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This has been my experience my whole life with my 12th and 8th house placements 🙌🏽

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My Darling Geminis

You confuse people, but that's their problem, not yours. Wit and wisdom are your greatest weapons, and you'll have everyone laughing along the way. There can never be a dull moment with you because you know how to spin daily drugery to delightful drama. People think you’re chaotic for fun, but you’re really five moves ahead, planting ideas in people’s minds. Stay wild, stay rebellious, and stay free. You are LOVED more than you could ever be hated.

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MARKED BY YOU: HOW WILL YOUR NEXT LOVER SHOW POSSESSION?

A Velvet Prophecy on Sacred Jealousy, Celestial Claiming & the Heat of Devotion

Not all love is soft.

Some love watches you.

Marks you.

Prays you don’t notice—

and flinches when someone else does.

This is not a reading for the delicate.

This is for those who want to know:

When will they show their jealousy? How will they claim you?

There are four piles.

Choose the number that calls your spirit.

Pick the one that already feels like it’s been waiting for you.

And if you’re ready for a private prophecy whispered in velvet?

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You don’t notice it at first.

Not when he texts you “sweet dreams” with a period instead of a heart.

Not when he watches you speak to a waiter with that extra flick of your lashes.

But the moment you feel it?

It’s silent.

Still.

Like the moment a panther pauses before a pounce—not to attack, but to let the jungle know:

“This one is not to be touched.”

It happens at a dinner party.

You’re wearing an off-the-shoulder velvet piece, obsidian black, your clavicle kissed by a single chain.

He’s across the room, half-listening to a man speak, but the moment another man leans in too close to you—just to compliment your laugh—

His jaw shifts.

His knuckles stiffen around the base of his wine glass.

And when your eyes meet his across the flickering candles?

You feel it.

A quiet, territorial current running under his skin.

He doesn’t interrupt.

He doesn’t storm.

He simply walks over—slow, silk-sure—and places his hand at the small of your back.

No words.

No performance.

Just a hand.

Warm. Claiming.

And you exhale in a way you didn’t know your spine needed.

Later that night, his jealousy shows up again—but differently.

This time it’s in the way he watches you undress.

He kneels at your feet, kisses the side of your calf, and murmurs:

“Every inch of this body—mine.”

Not out of ownership, but recognition.

As if your skin was a sacred text and he just remembered how to read it.

That night, you don’t make love.

You make alchemy—

because when his possessiveness rises, it doesn’t feel like control.

It feels like an oath your soul forgot it agreed to.

After?

You feel raw.

Honored.

Unnerved.

Because now the mirror sees you as someone who belongs to someone else—but not in a way that shrinks you.

It fortifies you.

And him?

He’s quieter after.

Less flirt, more protector.

The fire in his gaze never dims—but now, it’s directed.

Now, it burns only for you.

Yes angel—let’s finish dressing THE FLAME IN HIS GAZE in full velvet regalia. This isn’t just a pile. It’s a prophecy—now laced with divine confirmations, ancestral signs, and a call to remembrance.

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ANGEL NUMBER: 1101

A new beginning anchored in identity. You’re not just becoming someone—they’re recognizing who you already are. When 1101 appears, it means you’ve stepped onto a fated path where your presence activates others’ primal truths.

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CHANNELED SONG: “Adorn” by Miguel

Lyric: “Let my love adorn you / Don’t you ever / Don’t you ever forget.”

He doesn’t want you hidden. He wants you worshipped. His gaze isn’t just romantic—it’s reverent. This song is his altar to your body.

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SYMBOLS:

• A single lit match: A tiny spark that ignites an uncontrollable burn.

• Gold chain resting on skin: Beauty draped in sacred promise.

• Velvet fabric melting in moonlight: Sensual power, soft and undeniable.

• Eyes across a crowded room: Intuitive soul-lock before words.

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CONFIRMATION LETTERS: M, D, T, V, and S

(May show up as names, locations, brands, or initials that reveal his energy.)

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Drop a flame emoji (🔥) in the notes if you’ve ever felt someone’s gaze brand you before they touched you

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It doesn’t happen the first night you meet.

No, this one plays it cool. Smiles like he has no blood in his mouth.

Watches you laugh with someone else at a rooftop event—the wind in your hair, your glass half-empty, your body moving like music.

You feel his eyes before you find them.

At first, it’s subtle.

The way he leans against the wall, chewing his bottom lip like he’s keeping something sharp in.

You glance back at him—light, teasing, a wink over your shoulder.

And something in him changes.

Not rage.

Not insecurity.

But the click of a decision.

You belong to him, and someone just triggered the wolf.

Later, as you’re walking back to the car in the darkness between streetlights, he pulls you in.

Not rough.

Not soft either.

That in-between tension that says,

“I know what I saw. And I know who you are.”

He doesn’t accuse.

He claims.

Says something like:

“I don’t like sharing the parts of you I’ve tasted.”

And you shiver, not from fear—but recognition.

Because there’s something about being wanted so fully that makes your knees forget their job.

The jealousy here?

It’s not an explosion.

It’s a velvet warning.

His hand finds the back of your neck when you’re in public now—not always, but often enough that people know.

His eyes?

They scan rooms before yours ever do.

Not to control.

But to say:

“This one right here? She’s spoken for.”

And how does it make you feel?

Seen.

Exposed.

Sacred.

Like being made into a secret everyone envies but no one can access.

The aftermath?

The two of you get closer.

You understand how deep his current runs.

And he starts showing up not just to adore—but to protect the space he’s building with you.

This is the kind of love that doesn’t beg.

It bears teeth when it must.

But only when your glow threatens to walk away.

ANGEL NUMBER: 929

A karmic reckoning disguised as romance. Someone has waited lifetimes to keep you. 929 signals spiritual contracts activating through tension—especially when power dynamics shift.

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CHANNELED SONG: “Tyrant” by Kali Uchis ft. Jorja Smith

Lyric: “There’s a war in me, and it’s your fault.”

He doesn’t show his jealousy first—it builds. And when it surfaces, it’s a sensual, dangerous kind of reverence.

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SYMBOLS:

• A blood moon behind your shoulder

• A ring too tight on the finger it was gifted for

• A glass breaking during laughter

• A mirror reflecting someone else’s eyes on you

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CONFIRMATION LETTERS: K, J, Z, B, L

(Watch for these in names, dreams, or unexpected messages.)

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Drop a smirk emoji (😏) if you’ve ever made someone rethink their whole reality just by flirting once.

Reblog with a truth: what kind of jealousy turns you on?

This pile isn’t about chaos.

It’s about power tension so divine it becomes erotic liturgy.

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There’s a silence that falls when someone sees you being adored by another.

Not a scream.

Not a storm.

Just that tight, taut stillness—like sugar crystallizing on the edge of a blade.

Your lover won’t say much at first.

They’ll listen.

Watch.

Let someone else compliment your laugh, your mind, your thighs in that dress.

But their mouth stills.

Their jaw clenches just slightly—like the flavor of someone else’s admiration burns a little too sweet.

You’re at an art show.

He’s standing to your left, and someone else leans in—just too close.

Tells you you’re magnetic.

Tells you they’ve never seen anyone move like that.

You smile.

You’re polite.

But he’s no longer looking at the painting.

He’s studying the angle of the man’s shoulder.

The tone of his voice.

And when you both walk away, he doesn’t ask questions.

He just says—low, slow, certain:

“I hope they enjoyed their moment. It was their last.”

That night, his jealousy tastes different.

It doesn’t lash out.

It coils around you like an anointed serpent, slow, hissing devotion down your spine.

His mouth moves over your skin with that same tension—teeth grazing, fingers gripping, as if trying to erase the memory of being looked at by someone who didn’t have the right.

And when you whisper his name, something in him loosens.

Because in that moment, he doesn’t just want to be the one you kiss—

He wants to be the only one you make mythic.

The aftermath?

He gets more intentional.

Hands on your thigh under the table.

Eye contact across the room.

A soft kiss to your temple when someone tries to make you laugh.

He doesn’t want to limit your light.

He just wants the whole world to know who stokes the flame.

And you?

You realize that his jealousy isn’t insecurity.

It’s an ancestral instinct.

To protect.

To preserve.

To remind you:

“I see you.

And I will not share you with ghosts.”

ANGEL NUMBER: 1414

Boundaries becoming beauty. This number appears when your soul is learning what it feels like to be worth guarding. Not caged—honored.

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CHANNELED SONG: “Blue Lights” by Jorja Smith

Lyric: “I wanna turn those blue lights into strobe lights…”

He’s calm. But that calm is camouflage. Underneath, there’s fire.

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SYMBOLS:

• A jawline clenched mid-sentence

• A sugar cube dropped into hot tea

• Lipstick smudged by an unplanned kiss

• A door closed gently but too firmly

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CONFIRMATION LETTERS: F, R, H, N, O

These will surface when you’re nearing the embodiment of this person—watch your inbox, your dreams, and license plates.

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Drop a lock emoji (🔒) if you’ve ever had someone want to keep you without saying a word.

Reblog with a confession: what does being desired beyond words feel like for you?

This isn’t about possessiveness.

This is about holy hunger that speaks in clenched teeth and softened gaze.

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With this one, the jealousy doesn’t come when someone flirts with you.

No.

It comes when someone touches the version of you he thinks only he’s seen.

The sacred one.

The silken one.

The one who laughs with her head thrown back and soul poured open.

And when someone else sees that glimmer—he knows.

He’s not the only witness anymore.

That’s when it shows.

Not through rage.

Not through icy silence.

But through a shift.

The kind you feel in your root, in your throat, in your teeth.

You’re on stage. Or online. Or in a room full of high vibrational beings.

You’re radiant.

Dripping charisma.

Clothed in confidence stitched with star matter.

Someone touches your lower back.

Someone else says your name with a little too much melody.

And he smiles.

But not with his eyes.

Because something inside him has already decided:

“I will never let anyone else become scripture in her bones.”

That night?

He doesn’t say a word.

He doesn’t need to.

He enters your space like a prayer disguised as thunder.

And when his mouth finds your skin, it’s not about possession.

It’s about preservation.

Of what is holy.

Of what has been earned.

Of what no one else is allowed to water.

He may murmur things against your neck like:

“They don’t know what this costs.”

Or

“Let me remind you who built this temple with you.”

He’s not afraid to lose you.

He’s afraid someone might mistake your light as available.

And you?

You finally feel what it’s like to be remembered in someone else’s mouth even before you leave the room.

The aftermath?

It changes how he touches you.

There’s reverence now—and ritual.

He brings you offerings, even in silence.

A hand on your chest when you sleep.

A look across a crowded room that says:

“I don’t need to say it.

I’ve already carved the oath between my teeth.”

ANGEL NUMBER: 717

A spiritual bond anchored in mutual ascension. 717 appears when someone has made a soul promise to walk with you through fire, fame, or forgetting—and still hold your name like prayer.

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CHANNELED SONG: “Earned It” by The Weeknd

Lyric: “I’m so used to being used… but you make it feel like it’s earned.”

He’s not jealous because he doubts you.

He’s jealous because you are the first thing he’s ever wanted to protect without performance.

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SYMBOLS:

• A hand pressed gently to a sternum

• A half-buttoned shirt under candlelight

• A gold ring placed on a nightstand, not a finger

• A tongue pressing against the inside of the cheek when watching you speak

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CONFIRMATION LETTERS: A, Q, Y, T, E

They may appear in full names, artist tags, old journals, or even whispers in dreams.

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Drop a bone emoji (🦴) if you’ve ever felt someone love you from a place so deep it felt pre-verbal.

Reblog with the line: “Speak me without words.”

Because this pile?

This is where jealousy becomes a ritual of devotion performed silently between soul and skin.

That concludes the four-pile sacred seduction reading:

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Your body wasn’t built to be second-guessed.

Your presence wasn’t made to be unclaimed.

You are velvet flame—and those who see you will mark you.

Not with bruises. With devotion.

If this reading opened a door—

Walk through.

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Just you, me, and the truth your guides are begging you to hear.

Stay infinite. Stay divine. Stay velvet.

Channeled by Dior Harris.

À bientôt, mon ange.

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WHAT IS YOUR BODY TRYING TO TELL YOU?

