#Resolving Spiritual Confusion

[vexxandra]

what is coming? (timeless pick-a-card)

for those who need comfort, or dream of the future, this might be the pac for you ☆ 3-17-23 .

PILE ONE ; " i'm so tired " ...

how long have you been keeping yourself awake? it's up to you to decide whether that statement was metaphorical or literal, but the point still stands. can't catch sleep? it's not your fault. you don't have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, you deserve to rest. sleep is a blessing that you will catch up on soon. the mistakes of your past shouldn't stop you from rejuvenating yourself. i'm sorry this relief from life has been taken from you.

i can see that what's coming toward you is more closure. conflicts being resolved, and action being taken to prevent future problems from happening. peace is coming, and more spiritual peace- however you may find it. you are finding what is lost or missing; a confidant, a part of yourself you lost, or a sense of responsibility. this will make you feel a little less confused in this dark time. whatever you find, make sure it benefits you, not hinders you.

extra: the number 7 or 16, cheerleading, studying, driving/cars, violent - carolesdaughter, the need to please, disappointment, "you are more than your thoughts, more than your past" green, spring months, gaming to cope, betrayal, "you deserve love because you exist"

PILE TWO ; " i am fighting " ...

you are so strong. your strength is commendable, and so is your resolve. you are making me smile. things seem to be good for you right now, but have they always? no one is born to be so resilient, it's our experiences that shape us to be who we are, and yours have molded you into a warrior, pile two. you are so strong, have you heard that before? i feel like you don't get recognized enough. but you suffered, and i see that. i see that, and i see you. thank you, for never giving up.

stability is reaching you. i feel like you have a 'fake it till you make it mindset' in order to reach what you truly want. but i see that you will soon have whatever you desire. it will be unmistakably yours, and you'll know in your heart when you find it. you will be emotionally fulfilled, and reach a state of kind of 'enlightenment' where you're like, i know what im doing now, it all makes sense. it will be a moment where everything clicks, and everything settles down.

extra: pink, red, gold, orange, chains of pearls, instruments, stuffy, nostalgia, memories like the color yellow, may, june, 2018, "this feels right", back to the future/past, vintage, aesthetic, dream girl vibes, photos, "everything is okay"

PILE THREE ; " where is the sun ? " ...

you have lost your sun, pile three. you remind me of a sunflower, looking for the sun to turn to, but what happens if the sun isn't there? you are aimless and lost, trying to find what has been stolen from you. but it hasn't, has it? it's time to take off your lenses, and realize that this isn't healthy. you have been stuck in a cycle for a while, and i feel like you kind of actually trap yourself in it. i get it, it's better to be trapped than face the reality. but is the pain you're causing yourself really worth it? please find strength in yourself to break free. trust me, it's better than staying. im rooting for you, pile three.

what's coming toward you is the strength to pull yourself out of this negative situation. i see you putting yourself first, and sparing yourself of further heartbreak, disappointment, and sadness. i can see that this will sort of be a tower moment for you; the tower has always been shaky, but it's only now that you are fleeing from it, and i'm proud of you. it's hard, but you can do it. after, you might find yourself stuck in your own thoughts secondguessing, but you did the right thing. never forget that. i also see someone of importance entering your life, a little after this.

extra: dont worrry darling, omori, pink beats, neurodivergence, black, alternative culture, crosses, pinky promises, mother figure, chocolate, willy wonka and the chocolate factory, balloons, lamps, llamas, "why would you leave me?", "because i couldn't stay", polish

[heaven444child]

Angels Reading ♥️

Message from your ancestors ❤️

which pile drawn your attention choose it and please take what resonates with you and leave the rest ✨🍀🫶💜

AND Read these readings mindfully 👻and if you want a personal reading then DM me✨🍀

Pile 1

Pile 1 First of all I am being told that (ruka ja ladki) stop it girl…. It is possible that many of you might be in some bad habits or addictions👾Then your ancestors want to tell you that you should leave these addictions behind and move ahead🦾Your ancestors want to tell you that they know that it is not so easy to get rid of bad habits, but you try, slowly slowly these bad obstacles will soon go out of your life and positivity and blessings will come in your life and you will move towards spiritual growth✨🍀 And if you are again wondering how this will happen, then do not worry about it because I will help you in this🦋 Just make a firm resolve once to fight your addictions💕 then everything will be fine……

(I hope this pile resonates with you)

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Pile 2

Pile 2 Your ancestors want to tell you that you should be ready for everything that you have been waiting for till now 🫶❤️ Your ancestors are telling you that you don't need to be afraid at all 🦾 Your current situation might seem a little difficult to you, but your ancestors want to tell you that you are now ready to handle this situation ♥️ You just have to make decisions by balancing your mind and heart 🍀 Whatever stuckness is there in your life, that blockage will now go away, whether that blockage is related to finance or personal life 💕 Now balance will come in your financial situation or personal life too✨💕 Your ancestors want to tell you to stay blessed baby and I love you 🥰

(I hope this pile resonates with you)

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Pile 3

Pile 3 If you are seeing 33 or 77 angel numbers, then through these angel numbers your ancestors may want to communicate with you, then try to connect with them and if these days you are feeling pain or something in your feet or hands, then this can be a confirmation for you that this Pile 3 is for you only. Now I will tell you what your ancestors want to tell you that you should take any decision only after talking to your elders or family members. If you want to purchase any property and you are a little confused, then you are asked to talk to your family and take their advice and your ancestors want to tell you that something good is going to come in your life very soon, very soon. My son, be happy and it is possible that an opportunity is about to come in your life.

(I hope this pile resonates with you)

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Stay blessed ✨🍀 AND thankyou for your support 🫶♥️

[oh-alicent]

BG3 as Tarot Cards

astarion: the devil, then death

The shadow self, Material and worldly pleasure, Unhealthy relationships, Entrapment

Endings, Harvesting, Freeing oneself, Moving forward

gale: the hierophant

Practical lessons related to natural law, Study, Mastering one's chosen area of expertise in this life

shadowheart: the moon, then the magician

Illusion, Impressionability, Deception, Confusion, Strife

Manifesting, Healing, Spirituality, Connection to the divine

laezel: strength

Ego versus intuition, A need for discipline, Refinement of self-interest to achieve harmony with the inner self

wyll: wheel of fortune

Imminent and often positive change, The inevitable seasons and cycles of life, Beginnings and endings

karlach: the tower

Imminent or present danger, Upheaval, Unexpected change

halsin: the empress

Nature, The Great Mother, Fertility, A channel for the High Priestess on Earth

minthara: the chariot

Controlling opposing forces, Willpower, Resolving conflict, Travel

jaheira: justice

Fairness, Moral sensitivity, Karma, Attention to detail

minsc: judgement

Resurrection, Awakening, Freedom from inner conflict, Decisions to be made

[quitealotofsodapop]

In Slow Boiled, the royal family are also the first to discover Wukong's their spiritual grandson. As amusing as Azure revealing it to JD as he kills him would be, it actually happens before that. Yuebei's resemblance to the Queen Mother's daughters intrigued her enough that she looked into it. Unfortunately, the coupd happens and the Jade Emperor is killed before either she or her husband could come to an agreement on what to do with the knowledge

Oooohhh thats so sad I love it >:3

Queen Mother is a curious woman, and seeing this tiny baby monkey's soul glow with the same kind of destruction she herself once held intrigues her. I feel in the Slow Boiled/Stone Matriarch merge; Queen Mother would absolutely adore Yuebei as her first great-grand-daughter - completely ignoring that the blood connection is very slim. The Queen Mother holds Yuebei for the first time, and the little cub boldly squeaks at her in her most intimidating war cry - the tigress just peals with adoring laughter, letting the baby touch her deadly fangs and claws the same as if she was pulling on her hair. Wukong is still super nervous/confused why the Empress is so loving towards him and his daughter all of a sudden.

Jade Emperor learning that the skull-wearing death goddess he's been prophesing is actually his spirtual great-granddaughter and being on the fence whether thats a good thing or not. Then BAM!! Brotherhood Coup.

The only reason that the Queen Mother doesn't storm the throne room herself is that Azure very much has Yuebei hostage. And Xiwangmu, even in her grief at losing her mate, will not dare provoke any action that could harm her dearest Moon Comet Star.

After the coup is defeated and resolved, there's a definite struggle for the Jade Emperor's power from the Heavenly Generals (namely Li Jing) - something which the Queen Mother silences immediately by taking the burden for her own. She is Xiwangmu - Queen Mother and Goddess of Destruction and Motherhood - she is able to bare the weight of her husband's rule for the next few milennia until her own time comes to pass. Therefore the role of Jade Emperor is currently being fufilled by his Empress.

She does however; begin subtley preparing Wukong, Iron Fan, Nezha, and all the extended youngsters for possible "promotions" in the coming era if she were to pass expectedly. Her secret favorites to inherit being of course little Luzhen (discovered not long after S3) and Yuebei. In her great-grand-daughter she sees her own destruction and grace, and in her grandson she sees the spark of the happy little music-maker her husband had been as a young man.

[brujaluas]

mini tarot game

hello dear, I'm going to make a mini tarot game! It will be different because a while ago, I just created (with help) oracles and I want to use them, if you could give feedback later that would be incredible OK, how does it work?

i need your name, initial, nickname, something like that, right?

Option 1 - if you want some advice on spirituality, send number 1 to me, think about your question and ask it.

