Gimbal is an African raven living in the Northeast of the United States. Gimbal has enjoyed cohabitation with humans and dedicated oracular serpents for his entire life, having been raised in a Thracian Temple. He is romantically linked to a red-haired priestess of the Morrigan living in the San Francisco Bay Area, and enjoys committed friendships and ritual kinship with several of the Great Queen’s dedicants. When not eating cheeseburgers and building an armada of corvidacalypse robots, Gimbal performs divination and oracular services for clients and devotional family. His first words were “Shut up and die”. Gimbal is an initiated priest in two traditional lineages, and graciously permits his human family to tend to the shrines, altars and offerings associated with these paths of devotion.
Welcome to the second installment of the Weekly Gimbal!
Our oracular corvid-columnist has had a busy week, so this week’s bibliomantic reading was delayed by a day or two — he’d be very sorry, if he wasn’t currently eating the flesh of a cow, full of delight. And cow.
He was excited by how positively his debut was received (and he listened intently to all pertinent commentary, private and otherwise, sent in, although he would have preferred to hear from more of the community’s insights around the previous reading. Gimbal is very big on community and group doings, and invites the circle of listeners and readers to share their own thoughts about what he has read for us.)
This week’s divination is drawn from a profound work of formative psychology, an important text on social theory, a collection of classic fiction, and a book of philosophy originally written in Koine Greek.
Oh, damn you, how I love the sight of you—
you, who fed at once. That is, do not let
your thoughts range over devouring the
food placed before him by the trembling,
must I finally harbor this unsaved soul in myself?
And is it this nothing to wonder at:
even the sun-god himself will,
with love, fear, contempt, and hate…
and don’t let her out of your sight.
Another stoic concept which furnished
inspiration to the thought not in substance,
yet in form, the struggle as it is able to solve,
since closer examination will always show
that the problem rose to a maddened scream,
and he charged.
This week, be mindful to differentiate your needs from your wants, for both are indeed hungers and a yearning for either can be good and pure, however there is also the risk of mistaking one for the other and driving headlong into a miasmic state requiring cleansing. In fact, regardless, you will probably want to do some extra spiritual cleansings of your self and your space, this week.
Even in the illumination of the day-lit solar powers, do not take for granted that which you may think you perceive: focus clearly on discerning what is, from what may be, as one may hide within its mirrored polarity.
In these parallax states, where one thing folds around another in misdirective concealing embrace, resolution may be a tense gamble: do not lose yourself to the task, or else you will be taken with fury at the all of it.
Please share your own thoughts, musings, interpretations or relevant connections to the above message in the comments below; Gimbal would love to hear them. Next week he will include his own interpretation.
Gimbal’s own interpretation of last week’s oracle is this:
Tune in next week, for a different form of divination, and more pictures of the corvidiomancer himself!