Every year I try to do something for Samhain. I like to give people a chance to play around with something they might not be familiar with. I’m a divination junkie. I have yet to meet a system that I didn’t enjoy.
This year I hosted Drunken Divination at my new house. Before you stress about divining for the inebriated, dinner was served as well. I assure you, no one was too far in their cups to participate.
Invites went out about a month in advance and read something like this
“Step into my parlor as the veil thins and see what the future holds…
Or just come and hang out and talk
Bring your favorite form of divination to share or pick through mine. Read for yourself or have your fortune read by another guest.”
I ended up with 13 guests. How perfect is that?
The new house lent itself well to a multitude of stations for divination night.
There was fire scrying in the back yard.
Junk Drawer Oracles
Tarot and Playing Cards
A Collection of Miscellaneous items.
An ancestors altar.
It took a bit of conversation and cocktails to get the ball rolling, but then it really took off. I couldn’t have asked for a better night. I got to introduce people to things they hadn’t heard of. We had talks about the validity of newer interpretations of cards and the trend to just use the images on the cards, learned how many tea leaves give the best reading (I swear I saw Pooh with her balloon), found out that the dice were just as unforgiving in the living room as they were in the dining room, and tried out some new tarot spreads.
The only station that didn’t get used was the libanomancy one on the porch. It was too damn cold!