I sat at my desk one day looking at all the stuff I was supposed to do and thought, "I can't keep doing this. I don't even want to." I got tired just thinking of it all. "This is boring and I'm frustrated. I can't wait until I go to sleep tonight. Time is running out. I can't even stand to look at my face full of jowl and wrinkle. I've gotten fat and my body is getting stiff and painful. I don't have the drive, the energy, the stamina. I think I'm depressed. I blew it. Where did all the years go? I'm old."

Desperate, I decided to ask the legendary, ever-renewing Green Man for help. All my life I have prided myself on being self-sufficient, that I can do it myself. But now my life feels stymied. I'll write him a letter, like kids write to Santa Claus. I know this seems absolutely crazy, I must be bonkers, but here it goes. Let's just see what happens. Maybe this will trigger some new ideas, perhaps a dream or a vision, or some kind of "what the bleep" channeling thing.

I will use one of my own notecards, the "Moon" archetype Card from my VOYAGER TAROT Deck. As I've written in one of my books, WAY OF THE GREAT ORACLE, "Hidden mysteries are probed and sounded out by your Moon-like nature. You have the ability to pick up vibrations, even the most distant and subtle."

Maybe I'm a "lunatic," but now is the time to walk my talk and "draw down the moon" for transmission.

Perhaps I have some kind of Celtic, Druid Priest "past life" remembrance of Green Man when and where his legend flourished. In my ORACLE book I write, "Tarot symbolic imagery – like the Moon – seeps into your subconscious and memory is jarred loose. The past is raised."
Like the wolves howling to the moon in the Moon Card, I will call out to the Green Man and let myself be heard. As the dolphins in synchronistic unity in the Card, I trust that we are in some kind of invisible synch over time and space.