Articles by Gimbal


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.

Week Two

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.


Possible interpretation: 

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.

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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:


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Tune in next week, for a different form of divination, and more pictures of the corvidiomancer himself!

Week One





noun: gimbal; plural noun: gimbals

A mechanism, typically consisting of rings pivoted at right angles, for keeping an instrument such as a compass or chronometer horizontal in a moving vessel or aircraft.


Late 16th century (used in the plural denoting connecting parts in machinery): variant of earlier gimmal, itself a variant of late Middle English gemel ‘twin, hinge, finger ring that can be divided into two rings,’ from Old French gemel ‘twin,’ from Latin gemellus, diminutive of geminus.

Welcome to the Weekly Gimbal. I’ll be helping transcribe Gimbal’s first weekly installment here, until he finds a durable keyboard of his own that meets his particular, eccentric and fickle, standards. Gim is an African raven with stormy blue-grey eyes and a profanely charming personality. He likes to flirt with women coast to coast, and if he didn’t keep eating the pages out of his notebook, would have dozens of numbers collected by now. (He does, on occasion, use a telephone.) He grew up in a polytheist temple, is an initiated priest, and serves his community locally and abroad with an arrangement of divination methods, from runes and cards to geomancy, bibliomancy, and more. (He’s been known to offer divination over a cadaver or two as well.)

When I asked Gimbal if he was interested in a weekly column, he was so overtaken with excitement that we needed to postpone the conversation until he calmed down enough to, well, land. And give me back my cigar.

Gimbal’s oracle for the week, determined via a form of corvidiomantic bibliomancy, draws from four volumes: a work of theoretical psychology, a work of inspired fiction, a work of folk tales, and a work of indigenous scriptural wisdom. ONE possible interpretation will follow, although it is by no means authoritative. Perhaps you the reader have a different take? If so, please let Gimbal know in the comments section, and next week he’ll provide an answer as to what his interpretation as the diviner is, along with another new oracle and a snazzy selfie.

“The room was quiet.

Fat Charlie stared at Daisy,

willing her to understand

the literal sense, at the level of

interpersonal action, and is only

secondarily, lately, translated

with orienting, for the purposes

of the present argument, therefore

appears as a phenomenon.


If the buffalo gets to the

marshy place, he will be free,

Rosie’s mother had told Rosie

that she was certain that Fat

can be restored.


Away with my money,

this was divined for the duck

the diviner of the house

of white cloth, together

am acquainted. The smaller

ones are frequently quite

as swift as a hare.”

Possible Interpretation:

It is important to bring oneself to stillness and quiet, in order to focus upon the reality of the things, however abstract or concrete, in order to bring one’s appreciative awareness toward true understanding.

Abundance and wealth, be they of material, social or spiritual means, are like the tides at times in ebb-and-flow, or as with the saying, “money come, money go”, with an implication of future ventures and opportunities for gain, even in present fortune’s escape from stable ground into the proverbial marsh. In short: when opportunity for success bolts wildly into the mud, this time around it is wise to let it go: there’ll be another chance.

Don’t let the loss of the cow force you to lower your expectations of gain; smaller “wins” can evade just as easily as the big ones… but by that same token, they can taste just as nice, if that’s your thing. Aim for what you Will, even in failing and flight: learn the terrain, from marsh to bramble, and learn the way the games are played. As a hunter or an investor in your own future, know what it is that you’re after, or don’t bother.

Gimbal is a well-groomed, black, African Raven. He is showing his face in profile.

Please share your thoughts, or reflections on how this wisdom might apply to your present circumstances, in the comments section below.

Stay tuned next week for another oracle from Gimbal, and confirmation of meaning around the above!