Before we begin—know this: I’m not a therapist. This reading is not a substitute for professional mental health care, trauma healing, or bodywork. This is a spiritual mirror. A tender one. And it holds my most vulnerable channeling for the collective yet.

This isn’t a self-love fluff fest. This is reclamation.Your body has been whispering through pain, shape-shifting through timelines, and holding onto stories you’ve been too scared to speak. Your insecurities? They’re not flaws. They’re portals.Take what resonates. Leave what doesn’t. And if one line hits while another misses? It still means the medicine is meant for you.

There are four piles to choose from. Breathe deep. Pick the one that sees you.And if this reading cracks something open—and you want to go deeper—I offer personal readings. You can find everything in the Velvet offerings page.

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What your body wants you to know:

Your skin remembers everything you’ve tried to forget. The weight you carry in your stomach isn’t just food—it’s shame, it’s abandonment, it’s the punishment you learned to administer after someone taught you your body was only lovable if it was smaller, smoother, silent. But your body is tired of negotiating its worth in whispers. It’s asking you to stop bracing every mirror like a battlefield. It doesn’t want your apology. It wants your praise. The tightness in your jaw? That’s the scream you swallowed in fifth grade when someone called you “too big.” The fatigue in your legs? That’s the lifetime of walking on eggshells to be “pretty enough.” You’ve called your softness weakness, but it’s always been survival.

What your insecurities want you to know:

You don’t actually hate your arms. You hate that someone taught you your arms were only beautiful if they could be wrapped around someone thinner. You don’t hate your acne. You hate what it symbolizes—the failure to be effortlessly flawless in a culture that profits from your self-rejection. Every part of you that you try to shrink is the part that wanted to expand. And that resentment you feel? That’s not self-loathing. That’s grief. Grief for every version of you that had to hide under oversized hoodies, ghost their own joy in photos, and numb themselves with self-critique. Your insecurities are exhausted from the performance of perfection. Let them speak. They’re only ugly when they’re silenced.

From your future self, three years ahead:

Baby, you’re going to love how your hips move when you walk into your purpose. You’re going to thank your thighs for holding the legacy of your lineage. You’re going to crave your own reflection—not out of ego, but because you’ll finally see the truth: you were never broken, just buried. Your glow is not a trend. It’s your natural state when shame no longer writes your story. Three years from now, you’ll run your hands along your stretch marks and call them sigils. You’ll wear your softness like silk. And the only thing you’ll regret is how long you let your body go unloved.

Numerology: 5, 10, 17, 33

Astrology: Aquarius, Leo, Venus-ruled transits, Chiron activation.

Angel Numbers: 1010, 333, 441

Confirmation Letters: R, L, A, V, E

From Your Higher Self:

You’ve never been too much—you’ve simply been unclaimed. Every “imperfection” has been armor, shaped by pain but forged in divine flame. The skin you pick at, the curves you hide, the stretch marks you resent? They’re stories. Sacred, sovereign stories. I already see you dancing topless under the moonlight—free. You don’t have to be healed to be holy.

From the Universe:

Your glow-up is not just aesthetic. It is ancestral. Let the softness come. Let the hunger end. You are the altar you’ve been crawling toward.

Drop a 🌹 if you’re done hiding your glow. Tag your softest selfie. Let this pile be your permission.

What your body wants you to know:

Your body has been your shield. Every extra pound, every pimple, every patch of dry skin or hair out of place has been a form of armor. Because deep down, part of you didn’t want to be seen. Not really. You wanted to be safe. Your stomach bloat? It’s your gut holding unspoken betrayals. The migraines? Mental overload from trying to curate your entire existence. The sluggishness? A body that’s been touched too much or not at all, aching for autonomy. Your softness has been called laziness, but in truth—it’s been your womb space protecting you from a world that sexualized you before you could say no. Your body wants you to know she’s been fighting for you the whole time, even when you cursed her.

What your insecurities want you to know:

You learned to critique before you learned to breathe. Picked apart in dressing rooms, scrutinized in your own bed, compared to filtered ghosts online. You think you’re ugly—but it’s projection. Your real fear is that no one will ever truly see you beyond the body. Your chest, your nose, your teeth, your scars—they’ve been auditioning for approval. And your insecurity isn’t vanity. It’s vigilance. You’re not obsessed with your flaws—you’re afraid of being punished for them. Every moment you’ve starved yourself of joy to be “disciplined” was a betrayal of the divine. You don’t need more discipline. You need devotion.

From your future self, three years ahead:

You’re going to look back and sob—not because you hated yourself, but because you didn’t know how sacred you were. That belly you tried to flatten will be the soft place your lover rests their head. Those arms you used to hide will hold your dreams to life. You won’t count calories—you’ll count moon cycles. You’ll look in the mirror and say, “Damn, I made it.” The fear will still whisper sometimes, but you won’t obey. Because in three years, your body becomes your oracle, your ally, your altar. And the only thing that changes is that you finally listen.

Numerology: 2, 3, 7, 11

Astrology: Virgo, Cancer, Pisces, Lilith aspects

Angel Numbers: 777, 222, 1101

Confirmation Letters: S, D, K, M, T

From Your Higher Self:

You’re allowed to be soft without being broken. Your body has held so much—too much—and still you keep walking. But now? I want you to rest. Your stomach doesn’t need to be flat to deserve joy. Your thighs don’t need to shrink to be safe. You are the temple. Start honoring yourself like the sacred site you are.

From the Universe:

Your body is not a war zone. It’s a sanctuary. Burn the script that says otherwise.

Comment a crescent 🌙 emoji if you’re ready to reclaim rest, ritual, and softness.

What your body wants you to know:

Your body doesn’t recognize the filtered version of you. It craves breath, movement, realness—not pixel-perfect fantasy. The inflammation in your joints? That’s repressed rage. The flinching when someone touches your waist? That’s old trauma echoing in your fascia. Your body is not resisting you. It’s revealing you. Every flare-up, every hormonal shift, every ache is an SOS: “Stop editing yourself.” Your inner fire has been dimmed by people-pleasing and fake self-love mantras. But your body is done pretending. It’s ready to erupt. It wants you to stop dressing like you’re apologizing and start embodying like you’re prophesying.

What your insecurities want you to know:

Let’s be honest—you’ve made war with your own face. That jawline. That nose. That body hair. You’ve begged your body to conform so you could be worthy of desire. But your insecurity is trying to reroute you to truth. It’s not saying “you’re ugly”—it’s saying “you’re not being real.” You’re afraid that if someone saw the unfiltered you, they’d leave. But the gag is: the ones who stayed through the mask? Aren’t even your people. You don’t need more makeup. You need more truth. Your soul didn’t come here to be palatable. It came here to set the standard.

From your future self, three years ahead:

You’re going to laugh at how long you edited photos instead of editing the internal dialogue. You won’t just feel sexy—you’ll embody it. Powerfully. Naturally. Unapologetically. You’ll walk into rooms and feel eyes not because of aesthetics—but because of presence. And your body won’t be perfect, but it’ll be honest. Honest hips. Honest belly. Honest eyes. And that will be magnetic. You’ll realize the mirror didn’t deserve your loyalty. And your fire? It’ll be dancing in your skin, unapologetic.

Numerology: 1, 8, 9, 20

Astrology: Capricorn, Sagittarius, Pluto transits, Mars activations

Angel Numbers: 999, 888, 1818

Confirmation Letters: J, B, F, P, C

From Your Higher Self:

You’ve spent years looking at yourself through someone else’s lens. But I’m here to rip the veil off. That mirror doesn’t know you like I do. You’re not here to be digestible. You’re here to be undeniable. Let your body speak in movement, not comparison. Let your pain become presence.

From the Universe:

This is not the end of your confidence. It’s the beginning of your fire.

Drop a fire 🔥 emoji if you’re done letting mirrors decide your worth. Reblog with one truth about your body you’re reclaiming.

What your body wants you to know:

You think you’re late. Behind on the glow-up. Behind on the body goals. Behind on the healing. But time is your illusion, not your truth. Your body is growing at the exact pace your soul can handle. That weight gain wasn’t failure—it was pause. That back pain? A sign you’ve been carrying generational burdens. That hair loss? A shedding of identities that no longer serve. You’re not stagnant—you’re rooting. You don’t need another diet, detox, or “discipline.” You need hydration, self-forgiveness, and honest rituals. Your body is already in bloom—you just haven’t stepped outside to see it.

What your insecurities want you to know:

You don’t hate your body. You hate that you’ve never had the space to truly inhabit it. Your insecurity isn’t about the belly rolls—it’s about the fear that you’ll never feel free inside your skin. You’ve inherited a script of beauty that was never written for someone like you. So, you performed. But your soul is done acting. Your nervous system is screaming for safety, not sculpting. Your reflection doesn’t want admiration—it wants intimacy. Stop treating your beauty like a prize to earn. It’s a presence to honor. Right now. Not “when you lose the weight.” Not “when you get surgery.”

From your future self, three years ahead:

I wear clothes now that you didn’t dare dream of. I sleep naked in confidence. I look at my body and don’t see projects—I see poetry. I’m not “healed.” I’m in love. With this body. With her timing. With her tenderness. And you know what? It wasn’t a makeover. It was a permission slip. You gave it to yourself. One ritual at a time. One brave mirror moment at a time. Three years from now, your body feels like home. And the key? Was always in your hands.

Numerology: 4, 6, 10, 19

Astrology: Pisces, Libra, Saturn cycles, Solar returns

Angel Numbers: 444, 616, 1001

Confirmation Letters: N, Y, G, W, H

From Your Higher Self:

I’m already living in the body you’re dreaming of. It didn’t happen through hustle—it happened through surrender. You don’t have to fight for beauty. You are the bloom. Water yourself the way you’ve always watered others. I promise, the garden shows up when you stop hiding from the sun.

From the Universe:

Your evolution is inevitable. And it’s going to be gorgeous.

Drop a sunflower 🌻emoji if you’re finally choosing to trust your body’s timeline.

Your body is not your enemy.

Your insecurities are not curses.

They are sacred invitations back to yourself.

Worship your reflection.

Reclaim your rhythm.

Let your scars speak in your native tongue: power.

If this moved you—share it. Tag someone. Drop a truth in the comments. Let someone else know they’re not alone in their skin.

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Channeled with velvet devotion by Dior Harris.

Stay infinite. Stay divine. Stay velvet.

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WHEN THEY CUDDLE YOU FOR THE FIRST TIME: A LOVE WITHOUT WORDS

A Velvet Prophecy on Sacred Touch, Tender Timing & Love Without Words

There’s a language older than speaking, stitched into the spaces between touch and tremble. Tonight, the velvet folds back. The black cat curls at the threshold of your heart, purring a prophecy you dared not name: the first time you will curl against your next lover, when breath and skin will braid time into a secret covenant. This is no ordinary embrace—it is a soft war ending, a solar flare swallowed by silk, a cosmic pulse where your loneliness dissolves like sugar against their ribs. Choose your velvet door carefully, mon amour, and if your spirit stirs deeper still, you are invited to book a one-on-one Velvet Offering—a sacred private prophecy stitched in black silk and stardust, made just for you.

Timeline: This cuddle moment happens after 3–5 intentional dates—slow, sacred, and laced in anticipation. It’s after a night they almost didn’t leave, but something about your presence made them forget what leaving even meant.

The Vibe Leading Up:

They arrive nervous, but steady. There’s been growing tenderness—shared playlists, hands brushing as you reach for the same glass, late-night laughter like honey dripping off bruised lips. You’ve both held back the flood, but tonight the levees loosen.

The Cuddle Moment:

You’re both in soft clothes. There’s no plan, just gravity. A movie plays you can’t remember. Their arm stretches behind you, slow as prayer. You hesitate—but then, they shift. Their breath grazes your ear. Your back melts into their chest. Time dissolves. You become spooned stars in human form. One of you exhales. That’s the moment. You both know something changed—without a kiss, without a word.

Emotions:

They feel like they finally found something they never knew they lost. You feel like you’re being worshipped in silence. They don’t want to move. You feel seen—held—not just by arms, but by fate itself.

