, in this region.

Then you know what really shaped this practice as we usually do it now?

In the spring of 1861 it began: The US. CIVIL WAR, with horrible mass causalities and mass sorrow;

And New England was firm on the Anti-Slavery side; people here not feeling need for religious salvation from slavery’s guilt.

The Civil War: Spirit Mediums of New England quickly stood to duty, connecting countless departed soldiers with their grieving loved ones, in this realm of the Universe!

A simple conversation at a table! On a near shore of the Universe! All sincere comers welcome! In less than half an hour, as we usually do now!

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And me? My first time, which I’ve described, was 1988.

And the war of that time, MY WAR, .. our country’s war in Vietnam; That horror had sharpened MY fear of death to a gleaming point.

But then that day’s brief conversation changed my life. It was beauty I could know is true.

Life DOES NOT end at physical death, IT JUST DOES NOT!!

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How Does Fascism Rise In A Country?

First a large group of people yearn to believe their lives
have meaning.

Then their natural human instinct for village defense
soldiering is aroused by a pitiless lying sadist.

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Who Am I? (Autumn 2022)

Please forgive my absence.

It’s been a month since i published on this blog, because
i’ve been fully occupied with other writing and visual art.
The big thing is my new “Compassionate Tarot Handbook”
together with bits and pieces around getting it published.
But this post is from a smaller project.

New England’s biggest Psychic Fair is next
month and this year i’ve finally rented a table.
I’ll print these on front and back of half a sheet
of heavy paper, and stand them in an attractive
small container labeled “Please Take One”.
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Who am I?

I’m now an old fortuneteller in New England,
USA. But I was born in the USA Racist South,
as one of the Poor White class.

And along the way from there I’ve recalled
ancient lives in the British Isles, which I honor
thru kindness and justice. It’s been an adventurous,
compli­cated, and comforting lifetime.

Countless hours helping peo­ple talk with departed
loved ones, plus my old memories, show this:
Life doesn’t end with physical death, nor does life
start with physical conception or birth.

I think we get all the physical life­times we need
to learn to love. And while here there’s the Deep
Love: Unity with Nature, for here we evolved
among the other beings here; plant, animal,
ele­men­tal, etc. That’s my belief.

But a child­hood in the Racist South? An adventure
in young adulthood took me out of there decisively:

I was of the economic class sent to war, but was a
Medic. It was a Racist War and two great Anti-Racist
healers were killed: ML. King and Malcolm X;
So I spoke for them. That was my war.

Then, wanting work equal to that, but with my
wisdom so far just a speck, I began comforting and
advising people with Tarot cards; So ancient
memories began returning.

As I understand it now, Quantum Physics explains it:
Everything Thinks and, thru all time and space,
Every­thing Touches. They say that’s Science.

Fantasy or Reality? I cannot tell but somehow
I remember this:

In an ancient lamp-lit temple like a cavern:
A vision seen; An oath given; The next lifetime
dedicated to a mission: A mission to go and help
HERE. So I prepared and came here?

Fantasy, Reality or Dream? Does it matter?
I figure: Live as if it’s true.

Because something has guided me. Some­how
I know things I don’t know how I know:
The realities of Magic.

Somehow skills have leaped to my hands, and eyes,
and voice, and mind; Poetry, painting, visioning;
Comforting, reasoning, storytelling.

What are those talents for, if not a means to render
aid in this horrifying age of planetary distress?

What were that challenging child­hood and youth,
if not a curriculum of tests leading toward

But by whatever way I’ve come, I’ll help my fellow
Humans the best I can. And to what greater purpose?

In this age of horror, above all else, of course, somehow
by heaping Mercy on top of Mercy, I hope to help save
our Holy Mother Earth.
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My Town’s History Museum

From my life-long project Riley's Tarots
Here’s an entry from the journal i’m keeping
in the small publicity campaign around my new book.
By the way, my book is called “Compassionate Tarot Handbook”.

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08/27/2022 EVENING:
My rural little New England town has a tiny, lovely History
Museum where a lively little group of miscellaneous enthusiasts
hang out summer Saturday afternoons to chat. .. Everybody
studies something. .. You gotta wait your turn to bring up a
topic unless you jump in quick. .. I pulled The History Of New
England Fortunetelling
out of my book and wedged that in, ..
.. exciting a lot of interest in the topic. .. So next someone’s
Auntie’s Seances jumped in quick, but then someone else knew
more about their Auntie’s Ouija Board. .. That held center stage
until a young lady regaled us with 2 bushels of her First-Hand
Ghost & Fairy Stories;
.. .. Whereupon i topped it up with
my Practical Advice About Fairies. .. .. Most fun i had all
day. .. .. But there’s only 4 Saturdays before The
Meetings Stop For The Winter !!!
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Shamanism And A Psychic Fair

an essay

“Shaman Poster #1”

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I made this educational sheet to hand out free at our
Charity Psychic Fair this Saturday. The essay’s on the front
and your souvenir poster’s on the back. There’s no balloons,
but Beven will be cooking at the food stand. You’re welcome
to stroll among our little tents and chat us up, all for free.
But if you want a reading you must buy a ticket, either
$25 for 15 minutes, or $50 for a half-hour, which,
as such things go, is a low small-town rate.
It’s popular; we have lots of readers
and we draw a big crowd.
It’s part of our rural New England town’s annual fair.
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First, if i may, term­i­nol­ogy: Our culture uses 2 words
for the work done at a psychic fair. – I don’t much like
either one.

“Fortunetelling” is common speech, and i love common
talk, for i love Shakespeare. But the word “fortune”
suggests advis­ing Clients on Money and Luck,
which is a tiny fraction of our work.

“Divination” is more dig­ni­fied but i feel it’s impious,
for it means consulting Divine Be­ings. I ask the Cards
ques­tions; Or i’ll invite Client’s de­parted Loved One to
speak, then report what they say; Or i hear something
Client left unspoken and say that.

So let me replace the words. Let me say Readers and
Clients together practice our cul­ture’s favorite kind
of “Shamanism”.

I’ve studied this for years.

“Shamanism” is a scientific word from Anthropology,
and the Anthropologists define it broadly, including
certain practices in all the varied Human cultures.
What we do qualifies for inclusion.

For one thing, Sha­manism typically involves healing of
some kind. We heal broken hearts and broken lives.

Also: Some Clients ask how to find the right physician,
or how to live well with a terrible disease, and that’s in
our purview too.

But our DEEP likeness to the worldwide Shamanism
of Anthro­pology is this: We work in the realm of
Human Instinct.

Ancient ancestors gave us a treasure chest of instincts.
Our joy in natural gardening is theirs. How to parent,
how to teach, village-defense sol­diering, crea­ting and
beholding art, a world of rich Human instincts.

So it is with Psychic Arts.

For a moment accept Quan­tum Physics: You’re connec­ted
with everything. How would that look in your mind? It’s
the realm of Psychic Arts and we Hu­mans evolved to
walk there.

Now let’s ask Anthropology: What’s the deep worldwide
uni­ver­sal feature of Shamanism?

This: ..
You go out there and bring back something useful.

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Description From Its Main Page – Singing Fish Tarot

Heading Of The Singing Fish Main Page

Dear Reader Note:
I am an old Engineer, and this is pretty much a
discussion of making an advanced-design Tarot.

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