After our carousel ride we drove into the next town, Clarence. The old motel we stayed at, ASA Ransom House, used to be the home of the founding father of Clarence and his family. The people had restored it and added on to it so it was quite a large, but still olde worlde charming, boarding house. Everyone was treated like royalty there. We could not believe the rooms!
Old fashioned luxury at an affordabe price
We were even given a cheese and fruit platter to welcome us.
Remains of the old stone walls and bridge of an old railway in the hotel grounds.
Casting the Stones
Long before the Tarot became synonymous with fortune telling, Gypsies used the natural world around them to help them see into the troubled hearts of those who came seeking knowledge and guidance.
River stones, gems, crystals, sticks, needles and bones were often used by the dunkerer [dukkerer] or palm reader.
I love using my own set of river stones that I personally hand picked and charged with healing energy.
When I read, I'm not so much telling a fortune, as looking into the heart of the energy surrounding the person I'm reading for. I believe this gives a more accurate insight into what is at the heart of a problem or situation and can provide real, down to earth ways of helping people deal with what life sometimes throws at them.
Casting the stones is something I love and I hope to continue with my readings for as long as life will allow.
Láshi Baxt Me Zhav Tute
(May Good Luck from me go with you)
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