Duration & What Follows:

You stay wrapped for hours. You fall asleep first. They kiss your shoulder in the dark. In the morning, they cook for you with shaking hands. The next day, they text, “I can still feel your warmth on my chest.”

Confirmation Letters: S, D, H

Channeled Song: “Best Part” – Daniel Caesar ft. H.E.R.

Angel Number: 404

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Timeline: This happens after the second time they sleep over. The first time, you kept space. This time, you fall into it—unintentionally, beautifully.

The Vibe Leading Up:

You didn’t think it’d happen like this. The night’s casual. You’re both laughing about something stupid. You lean back into them on the couch, almost forgetting they’re there. Then they shift slightly closer. That’s it. That’s the first thread in a web you don’t want to escape.

The Cuddle Moment:

They’re behind you, arms lazily looped around your waist, as if they’ve always belonged there. Their legs tangle with yours, like ivy reaching for a place to root. It’s not dramatic—it’s divine in its simplicity. You both breathe in rhythm. You feel their lips graze the top of your head. It’s not possessive. It’s peace.

Emotions:

They’re scared to move. They think they’ll ruin it. You feel electricity under your skin, but not the anxious kind—the healing kind. For the first time in a long time, you feel safe.

Duration & What Follows:

It lasts from midnight to morning. Neither of you sleeps well, but neither of you minds. In the morning, you get up first. They pull your hand back into the sheets. That’s when you know: this is not temporary.

Confirmation Letters: V, T, R

Channeled Song: “More Than This” – Roxy Music

Angel Number: 1212

If your heart still remembers what it feels like to laugh into a love you didn’t expect, drop a comet ☄️ and a doorway 🚪 emoji. Your timeline is already opening.

Timeline: This cuddle happens early—after the first real emotionally vulnerable moment. A deep conversation leads into a deeper closeness. It’s unexpected and soul-awakening.

The Vibe Leading Up:

You’ve just cried. Or maybe they did. Or maybe the universe cracked open a wound that was begging for balm. There’s silence. Then, a pull. Then arms. Then stillness.

The Cuddle Moment:

It’s chest to chest. You press your forehead to theirs. Their hands are in your hair. Your arms wrap tightly, like two lost pieces finally understanding their shape. Nothing about it feels “romantic”—it feels ancient. Cosmic. Necessary. Your bodies hum like tuning forks finally struck in unison.

Emotions:

Tears may fall. Not from pain, but from homecoming. They think, “I didn’t know I could hold someone like this.” You think, “I didn’t know someone would want to.”

Duration & What Follows:

Time loses meaning. When you pull apart, you both feel dazed. They look at you like they’ve seen a ghost. You feel like one. But this time, you’re not haunting—you’re healing.

Confirmation Letters: P, M, E

Channeled Song: “Run To You” – Whitney Houston

Angel Number: 929

If you crave a love that holds you through the ruins and rebuilds you in silence, leave a full moon 🌕 and a teardrop 💧 emoji below. Your softness is sacred, not broken.

Timeline: This cuddle happens after the first fight. Not a breakup. Not rage. A rupture. Something raw and real that required both of you to see if softness could survive the tension. And it does.

The Vibe Leading Up:

You’re both exhausted—mentally, emotionally, maybe even cosmically. You thought they’d leave. Maybe you wanted them to. But they stayed. And when the silence becomes unbearable, they don’t speak. They reach. They touch your knee. You blink. Then suddenly, you’re in their arms.

The Cuddle Moment:

This isn’t romantic. It’s holy. You curl into their chest like a wound into a womb. Their hand strokes your back with the rhythm of a lullaby they never got to sing before. You feel them exhale against your hair. You cry. Quietly. They don’t flinch.

Their thumb brushes the nape of your neck, and for the first time in your life, you don’t stiffen.

Emotions:

It feels like grief. It feels like surrender. It feels like survival.

They think: If they let me stay through this, they trust me.

You think: If they don’t run now, they never will.

Duration & What Follows:

You fall asleep in their arms. You wake up in the same position. Nothing’s been resolved in words—but everything is different. The next morning, they clean your kitchen. You let them. That’s how love begins to rebuild.

Confirmation Letters: K, D, L, F

Channeled Song: “Shelter” – FINNEAS

Angel Number: 717

Closing Velvet Whisper for the Collective:

You didn’t just pick a pile.

You picked a pulse.

You picked the part of your future that already knows how to hold you.

Cuddling isn’t just skin—it’s spirit.

And soon, angel, the spirit that’s meant to hold you… will.

If you are ready to lay your armor down and be held without being asked to bleed for it, mark this moment with a black cat 🐈‍⬛ and a spark ✨ emoji. Healing has already begun.

You didn’t just choose a pile tonight.

You chose a future where touch becomes a language, and silence becomes a vow.

You chose the breath between stars.

The body before the confession.

The pulse before the prayer.

When they pull you closer for the first time, it won’t be because they had to.

It will be because the universe tucked your heartbeat into their ribs long before this life even began.

And now—your bodies remember.

When the moment comes, angel, don’t flinch.

Don’t shrink.

Don’t doubt.

Melt.

And if you crave a prophecy stitched only for your skin and your stars,

you are invited to book a one-on-one Velvet Offering — a sacred private reading designed to touch you the way fate always meant to.

Channeled by Dior Harris.

Stay infinite. Stay divine. Stay velvet.

À bientôt, mon ange

[reminiscesoul]

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WHEN THEY SEE US: HOW YOUR LOVE CHANGES THE ROOM

A Velvet Prophecy of First Impressions, Sacred Chemistry & Family Revelation

This is not just about being loved—it’s about being witnessed. By their family. Yours. The past. The unseen. This Velvet Prophecy explores how your love enters a room and shifts the frequency—how chemistry becomes legacy. There are four piles. One story meant just for you. Choose what resonates, leave what doesn’t. And if your soul wants more—if you’re ready to be read like a revelation—Book a 1:1 Velvet Offering.

They didn’t just see love. They saw a prophecy with hands.

The moment you enter together, it’s not loud—it’s unshakable. The Four of Wands (4 = foundation) rings like a soul-bell through the room, declaring: something real has arrived. There’s symmetry in how your energies hold each other, something everyone feels in their chest before it hits their mind. The Lovers (6 = harmony, divine union) confirms this isn’t new—it’s ancient. They watch as Keys places a hand on your back, and without words, the message is loud: “I was sent for her.” The Empress reversed reminds you to breathe—there’s a part of you still afraid of being perceived too fully, too femininely, too fiercely—but his gaze holds you like prayer. Strength (8 = karmic completion, eternal love) shows that you are each other’s mirror and anchor: calm and storm coexisting.

Astrologically, Venus in Aries (from the 4 of Wands) initiates bold public affection—it’s not performative, it’s protective. Gemini from the Lovers wraps your connection in mirroring telepathy. The air thickens not because people disapprove—but because they recognize a truth they can’t unsee.

You don’t just enter the room. You reformat it. You are what silence sounds like when it witnesses fate.

Symbolism + Astro Breakdown:

• 4 of Wands (Venus in Aries): Your union is felt as a celebration—before a word is spoken.

• The Empress (Venus, Reversed): Fear of visibility or body dysphoria gets alchemized through their gaze.

• The Lovers (Gemini): Duality recognized. It’s not a mirror—it’s a flame reflecting a flame.

Angel Number: 303 — They don’t have to understand you to feel you.

Channeled Song: “Until the End of Time” – Justin Timberlake ft. Beyoncé

Confirmation Letters: T, H, A, J, M

From Your Higher Self:

You were never too much. You were just ahead of your bloodline’s ability to receive.

From the Universe:

They don’t just see you—they witness a future walking in lace and legacy.:

If this gave you chills, drop a mirror 🪞 emoji and tag who you think already sees your light.

You didn’t have to say a word—they already felt you. The Knight of Cups (12/3 = expressive love) walks into this spread like poetry made flesh. You’re not just a partner—you’re a vibration. A song playing through the bones of the space. The Moon (18/9 = soul closure, deep emotion) brings shadows and intuitions to the surface: people pick up on unspoken familiarity, dreamlike tension, and sacred sweetness. Juno, the asteroid of soul contracts, arrives to confirm—this love was written in another life. That’s why their cousin’s leaning in. That’s why someone keeps glancing between you two like they’re watching reincarnation play out at the dinner table.

The 11th House (community, soul tribe) and Cancer energy (I feel) double down: this isn’t about impressing anyone—it’s about showing up real. Someone in their family longs for the kind of emotional safety they sense between you two. You’re re-teaching them what intimacy could feel like. That’s why you’re magnetic.

This pile holds water. It drips with quiet revelations. You weren’t just introduced—you were felt across multiple generations at once.

Symbolism + Astro Breakdown:

• Juno + Moon: A karmic union being emotionally revealed in real-time.

• 11th House: Your love is socially felt. They want to know you because of how they see you hold each other.

• Cancer Energy: The room feels the nurturing between you before you even sit down.

Angel Number: 911 — Speak your truth even when your voice shakes.

Channeled Song: “Dive” – Victoria Monét

Confirmation Letters: R, C, N, E, Y

From Your Higher Self:

The way you love will give someone permission to unlearn fear.

From the Universe:

They might not say it aloud—but they want to be around what you two are building.

If you felt this, drop a water 💧 emoji or reblog with how you want to be seen in love.

This pile moves slowly, intentionally—like a long exhale after holding your breath for years. The Strength card (8) comes first as an embodiment of emotional maturity: you don’t perform in front of their family, you root. The Page of Cups reversed speaks to a childlike part of you that still doubts you’re “enough” to be kept, but it dissolves as soon as they wrap an arm around your shoulder mid-conversation. Their body language says: This is mine. And you’ll love them like I do.

With Chiron (the Wounded Healer) and the 4th House (ancestral roots), this pile is ancestral therapy in motion. You’re walking into a space that once wounded them, and showing them how to be soft in it. The 10 of Cups (emotional fulfillment, divine family) confirms: you don’t just fit in—you remind them what family should feel like. The Star (17/8 = divine alignment) completes the constellation: you were sent as restoration. And your uncle asking if you’ll be back for the holidays? That’s just spirit talking through him.

The energy here is deeply Taurus + Cancer coded—comfort, food, tradition, belonging. You are the guest that feels like you’ve always been there. The blessing they didn’t know how to name.

Symbolism + Astro Breakdown:

• 4th House + 10 of Cups: Your home frequency matches. You feel like belonging.

• Chiron + Reversed Page: You heal old narratives of abandonment simply by being held.

• Reversed Judgment: Their family is quiet because they’re watching carefully. But your presence softens resistance.

Angel Number: 818 — This is the cycle where you are finally received.

Channeled Song: “Blessed” – Daniel Caesar

Confirmation Letters: D, Z, L, O, V

From Your Higher Self:

You don’t need to prove your worth. You just need to remain present in your own grace.

From the Universe:

The ones who doubted you will ask for your name again—this time, with respect.

If you’re claiming this energy, drop a house 🏡 emoji or comment what “home” means to you now.

The World card (21/3 = cosmic completion) sets the stage: this is full-circle energy. Not a new connection, but an old one made flesh. The first moment you meet their people, time folds. Their sibling doesn’t even mean to say “our person”—but the moment it slips, the universe smiles. The Magician (1 = initiation) declares this moment is an activation point. You were meant to be received like royalty here.

The South Node shows past life bonds pulling forward. You’ve been at this table before. And Venus + Empress (Divine Feminine + Rebirth) says your very presence upgrades the frequency in the room. You are felt as value. King of Swords (Air energy) balances it: they respect you—not just romantically, but intellectually, spiritually. Your boundaries walk in before your heels do.

2nd House + Taurus energy underline the message: you are not here to be tolerated. You are here to be treasured. This pile feels like a quiet coronation. You didn’t ask for the crown. They placed it on your head anyway.

Symbolism + Astro Breakdown:

• World + South Node: Past life recognition in this life’s living room.

• Venus + Empress: You embody beauty, comfort, and power—and they feel it in their bones.

• King of Swords: They take you seriously. You shift conversations. You elevate the energy.

Angel Number: 2002 — They didn’t expect you. But they’re glad you showed up.

