I've pulled the Empress card every day since I got home. I have one in my kitchen. Card of the (every)day.
I made a full set of my own tarot in 2010, collages all. I posted them as I went. I thought I had posted ALL of them, why did/would I not? So I looked, that's how I know it was 2010 because I found the other cards, starting with Judgement. I did not Post this one (or can't find it if I did):
In finding them, I skimmed the narrative again.
2010 looks like a trail that leads directly to a hot tub.
Patterns repeating, outcome unknown atm. All the wrong men were buzzing around me (FPH, Bale, LMG - flowers and bees all around). I put myself through a wtaf process to try to get to the bottom of the problem, a process that I began to narrate to my new friend Aaron (who wanted a chicken-wing tower at his wedding but was eating "tofu scramble", if memory serves). I climbed mountains, danced around a maypole, joined a drumming circle, made jams of fruit I picked myself. M shows up, fucking my asshole Ex is doing me an unknown favor (tyvm!).
I stood on my head, finally. I might try that again because it takes a lot of physical strength, which would necessitate building muscle back.
I did everything MATERIAL that I could think of before resorting to magic.
It wasn't until 2011 that it became clear (to someone else) that I didn't need magic, I was it. All I had to do was be to make magic.
I am not fully living at this moment. Hence, all I am able to do is jerk off and eat poptarts.
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maypole day |
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"change of perspective" |
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M |
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I still want what I wanted then - kids around, air smells healthy, lying on my back, watching someone else help make the world, and feeling at home in it. |