Option 2 - if you want to know if your future partner will have feminine or masculine energy or if their personality will be ying or yang

rules

1 - you must follow me

2 - reblog this post so more people see it and participate

3 - reblog my masterlist

Can I send it by inbox? Yes

How long will it take? Just wait, I will respond.

the game will last for a while, I'll let you know when it's closed, I've seen some blogs with problems with the tarot game and people demanding answers and reading, but I know that those who campaign brujaluas are decent and nice people, so I won't worry.

hi guys, in case anyone gets confused about the questions in the mini tarot game, I'll explain it in a way that you can understand.

what would be feminine and masculine energy?

We all have these two energies within us. In some, one energy may stand out more than the other, or may be in balance, masculine energy is not exclusive to men, just as feminine energy is not just for women.

A masculine energy is a person of action, who likes to protect everything and everyone around him. in a relationship you are able to chase a better career, a better house and things like that, all to provide for your partner and your relationship in the best way possible, if you plan a lot. When you are too connected to masculine energy, not giving space to your own feminine energy, you end up becoming an arrogant person, with anger problems, selfish.

while feminine energy has greater contact with your emotions and those of the people around you, love to talk and try to resolve everything through dialogue, in addition to having strong intuition. It's easier to connect with people and can nurture intense compassion. Communication is a great ally for people who make the most of this energy, as they don't tend to get lost easily or ignore their feelings and emotions…

Yang is a masculine energy, so to speak, it is a person who is fulfilled in being present and in activity to achieve. is a person who has a sense of leadership, can be extroverted, always seeks to develop the things they wants more easily.

Yin is more of a feminine energy, it is a person who likes to welcome, listen and accept ideas more easily, since when they are in a leadership position they may not feel so comfortable, they would be a great intermediary!

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[astrosky33]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

➠ This is specifically referring to composite charts! not synastry or any other compatibility charts

➠ how to find composite charts

➠ what is a composite chart?

THE SUN

your relationships identity, how you two express yourselves to one another, and the amount of generosity you show towards each other

⟶ ex: a cancer sun indicates you two are very caring towards each other

THE MOON

your ability to understand each other emotionally, how well you two show empathy to each other, how well you comfort one another, how comfortable you feel together, and the emotions you feel when together

⟶ ex: moon in the 5th house can indicate you two feel lots of joy when together and that there’s a very flirtatious energy between you both. you may have had a similar childhood or bring out each other’s inner child. this can also indicate having children together/a high chance of it occurring

MERCURY

your communication style together, how well you communicate, your mental connection, gestures you do for each other, and how you two change each other

⟶ ex: gemini mercury can indicate healthy communication between one another and a strong mental connection

VENUS

your love languages together, how harmonious the relationship is, your sympathy for one another, how good you are at cooperating and working through issues, and how much you value one another

⟶ ex: libra venus can indicate you two make compromises easily and have a harmonious relationship. it can indicate lots of love and concern for one another as well. this placement is often found in couples composite charts that look good together

MARS

your sex style together, how you handle conflict with each other, how passionate you are about each other, and how strong your desire is for one another

⟶ ex: mars in aries can indicate you both have very passionate sex. this indicate very good sex together since aries is ruled by mars. it can also indicate you’re very direct when handling conflict and try and resolve it as quickly as possible rather than brushing things off and letting anger/frustration build up

JUPITER

how you grow together as people, things that come easy in your relationship/things that you’ll have luck with, what knowledge you’ll gain from each other, opportunities you’ll have together, and how successful the relationship will be

⟶ ex: jupiter in the 7th house can indicate a successful relationship or partnership. it also indicates lots of concern for each other and compassion. you likely will grow a lot together as well

SATURN

challenges you two may face in your relationship and what you may need to work on in order to be friends, dating, close, etc long term

⟶ ex: saturn in the 7th house in a couples chart can indicate that there may be love felt for each other but lack of partnership and effort put into the relationship to show concern for one another

URANUS

areas of the relationship where ups and downs occur, how close of a friendship you have with each other, where you both need freedom in your relationship, and unexpected events that may occur in your relationship

⟶ ex: uranus in the 8th house can mean ups and downs with how close you two are. it sometimes indicate you could be close, lose your connection, and then become friends again

NEPTUNE

your spiritual connection, what areas of the relationship confusion may occur, lies/deception/secrets occurring, your dreams together, and the future of your relationship

⟶ ex: venus conjunct neptune can indicate a twin flame connection. it can also indicate being in love before you even begin dating and keeping it secret for a while prior

PLUTO

transformation that occurs in your relationship and in both of you because of each other, how intense and powerful your connection is, how intimate you are, and similar to mars it can tell how good your sexual connection is

⟶ ex: pluto in the 7th house can indicate a relationship that’s hard to walk away from due to how powerful your connection/love is for each other. this indicates very intimate sex as well

ASCENDANT

can show what the beginning of the relationship is like and how you appear together

⟶ ex: a gemini ascendant in couples chart can indicate you appear as a very outgoing couple to others and that you may post on social media a lot together. the beginning of the relationship will likely be very exciting and the communication will be very healthy

MIDHEAVEN/MC

your public image/status together, your long term goals together, and how popular you are together (can show if you’re a famous couple/friendship or just popular in your area)

⟶ ex: aquarius mc can indicate you two are popular online

NORTH NODE

your purpose in being together and life experiences you may go through together

⟶ ex: north node in the 11th house could indicate a close friendship happening between you two

CHIRON

how you may hurt each other without realizing you are and wounds that the relationship has in general (similar to saturn but different in the sense that these may be unfixable wounds and things out of each other’s control)

⟶ ex: chiron in the 4th house can mean you hurt each other by not having an emotional understanding of one another or showing enough empathy to each other

VERTEX

the fate of your relationship and whether you were meant to be friends or in a romantic relationship. can also tell whether it’s long or short term

⟶ ex: vertex-saturn aspects can indicate a long term relationship since saturn represents old age/longevity but this could also mean there’s karmic lessons to be learned in your relationship since saturn represents karma as well

COMPOSITE CHART RULER

can show how the relationship began and the overall vibe of your relationship/the type of energy you two give off when together

⟶ ex: if your chart ruler is venus in the 8th house it can indicate a romantic relationship occurring that’s very intense love and transformational to the both of you. it can also make it very hard to break up due to your powerful connection

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[crusty-chronicles]

Airheaded S/O Headcannons #4 Byakuya (Bleach)

He's so confused by you

Thinks you're faking at first

You, a ryoka, on the loose in the soul society, have the unfortunate privilege of running into him first.

You'd come in with Ichigo and the others to save Rukia

And upon running into Byakuya, ask-

"Hey you! Do you have any idea where I am right now? I'm trying to get to this cell thingy and save my friend. Could you give me directions?"

Either you're incredibly stupid or incredibly brave to talk to one of the Court Guard Captains like that.

It's definitely stupidity

And you have the nerve to address him so formally.

He immediately uses the shikai of his zanpakutō

"Scatter, Senbonzakura."

And what did you you?

You swatted away the mass of blossoms like it was a bug.

"Flowers???? You tryna say I stink or something 😡😡😡"

And he's just ??????

Because nobody, not even Ichigo, was strong enough to swat away his attack.

You had to be putting on an act

There was no way you were this dumb

Not with the way your spiritual pressure had skyrocketed after learning he was the one who beat Ichigo in the world of the living.

You were trying to deceive him, he was sure if it.

At least he was until you went in for a kick and slipped, knocking the back of your skull on the roof behind you, instantly passing out.

He went over to investigate, maybe give a killing blow.

Then you shot up, nearly breaking his composure.

"Shit, I gotta help Chad!!!" Your head whipping towards him.

"I'll be back for you, flower man," And seemed to disappear in a matter of seconds.

He would've given chase

Key word: would've, if he hadn't been so confused.

The next time he saw you was after the whole Aizen reveal.

You walked up to him, despite your friends calling for you, and looked over a nasty gash on his side.

"That looks painful."

He gave a small glare towards you.

"I don't need your sympathy."

You shoved him backward and put your hand on his wound.

"Yeah, yeah, shove that attitude up your ass and let me help."

And he's ????????

Because no one had dared to talk to him like that.

"Disperse and Redistribute." Energy flowed from your palm, the gash in his side sealing up, only to reappear on your body.

You jumped away, hugging your stomach.

"Ow, that does hurt like hell! How were you walking!!!"

He's astonished, to say the least.

You took his pain for your own, after he tried to kill you earlier.

You were a peculiar human

Keeps an eye on you from then on.

Finds out that yes, you are just that stupid and feels just a little softer towards you because of it

Don't get it twisted, he still thinks of you as a nuisance, but begrudgingly helps you.

You visit the Soul Society quite often because Kisuke has you drop off new inventions.

Even if most end up broken on the way there.

Personally escorts you where you need to go because "it's faster," and, "more efficient than you getting lost and arguing with Mayori"

And you go along with it but complain because "He's being a meany about it," and, "doesn't let you talk with anyone."

"You're not here to 'talk' with friends."

"But you're my friend and I always talk with you."

"We're not friends."

And the look on your face breaks his resolve immediately.

"Acquaintances, we're acquaintances."

And you're back to being all smiles with not a thought behind your eyes.

On the days he's busy either in a captain's meeting or with work, he'll send Renji to assist you.

You almost always barge into his office anyway, kicking out his door with a frazzled Renji behind you.

"You can't just kick down the door!!!!!" And you shush his lieutenant.