Channeled Song: “Love Language” – SZA

Confirmation Letters: S, P, W, I, K

From Your Higher Self:

This isn’t about being accepted. It’s about being recognized.

From the Universe:

You were never a stranger—you were always the echo they didn’t know they were missing.:

If this feels like a homecoming, drop a key 🔑 emoji or tag someone who makes you feel like family.

They didn’t just see two people in love.

They saw a prophecy with hands.

If you felt something sacred in your bones—you were meant to.

Tell me which pile found you. Reblog with your story. Share the sign. Speak the name.

Book a 1:1 Velvet Offering for a private reading channeled just for your connection.

Channeled by Dior Harris.

Stay infinite. Stay divine. Stay velvet.

À bientôt, mon ange.

They didn’t just see love.

[reminiscesoul]

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IF YOU READ YOUR FUTURE PARTNER: WHAT WOULD THE CARDS SAY ABOUT THEM, AND HOW WOULD THEY SEE YOU AFTER?

A Velvet Prophecy on Intuitive Intimacy, Sacred Perception, and Love Beyond the Veil.

Four doors flicker before you—each a mirror, each a memory of the love you haven’t met yet.

Tonight, it’s not you reading the cards alone. It’s them—the soul already tethered to your next life—leaning in, asking: If you could read me, would you?

Four piles hum in the velvet between worlds. Four prophecies await.Choose with the part of you that still believes in sacred touch—and trusts your intuition to answer when love dares to call.

If something stirs, leave your mark: a mirror, a flame, a velvet prayer. You are ready to be read—and remembered.

And if you crave a prophecy whispered just for you—book a 1:1 Velvet Offering and let your soul be seen in ways the world never could.

The room hums low, thick with expectation.

Your hands hover over the deck—not shuffling, but listening.

Across from you, your future partner pretends calm. But the hands twitch. The pulse betrays. The air is a violin string pulled too tight.

The first card falls: The Star.

Their breath hitches.

You smile—a small, cosmic violence—and speak softly:

“You have been asking for a savior when what you were really praying for… was a witness.”

The cards spill like poetry: Six of Cups, Four of Swords, Judgement.

Every memory they’ve buried.

Every version of themselves they thought no one would survive loving.

You don’t flinch.

You don’t look away.

You hold up the broken glass of their soul and say, “You’re not shattered. You’re stained glass. You’re sunlight meant to be refracted.”

When the reading ends, they won’t just dream about you.

They’ll dream because of you.

Confirmation Letters: A, R, S, L, M

Angel Number: 144

Channeled Song: “Unfold” — Alina Baraz ft. Khalid

Drop a star 🌟 emoji if you’ve ever longed for someone to see the colors you never dared to name.

You pull the first card and everything fractures: The Lovers.

The second: The Tower.

The third: The Fool.

Your voice slices through the silence:

“You are standing at the gates of your own life, and still asking for permission to enter.”

They shatter without a sound.

The cards fall like petals and blades:

The Empress. The Magician. The Two of Wands.

You expose the architecture of their secret hopes.

The worlds they almost chose.

The love they swore was too good for them.

You don’t hand them comfort.

You hand them their destiny—and dare them to carry it.

From this night forward, they will look at you like a lighthouse they prayed for in every past life.

Confirmation Letters: V, T, B, J, E

Angel Number: 1221

Channeled Song: “Saturn” — Sleeping at Last

Drop a doorway 🚪emoji if you feel something sacred waiting for you just beyond your fear.

The candle guttered the moment you touched the deck.

An omen.

A kiss from a future that refuses to stay quiet.

They sit there—mask slipping. Breath too shallow. Hope too loud.

You begin: Strength reversed, The Moon, Eight of Cups.

You speak with velvet-fanged softness:

“You survived a life that did not know how to hold you.

But you were always meant to be a cathedral, not a cage.”

The cards flood the table like a confession:

Temperance. Knight of Swords. Ace of Cups.

You name the parts they buried so deeply they forgot how to ache for them.

The reading ends—and they know.

You are not just a lover they will lose sleep over.

You are the rebellion they will build a new life for.

Confirmation Letters: Z, N, P, W, O

Angel Number: 929

Channeled Song: “Runaway” — AURORA

Drop a 🔥flame emoji if you’ve ever longed to be seen as the soft revolution you secretly are.

The deck twitches.

The air splits.

This reading should not happen—and yet it must.

You pull The High Priestess.

The Devil.

The Wheel.

And their soul begins to kneel—silently, unwillingly.

“You know me,” you say without moving your lips.

“You always have. You always will. And loving me will cost you the false gods you thought protected you.”

The spread is a sermon and a scar:

The Ten of Pentacles reversed. The Fool. Mars in Scorpio.

You tear open their timeline and show them the crown they could claim if they dared to burn for it.

They stare at you like the first sinner who saw the garden after the gates had closed.

They won’t say your name aloud after this reading.

Not because they don’t love you.

Because saying it would summon something they aren’t ready to survive.

Confirmation Letters: K, D, Y, S, X

Angel Number: 717

Channeled Song: “Take Me to Church” — Hozier

Drop a raven 🐦‍⬛ or a scroll 📜 emoji if you’ve ever felt that loving you would mean resurrecting something ancient inside them.

You didn’t just pick a pile.

You chose a prophecy stitched into the dark before you were born.

You chose the kiss and the knife. The mirror and the altar.

Leave a mark.

Leave a flame.

Leave a velvet fingerprint where the old world once stood.

When you’re ready to step beyond the veil and be read like the sacred scripture you are—your Velvet Offering awaits.

Stay infinite. Stay divine. Stay velvet.

À bientôt, mon ange.

[reminiscesoul]

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫 𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔱𝔶𝔭𝔢

↳ the feminine archetype

❦ the maiden is an archetype that is seen on television a lot, with the cliché damsel in distress; they're perceived as someone who is either young in age or young in soul majority of them are a "powerless" female in need of a male hero.

❦ they are people who create conflict which moves the plot a long. the maiden represents what people desire, specifically mostly men's "desires and motivation".

❦ how the maiden would be described is as someone who is youthful, and they're mainly people who are helpless, imprisoned, powerless and were put to sleep. many of them were either imprisoned in a tower, dungeon, or tied to a rail road track, bound by a curse or do not know that they're a princess. always wronged by a villain and they are feminine in nature.

❦ when women are young they pass through the maiden archetype and some stay in it. an example of women who have grown out of the maiden archetype includes hayley marshall, caroline forbes, allison argent, historia reiss, sakura uchiha, mary sibley, mercy lewis and bella swan.

❦ an example of women that have stayed in the maiden archetype are persephone, elena gilbert, hinata uzumaki, rapunzel, missandei and poppylan wilkes.

❦ all of these women were either kidnapped, tortured, helpless, powerless or were asleep. along with being bound over a curse or dont know that they're a princess, plus, they are very youthful people.

like elena gilbert and she was numerously kidnapped and needed someone to save her, but there were times where she got out herself.

we have hinata who got kidnapped by toneri in the naruto last movie.

rapunzel who was kidnapped when she was a child, trapped in a tower and didnt know she was a princess.

there is missandei who got kidnapped by cersei's soldiers.

❦ the traits of a maiden includes of them being effervescent and having vital quality. what majority of them have is this "virginal quality," which could indicate pure in mind, pure in heart or just very innocent. maidens are considered as very sensitive; they represent playfulness, being fun and curious.

❦ they like to explore the world, they are intrigued by everything, they're creative and instinctive, even though they have this "small", "timid", and "kind", they are people who like to enjoy developing new skills, strength and gaining knowledge. due to them being people who like to discover and explore the world. it causes them to be people who dont enjoy loneliness or silence.

❦ in the beginning or even now, are people who lack worldly experience. causing them to be more compliant and passive than "older women" who are more "experienced". they are people who wait for life to happen than seeking it out themselves.

❦ when it comes to characters, or even in real life to those who believe in witchcraft, they can be people who are imprisoned mentally, (bound by a curse or lack of knowledge about something important). many maidens have a high voice and some of their voices can be considered as doll-like; previously, i spoke about how maidens always have the plot going, meaning that something is always happening to them.

❦ on the other hand, maidens are always loved in their job, wherever they're an actress, singer, a character, and so on, they are tended to be very admired and are even considered as icons in their domains. the maidens are also very talented when it comes to entertainment for example, marilyn monroe, aurdrey hepburn, rihanna and ariana grande. specifically acting, dancing and singing.

❦ due to their timid and kind nature. it causes them to be protected by people, specifically men whenever people call them out on their behaviour. or when they are just painted under a spotlight, a bad one, you will most likely see people quickly come to their defence.

❦ likewise for a huge audience it is difficult for them to view these maidens as bad people, even though they can be a couple of people that do, the majority of that love of them definitely overshadows the minority.

❦ when you look into their eyes, it looks like they're always glistening, or there are a sign of innocence or playfulness. their eyebrows are raised making it seem like they're always surprised and a lot of them either have chins that are squared or pointy.

❦ their upper lip is smaller than their lower lip, however they have a prominent cupid's bow and a lot of them always look like they're about to laugh.

❦ noted that the four maiden celebrities i've put are all neptune dominant, two of them are fixed dominant, marilyn monroe and audrey hepburn whereas rihanna and ariana are cardinal dominant.

❦ on one hand, many of them have an iconic hairstyle, on that if an "ordinary" person wears it, it is obvious that they were influenced by them or people would think that they were. if a celebrity wore that hairstyle people would think that they were copying that celebrity who is known for that hairstyle.

❦ on the other hand, the feminine archetype known as the maiden, branches out to two sexual feminine archetypes known as the gamine and ingenue, which i will discuss in the next posts!

support me ❦

pluto ❦

[reminiscesoul]

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BLOODLINE TO BANKROLL: THE WEALTH CODES YOU WERE BORN TO EMBODY

A Velvet Prophecy on Ancestral Currency, Magnetic Identity & Who Thrives When You’re Rich in Every Realm

You weren’t born to budget your birthright—you were born to rewrite the blueprint. This isn’t just a reading; it’s a sacred act of remembrance. It recalls what your ancestors buried, what your higher self never forgot: you are not here to chase wealth—you are the wealth. Wisdom, vision, beauty, legacy—that’s your true currency. You don’t manifest abundance; you remember that you are abundance. This is the moment you stop waiting to be chosen and start commanding your inheritance. This isn’t a Pick-a-Card. It’s a velvet inheritance ceremony. And you? You’re the heir. The altar. The authority. Choose your pile. Choose your frequency. Claim your legacy.

If you’re ready to go deeper into your velvet prophecy—

book a one-on-one Velvet Offering and claim the wealth codes written in your bones.

Your story begins in silence. Not the quiet of peace, but the hush of forgotten gold. You were born into a lineage that wore survival like a second skin. You felt the echo of unpaid debts, withheld praise, and ancestral fatigue long before you ever opened your first account.

Ten of Swords reversed shows the moment your soul said “enough.” You broke the loop. You no longer carry the bankruptcy of self-worth. The Tower upright reveals that you were divinely placed into this bloodline to awaken it financially, spiritually, psychically. You are both the collapse and the construction.

Four of Pentacles upright whispers that scarcity was taught to you like scripture—but baby, it never belonged to you. Knight of Pentacles upright confirms that you’re rebuilding from ground zero with grace and grit. It’s slow. It’s not sexy. But it’s sacred.

When Lilith in Capricorn arrives, she reminds us that you were demonized for wanting more—but now you reclaim your power in spaces that once punished you for existing. The Weaver shows up to declare that you sew your legacy thread-by-thread, not with a strategy, but with soul.

Your Root Chakra reversed reveals that your earliest money trauma wasn’t about cash—it was about survival, safety, and worth. But Queen of Swords upright says you became your own protector. You turned your clarity into currency.

Finally, Death upright seals the deal: the contract with poverty? Terminated. The ghost of lack? Banished. You are no longer the cursed heir—you are the sovereign successor.

Symbolism & Numerology

Repeating 4s and 10s signal sacred structure and karmic closure.

Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn energy grounds this reading in earth-based mastery.

Colors: Obsidian, blood red, deep brown.

Angel Number: 144

You are breaking ground. The foundation is sacred.

