Laura Carlock
Bio
I'm a mom, live in a school bus and work farms. I read Tarot, perform guided meditation and teach basic lessons. I love writing short stories both fiction and non. I would like this platform to be a place I can share my work.
Stories (5/0)
Ethics of Empathy
Empaths can in their most basic sense feel the energy around them. The easiest energy to read is other people. Empath has become a “cringe word” for me in the new age community. Even as I personally identify as an empath, I dislike the usage. It has become synonymous with victim. The articles of how to manage being overwhelmed. How we are all destined to be abused. How we must tolerate our lot in life because we are such special beings of light. Earth angels in the flesh. They do a disservice to us and to the magickal community at large. So, I decided to break it down, this is my opinion. You can agree or disagree hopefully it gives you food for thought and starts a discussion.
By Laura Carlock3 years ago in Longevity
Perfectly Imperfect
This article states tarot/oracle but I hope that the exercises can be useful for any chosen divination method. People get their decks from many different places, sometimes they are a gift, sometimes they yell at you from the store shelves. All forms are valid, I have no desire to gatekeep how you acquire your divination tools. As Scott Cunningham said: “Do what feels right.”
By Laura Carlock3 years ago in Longevity
Family, Friends and Fire
My family and I live in a school bus. We travel around the country running our small business and doing odd jobs. We see all sorts of people from the homeless to the well to do. Everyday is an experience in humanity. We are in a unique position to see people in a raw way. The way people look at us and treat us says a whole lot about them. This summer showed us a whole lot about how wonderful and generous people can be. It was a beautiful experience within a series of tragedies.
By Laura Carlock3 years ago in Humans
A taste of fate
Running… That is all she knew, running… There was only the fear and the run. She could not stop, her chest ached there was not enough air. She could not slow to catch her breath, or they would be on her. Who “they” where was not clear in her fogged brain but the thought filled her with such deep dread her legs just kept on. There was no choice. Brambles cut her legs; tree branches slapped at her.
By Laura Carlock3 years ago in Futurism
Perfectly Imperfect
What are these pesky emotions good for anyway? Emotions help us in so many ways. They help us enjoy life, they help us process trauma, they allow us to discover our boundaries and, in the process, understand ourselves on a deeper level. Allowing ourselves to feel both pleasant and uncomfortable emotions give us the full spectrum of the human experience.
By Laura Carlock3 years ago in Motivation