"Shhh shhh shhh! Ahem... HI BYAKUYA!!!! 😃" Then you just leave

And he can't even be mad

Annoyed, very

But mad? For some reason he never was.

He doesn't baby you for obvious reasons (He's got a reputation to uphold) but he does let you get away with things.

You wanna stay over another day in the Seireitei?

He can make some arrangements

You wanna heal some of his injuries from a battle before his clan medics get there?

He'll allow you to touch him so you can help.

You accidentally broke an item you were supposed to deliver?

It's fine. Kisuke was always capable of making another.

Rukia is the one who has to point out he has feelings for you.

She had watched the two of you spar

Which is already something very difficult to get her brother to agree with.

How you managed to do it she would never know.

(It's because you kept pestering him about getting strong enough to beat the Arancars and you thought Kenpachi was too scary to train with)

The two of you fought for most of the day, not holding back whatsoever.

The spiritual pressure from the both of you overwhelming to anyone that went near.

When you decided to call it a truce, you were covered with little scratches from head to toe.

Byakuya was in a similar state.

And Rukia had noticed a shift in her brother' demeanor as he placed a hand on your head.

"You're injured." But you only beamed up at his words, smile big as ever.

"You kiddin? This is nothing. And if you're gonna complain about my injuries, I get to complain about yours."

And the smallest of smiles graced his face. His eyes looking down at you softly

"Very well then. I won't bring them up again."

Rukia waited for you to leave before confronting her brother.

"You like them, don't you?"

He turned away from her, yet she caught the slight red dusting his cheeks.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Don't play dumb. I saw you just now. When's the last time you ever sparred with somebody, let alone smile like that?" She had a smug grin on her face, knowing that her words sunk in as Byakuya left in a hurry.

Did he have feelings for you?

No, he couldn't.

He already tried his luck at happiness with Hisana.

There was no way he could just forget about her and move on.

But then why did he let his guard down with you?

Why had he let your infectious grins spread to him?

Why did a small part of him look forward to your visits?

It'd take him while to figure out what he wanted.

He eventually came to the consensus that Hisana would want him to move forward and be happy. She wouldn't want him to continue grieving over something that wasn't his fault

So after a bit of deliberation, he'd begun trying to court you.

Now Byakuya is one of the few unfortunate souls that tries to court you normally.

He tries gift giving, which you appreciate but don't understand the secret undertones.

You just think he's finally accepted you as a friend 🥺.

He invites you over to his estate to walk you through the gardens.

The whole time you have no clue it's supposed to be a date.

He's exasperated because he thinks you're being oblivious on purpose as not to hurt his feelings.

Rukia reassures him that's not the case and he just has to be direct.

"They're an idiot, remember? They're not gonna understand subtlety."

So he leads you somewhere quiet, hopefully without any interruptions, and tries to confess.

He'll place a hand on your head, a gesture you seem to enjoy, and start speaking.

He's halfway through when the dots connect in your smol brain and you realize what's going on.

You pull him by his collar and kiss him before he gets a chance to finish.

And he's glad he wasn't the one making a fool of himself this time.

He won't call you anything sweet in public.

The best you'll get out of him is your name.

But in the privacy of his estate, he'll call you dearest, sweetheart, hun, and love.

Doesn't hold you back if you wanna fight.

He trusts in your ability to choose your battles.

Although, he'll interfere if he thinks the enemy is about to kill you. Scolding you right after for being careless.

You always argue with the clan elders and he's happy you don't let them push you around.

He has to get used to being forward with you. Which is a challenge for the emotionally closed off man.

But he knows it's worth it every time you give him that dopey smile.

An: Definitely the most chaotic of the bunch so far.

NEXT UP: Kakashi Hatake

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[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: The price of faith

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“As you can see here,” Dr. Sasha Rebick said as she held the x-ray up to the light, “the tumor has grown close to one of your lungs, and as it has grown it has pushed into the lung resulting in your labored breathing.”

Sitting across from the good doctor was her recent patient, Oma.  She had never treated a Parcoren before but she had read the research file about them. Humanoid in shape one could almost be forgiven for mistaking them as humans were it not for the series of bone spikes that protruded from the back of their heads down their neck.

Sasha had expected her Thursday for her schedule appointment but had been awoken early Tuesday morning when a local hospital had contacted her saying Oma had just been admitted to their ER and they needed her expertise to operate.

Twenty minutes later Sasha was in the ER operating on Oma to save her life and after four hours of grueling surgery her patient had gotten through the worst of it. Or so she had hoped until she saw the first x-rays.

Pointing to a mass on the x-rays Sasha continued. “Your shortness of breath, coughing blood, and feelings of drowning are all results of this tumor’s proximity to your lung, and I’m afraid the symptoms will only get worse the longer it remains.”

Oma’s spines twitched at this and they looked at the x-ray in disbelief. “But you save me now.” She spoke softly, her every word a ragged labor. Dr. Sasha shook her head at her patient’s optimism.

“It would be incorrect to believe that what we did tonight resolved the issue.” Sasha said regretfully. “The biochemical we used to restore you airways is a temporary solution.”

At this Oma’s expression only further darkened. “Can you remove the tumor?”

Sasha took a look at the x-rays once more and gathered her thought before answering. “The tumor has grown to such an extent that it is no longer possible to separate it from your lung.” She pointed to the mass itself and dragged her finger across the deadly vein like tendrils that spread out over the entire lung itself. “Even if we removed the largest mass of the tumor, any one of these offshoots could develop into a full grown tumor itself within a matter of months.”

She leaned back into her doctor’s chair, running her hand through her red hair as if to clear her thoughts of impending dread. “The fact that this hasn’t spread to the rest of your internal organs is nothing less than an act of god to be honest.”

Her patients head shot up at this and Sasha had realized her mistake. Though she knew little of the Parcoren as a species, she did know that they were heavily spiritual and by extension their faith seeped into nearly every aspect of their day to day lives. She had once her it joked that a Parcoren would not take a bite of breakfast without first consulting their holy book.

“So you are saying this is god’s will?”

Sasha looked at Oma and saw a mixture of emotions washing over her patients face. Fear, disbelief, disdain, anger, sorrow; one could hardly blame her with the idea Sasha had just put in her head about her current situation being part of their god’s will.

“Forgive me,” Sasha spoke up quickly, “I meant it more as a passing expression than a religious statement.”

This seemed to confuse Oma. “Your people use your god’s name…so recklessly?” To which Sasha shrugged as she opened a file cabinet underneath her desk and searched for a particular file.

“If you’d hear half the words shouted at a world cup finale you’d understand.” She replied drily as she found the file and pulled it out. She opened the folder on the desk and began spreading its contents out for Oma to see.

“We may not be able to remove the tumor itself from your lung, but we do have alternatives to combat this.”

She laid out a picture of particular importance right in front of Oma who looked down at it silently.

“Cybernetics has advanced by leaps and bounds within the last twelve years and it is now possible to give you a new biomechanical lung that will restore your health.”

Oma picked up the picture and examined it. It was a promotional page sent out by cybernetic implant companies showcasing their latest models. It detailed which species they could manufacture for as well as boasting that they could replicate any organ to the extent that one could not tell the difference between it and a biologically grown one.

“So you would…” Oma spoke up through strained breaths, “give me this cybernetic and I would be healthy again?”

She sounded like she couldn’t believe her fortune so Sasha leaned forward and rested her hand on Oma’s. “You’d be swimming across the crimson seas, dodging nerve sharks again in no time; give or take a month or two of rehabilitation to get used to the implant.”

Behind those darkened eyes of despair Sasha saw the spark of hope rekindled as a smile crept on to her face. Her eyes were barely holding back her tears of joy as she clutched the flyer tighter between her fingers.

“That would be wonderful!” she exclaimed loudly, before her glow shrunk somewhat and she followed up with, “But will there be enough room?”

This was something Sasha had not expected. “Room for what?” she asked.

“For another lung.” Oma said directly. “I already have two so if you were to give me a third lung I do not believe my body would have enough space for it.”

Sasha had to control her facial expressions as she pondered how someone from a species lightyears ahead of humanity could be so dense.

“Oma,” Sasha spoke up clearly and slowly, “we would need to remove the entire tumor lung from your body to ensure the operations success; you would not have three lungs.”

Her patient said nothing at this clarification. She withdrew her hand from the doctor’s gentle grasp and let the flyer fall to the desk as if it was burning hot.

“I’m sorry, but that is not an option for me.”

“I assure you,” Sasha began, “that the surgery is completely sa-“

Oma cut off the doctor by pushing her chair back loudly. Her behavior had gone from joyous relief to now acting like her mother had just been called a series of horrific words.

“It is against our faith that any portion of our body be willingly removed.” Oma stated as if quoting a book.

“Oma,” Sasha began calmly, “it is not a matter of debate between scripture and science.” She tapped the x-ray still hanging behind her showcasing the tumor. “If you do not have this lung removed you will die.”

“Then it is god’s will that my time will end.” Oma replied without hesitation.

This was not the first time Sasha had come across religious restrictions for such procedures. Yet it was still surprising all the same to hear someone be given a lifeline to continue their existence only to throw it back so casually.

“Tell me,” Sasha began, “did your god gift you with intelligence?”

This question took Oma off guard. “Intelligence?” she repeated, and Sasha nodded. “The ability to adapt, to learn, to improve yourself in the face of adversity,” Sasha clarified, “that is what I mean.”