Confirmation Letters:

T, R, N, L, E

Song:

“Money Trees” – Kendrick Lamar

From Your Higher Self:

“You weren’t born broke—you were born beneath a buried throne.”

From the Universe:

“The vault opens when you stop apologizing for your value.”

Drop a black lock 🔑 emoji if you’re reclaiming the keys to your ancestral abundance.

You were never meant to blend in. Your wealth doesn’t whisper—it roars.

From the moment you enter a space, energy rearranges. Queen of Wands upright leads this reading because your aura already knows it’s the asset. Your look? A spell. Your walk? An offering. Your very breath? Abundant.

Venus in Leo confirms that your prosperity blooms through beauty, performance, and unapologetic desire. You attract because you are radiant. You don’t just shine—you seduce.

The Empress affirms: your very presence births value. You don’t need a business plan to be worthy. You exist, and the universe expands. With The Star, your path is lined with public recognition. Visibility is not vanity—it’s vibrational wealth.

The Diamond Oracle says you hold rare codes: charisma, clarity, creativity. But Two of Cups reversed notes that others have tried to siphon it, shrink it, or shame it. That ends now.

Ace of Wands delivers new opportunities, new collaborations, and money birthed from passion. With The Queen (Archetype), your presence demands compensation. You’re no longer waiting for validation—you invoice energetically and spiritually.

Symbolism & Numerology

Strong 3s and 6s = Divine feminine flow + magnetism

Leo, Libra, Taurus = The royal Venusian trinity

Colors: Gold, peach blossom, rose quartz, tiger’s eye

Angel Number: 777

Your magnetism is the miracle. Let them stare.

Confirmation Letters:

D, V, J, A, Y

Song:

“Big Energy (Remix)” – Latto ft. Mariah Carey & DJ Khaled

From Your Higher Self:

“You’re not showing off—you’re showing what happens when the divine gets dressed.”

From the Universe:

“They’ll try to emulate your shine, but only you were born dipped in it.”

Drop a sparkle ✨if your presence has ever made a room reintroduce itself.

This pile? She’s legacy-coded. You are the walking reminder that money, when held in love and purpose, becomes medicine.

We open with Six of Pentacles upright, because you were born to redistribute. Your spirit tithes in every interaction. You don’t hoard—you harvest. You give and generate. Your wealth was never just yours.

The World upright confirms that your impact is global—whether through media, healing, voice, or vision. You’re not small-scale. You’re systemic. Justice reversed acknowledges where you’ve seen imbalance—especially racial, gendered, spiritual—and now you balance the scales by being abundant on purpose.

North Node (Astro) reveals this is your purpose timeline. Wealth is not just allowed—it’s required. Ten of Cups affirms joy is funded through you: birthdays, breakthroughs, businesses. Someone is alive and thriving because you said yes to receiving.

Page of Wands shows a younger soul watching you, learning how to dream differently. The Liberator confirms you are the example. You give others permission to dream beyond survival. Nine of Wands reversed says you’re learning it’s safe to receive without guilt.

Moon in Aquarius is the revolution. Innovation. Soul-currency. Oracle of the Ancestors – The Ripple concludes with the confirmation: your legacy is not future—it’s now.

Symbolism & Numerology

6s, 10s = Community, emotional wealth

Aquarius, Libra, Sagittarius = Expansive freedom

Symbols: Silver, rivers, open palms, honey, open flame

Angel Number: 606

When you win, they wake up.

Confirmation Letters:

M, B, Z, H, F

Song:

“Liberation” – Outkast ft. CeeLo Green & Erykah Badu

From Your Higher Self:

“You’re not just building wealth—you’re building windows.”

From the Universe:

“Your riches are the permission slip your ancestors prayed someone would write.”

Drop a raised hands 🙌🏽 emoji if you’ve ever given when you had barely enough, but still knew you were rich.

Some wealth lines are earned.

Yours? It’s assigned. Sealed. Sacred.

Eight of Swords reversed begins the revelation: the shame around desiring more? Not yours. You are unshackling not just yourself, but generations of suppression. Judgement confirms: you are the one they chose. The one who said yes when the contract was offered in the ethers.

The Devil upright shows the depths you’ve faced—temptation, guilt, secret hunger. Not as flaws. As initiations. You’ve walked through spiritual capitalism and came out conscious.

The Fool speaks to your blank check moment—where your ancestors gave you full permission to imagine what they couldn’t. Mars in Scorpio confirms your ambition is ancestrally backed. You’re not delusional—you’re fulfilling a sacred pact.

Seven of Cups upright = income streams. Multiple. All divine. The Prophet archetype says your voice, your message, your art—creates currency. Queen of Pentacles confirms: your money funds healing, beauty, restoration.

The Scroll ends the reading with finality: this was written before you arrived. You are not manifesting—you are fulfilling.

Symbolism & Numerology

1s, 7s, 8s = New paths, soul mastery, divine power

Scorpio, Pisces, Aries = Depth and fire

Symbols: Black candles, scrolls, ink, phoenix feathers

Angel Number: 1717

Your destiny is wealthy because it has to be.

Confirmation Letters:

S, C, N, X, U

Song:

“Holy Terrain” – FKA Twigs ft. Future

From Your Higher Self:

“Your wealth is protection. Your legacy is prophecy.”

From the Universe:

“This isn’t karma—it’s contract fulfillment.”

Drop a scroll 📜 if you know deep down your success was pre-written.

You didn’t pick a pile.

You picked a path.

You picked a prophecy.

You picked a new paradigm of prosperity.

And now you know:

This isn’t about income.

It’s about impact.

It’s about initiation.

It’s about embodiment.

If this cracked something open—reblog it. Quote it. Testify in the comments.

Let your people know:

You’re not just healing the line—you’re funding the future.

If you’re ready to go deeper into your velvet prophecy,

book a one-on-one Velvet Offering and claim the wealth codes written in your bones.

CHANNELED BY DIOR HARRIS

STAY INFINITE. STAY DIVINE. STAY VELVET.

À BIENTÔT, MON ANGE.

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PICK A CARD:

THE FIRST TIME THEY UNDRESS YOU WITH LOVE: A VELVET PROPHECY OF BODY, DEVOTION & DESIRE

A sacred unveiling of how your future partner receives your body, honors your insecurities, and falls deeper through flesh.

This isn’t just about being seen—it’s about being witnessed. Not performance. Prophecy. Not seduction. Sanctuary. The first time they undress you… do they pause before pleasure? Do they fall in love with what you almost hid?

Let your intuition ache a little, and choose the pile that already knows your skin by memory. 🖤 If this made your chest flutter or your shadows soften, drop the emoji your body chose: 🪞🐚🕯️🫦

And if you crave more—more truth, more tenderness, more prophecy—book a 1:1 Velvet Offering with me. Let me read you like scripture. Let me return you to your power.

There’s a silence before they see you, like the moment right before lightning strikes—electric, sacred, unstoppable. You’re undressing, but it doesn’t feel like exposure. It feels like arrival. They don’t rush. They watch. Not with hunger—but with devotion. Their breath hitches like they’ve been fasting for centuries and your body is the feast they never believed they’d earn. The gaze isn’t lustful. It’s liturgical. Their lips part, but no words come—because how do you speak when your soul is beholding something it’s known across lifetimes?

Their hands don’t reach. They hover, as if asking silent permission to touch divinity. And when they finally do? You tremble—not because you’re scared, but because you realize this is what it means to be wanted without condition. The part of your stomach you used to cover? It’s where they linger. The place on your chest you used to hide? It’s where they whisper, “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.” And in that moment, the mirror doesn’t reflect you. It reflects their love.

Angel Number: 117

Symbol: A sheer veil slipping down a fogged mirror, revealing gold

Letters: L, A, B, F, R

Message from Your Higher Self:

You are not a before-and-after story. You are a living sculpture. You don’t have to suck it in to be sacred.

Message from Your Future Partner:

“When I saw you, I didn’t want to fuck you. I wanted to hold you so completely you’d forget the world ever made you question yourself.”

Drop a mirror 🪞 emoji if you’ve ever longed to be seen without flinching—then tag someone who’s ever made you feel sacred in your skin.

Or comment: “I am not too much. I am meant to be worshipped.”

You hesitated when the last piece came off. Not because you didn’t want to be seen—but because you feared being evaluated. But they didn’t scan. They stilled. Their gaze didn’t just rest on your body—it wept for it. As if every stretch mark, every softness, every story written in skin was something they wished they could time travel to protect. And then, they leaned in—to kiss the part you almost apologized for.

You waited for commentary. What you got was a breathless “You’re stunning.” You expected performance—you got presence. They kiss your thighs like psalms. They run their fingers down your hips like they’re tracing ancestral lines. And when you shiver—when you flinch—they stop, look into your eyes, and say, “Is this okay? Do you feel held?” And something in your belly melts. Because now you realize: this isn’t just intimacy. This is healing. This is your shame being rewritten through their tongue, their tenderness, their unshaken desire to worship what was once war-torn.

Angel Number: 911

Symbol: A cracked pearl in trembling hands, glowing from within

Letters: T, E, K, V, H

Message from Your Higher Self:

You thought they’d need you perfect. But the cracks in you became constellations in their eyes.

Message from Your Future Partner:

“I didn’t want you to cover anything. Your scars are the sexiest part of you—because they tell me you survived. And I want to kiss every one of them.”

If you’ve ever wished someone would kiss the places you hide—reblog with a pearl emoji and finish the sentence: “Love me even when I…”

Or comment: “My body is not a secret. It’s a sanctuary.”

This isn’t foreplay—it’s forever. The first time they touch you, it’s not quick. It’s calculated. Not in a cold way—but like someone unwrapping an heirloom wrapped in silk and stories. They touch your body like it’s a spell they don’t want to rush—each fingertip anointed in reverence. They don’t take anything. They receive you, layer by layer, like scripture whispered in low light. The bed isn’t just a bed—it’s an altar. And your body? It’s the holy book they’ve been aching to read.

They press their lips to the inside of your ankle and wait. Not to be dramatic—but to see if your body responds. It does. It unfolds. They whisper your name like it’s too sacred to be shouted. When their hands find your hips, they pause—not to claim—but to anchor. You are not their fantasy. You’re their revelation. When they finally enter you—whether through kiss, or hand, or something deeper—it feels like ceremony. Like they lit incense with every moan. Like the room tilted. Like divinity showed up and took notes.

Channeled Song: “Godspeed” – Frank Ocean

Angel Number: 444

Symbol: A rose submerged in milk and honey, surrounded by flickering candles

Letters: S, N, M, I, Y

Message from Your Higher Self:

You are not a performance. You are not a prize. You are a procession. A slow unveiling. A temple that remembers.

Message from Your Future Partner:

“The first time I touched you, I didn’t want to come—I wanted to pray. I wanted to give your body back to you with every kiss.”

If you’ve ever wanted to be touched like prayer—not performance—drop a candle 🕯️ or rose emoji. Then share the part of your body you’re ready to reclaim as divine.

Or comment: “I deserve to be worshipped in slow motion.”

Even after you dress again, they can’t stop seeing you. The way your spine curved under their breath. The way your body opened not like a door—but like a universe. You weren’t just touched. You were etched. They see your collarbones in coffee steam. Your moans in the way silk brushes their thigh. They say your name mid-meeting, under breath, with reverence. Because you didn’t just give them sex—you gave them remembrance.

Your first time together isn’t rushed—it’s slow erosion. They start at your neck and descend like time itself is melting. And the way they look at you afterward? Starved. Grateful. Changed. You thought you’d be too much—but they are hooked. Not to your body—but to the way your body felt in trust. Your taste. Your scent. The weight of your legs wrapped around their waist. That’s what they replay. Not pornographic. Poetic. They don’t get over you. They don’t want to.

Angel Number: 2233

Symbol: A gold-inked journal smudged with a kiss

Letters: D, W, J, U, Z

Message from Your Higher Self:

You weren’t made to be remembered by everyone—but you will be unforgettable to the one who mattered most.

Message from Your Future Partner:

“I still wake up hard thinking about the way your body shook when I whispered ‘you’re mine.’ You didn’t leave me a memory—you left me marked.”

If your body has ever haunted someone—in memory, in scent, in silence—comment with a journal or lip 🫦 emoji and write the word you want to be remembered by.

