I use total strangers as oracles just like I would use the Yellow Book as an oracle. Any warm body will do. I tempt people to oracular behavior by asking them personal questions. Using the I Ching for an insufferably long time as an oracle taught me how to ask questions of the heart. That's what seems to disgruntle the impostors who use other people's experiences as if their own. They hate my questions because the implications contained in the answers of those question's go beyond their ability to shut them out. They never ask questions of anybody themselves. Just give haughty advice based on stuff they read engraved on paper and parchment, and watch dumb-foundedly in the broadcast media.
At first, if I wrote down a question and the tossed the coins to get a randomly chosen response from the sixty-four Hexagrams, each with their own six lines, I'd sometime get a response for the real question I had on my mind rather than the one I was consciously deluding myself with. Eventually I learned to discern what my real question was before I approached the oracle out of a sense of personal pride. Finding out what I really wanted to know in order to resolve subjective issues could be embarrassing because it was often proverbially hidden on the tip of my tongue.
Many times I didn't know what the question would turn out to be until I wrote it down or semi-consciously uttered it as if some inept, distasteful afterthought. Such is not always resolved with a "Eureka!!" moment, but unnoticeably slipped into the past as a wasted opportunity. I bear shame.
I studied hypnosis from when I was twenty-four years old. I didn't really know why I signed up for those first night classes. I went to many more classes and seminars over the coming years. As far as I was concerned my understanding of hypnosis was to be used as a tool for seducing potential sex partners. It didn't turn out that way. I wuz tricked into acquiring ethics and morals. The bane of my ex-is-tense.
The thing about hypnotizing people is that the only way to ken what they're experiencing in their trance state was to observe how their body acted, how their eyes moved behind the lids, they way they shifted in their seats in response to my communication. That went on for years. I learned to read people's reactions to how I spoke to them. There was a lotta this going on with reading palms. There's a lotta this going on when I'm having coffee with friends. There's a lotta this going on when I-am-is hanging out in the atmosphere waiting for a poor it to play fool to it's mastery.
I don't read cards any more. I don't draw up natal charts any more. I don't hold hands with complete strangers anymore. When I've painted myself in a corner or find myself treed by the Hounds of Baskerville, I ask people the unanswered questions they hold captive in their own hearts, as if they are their most precious, selfishly hoarded possession. This slight-of-mouth engulfs their attention so powerfully they usually don't know I've left the premises.
Sometimes, there's just no polite way to do it with some worldly people because they're such worthy opponents. If they're so entrenched in their defense to protect their personal encounter with God, that they got no ears for hearing me out, I force myself to give it up and co-me ho-me to where my own heart is. There's no hurry. I'm probably not going anywhere. Swap for another young body, hopefully before this one gets too much of a pain, and keep on keeping on. There's always the next life for them or the ten thousandth lifetime after that. Shit happens. Things change.
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