Oma nodded. “It is written that our lord chose us as their favored creations and bestowed the gift of knowledge to our humble vessels.”

“So it is not against your faith to solve problems that are presented to you?” Sasha asked. Oma nodded again in agreement and so Sasha continued.

“Then by that logic this is no different. You have bene presented with a problem that you are capable of solving.”

Oma stood up suddenly, nearly knocking the chair over in the process. “It is not the same.” She loudly declared. “We are created in our lord’s image and to pervert it with foreign objects would be the most unforgivable offenses!”

“But you just said that your god gave you knowledge; do you not think they would be more offended that you did not use their gift to continue your existence?”

She ripped the x-ray off the wall and slapped it down on the desk. “Was it your god’s plan that you should die today? And if so why did you come here for treatment?”

“That is not the same!” Oma shouted again, though this time with less fervor. Sasha pressed on and continued to barrage her patient with questions.

“Why then is it okay for you to use medicine sometimes but not others? Why is it your faith allows good Parcoren’s to die when they could have been saved? What sort of spiteful god would deny his favored creations happiness?”

Oma said nothing in response and simply stormed out of the room with what vigor she had left. The spines along her neck vibrating in irritation loudly enough that Sasha could hear her walking all the way to the end of the hall and out the doors leading to the hospitals exit.

Sasha fell back into her chair and stewed while replayed the moments out again and again in her mind. Her assistance came into the room several minutes later and found her as such.

“Shall I remove Ms. Oma from your patient list?” they asked with data pad in hand, but Sasha shook her head.

“She may have given up on me, but I will not give up on getting her the proper treatment.” Sasha said as she cleaned up her desk and prepared for her next appointment.

“How very honorable of you.” Her assistance remarked as they stowed away the data pad. “I never took you for a faithful one seeking to save the lost souls.”

Sasha looked down at the x-ray one last time before placing it back into Oma’s folder and putting it away.

“One does not need faith to do the right thing.”

[munsonmuses]

Ghostly Intentions

Spiritual Reserves Masterlist

Synopsis: Eddie Munson lives, at least…to himself he does? His spirit, so strong, so filled with the desire for life, still roams this earth. He has to make his way back to you, and find a way to be beside you once more. Physically.

Themes: ghosts, the supernatural, restless spirits. The dead CAN come back, if held onto tight enough. I’m aware, it’s a bit out there but hey…stranger things have happened.

Warnings: Eddie is dead kind of, it’s very angsty, it’s very painfully sad but the LONGING is worth it I swear.

Word Count: 2.15k words

Cold. The only way Eddie Munson can describe how he feels is cold. Limbs heavy with an unattractive ache, a full burning in each and every one of his joints. Flexing and relaxing his fingers slowly.

His clothing was tattered, the littered bites having healed over, his blood smattered amongst the fabric as he trudged his way back into the trailer, looking around quietly as he surveyed the damage. The daunting realization of solitude swallowed up his confusion as he looked around.

“Henderson?…Harrington?…Buckley?…Wheeler?” He called out to the empty and heavy air, drinking in the warm static that held the air in an iron clad grasp.

“Fucking assholes…”

He carefully left the trailer, having biked his way over. Slowly lifting the handles of the Huffy off of the ground and straddling the seat. Riding his way to watergate as he grit his teeth. God his limbs felt so stiff. The pain was nearly impossible to ignore at this point. The Upside Down eerily quiet as soft cracks of thunder and lightning spread across the red splattered sky. Pushing himself to take familiar, ghostly versions of Hawkins suburban roads, towards the lake. His bikes chain rattling violently as he forced the well worn wheels along the rough forest floor, avoiding the vines as best as he could as he reached the lake.

Hopping off the bike, he pat it lightly and set it up against a tree. As if thanking a valiant steed for helping its wounded rider. Leaving it for anyone who may ever find their way into the Upside Down, viewing the silver bike with its loose handlebars as a solemn resolve for their turmoil.

Padding across the desolate and dry ground that mimicked the bottom of the lake, he made his way to the portal. Staring almost longingly at the spot where the older members of the crew had fallen in earlier that week, had fought the bats with gnashing teeth and desperate squeals.

Where Steve had been.

Where Nancy had been.

Where Robin had been.

Where YOU had been.

The pit in his chest was growing exponentially at the idea of you up there in Hawkins, alone, waiting by the door for him to come home. You were probably strewn out on his bed, waiting on the couch alongside Wayne, crammed into the corner of the well loved couch in the trailer. The trailer you’d called home since you’d moved in half a year before. Weaved your way into his. Your Blondie and REO Speedwagon cassettes shoved in along the likes of DIO and Black Sabbath.

Your perfume bottles littering his cramped dresser, with the sweet sweet pea scent they had. How he’d watch you spray it on your wrists and pulse points, rubbing it behind your ears as you got ready each morning. God he couldn’t wait to be home with you, curled up into your chest and just relaxing as you all worked on clearing his name.

His scuffed sneakers stopped at the entrance to the portal, carefully assessing it before taking a deep breath. Then another, and another after that. Before taking the leap of faith.

The switch in gravity was disorienting, up was down, left was right, and the water was causing his ears to pop. Eyes finding the surface as he rapidly pushed himself up to the top. Though what he hadn’t noticed, was that there was no sting in his lungs, no aching burn for breath. That wasn’t very high on his list of priorities.

Breaking the surface of the still lake, the sun was hot on his face. Warming his freezing skin as he paddles his way towards the shoreline, all but dragging himself up onto the sandy shore and grasping sand between his desperate fingers. Shuddering lightly to himself as he threw his head back to move his soaking hair away. The hard part was done, now the easy part. Walking himself back to the trailer park.

As he padded through the woods and out onto the road, he noticed the eerie silence. No children playing in the neighboring homes backyards, no dogs barking, hell, there weren’t even birds screeching their agonizingly loud melodies that moved in the wind. Choosing to call it a strange coincidence, he kept his large strides going.

Each mile was worse than the last, noticing the absence of cars, homes scraped empty, only the ghosts of memories left behind as he swallowed down the fear. People were skipping town…did they fail? Did Vecna succeed at taking hold of sleepy ol’ Hawkins? Was Mayfield even alive? He had no clue. But he was sure you had the answers.

As he walked down the road that led to the trailer park, he noticed the stench of decay filling his nose. The sickly bitter smell of sulphuric from hot and split road burning his lungs, singeing his nose hairs as he stopped in his wake. The large crack that had ripped through the trailer park, through his home as he took a long, hard look. Beginning to walk his way over to the trailer as he steadily peered into the shattered window that led to his bedroom. Everything left behind, your shared belongings having been slammed into disarray by the shattering of the earth beneath it. The entire park devoid of life as he checked for any sign of where you or Wayne might be. Going trailer to trailer, stopping at one of the vacant ones. A sign plastered to it.

‘All residents of Forest Hills are to evacuate the premises immediately if they have not already done so. Head to city hall, and temporary residency will be granted to residents’

Eddie nodded to himself as he took the paper sign, folding it neatly into his pocket and beginning his walk into town.

As he entered downtown, he noticed how Hawkins was essentially a poster child for apocalyptic doom. Stores ransacked, stripped down to their skeletons, windows shattered and glass littering the sidewalks. The occasional drumming of cars rushing by. He prayed none of the drivers would recognize him as Edward Munson, satanic cult leader and cheerleader sacrificing freak. Though they seemed too focused on getting the hell outta dodge to pay any kind to a blood stained and tattered young adult with a terrified look in his eyes.

Heading to city hall, there seemed to be emergency response crews littering the halls, rather than the typical stuffy suits that handled permits and concerns for Hawkins residents. Making his way to the desk and opening the paper up. Staring hopefully at the woman who was sat behind the desk, making her way through a mountain of paperwork.

“Um, excuse me but uh, my family and I lived in Forest Hills. We got…separated, and I need to find them?” He asked

Yet he earned no response, the woman getting up and walking off as Eddie scowled. He was used to being ignored, so he wouldn’t typically mind. But right now, he needed to be helped, to be given a guide to where home would be. Watching her go as he scowled. Looking around, he’d choose to make her job his own in that moment, guaranteeing nobody was around before proceeding. Reaching over the counter and picking up a large binder. Filled with names, ages, medical histories and addresses. Flipping through tens of pages before stopping on a listing.

‘Wayne Albert Munson, household of two. Trailer 13 in Forest Hills Trailer Park, relocated to 413 Hobson Drive, unit 8, government housing’

He carefully grabbed a pen and wrote it down onto his palm. A bit smeared, mostly chicken scratch as he carefully put the binder back in its place and left. Heading on his way.

It had felt like forever as he reached Hobson, making his way through the small clumps of government duplexes. These were nicer than the trailer park, but they’d never replace the park. Not ever. But it didn’t matter where it was, as long as Wayne was there, as long as you were there.

He knocked on the front door, waiting patiently for a response. Seconds feeling like an eternity before relenting. Taking the knob into his hand, twisting and pushing. The door swinging open slowly. Wayne never was a locked door kind of guy.

Padding in, he carefully removed his shoes to leave them beside your own sneakers and Wayne’s house slippers. Careful with them before closing the door. He didn’t want to wake anyone, imagining that people must still be tired.

He made his way down the cramped hallway, peering into one bedroom with what little belongings Wayne managed to salvage. Relenting that it belonged to his uncle, choosing the next door at the end of the hall.