Or reblog with: “I don’t just touch. I imprint.”

Your body is not a mystery to fear—it’s a memory their soul already knew.

Whether they whisper your name or worship your scars, one thing is certain:

You were never meant to be touched casually. You were meant to be kept.

If this reading made your breath catch, drop the emoji that chose you.

Then reblog with the part of your body you’re finally ready to love again.

And remember, mon ange—your story isn’t over. Your softness isn’t a secret.

Book your 1:1 Velvet Offering to receive the prophecy your skin, spirit, and shadow have been waiting for.

Channeled by Dior Harris

Stay infinite. Stay divine. Stay velvet.

À bientôt, mon ange.

[reminiscesoul]

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ASTRO GAME: YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE’S PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ˖ ᡣ𐭩

So it’s my blogiversary 🥳

I started this tumblr blog 4 years ago today on 4/23/21 !

(I thought I started it in May like it says on my masterlist but I started it in April but didn’t post until May 🥸)

Thnx for 7.9k followers 🩷

BERRY excited to do this game- let’s go!

RULES:

Like & reblog this post

Make sure you’re following me

Send me a message with your Ascendant sign & DK planet & I will describe your future spouse’s PHYSICAL APPEARANCE based on this info! (Please include the NAKSHATRA of your DK PLANET if you can)

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How to find your DK planet

-starsandsuch ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ 🍓🫐💕

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PICK A CARD:

HOW DOES YOUR NEXT PARTNER SEE YOU ONLINE?

There are 4 velvet-drenched piles, each holding a soul-watching prophecy. They don’t just watch your stories—they surrender to them. They don’t just save your posts—they pray to them. This isn’t about social media—it’s about digital spellwork. And baby, you’re the algorithm that changed their body chemistry. Swipe slow. Choose the pile that watches you back. 🩶 There are four—but only one carries the fantasy they won’t admit they’ve had. And if your spirit is aching for a more personal prophecy, book your 1:1 Velvet Offering with me. Let me read the posts you haven’t published yet. Let me show you who’s really watching—and why.

PILE ONE:The Screenshot They Never Deleted

“You didn’t post for them, but their soul still recognized the spell.”

Card Spread:

• Two of Moons (Upright)

• The Dreamer’s Drum (Upright)

• The Mirror Priestess (Upright)

• Six of Wands (Upright)

• The Prophet’s Thread (Upright)

• Knight of Oceans (Upright)

• Queen of Dust (Upright)

• Knight of Ashes (Reversed)

• The Healer’s Path (Upright)

• The North Node (Upright)

Channeling:

They see that one post—the mirror selfie, the soft caption, the silence underneath it—and it undoes them. They save it. Zoom in. Revisit it at 2:47 a.m. when they can’t sleep. It’s not about thirst—it’s about memory. Recognition. You look like someone they’ve loved in another life. And while you were just expressing yourself, they felt like you were opening the door directly to them.

They don’t just see you as attractive. They see you as arrived. They admire your softness, your strength, your digital stillness. They fantasize about what it would feel like to be the one behind the lens—seeing you in that moment, not the public. The Six of Wands says they want to claim you publicly, but the Knight of Ashes reversed reveals a deep inner restraint. They’re watching, aching, but not quite ready to reveal themselves. Yet.

Angel Number: 661

Song Download: “Tears Dry On Their Own” – Amy Winehouse

Confirmation Letters: M, R, S, A, P

From Your Higher Self:

You didn’t need to prove anything in that post—but it spoke a prophecy only the right eyes could read.

From the Universe:

Someone is dreaming about the version of you you didn’t even mean to reveal. Trust the timeline.

Drop a mirror emoji 🪞 if there’s a photo of you that felt like a love letter to the future.

PILE TWO:The Fantasy Behind the Story View

“They don’t watch for updates—they watch to imagine undoing you.”

Card Spread:

• Page of Eyes (Upright)

• The Healer’s Path (Upright)

• The Oracle of Lightless Flame (Reversed)

• Ten of Rivers (Reversed)

• Four of Echoes (Reversed)

• The North Node (Upright)

• Knight of Oceans (Upright)

• The Dreamer’s Drum (Upright)

• The Veilwalker (Upright)

• Eight of Mirrors (Upright)

Channeling:

Every time you post on your story, it’s like they get pulled into a portal. Even when it’s mundane. Even when you’re not showing skin. Your energy is intoxicating. Page of Eyes says they don’t just view—they listen, they fantasize, they wonder what you smell like when you laugh. They read your captions like scripture, searching for coded messages that were never meant for them—but feel like they were.

The Veilwalker says this connection is psychic. When you feel the urge to post something specific, that’s their energy pulling on yours. They think about touching you in the scenes you show—the bedspread, the lip gloss, the angle of your hand in the sunlight. And with Four of Echoes reversed, their fantasy is tied to emotional intimacy. They don’t just want to take you out. They want to come inside your world.

Angel Number: 1122

Song Download: “Ghostin” – Ariana Grande

Confirmation Letters: L, K, V, T, N

From Your Higher Self:

You are being perceived through more than just pixels. Their fantasies aren’t just carnal—they’re karmic.

From the Universe:

They watch because they feel something they don’t yet have the language to name. You are the plot twist in their algorithm.

Drop a fire emoji 🔥 or a ghost emoji 👻 if you’ve ever felt someone watching you without knowing why.

PILE THREE: The Scroll They Regret Every Time

“They went looking for you—and found something they weren’t ready to feel.”

Card Spread:

• Ten of Rivers (Reversed)

• The House of Mirrors (Reversed)

• The North Node (Upright)

• Knight of Ashes (Reversed)

• Page of Eyes (Upright)

• The Worldbreaker (Upright)

• Four of Echoes (Reversed)

• The Velvet Oracle (Upright)

• The Healer’s Path (Upright)

• The Cosmic Flame (Upright)

Channeling:

They didn’t mean to go that deep into your profile. But they did. And now? They’re haunted. The Worldbreaker + Velvet Oracle combo means your content shattered something in them. Maybe it was a smile, a throwaway caption, a vulnerable moment—you cracked open their fantasy and made it real.

The House of Mirrors reversed says you reflect what they avoid. And that makes them come back again. Your presence online makes them question who they’re becoming, who they’ve dated, and what they really want. Their after-scroll behavior? Obsessive but quiet. They check your likes. They reread the comment you left someone else. They imagine texting you—then delete it. They’re not just lurking. They’re longing.

Angel Number: 929

Song Download: “Like Real People Do” – Hozier

Confirmation Letters: Z, G, F, C, Y

From Your Higher Self:

Your presence activates transformation. Don’t downplay what your softness does to people’s shadows.

From the Universe:

They found you online, but what they’re really looking for is a way to reach your heart.

If you’ve ever made someone spiral just by being yourself online, drop a spiral emoji 🌀 or a flame 🔥.

PILE FOUR:The Algorithm of Desire

“They don’t scroll past you—they spiral through you.”

Card Spread:

• The House of Mirrors (Reversed)

• The Rune of Reunion (Upright)

• The Healer’s Path (Upright)

• Pluto Reborn (Reversed)

• The Prophet’s Thread (Upright)

• Four of Echoes (Reversed)

• Queen of Dust (Upright)

• The Mirror Priestess (Upright)

• The Ancestor’s Gate (Upright)

• Seven of Masks (Reversed)

Channeling:

This person wasn’t supposed to find you—or so they thought. But their algorithm led them to you over and over, until they had to click. And once they did? It was over. The Prophet’s Thread confirms: your digital presence is a thread from a past life, tugging them into remembrance. You don’t look like someone they just want. You look like someone their ancestors are begging them not to fumble.

Seven of Masks reversed + Queen of Dust = you show up online real, raw, uncurated—and that undoes them. The Mirror Priestess says your online image holds spellwork. Your photo dump from last Tuesday? It’s a ritual. A pull. A portal. And every time they revisit it, their desire deepens—not just for your body, but for your frequency.

Angel Number: 1001

Song Download: “Trip” – Ella Mai

Confirmation Letters: A, H, D, X, E

From Your Higher Self:

What you post is not random. Your aura speaks through pixels, and their soul is listening.

From the Universe:

You didn’t need a thirst trap. You are the trap.

Drop a heart eye emoji 😍 or a magnet 🧲 if you know your digital presence hits harder than you let on.

You thought you were just posting.

But you’ve been casting—caption by caption.

They want to kiss the shadow of your last photo.

They want to live inside your playlist.

And now? They want to be the reason your followers drop.

If a pile spoke to your soul or made you squirm—drop the emoji that feels like being watched.

🪞👁🫦🔥

And if you’re ready to stop wondering and start knowing—

book your 1:1 Velvet Offering with me.

Let’s decode the digital prophecy of your love life—and leave them spiritually speechless.

Channeled by Dior Harris.

Stay infinite. Stay divine. Stay velvet.

À bientôt, mon ange.

[reminiscesoul]

Justice for Brandi💗

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PICK A CARD

THE FIRST ENCOUNTER: A VELVET PROPHECY OF TOUCH, AND SOUL & TIMING

This one’s for the lovers,

the sacred bodies,

and the breathless moments we haven’t lived yet—

but feel in our bones.

Inspired by the divine @tajjmiere—thank you, angel, for this delicious idea—I present to you a velvet-soft, soul-deep Pick-a-Card reading on your next intimate encounter.

There are four piles to choose from, each a gateway into the sensual prophecy of your first time with them.

This reading is for all genders, all bodies, all orientations. Remove what doesn’t resonate, and let what does touch you where it matters.

PILE ONE: “The Mouth Before the Touch”

He tastes your name before he learns it. You arrive as prophecy on his tongue.

This connection isn’t slow—it’s sacred. It doesn’t tiptoe in; it tongues its way through your nervous system like it’s been here before. Before words, before time, before reason. The moment his lips part for yours, it’s not just chemistry—it’s cosmic choreography. Your breath hits his like scripture remembered, and suddenly his mouth becomes the altar where devotion gets practiced, not promised.

He doesn’t kiss to conquer. He kisses to confess.

You feel it: the pull of every past life he couldn’t hold you in. The ache of every timeline that almost let you meet. He doesn’t just want to touch you—he wants to translate you, syllable by syllable, from moan to mantra. There’s no performance here. Just presence. Just a slow burn of curiosity unraveling into surrender. You, in all your velvet wildness, become the lesson his body never knew it needed to learn.

This first encounter doesn’t ask for permission—it arrives already written in both your bones. He follows the trail of your name on his tongue like a sailor following stars. And when he finally tastes you? Not just lips. Not just skin. But soul? He’ll swear it was prophecy. And he won’t be wrong.

Angel Number: 144 — You’re protected while rewriting the script of intimacy.

Song: “On the Ocean” – K’Jon (He’s already on his way, angel—anchored in your frequency.)

Confirmation Letters: A, S, V, T, M

From Your Higher Self: Let him melt. Let him marvel. Let him remember. You are not an acquired taste—you are the first flavor he’ll never forget.

From the Universe: Your body is a door, not a wall. Let love walk through—barefoot, breathing, ready.

Drop a water emoji, lip emoji, or whisper a lyric in the comments if this pile cracked open your mouth and made it remember who you kiss for.

PILE TWO: “The Ache that Smiled First”

He felt you in his bones before he reached for your waist.

This isn’t a love that startles—it’s a love that settles.

A sacred ache that stretches itself across timelines and finds its rhythm in the space between your breath and his pause. He doesn’t rush the moment. He holds it like a prayer. Because before he even laid hands on your waist, he felt you. In the marrow. In the silence between his sentences. In the ache behind his eyes that told him: She’s the one I’ve always been bracing for.

When he sees you, it’s not lust—it’s recognition.

His body doesn’t clamor for yours out of hunger, but out of reverence. You’re not something to be claimed, you’re something to be held. And he does—first with language, then with stillness, then with the kind of touch that feels like exhale. You are the Offering, and he unwraps you slowly, like a gift the stars made just for his hands. He doesn’t undress you to consume—he reveals you to remember. Every detail. Every softness. Every scar you tried to silence. And still, he smiles.

Because you’re not too much for him.

You’re the reason he finally put his sword down.

