tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252198092024-03-08T11:45:13.788-08:00Diary of a CarnyMy life and thoughts on the road as a Carny.kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09598181895969354812noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25219809.post-14498804015099098042022-05-11T18:28:00.040-07:002024-01-20T14:51:15.158-08:00To my previous readers of this blog, or anyone who stumbles across it.<p> This Blog has been moved to <a href="https://www.diaryofacarny.com">https://www.diaryofacarny.com</a> </p><p>I stopped posting sixteen years ago when I left the Carny World. The one I grew up in no longer exists. It's all corporate now. All the wild people are gone. </p><p>During the time I was posting, I told my readers I was going to write a book. I did a half hearted attempt, but it was pretty much crap like the blog. Blogging is pretty much dead these days, youtube is all the rage.</p><p>One night I pulled out all my old duffel bags and all my journals going back to the 80's. All these memories and ghosts came pouring out, all my magic came back too.</p><p>I spent a lot of time learning different forms of divination with a lady (Everyone called her Miss Dodie) from Kentucky who travelled on various Carny circuits over the years giving card readings in her little trailer. I spent a lot of time at her and her husbands home studying under her seven daughters as well. </p><p>I learned so many methods, especially about divining with nature. So, as many lessons as I learned about life, people, and the Carny World, I learned about magic too. People as a general rule don't believe in these old folk methods anymore, that's fine, I do, and they work. I put all my tools away long ago, after Hunnulv returned to Norway.</p><p>That night I dug them all out with my diaries and journals. I found my bones, my decks of playing cards (I was taught the old Romani way to read cards) and my old bone runes that were a gift from Hunnulv. I stopped doing readings of any kind for people when I put my tools away.</p><p>Hunnulv was, is, and will always be my soulmate. She was a very strong and powerful woman. We were together on the road for a decade, we met in 1986. From her I learned what she called "Rune Magic." </p><p>I didn't know anything about the history, or divination methods, of the Northern European people until I met her. From Hunnulv I also learned about the old gods and goddesses. She was also a very talented sketch artist and painter.</p><p>One of her paintings was of the Norse Goddess Skaði. I thought it was a self portrait when I first saw it, and complemented her on it. She laughed and called me silly, telling me it wasn't a self portrait, it was the goddess associated with winter, skiing, snowshoes, and the hunt.</p><p>Hunnulv taught me the stories of each god and goddess. My favorite was always Skaði. I think maybe it's because she represents a strength and adaptability I've never seen in a woman before, until Hunnulv. I've yet to meet a female as strong as she was, physically, mentally, or spiritually. </p><p>I did end up writing a book about some of our time together, it's crap, stuck in the second draft on Amazon. It's laced with profanity, addiction, and what's now termed as "dysfunction." but I wrote it from my diaries, and from the perspective of 20 year old me, so yeah, it's pretty messed up.</p><p>The story comes through, but grammatically it's a mess. I don't know what my fascination with exclamation marks was all about, there has to be 3,000 of them in it. </p><p>Then I started on a second book called "The Raven and The Seven Daughters." It's about the time I spent with Dodie and her daughters in Kentucky during the off season. It's a little better. I wrote that one from the perspective of 30 year old me, and from my diaries. Hunnulv always called Dodie "The Raven."</p><p>My fascination with Skaði persists. I have a blog dedicated to her <a href="https://myskathi.com" target="_blank">here</a></p><p>My blog "The Spiritist" dedicated to those things and methods, is <a href="https://thespiritist.ca" target="_blank">here</a></p><p>The world has changed now. No one cares about the Carny World anymore. There are so many distractions and other forms of entertainment. </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">My life and thoughts as a Carny.</div>kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09598181895969354812noreply@blogger.com0