The walls were medical white, the bed made up with a simple blue bedspread. There were drawings, newspaper articles, posters and pictures smattering the walls. All of you and Eddie, your friends, your little family. A large smile spread across his face. He was home.

He felt himself freeze as he noticed shifting in the bed, and there you lay. Shifting in your sleep, exhaustion sprawled across your face as he carefully removed all his clothes. Shoving them into the laundry basket and looking in the clean pile. Finding a shirt of his, and a pair of sweats. He could forego boxers for now. Carefully pulling his hair back as he found one of your many scrunchies on the dresser. Putting it into a haphazard ponytail and smiling lightly. Climbing into bed with you as your eyes instantly shot open at the shift in weight.

Roused from your sleep, you carefully sat up and looked around. No Eddie. No music roaring from the bathroom during a shower. No soft kisses along the bridge of your nose and incessant rambling about plans for the next campaign. Looking beside you and swallowing back a strangling, abrasive sob. Eddie was gone, there was no changing that…

You carefully opened up your bedside drawer, pulling out the thick yellow notepad, working on writing down thoughts about your dream as you frowned. The memories so fresh as you scrawled out each important detail, unaware of the eyes wandering the page.

The whole time you’d been writing, Eddie Munson was trying so very desperately to get your attention without scaring you. He’d started with his immediate adoration and apologies, before relenting to repeating your name irritatingly. Sighing in frustration as he just slumped back onto the pillows, before nosily looking at your writing.

‘It’s day three since Wayne brought me the guitar pick necklace. He isn’t missing. I wish he was though, at least then I’d have hope. In my dream we were married. Same thing as always. Making dinner together, he’s all over me, and we’re happy. I still want that. I don’t know about that though. I don’t know how I’m gonna let go. Dustin and Steve keep coming by, asking me to volunteer at the high school. I don’t want to though. I’m tired of how people look at me, and how they deface his missing poster. I’m tired of being ridiculed. He didn’t hurt anybody. He’s the bravest man I’ve ever known. People don’t understand. He died for this shithole town that would’ve chosen to abandon him at the first sign of fear. I want you back Eddie. I need you back.’

He died?

He died.

He was dead.

Eddie felt the lump in his throat as he anxiously watched you get up to go to the bathroom. Heart in his ears as he took the notebook the moment you were gone. Frantically reading through each and every word you wrote down. How you begged and longed for him, how people checked on you, how you worried for Wayne. How tears smeared the ink and streaked along the yellow paper.

Now everything made sense. The lady at city hall, the cars that drive by. Damnit he was probably on Americas Most Wanted by now, but nobody had noticed. He wasn’t being ignored

He just didn’t fucking exist.

But, he could feel you, see you, know you. He could open and close doors. He could walk, talk, swim. He could pick up the binder so easily. He could still hold things…he could still hold a pen.

Frantically, he picked up the pen as he flipped to a blank page. Clicking it open before writing in it desperately as you came back. Setting it down where you could see.

Your footsteps stopped as you stared at the frantically flipped along pages, carefully picking it up to read it and stopping. Your face going pale as the moon, eyes watery and wide as you dropped it.

‘I’m still here. I’m right here. I just need your help. -E’

You wanted to ignore it, act as if it was a delirious hallucination…but weirder things than ghosts had occurred.

Eddie was alive.

[owlhousetarot]

The High Priestess: Eda The Owl Lady

Upright: Intuition, the subconscious, sacred knowledge, higher power, mystery, creativity

Reversed: repressed intuition, secrets, withdrawal, confusion, cognitive dissonance

The High Priestess upright encourages you to go with your gut and follow your intuition rather than rely only on your intellect and conscious mind. This fits Eda’s wild, more naturalistic approach to magic and her distrust for the education and coven systems. The Priestess is someone spiritual with access to hidden or forbidden knowledge and is often a mentor figure, which fits Eda’s role as Luz’s teacher and as a wild witch who practices all forms of magic despite coven-less witches being outlawed. Representing balance and duality in general, the Priestess possesses the ability to travel between the conscious and subconscious “realms,” like how Eda regularly travels between the human and demon realms.

The reversed meanings of the High Priestess apply to Eda’s struggles with self-isolation and her inner conflict with her curse. Hurting her father in her Owl Beast form made her afraid of hurting others she loved, causing her to push them away and keep her struggles with the curse secret. She ignored the instinct to ask for help, severing ties with society as a whole and withdrawing for years. She wouldn’t resolve the dissonance in her mind between herself and her curse until later when she finally reconciled with the Owl Beast.

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[alwaysrememberjesus]

Holy Week - Saturday

Luke 23:50-56

Imagine how Mary Magdalene must have felt on Saturday after the crucifixion. She had personally experienced Jesus’ healing power; she had heard his voice as he taught, seen his eyes of compassion as he healed the sick and raised the dead. She was a devoted servant of his entourage and, most importantly, fervently believed that he was God in the flesh, the long-awaited Messiah.

And yet, Jesus was dead. She saw his brutal execution. She sat across from the tomb as his body was carried in. Her thoughts bombarded her. Memories of Jesus’ ministry must have alternated with the horrific images from the day before of his swollen eyes shut in his unrecognizable face.

Aside from her grief and confusion, she wanted to get on with Jesus’ burial. Even if he wasn’t God, he was her friend, and she loved him. In times of despair, it can help to have some work to do. At least it is a distraction. Together with the other women, she had gathered the necessary supplies, but they didn’t have time to finish the job before the Sabbath began at sunset.

On Saturday, Mary Magdalene was at home grieving, wondering what the last few years of her life had been for. All was lost.

So, what did she do? She obediently followed the commandment.

She returned to the basics of her faith. She remembered the Holy Word of God given to Moses centuries before. When she didn’t understand what God was doing and perhaps questioned if He was even there, she rehearsed what she did know. While her eyes were fogged with tears, she kept her spiritual eyes fixed upon her God. She was obedient to the seemingly irrelevant, simple commandment that she knew. To rest. To wait. To trust.

You probably know the rest of the story. Mary went to the tomb on Sunday to finish burying her friend at the earliest possible moment. But instead, she became the first person to see the Risen Jesus!

The lesson here is simple. All of us have troubled times in our lives. Big problems, little problems, times when God seems silent and far away. Dead even. Times of grief and doubt. What should I do when I don’t know what to do? Rest. Wait. Trust. Rehearse the basics… the spiritual ABCs. On my Silent Saturday, I am to do the right things I know to do.

Meditate on this: If Mary Magdalene had not obeyed the commandment to observe the Sabbath, if she had ignored the Sabbath and sneaked to the tomb on Saturday, she would have missed the greatest experience of her life. She would have missed seeing the Resurrected Jesus.

If you are in a time of confusion, anxiety, or despair, resolve to be obedient. It’s ok to be sad, but amid your Silent Saturday experience, set your eyes on Jesus. Just as our Lord did in Luke 9:51, be determined. Resolve to follow him completely. Most likely, some clarity will eventually come. But even if it doesn’t, even if you never understand the “why” of your situation, you can find comfort in knowing that you are being faithful in the waiting. And that at the end of the journey, you will, just like Mary Magdalene, hear him lovingly call your name and see Him with your own eyes!

[sburbian-sage]

if a seer's job is to compile information and share it with others/teach, then what about the other classes jobs?

Oh boy, elementary game guides. This chapter contains most of the information you need, but to boil it down... I'll describe each Class Type and the broad theme, the Active and Passive Classes and how they augment or channel that theme, and an example of someone doing their job.

Combat Classes (one who fights) engage and succeed in strife, wielding their Aspect like a weapon. The Page (+) fights for themselves, growing though conflict into becoming their own paragon, while the Knight (-) fights for another, setting aside their own desires to do what must be done. A Page kills a Titachnid because it stands between them and their goals, and because triumphing in this conflict sharpen's the Page's will. A Knight kills a Titachnid because it is their duty, a task passed on by someone else, who in a way turn the Knight into a weapon.

Inheritor Classes (one who accepts) take on responsibility, and then gain empowerment from their Aspect to be able to carry out that responsibility, which enables them to undertake more responsibility. The Ward (+) is more directly protected by their Aspect, but will grow into their own (while learning to rely on others) while the Heir (-) is more guided by their Aspect, and will need to accept responsibilities for the needs of the many. The Ward undertakes an impossible trial because it's part of becoming their best self. The Heir undertakes an impossible trial because others are counting on them.

Tactical Classes (one who planifies) gather information, with their Aspect either being the subject of investigation, or the tool used for said investigation. When the information is gathered, the Sage (+) is the one who acts on it, acting wisely instead of acting smartly, while the Seer (-) devises a plan and lets someone else enact it, taking a more advisory role. A Sage would uncover the solution to a mystifying puzzle, and then solves it themself. A Seer would uncover the solution, and instruct someone else on how to solve it. The irony that I, a Native Sage, have been effectively reduced to the position of a Seer is not lost on me.

Cryptical Classes (one who bewilders) are to engage with the more confusing and esoteric aspects of the game, using their Aspect as a torch and as a lever, while complexifying the situation for their fellow players. The Witch (+) leans more into delving into the odd, while the Mage (-) involves others in the strangeness. A Witch would be the first one to intuitively understand how Dreaming, Alchemy, and other befuddling game mechanics work, but remains a figure of mystery through refusing to let others in on the secret. A Mage has a similar level of understanding, but gets the other players wrapped up in it, simultaneously confusing them while indirectly teaching them.