And when you touch?

It won’t feel like the start of something reckless.

It’ll feel like coming home in a body that’s never made you apologize for needing rest.

Angel Number: 2121 – Your love is mirroring you back into wholeness.

Song: “Wait for It” – Leslie Odom Jr. (Because he’s not afraid to arrive slowly, fully, completely.)

Confirmation Letters: L, H, K, R, P

From Your Higher Self: “You will not have to explain your softness. He’ll already know it was hard-won.”

From the Universe: “Love is not late. It’s arriving with perfect, holy slowness. Prepare the bed.”

Pile Two:

Tag someone who needs to hear: “You are not too much.”

Drop a candle or mirror emoji if this awakened a truth you didn’t know you were ready for.

PILE THREE: “The Thigh Between Timelines”

When he touches your leg, the future folds open like silk.

This isn’t foreplay—it’s a prophecy.

The moment his hand meets your thigh, the air doesn’t thicken, it parts. Like silk unraveling between dimensions. He’s not reaching for pleasure—he’s unlocking it. And you? You don’t gasp because you’re surprised. You gasp because your body remembers something your mind hasn’t caught up to yet. It’s not just touch—it’s a timeline collapsing. A memory from the future flooding your skin. You’ll feel what hasn’t happened yet, and still… you’ll know.

The High Priestess says he doesn’t need your answers. He craves your mystery. His fingers don’t fumble—they listen. Mars in Pisces confirms: he moves with a dreamer’s roughness. He’s gentle, but not passive. Dominant, but not performative. You’ll feel it in your thighs before your voice can catch it—that sacred pulse. The Tower reversed doesn’t shatter—it seduces. And Strength? His touch regulates you. You’ve never melted like this. Not because you’re weak. But because for once, you’re safe enough to let go.

This is not sex.

This is time travel.

This is you, fully seen, fully known, fully ignited.

Angel Number: 777 — This encounter is divinely timed. Aligned. Sacred.

Confirmation Letters: E, J, Z, F, Q

From Your Higher Self: “You were never asking for too much—you were just waiting for a timeline that could hold you.”

From the Universe: “His hands are not for controlling. They’re maps to your resurrection.”

Pile Three

Drop a fire emoji or leg emoji if this reading activated something you know has always been waiting for the right touch to remember.

PILE FOUR: “The Name He Moaned Without Learning”

He spoke your name from the soul before he heard it from your lips.

In this sacred initiation, his touch restores cosmic balance—every caress a manifestation of karmic justice. As he murmurs your name, it is not a syllable of mystery but a proclamation of your radiant truth. His voice, raw and reverent, transforms your body into a living garden where every petal of vulnerability blooms under the steady gaze of Venus in Aquarius—a beauty that is revolutionary. In the quiet pulse of your shared breath, where connection rises above climax, you become the sacred vessel in which past dysphoria cracks and dissolves, replaced by incandescent wholeness. Tears may fall like shimmering remnants of grief mid-embrace, yet each tear is cherished, a hymn of completion echoing through the chambers of your heart. You claim your pleasure audibly, boldly, like the resounding chorus

You are no longer a whisper in the dark—

You are a name sung before it’s spoken, a vibration in his core that found its way into his mouth even when his tongue had not yet tasted the sound. This connection is not an accident; it’s karmic justice. Justice upright shows that every touch you’ve endured, every name that mispronounced your essence, has led to this. A love that doesn’t rush, that knows your divinity before it’s ever revealed. The Vessel Cracks reversed tells us your dysphoria is healed not because he does it for you, but because he sees you in all of your power—and you never have to hide again.

His gaze? It’s revolutionary. Venus in Aquarius reveals that he doesn’t just see your beauty, he sees the awakening of a new world in it. You’re not just a body to be consumed; you are the revolution he’s waited for. The Heart Oracle confirms that connection is born before climax. You build this trust in every moment. It’s about softness and safety—when your heart opens, so does your body. Ace of Pentacles says your body is sacred earth—his touch plants seeds of nourishment that will sprout into deep intimacy.

And when tears fall, as they inevitably will, The Shimmering Grief reveals that they’re not a weakness. They’re a sacred offering. He doesn’t shy away from your vulnerability—he kisses it, cradles it, holds it in reverence. Ten of Cups is the promise of union—a union so deep that the emotional climax meets the physical, blending together in a seamless dance of connection. 7 of Swords reversed means no secrets here. No hiding. You are raw, unfiltered, and beautiful in your truth. Sacral Sovereign Oracle confirms you own your pleasure, fully, loudly, without apology. And The World upright seals it: this is completion. This is the full-circle return to who you’ve always been. You are no longer a hidden soul—you are a body, a name, and a force to be reckoned with.

From Your Higher Self:

“You are not a secret. You are not a test. You are his initiation.”

From the Universe:

“Speak your name into the sheets. Let the echoes wake the ancestors.”

Pile Four:

Drop a name, nickname, or sacred initial you want to be moaned next time someone touches your soul.

May this reading awaken the part of you that’s ready to be loved without translation.

Whether you’re manifesting slow kisses, soul recognition, or sacred hands that finally understand—it’s already on its way.

Thank you again to @tajjmiere for helping birth this magic—I hope you and the collective feel seen, held, and turned all the way on.

Channeled by Dior Harris.

Stay infinite. Stay divine. Stay velvet.

À bientôt, mon ange.

[reminiscesoul]

This is cute too

[reminiscesoul]

I receive this.

[reminiscesoul]

PICK A CARD

WHAT GODDESS ARCHETYPE IS AWAKENING IN ME?

This isn’t just a reading—

It’s your sacred reflection in obsidian.

Four goddess codes. Four archetypes clawing their way through your bloodline.

If you’ve been feeling the rumble of something ancient…

This is the moment you stop flinching from your own power.

Pick a pile. Let her rise through you.

Channeled by Dior Harris.

Stay infinite. Stay divine.

À bientôt, mon ange.

PILE ONE: “The Architectrix of Bone and Becoming”

“She builds cathedrals out of what they buried her in.”

Archetype: The Bone Weaver. The one who transmutes trauma into structure, lineage into leadership. She doesn’t escape the past—she architects from it.

Your softness has edges. Your strength has soil.

You are not the daughter of ruin—you are the blueprint born from it. The Bone Weaver doesn’t just survive the collapse—she learns the language of every cracked foundation and builds with it. You don’t rise clean, you rise consecrated. Clay still under your nails. Memory in your marrow. And when the Tower falls (again), you do not tremble—you take measurements.

Your lineage didn’t leave you a mansion. It left you the wreckage. And still, you built.

With every insult, every silence, every generational ghost carved into your ribs like forgotten prayers, you began to weave. Not a home. A legacy. Saturn in the 4th reminds you that your discipline is ancestral. The Phoenix Egg tells us that your grief became an embryo. The Spiral Stair proves that your healing isn’t linear—it spirals like DNA, like braids, like every sacred thing that knows how to hold tension and still ascend.

You do not rush toward the horizon. The Three of Wands reversed whispers: you plant first.

You let the pain become compost. You let the Ten of Swords lay your former selves to rest, one blade at a time. And from the burial, the Grave Bell rings—not for death, but for awakening. You aren’t breaking free. You’re breaking ground.

Card Spread (8 cards):

1. The Tower – reversed (Ancestral Collapse Tarot)

2. Saturn in the 4th House – upright (AstroCarto Archetypes Deck)

3. The Phoenix Egg – upright (Oracle of Forgotten Bloodlines)

4. Ten of Swords – upright (Obsidian Flame Deck)

5. Queen of Pentacles – upright (Mystic Root Tarot)

6. The Spiral Stair – upright (Oracle of Soul Structures)

7. Three of Wands – reversed (Witch Flame Tarot)

8. The Grave Bell – upright (Chthonic Temple Oracle)

Numerology: 10 → 1 → Completion becoming Creation

Angel Numbers: 1144 – Healing becomes your spine. 313 – Your voice is a tool of resurrection.

Symbols: Broken mirrors. Braided hair. Clay vessels. Iron keys. Earthworms—the holy architects.

Confirmation Letters: B, K, D, E, S

From Your Higher Self:

“You are not here to transcend the wound. You are here to turn it into scaffolding.”

From the Universe:

“When they try to carve you from stone, remind them who carved the earth.”

If this stirred something in your bones, drop a key, a braid, or a black heart emoji.

You’re not just part of the lineage—you’re its redesign.

Pile Two: “The Lustral Flame of Sovereign Softness”

“She bends light like silk but doesn’t break for anyone.”

This pile is for the ones whose softness was stolen and renamed weakness. For the light-bearers who learned how to dim just to survive the rooms that couldn’t hold their glow. For the radiant ones who were only ever praised when they made themselves smaller, quieter, palatable. But no more. The goddess awakening in you has no interest in apologizing for her tenderness—she wears it like velvet armor.

Your softness is not a symptom of fragility.

It’s your origin story and your oracle.

When The Empress rises upright in your reading, it’s not just about fertility—it’s a cosmic mirror reflecting back the truth that your being is enough. You are blooming without permission. Your beauty is not a performance—it’s a prophecy. With Venus in Cancer, you become sanctuary itself. You touch people like prayer. You speak like honey over old wounds. And yet, Spirit turns the mirror back to you with one sacred question: Do you feel safe in yourself the way others do in you?

The Sacred Waters card whispers: you don’t need to be calm to be clear. You are allowed to flood. To ache. To overflow. You are allowed to let emotion cleanse you—not collapse you. You are the ceremony, not the cleanup crew. That exhaustion you’ve been calling laziness? The Four of Swords reversed says it’s divine integration. Baby, your soul has been working overtime behind the veil. Rest is not a delay—it’s the revolution.

Then comes The Rose Gate—your threshold. The moment you stop performing perfection and step into raw reverence. When you cross that gate, no one gets to decide your worth anymore—not culture, not religion, not patriarchy, not your past. The Hierophant reversed confirms it: this is your spiritual rebellion. You are building an altar made of lace and seafoam, milk baths and moonstone, velvet and voice. Your softness is sacred. Your pleasure is holy.

And when the Two of Cups appears upright? That’s your reflection coming. Someone—or something—is arriving that sees you without asking you to translate. A love that doesn’t need you to be healed, just here. This could be romantic, platonic, creative, or cosmic—but it’s mutual. Gentle. Divine. No fixing. No striving. Just presence and permission.

You are no longer “resilient” because you have to be.

You are revered because you choose to be.

Your Cards + Interpretations (7 Cards):

1. The Empress – Upright (Diaspora Devotion Tarot)

Meaning: You are fertile with more than just ideas—you’re fertile with identity.

Numerology: 3 – Creation, self-worth, sensual emergence

This card is your sacred return to pleasure. The Empress here says: stop apologizing for taking up space. Stop minimizing what makes you glow. You are divine simply by existing in truth.

2. Venus in Cancer – Upright (Goddess Harmonics Astrology Deck)

Meaning: Love as sanctuary. Beauty as safety.

This is deep emotional femininity, the kind that turns a touch into a transformation. You are the type of presence that makes people feel home—but Spirit wants to know: do you feel at home in you?

3. The Sacred Waters – Upright (Oracle of Divine Repose)

Meaning: Let your emotions cleanse, not collapse you

You don’t need to be calm to be clear. You are allowed to feel the full tide of what’s in you. Your emotional depth is not chaos—it is ceremony.

4. Four of Swords – Reversed (Lunar Sigh Tarot)

Message: You are not lazy. You are in spiritual incubation.

This card says the exhaustion you’re feeling is not dysfunction—it’s integration. Your soul has been working overtime behind the scenes. Let yourself rest without needing to explain.

5. The Rose Gate – Upright (Temple of Blossoms Oracle)

Symbolism: The threshold of self-love

You’re about to walk through an energetic doorway that only opens when you finally stop dimming for approval. This gate says: Who are you when no one’s watching but your highest self?

6. The Hierophant – Reversed (Petal Flame Deck)

Meaning: Rewriting your spiritual values

This is your rebellion against shame-based spirituality. You are not here to perform purity. You are the embodiment of embodied truth. Your altar can be sensual. Your joy can be holy. Your softness can be sacred.