Champion Classes (one who strides forward) are inspiring exemplars and spiritual leaders, meant to advance a cause and stick by their principles. The Sylph (+) wields their Aspect like a baton (or like an axe), relentlessly pushing forward to see their dreams come to reality, while the Bane (-) is a beast brought forth by their Aspect, awakening in times of need. A Sylph who has resolved to protect their friends would look forward to identify any dangers, and then takes care of them immediately. A Bane who has resolved to protect their friends is for the most part docile until the danger rears its head, at which point the Bane cannot be stopped as they crusade to tear off said danger's head. You'll note that jobs can overlap, with Combat/Champion/Protector especially being somewhat superfluous at times. The execution is half of the point, the other is intent.

Explorator Classes (one who discovers) delve into the unknown, charting unexplored territory (literal or metaphorical) with their Aspect as the locale or the polestar. The Scout (+) goes it alone, gathering information that can be acted on by them or by another, while the Guide (-) assists another person (or event) in reaching their desired destination. A Scout enters a dangerous and forbidden region out of a desire to discover (and make use of) all of its secrets. A Guide takes another into the same region because there's something they need in there.

Protector Classes (one who defends) fight for the sake of somebody else, and the ideals of their Aspect, prioritizing survival of all parties involved over triumph in vanquishment. The Dame (+) proactively takes care of threats, like a bodyguard "casing the joint" before their charge arrives and taking care of things ahead of time, while the Guard (-) sticks by their charge and handles them as they come, deriving strength the more people are in danger. If a Consort village was being threatened by roving Imps, the Dame would do patrols, repel attacks, and drive them off, potentially even following them back to their den to finish them off (as long as this doesn't endanger their charge). The Guard in the same situation would hold the line until the Imps don't have any more forces to send.

Displacement Classes (one who steals) are about movement, both physically changing your position and location, and metaphorically shifting results in your favor or appropriating intangible concepts, taking their Aspect and using their Aspect to take. It's about tipping the odds in their favor, but the Thief (+) tips the scales for their own benefit, while the Rogue (-) tips the scale to the entire party's benefit, the difference between stealing something and hoarding it, or stealing something and redistributing it to those who need it. A Thief would "acquire assets" from a foe and keep the riches for themselves, even if it means hogging the spotlight. A Rogue would give those assets to their allies, even if it means the Rogue doesn't profit as much.

Destroyer Classes (one who brings to an end) bring closure to things, resolving threads and stories, as well as reducing more tangible things to nothing. The Prince (+) directly destroys their Aspect and can destroy things with their Aspect, while the Bard (-) influences things in such a manner that the thing ends when the Bard desires it. A Prince ends their Quest and kills the Tyrant by walking up and beheading them, wordlessly. A Bard's Quest ends after all the dominoes have fallen, with things reaching their engineered conclusions, and the Tyrant doing themself in.

Performer Classes (one who fulfills) are meant to ensure the session goes smoothly, helping things along and smoothing out the rough edges, with their Aspect as the lubricant (get your head out of the gutter). The Maid (-) enhances the capabilities and development of the people and events around them, serving the role of an all-purpose assistant. A Maid would stand with their ally and help them bring an end to their Quest, physically aiding them with the final action, or psychologically providing council and support. The Clown (+) is not a "real" Class, and you don't need to worry about it.

Creative Classes (one who creates) expands and builds upon things, creating their Aspect and creating with their Aspect. The Smith (+) is the most active Class in the game, sparking massive change and kicking off events any time they act, while the most passive Class in the game, the Muse (-), acts through intermediaries, inspiring intricate chains of events and change through presence alone. A Smith leads their Session to success by taking charge, directing the course of events with their own two hands. A Muse does much the same without ever needing to be there, with each action creating a ripple effect that pays off in the long run, over and over again.

Cataclysm Classes (one who ignites) bring change to their Session, often causing disaster, but it never ends with a bang or a whimper. Some people see this as the "bad" Class, but change is an inevitable force, and better for powers that can alter the course of events to be on your side than left to the whims of Skaia. The Waste (+) causes waves with every action, and can move mountains to suit their needs. The Grace (-) is a more insidious force, lighting fuses that culminate in the desired change. To prevent a potential TPK, the Waste would step forth with the force of a hurricane, bending, twisting, destroying, and rebuilding until they get what they want. The Grace would act with seeming discretion, events proceeding as normal until the moment of truth, where things change just as dramatically, averting a grisly fate.

I hope that was a bit clear. The Aspect matters a lot here. A Seer of Mind, for example, will bring about the results they want because they can see the consequences of any action, and select for the desirable actions, while a Seer of Time can scan the infinite timelines and push for the desirable one, while a Seer of Blood probably does something weird and metaphorical like create cohesion and unity between the situation now and the situation then, or maybe they know how much blood gets spilled in the future and tries to minimize that amount or something. In all cases though, your Class defines what you'll be doing, your Aspect determines how you do it, and your Active/Passive status determines why you do it. As a (former) Sage of Mind, I plan for the future (what I do) using logical deduction and the outcomes of results (how I do it) and I'm motivated by a desire to solve problems decisively and comprehensively (why I do it).

[incarnateirony]

the carpet has reached Claude's Wah

o/~ Disturbing the peace. Look into my eye(s). Now tell me about the things you were babbling behind my fucking back. o/~

fake bitch. can't wait until she admits to herself what a lie her everything is, I'm so over hearing the impacts of her breathing.

It's 2024 and this bitch managed to get smote by both the man and god she obsessed about, a literal motherfucking modern smiting she thinks she can motherfucking run away and silence from while it's ripped out her hair and caused thousands of dollars in damage to her life, because she refuses to face her own truth, jesus fuck.

o/~ Never settling for another normal letter to my enemies, breaking 'em down to the level of molecular. I ain't got time for this crap, what I got you can't copy and paste, no. o/~

What a fantastic lesson in fuck around and find out. Couldn't leave me the fuck alone. Now her whole world view is fucked and all she can do is deny literally everything. like no she was literally such a harassing abusive bitch someone is helping her remove herself from the fucking gene pool just to not have to tolerate her fucking monstrous behavior haunting him for years.

Like whether my initial message about September comes true or not (I'm still confused because I nor he am an oracle but I'm wondering if I've missed another bootstrap), like I'm not gonna stop. She took away my option to peaceable or ignore her, the harder I ignore her, the harder her and her clique stalks and harasses me and tries to patrol what I can say. To chase me out of any safe space I find, even ones they don't go to, because they're just that malicious, and wanted me off the earth, and now they're meeting their mirrors and seeing how ugly they are and that maybe, they're the ones that need chased off the planet.

She's just baffled I'm refusing to quietly let her keep taking things away anymore. Baffled that I could have socially, emotionally, and spiritually destroyed her this whole time, while she dreamed she had my attention while stalking me for motherfucking years until she got it. Now she has it and knows, she was literally beneath me, this is what having my attention gets, and all she gets now is well deserved hatred for the monster that has replaced a former daughter of athena. She harassed her motherfucking way into this position then thinks she can cry or lawsuit the fuck out of it.

So no. No backing down this time to let her slip away and start her shit again in a few months which she already tried days after court. Literally tried to sue me over her inability to fucking control herself from reading my personal blog and then immediately failed to control herself or her friends and started bugging random schizoids I was stabilizing until they checked themselves into a fucking institution only a few days after they started fucking around.

It's not gonna stop. Her mental anguish literally will not stop but will only accelerate until she actually faces the truth, because bitch I am in her HEAD no matter how she denies it while I name her whole house for her on timestamp.

Bitch acts unbothered then tries to slap me with thousands in her own therapy bills from her realizing she's an awful, godless, abandoned fucking piece of shit that literally couldn't leave alone a man that was doing everything he could to avoid her, but she was too up on my astral cock in her weird cult.

All over voices in her head the vultures that pretend to care about her enabled for petty online grudges and wants, all resolving to her octopus jibberish stolen designs, because she's never let herself look within to FIND the gods or divinity, so all she could do was copy the search for mine and beg my lord leviathan OF THE SHADOWS to help her unfuck herself, because she won't do it herself. Yeah let's go ahead and ask Zenthus for help unfucking yourself, that'll go over great sweets. Because she ain't done enough research to know who that Serpent is. Hint, we shot him into the eclipse. But anyway, no, the serpent that demands no shrine and haunts our own shadows as the shadows, she's gonna put that bitch on her mantle to idolize as her guide. The thing even motherfucking supernatural told you has to die and rot for new growth to occur.

o/~ Whole lotta moves I make on you like dance floor and during this beat-down you probably wish that you could fast forward. o/~ It's too late for last words guess you'll just do that in the dirt o/~

girl really thought she could get a restraining order against the collective fucking unconscious and sue for therapy of it making her stare into her own. On god. That is literally the plot. The schizoid fursuit cocaine bear lady that thinks she talks to cats that see colors cats can't see and channels divine providence from 2001 animes who charges people as if an elder witch able to provide competent services. Tried to get a restraining order. To stop the collective unconscious. One can only imagine the amazing advice she gives people for a fucking fee. But maybe she steals those answers from me or someone else too.

like lmao no bitch she was literally the problem in the way on why I could never reach peak, pandering to her bullshit to not get thrown out over whatever roleplay fancy had her by the ovaries today. Now she's realizing that "I can't understand how you do what I do" was several squared-over degrees of ability ago.

No seriously I was doing sixth and seventh degree work blowing our mutual minds last time we were together and was really rightfully degree five until the end. So like five six seven eight nine sweetheart, but those are squares or multipliers on themselves, not linear levels, mkay? Mkay. Like no she's getting her ass kicked so hard now she can't even grok the level she's getting her ass kicked on so the mighty witch tried a motherfucking ex parte against the collective unconscious. Genius.

Yeah, oopsiedoodle, dumb cow threw out everything she wanted over twitter roleplay and a BPD episode about lemons, tried to theater through it, convinced herself it was always theater, then drove into a Claudeyote Strife vs Acme's cosmic Persona trap. It's a gift to everyone else. But for her, from us, hate, nothing left but hate. She's even seemed to strip his mercy too, due to her inability to have her own empathy. And that's sad, because he was fighting through this at the start to help her, but her "friends" enabled her shoving him away too, trying to reach her for the first real time in ages, but it wasn't the message she wanted, just like all the thousands of others since.

And she made her own social web. She pavlov trained her cult not only onto my spectral dick in her performative echos of me, but into trawling my blog, servers, socials, everything, and by now even they have to wonder why shit is so weird and I'm still on this, but now they're all in denial about what that means about themselves and their actions too. So she keeps trying to shut down my blog over unshutdownable things, and mute my ability to have a voice literally anywhere, because she made her own cycle where her people are going to keep reading here until they realize what's going on, so she kept reading and reacting, it is truly that simple. The only thing she ever learned from Loki was how to tangle herself in her own net. Wonder why that is.

It's like they almost forgot the plot on what started this: her abuse and plagiarism, both of which are unavoidably true at this point. The rest is them trying to spin in circles and pet her on her bald ass head that she's not crazy, she just sees and hears things nobody else sees or hears, and must be the true voice of religion, and totally not a cult leader, rub that shiny little head again for luck. Why yes, she does hear things on command of what I talk about, even if they're abstract. Because she attached herself to me, and these morons keep thinking they can Negotiate how many threads arachne can keep knotted up on me or what steps they can partially take to think they're out of trouble.

The step is full honesty, those terms have never been unclear. With herself, with the world, and yes, with me and him. But we all know she's incapable of that now. She literally can't face the truth everyone else lowkey knows by now, they just think emotionally supporting her requires enabling her unwellness.

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Oh, I follow that enchanted tulle author on AO3 and so far she/he only writes very few stories, but boy, does she/he love politics so much.

I always find authors who write heavy stuff are awesome because it's a difficult topic to write. I mostly read fluff stories because I think my boys Wangxian need some fluffy moments after the whole chaos in their lives.

Do you like fluffy stories even though LWJ isn't mean there? I can recommend some, but well, they are very fluffy, all happy, no angst 😁

I do read fluff! Also I'm a sucker for happy endings. Very rarely do I enjoy a fic with a bad end - I need that catharsis of everything being resolved. I don't actually read much dark fic in this fandom because my flavor of dark fic isn't particularly catered to.

Not ranked in any way, and absolutely not all my favorites, just those I tagged good enough in my 10k bookmarks to find, but some of my favorite fics are there! (Most are finished, those that aren't can be safely said to have been among my favorites from the first paragraph on.)

愈; to heal by ravenditefairylights

Wei Wuxian has missed the sword. He has missed the steady weight of Suibian in his vicinity, has missed being sure of himself without needing to defend his ability in front of a world that stands opposite of him as jury, judge and executioner. Wei Wuxian has risen and fallen and then gotten up every time, fallen deeper still until there was no way for him to get back up. Wei Wuxian has died and he has come back thirteen years too late and the world has moved on without him. Back to the start—it’s a good place for the beginning. or the one where Wei Wuxian heals, realizes there are people who love him and people he loves and goes back home

I'll buy you the moon (I'll buy you two) by Thesaurus_with_no_words

It's been three days since Wei Wuxian last ate. "Hungry," A-Yuan whines, pulling at his hand. Wei Wuxian tries to focus on the vegetable display in front of him. He's got 10 credits left on the last safe account he's got access to. Half a kilo of wilted vegetables, the cheapest thing in the store, costs 15. The potatoes are sprouted. Half of Wei Wuxian's sluggish mind wonders if that means he can bargain down the prize, while the other half is screaming that something is very wrong. They have been planet-side for around 36 hours and so far nothing adds up. Blinking slowly, Wei Wuxian stares at the potatoes. The green sprouts seem to taunt him. Suddenly he remembers that Shanxu, the planet they are supposed to be on, has a current ban on potatoes, due to some aggressive and rapidly mutating form of crop blight. "Fuck," Wei Wuxian hisses. Where the are they? What planet is this!?

Welcome to the Great Gusu Bake Off! by BlackWiresOnHerHead

Several months ago, college student Wei Wuxian secretly competed in the most popular reality show in the country. The show starts airing in the fall. The freshmen in his dorm collectively lose their minds.

A Thousand Things by tickertape

Wei Ying can’t find his words. “What would I do in Gusu?” The man’s mouth quirks in what Wei Ying cannot interpret as anything but a tiny, smug smirk. “Learn.” Wei Ying has made a fine life for himself. He’s got his jiejies and his talismans; he doesn’t need anyone’s charity. But spending a whole year in Gusu? That’s hard to turn down.

The Best I Can by Zephyr (ZephyrAndTheSilverfish)

‘Have you heard? Hanguang-jun cut ties with the Lan Sect. Stole a child and ran off into the night.’ In which Wei Wuxian is horribly confused by the world he comes back to and can’t help but be drawn to Lan Wangji once more. Lan Jingyi, for his part, is deeply disappointed by the world he grew up in and just wants to see his best friend again.

Hear a song this deeply by so_shhy

Lan Zhan’s new liaison at the Caiyi Municipal Cultivation Department is an enigma – ridiculously talented, yet somehow content with mopping up spiritual pests for barely above minimum wage. Wei Ying is slapdash and irresponsible, and Lan Zhan doesn’t like him at all… but then he meets A-Yuan, who loves music and longs for a piano his father can’t afford. Forced into cautious friendship by a four-year-old's music lessons, Lan Zhan soon realises Wei Ying is more than he seems. The single father is a man of many secrets – including, perhaps, the key to Lan Zhan's life's work. And in the meantime, the background resentment in Caiyi Town is rising to dangerous levels…

The One-Body Problem by metisket

The good news is that Lan Jingyi has found a mentor, friend, and constant companion through the difficulties in life. The bad news is that that’s because he’s been accidentally possessed by the Yiling Patriarch.

Howling by MimiSpearmint

“Sizhui, go to the kitchen,” the Yiling Patriarch orders. His charge – Sizhui, Lan Wangji presumes – hesitates but obeys, looking back over his shoulder as he disappears. Apprentice out of the blast zone, the Patriarch storms up to Lan Wangji, eyes flashing red. “Three words: I. Am. Retired.” Lan Wangji is sent by the Institute to do two things: become the Yiling Patriarch's familiar, and report back his every movement. It does not go how any of them planned.

kick at the darkness 'til it bleeds daylight by AlfAlfAlfAlfAlf, tardigradeschool

The young man blinks at him. Wei Yuan doesn’t spend much time staring at his own face in the mirror, but he knows his reflection well enough; the dark eyes, the straight nose, the round face that comes to a pointed chin. This boy could be his exact double. “Who are you?” the Lan boy facing him asks, tilting his head. He’s got a hand on his sword, but he hasn’t drawn it yet. There’s a faint frown on his face. “Some kind of face-stealing spirit? A demon?” “Pretty rude to go around calling people demons,” Wei Yuan protests. -- Or, Wei Wuxian, presumed dead by the cultivation world, raises one Wen twin. Lan Wangji, presumed dead by Wei Wuxian, raises the other. A Parent Trap AU.

By Any Other Name by ShanaStoryteller

Wei Wuxian wakes up in Mo Xuanyu's body and heads straight for Lotus Pier. Wu Yingtai is the newest member of the Jiang Clan and rumored to be the future wife of Jiang Wanyin. Lan Wangji is not in love with her.

Everyanything by deliciousblizzardshark, lingeringdust

“I was going to do it! I had Wei Wuxian’s soul and his ritual and I was going to cast it, but I found my poor sister sobbing in the hallway, driven half-mad by our gege and I knew she needed the curse more than I did.” He grinned, slyly, underneath his thick layers of paint. “I knew she wanted to kill the same person I did. So I gave it to her; the soul, the ritual. As long as she promised to get revenge for me as well!” or Wei Wuxian is brought back from death into the body of Qin Su.

The Housewife's Guide to Causing Chaos by dvasva

“Of all the rotten luck I could have!” Outside, in between the gentle embrace of an imposing misty mountain and the caress of soft wind, stood the Cloud Recesses. It wasn’t a section that Wei Wuxian had recognized from his time in the sect, but the motifs of clouds and cranes in the buildings, the impeccable feng shui and carefully manicured paths, and the utter silence as the sect members slept peacefully, all burned themselves into Wei Wuxian’s eyes. No wonder the curtains were so firmly nailed to the walls! Any bit of demonic energy escaping the room could call down a veritable army of righteous cultivators! What sort of person in their right mind would dare to summon a spirit into their own body using resentful energy in the Cloud Recesses of all places? What kind of person would scoff so rudely at the Lan Clans most important rule, ‘Do not fraternize with evil?’ After being dead for four years, Wei Wuxian wakes up in a body he doesn't really feel comfortable with, in a place that he's sure wants him dead, and married to a man who surely hates him.