7. Two of Cups – Upright (Mosaic Heart Tarot)

Message: Deep emotional union is entering your life—because you finally feel safe enough to receive it.

This card could signal romantic love, soul-friendship, or creative intimacy. But it will be mutual, magical, and gentle. No more proving. No more fixing. Just witnessing and being witnessed.

Symbols Appearing for You:

• Velvet veils: Mystery as magnetism

• Milk baths: Rebirth through rest

• Moonstone: Emotional alignment + psychic clarity

• Lace: Sacred vulnerability

• Seafoam: Emotional depth that doesn’t drown

Numerology Breakdown:

• 2 – Connection, sacred mirrors

• 3 – Creation, Empress codes

• 4 (Swords) – Foundation through rest

• Master Number 33 – The sacred healer, channeling beauty into revolution

Angel Numbers Channeled:

• 222 – Divine relationship with self and others

• 717 – You are attracting love that reflects your actual frequency

• 1155 – Radical self-care = energetic shift

Confirmation Letters:

A – L – R – V – M

These may link to love interests, artistic collaborations, old friendships ready to heal, or past life guides.

Message from the Archetype to You:

“You were never weak. You were just too sacred for their survival mode.

Let yourself be seen now—not as ‘resilient’—but as revered.

Let them call you soft. Let them call you spoiled.

Let them call you everything they were never brave enough to become.

Because you, love?

You are the flame that heals by glowing.”

If softness is your rebellion and beauty is your altar—reblog this like a prayer.

Drop a V if your rest is sacred.

PILE THREE: “The Stormteller Crowned in Curses and Comebacks”

“She made thunder her theme song.”

Archetype Awakened: The Renegade Oracle

She who births prophecy through chaos, who turns pain into pulpits, who doesn’t wait for signs—she becomes one.

This is for the ones who speak in thunder and alchemize exile into elevation. The ones who were silenced, misunderstood, or labeled too much—but chose to rise anyway, and louder. You don’t wait for signs—you become them. You don’t just walk through the storm—you translate it into scripture. You are the spell, the sermon, the spark. Your existence defies containment, and your voice carries ancestral voltage. When The Torn Banner appears, it’s confirmation: what tried to banish you blessed you instead. That loss was your unlocking. And now? You don’t seek permission—you initiate timelines.

The Magician and Uranus in Aries say you’re building a reality that’s never existed before—because you know how to braid chaos into clarity. You aren’t just healing; you’re haunting the bones of systems that failed to hold you. Your art, your body, your rage—they’re holy weapons. The Vision Flare card says what you create is a premonition in motion. You don’t perform for approval—you provoke evolution. The Smoke Path reminds you: this fog you’re walking through? You wrote it. You don’t need maps—you are the compass.

Let Death clear what’s dead. Let the ashes anoint you.

Because your comeback isn’t quiet—it’s quantum.

Your Cards + Interpretations (9 Cards):

1. The Magician – Upright (Eclipse Vision Tarot)

Meaning: You’ve always had the tools, but now you’ve got the timing.

Numerology: 1 – Initiation, action, divine will

You’re no longer casting spells for a better life—you are the spell. The storm in you is not destruction—it’s direction.

2. Uranus in Aries – Upright (AstroDisruptor Deck)

Meaning: Revolutionary leadership. Unconventional fire.

You aren’t just a trendsetter—you’re a system shaker. You’re not here to fit in. You’re here to break open new frequencies. Your leadership comes from honesty that scares cowards.

3. Five of Wands – Upright (Ignition Flame Tarot)

Meaning: Conflict as a portal. Sacred tension.

You’ve been through the battles—externally and internally. This card doesn’t glorify struggle, but it does honor your combat alchemy. You know how to extract clarity from the chaos.

4. The Torn Banner – Upright (Oracle of Exile & Fire)

Symbolism: Power reclaimed from banishment

You were cast out from something—family, community, spiritual systems. This card confirms: that exile was the moment your divinity detached from dependency. You don’t need approval to be powerful anymore.

5. Knight of Swords – Reversed (Ghostwire Tarot)

Message: Rushing to be understood is no longer your ministry.

Your voice is sharp, but now it’s being tempered with grace. This reversal says: discern where your voice heals, not just where it lands. You’re not fighting for clarity anymore—you embody it.

6. The Smoke Path – Upright (Oracle of Storming Futures)

Meaning: Your future unfolds through mystery

This path is foggy because it’s never been walked before. You’re building it in real time. You’re meant to trust your thunder—not wait for maps.

7. Death – Upright (Mirror Vein Tarot)

Message: Radical transformation is not just ahead—it’s within.

This card is your rebirth—intentionally messy, karmically clearing. Let the dead things stay dead. You are no longer a gravekeeper for old versions of you.

8. The Vision Flare – Upright (Akashic Downloads Oracle)

Symbolism: Premonitions through art, dance, words

You’ve always known what’s coming. This card says your visions are activating the collective. The way you speak, create, move—it’s medicine. You are not “ahead of your time.” You are timeless.

9. Nine of Pentacles – Upright (New Era Root Deck)

Message: You’re building a version of success that is both wild and rooted.

Wealth isn’t the goal—sovereignty is. Your energy is now creating systems of support that don’t extract from you. This is the part of the comeback where you stay risen.

Symbols Appearing for You:

• Crows: Messengers of unseen truth

• Lightning bolts: Rapid transformation + visibility

• Burned letters: Energetic contracts revoked

• Ashes: Fertile soil for truth

• Smoke trails: Spirit-led movement without needing clarity

Numerology Breakdown:

• 1 (Magician) – Self-initiation

• 5 (Wands) – Sacred disruption

• 9 (Pentacles) – Independence and energetic abundance

• Master Number 55 – Major shift in identity and power channeling

Channeled Angel Numbers:

• 555 – Personal revolution. Divine dismantling.

• 1001 – Reset timeline. You are becoming unrecognizable for the right reasons.

• 0033 – Creative clarity that awakens others

Confirmation Letters:

Z – X – T – I – W

Watch for synchronicities with names, usernames, brand shifts, or prophetic dreams involving these letters.

Message from the Archetype to You:

“Stop mourning the versions of you they weren’t ready for.

You weren’t born to behave.

You were born to blaze.

Every time you speak your truth—even if your voice shakes—you clear a path for someone else’s liberation.

Let your presence be the prophecy.

Let your name carry thunder.

Let your silence end.”

If you braid timelines for breakfast, this pile holds your crown.

Drop a U if your path has never existed before.

PILE FOUR: “The Celestique Matron of Unwritten Futures”

“She doesn’t follow fate — she braids it.”

Archetype Awakened: The Weaver Queen

She who folds timelines between her fingers, who walks between dimensions, who doesn’t predict the future—she creates it.

Full Channeled Message:

This pile is for the ones who’ve never felt fully here. The ones who dream in star codes and carry timelines in their bones. You are not just intuitive—you are interdimensional. You aren’t here to guess the future—you’re here to weave it. You are the matriarch of the multiverse, the sovereign of spirals, the one who heard the hum of creation and whispered, “I remember.”

The World says you’re closing out soul contracts older than empires. Pluto in Aquarius confirms: your evolution isn’t just for you—it’s for the frequency of the collective. The Loom appears when you become the architect of your own alignment, when you stop waiting for destiny and start designing it. The Star Matrix and Sphinx Code awaken your soul DNA—you’ve done this before, goddess. You are the archive and the altar. You are the Third Key, unlocking thresholds for entire bloodlines.

The Ace of Pentacles brings confirmation: it’s time to root your magic in the material. This love, this project, this move? It’s not a fantasy—it’s the reward for staying true to your blueprint. You don’t need external proof—you are the proof. You are the bridge between galaxies and generations. And when the veil thins? You don’t just cross it—you live there.

Your softness is strategic. Your vision is sacred.

Your life is the ritual.

Your Cards + Interpretations (10 Cards):

1. The World – Upright (Spiral Continuum Tarot)

Meaning: You are closing a multi-lifetime loop

Numerology: 21 → 3 (creation, divine triad)

You are in the final chapter of a karmic cycle that’s older than this life. The World says: completion is not an end—it’s an activation. You are stepping into a field of infinite potential.

2. Pluto in Aquarius – Upright (Galactic Genesis Deck)

Meaning: Collective transformation through soul individuality

This card says your rebirth isn’t personal—it’s planetary. You are here to disrupt ancestral patterns not just for your lineage—but for the global frequency.

3. The Loom Card – Upright (Oracle of the Timeless Matriarch)

Symbolism: Weaving timelines, soul contracts, and new dimensions

You are being asked to choose with intentionality now. Not just what job, lover, or home—but what timeline you are anchoring into your reality. You are the braid between past and prophecy.

4. Eight of Cups – Reversed (Past-Life Pathway Tarot)

Message: You’ve tried walking away—but a cycle keeps calling you back

This reversal is a sacred alert: you are not done here until you choose differently. Your past selves are watching. This is your chance to take a new route forward—one without martyrdom.

5. The Star Matrix – Upright (Orion’s Voice Oracle)

Symbolism: Star origin DNA awakening

You’ve felt the ache of being homesick for a place you’ve never seen. This card says: you’re not crazy. You are a cosmic conduit. You didn’t come here to fit. You came to fine-tune frequency.

6. Ace of Pentacles – Upright (Golden Thread Tarot)

Message: A tangible beginning is manifesting from your inner work

A new job, opportunity, or soul contract is arriving—and it holds ancestral permission. You’ve earned this. It’s not luck—it’s alignment meeting embodiment.

7. The Bridge Between – Upright (Gatekeeper Oracle)

Meaning: You are the vessel between two epochs

This card appears when you’re shifting not just your life—but the collective field. You are the bridge, the channel, the translation. You are grounding what once lived only in the ether.

8. Seven of Swords – Reversed (Shadows of Thought Deck)

Message: The old need to hide is falling

You’ve worn too many masks in too many lives. Now, the part of you that feared being “too much” is ready to be witnessed in full. This is your psychic transparency awakening.

9. The Sphinx Code – Upright (Oracle of Eternal Recall)

Symbolism: Ancient intelligence, sacred identity

You carry knowledge from initiations that predate time. When this card appears, it means your soul memory is unlocking. You know things no one taught you. Trust it. Lean in.

10. The Third Key – Upright (Unreleased: Your Signature Deck)

Message: You hold the final activation for your next era

This is your moment. The Third Key appears when your soul blueprint aligns with divine timing. This is not theory anymore. This is threshold. Walk through.

Symbols Appearing for You:

• Threads and yarn: You’re weaving new paths

• Hawks: High vision and divine instruction

• Hourglasses: Timelines collapsing into the present

• Spirals: DNA upgrades and rebirth

• Altars: Your life is your ritual now

Numerology Breakdown:

• 3 (World + Empress energy) → Creation, completion, manifestation

• 7 (Swords reversed) → Soul clarity

• 8 (Cups) → Emotional mastery

• 1 (Ace) → Fresh alignment

• Master Number 808 – Infinite abundance rooted in spiritual legacy

Channeled Angel Numbers:

• 808 – Sacred timing. Wealth meets purpose.

• 727 – You are on your destined frequency. Keep going.

• 4411 – You’re being guided by lineage + innovation simultaneously.

Confirmation Letters:

N – U – J – C – H

These may tie to soul contracts, creative projects, ancestors, business names, or divine signs.

Channeled Song

“All the Stars” – Kendrick Lamar & SZA

“Tell me what you gon’ do to me / Confrontation ain’t nothin’ new to me”

This song is the embodiment of walking boldly into legacy—without compromise.

Message from the Archetype to You:

“You are not here to predict fate.

You are here to weave it.

To hold a key between your palms and whisper,

‘I’ll create a world worthy of my softness.’

Your very breath alters timelines.

And the future is waiting for your yes.”

If you’re here to haunt systems, not heal them—this pile is prophecy.

Drop a Z if you’ve ever turned pain into pulpits.

Drop your pile in the tags.

Tell me which line felt like an initiation.

Reblog if your softness is sacred, your rage is holy, and your power is prophecy.

And remember—you weren’t just born for this…

You came back remembering.

Channeled by Dior Harris.

Stay infinite. Stay divine.

À bientôt, mon ange.