Words are Gonna Bleed from Me by GravityWinsAgain

"Yiling Laozu, GusuLan Triad requests your services." At this, Wei Wuxian laughs and a thousand ghosts laugh with him. ~Or: Wei Wuxian died and Yiling Laozu rose in his place. He has avoided the Triad societies he grew up around, maintaining his anonymity and forging a new cultivation path. Now, thirteen years later, Hanguang-jun walks into Demon-Subdue Hall and requests Yiling Laozu's services for GusuLan Triad. Something is stirring in the world. Something that necessitates his return to a life and to people he’s long since mourned as lost to him.

Going on charmingly by scribbet

He pulled the door open smoothly, leaving the noisemaker with their fist still raised mid-knock.  He could glimpse white robes underneath a thick and practical-looking travel cloak, but surely no member of his sect would think to barge in upon him in such a way. “Hello!” the interloper exclaimed, a bright smile coming into view as he lifted the sopping veils away to one side. “Would you happen to know how to reach the Cloud Recesses?” Or, a teenage Wei Wuxian arrives at the Lan sect as a (mostly) respected disciple of the Immortal Baoshan Sanren instead of the well-known troublemaker of Yunmeng Jiang. Lan Wangji learns to come to terms with this (eventually).

the problem with authority by isabilightwood

When Qin Su learns the truth about Jin Guangyao after the death of her son, she sacrifice summons Jiang Yanli. It goes slightly sideways. Jiang Yanli isn’t exactly one for revenge. But she does want her brother back, and the cultivation world could do with a bit of fixing. A resurrected Wei Wuxian is all too happy to help. But taking down Jin Guangyao would be easier if Lan Wangji stopped accidentally getting in the way.

Everything That Could Have Been by QueenXIV

Thirteen years of nothing were a long time, but for Wei Wuxian it had been literally nothing. One day he was filled with resentful energy, completely under the influence of the Yin Tiger Seal, and the next one he was waking up in a stranger’s body, confused, weak and being asked for revenge. Wei Wuxian then finds himself back in Cloud Recesses after encountering Lan Xichen and ends up becoming a caregiver for Lan Wangji, who is paying the price of everything Wei Wuxian did in his past life.

梅花/plum blossoms by bunnxianluvsu (MooseFeels), MooseFeels

Lan Wangji has been chief cultivator for many years when he is given a gift.

Fentao-laoshi's Guide to Cut-Sleeve Pleasures by occultings (microcomets)

Lan Wangji says, “I am also looking to . . . gain practical experience. It seemed mutually advantageous.” “Mutually advantageous,” Wei Wuxian echoes. “Wait. Do you mean I’d get to . . . ?” Lan Wangji stares at him. “Practice — on you?” Wei Wuxian finishes, his eyes round with disbelief. — During a shared summer studying in the Cloud Recesses, Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian diligently pursue an informed sexual education. What could possibly be the harm in some mutual learning?

In Imitation of Life by travelingneuritis

Lan Zhan stops in front of one of the bespoke duplicates— a male figure, small, creamy-skinned and lithe. The name on the plinth reads Mo Xuanyu. Lan Zhan tested it on his first pass through the room. The doll was empty. No signals bouncing around its artificial brain, no operating programs queued to autostart. Not even a blinking dormancy light. "Hey big guy," says Mo Xuanyu, chrome eyes sparkling with fun. "Who do I gotta fuck around here to get unplugged?" Wei Ying is a rogue AI come to life. Lan Zhan is… handling it.

The Blacksmith of Yiling by Aki_no_hikari

Wei Ying escapes his first winter in the streets by following the light and warmth of a forge. There he finds refuge, for himself, and others as well.

i’ll take a secondhand monster by Stratisphyre

“You must not stray to the lower levels, A-Yu,” Yao-ge told him with his scary, empty smile. “Or else I shall tell the beast down there to eat you.” There is a monster in Koi Tower.

The True Story of How Concubine Mo Seduced the Crown Prince by Enigmatree

(Spoiler: not a speck of seduction was involved. The Crown Prince to the Empire came fully seduced long before Concubine Mo was even called Mo Xuanyu, not that anybody else needs to know that.)

Give You What You Like by Jo Lasalle (Jo_Lasalle)

Wen Chao's dungeons are warm and comfy. Especially when there's two of you. (Or: what if Wen Chao had been a slightly more competent - or perhaps slightly luckier - villain?)

Teach Me The Ways by likeafox

Rogue Cultivator Wei Wuxian is the stuff of local legends. Some of those legends are even true! The ones about his tremendous experience in bed, on the other hand, are not so true. Which becomes a problem when Lan Wangji, on the verge of an arranged marriage and worried he won’t know how to please his future spouse, enlists Wei Ying's help to teach him the art of love-making. Wei Ying's great at improvisation, though, and is pretty sure he's got this sex mentor thing under control. What could possibly go wrong?

Crossed Wires by stardust_and_sunlight

“My laptop is cursed,” Lan Wangji said, stepping forward to place his bag on the counter and pull his laptop out. “My brother said you deal with that.” “Wei Ying!” the man called. “A curse for you!” [Lan Wangji's laptop is cursed, and he meets Wei Wuxian, expert in cursed technology.]

River-to-the-Sea Sure by Deastar

Wen guards escort Lan Wangji to his quarters at the end of the day’s indoctrination; this evening, Wei Wuxian follows, branching off at the last moment from the path to the building in which the Jiang disciples are lodged. “We’re all prisoners here either way,” he argues to the guards, with a disarming smile. “What does it matter which building I’m imprisoned in, eh?” After the guards slam the doors in Wei Wuxian’s face, the two of them are alone. Wei Wuxian folds down to sit, pulling his knees up and wrapping his arms around them. “Lan Zhan,” he says lightly. “What do you think Wen Chao and his henchmen would do, if I went into heat here?”

[naturalrights-retard]

Wars. Violence. Murder.

A corrosive and pervasive cultural war, and moral/spiritual corruption of the human person, these are but a few of the driving forces of the postmodern world. A mishmash of pathologically confused people ⏤ failed institutions, perverse media, and totalitarian ideologies that lack any semblance of a moral compass.

This is the foundation of postmodernity: objectivity and truth do not exist, everything is relative, and violence is accepted as long as it benefits the denizens of postmodern nihilism. Why? Totalitarian elites today, more than ever before, continue to pray at the altar of ‘the end justifies the means.’

But wars, violence, murder, and moral/spiritual corruption have always existed; some naïve people will object. Yes, this is true. The difference is that all of the above are sanctioned by the one-world, globalist elite despots that rule the world today.

Some of the reasons that Hamas invaded Israel and massacred innocent women and children are ominous signs of things to come for Western democracies:

1 – The massacre lets Iran and China – the masterminds who bankrolled the operation – know Israel’s resolve in defending itself, looking to the future.

2 – The massacre will mobilize terrorists, enemies of democracy, and globalist totalitarians throughout the world, from universities, woke corporations, alleged religious institutions, and the media. These are the war dogs that will do the bidding for today’s brand of terrorism: the ultimate form of postmodern guerrilla and asymmetrical warfare.

3 – There are several reasons for the timing of the Hamas massacre of Israelis that help answer the key question, why now? One of these is that Iran and China want to draw the US into what they hope turns into a global war.

4 – Another reason: Iran and China are testing the resolve of broken, dysfunctional, and corrupt Western people and their leaders; the dumbing down effect of intelligence, educational, and cultural institutions, making most citizens and institutions oblivious to the degree of police-state that their respective governments have created. This is especially poignant after the creation and spread of biological warfare that originated in China, beginning in 2019.

5 – Another reason, which Israeli citizens and their leaders must do great soul-searching about, is the powerful inroads that leftism and wokeism have made into the government of Israel. This has weakened Israel considerably and has exposed its strength as a nation.

6 – There is also Iran and China’s interest in disrupting the apparent closing ties between Israel and Saudi Arabia and undermining the Abraham Accords Declaration.

Iran and China need the US and Israel to squander human and military resources defending the war effort, a process they hope will be drawn out for many years to come.

For instance, Israel will utilize its air force and over 35 battalions, containing over 300,000 troops that will have to fight on many fronts. Israel will make use of over 300 tanks and more than 100 D9R fortified bulldozers in order to fight in the city, in a vast network of tunnels that Hamas has built, in addition to house-to-house guerilla warfare.

[tarot-thyme]

Pick A Card: A General Message

Choose a photo. You can base it off of intuition, vibes, or even just what photo you like best. Doesn’t matter.

All photos found on Pinterest; credits to owners.

Pile 1: Pouring Tea

First thing that came to mind was that you recently were told something shocking and are having troubles coming to terms with it. You are trying to convince yourself/others are trying to convince you to just accept it and move on. But you need to take a break. Rest. Take some time to really process it. Don’t react immediately. Take some time, figure out what you want to say, how you want to react. I’m seeing that the color purple, flowers, nighttime, or pansies are somehow relevant. Especially lovers or people that you love. Maybe someone close to you or their lover just revealed something to you that you don’t know how to feel about. Maybe someone confessed to you and you don’t know how to react. Pansies are the flower of sweet thoughts and the thoughts of lovers. Maybe people are telling you to get over it, to forgive. Maybe the thing you were told has to do with your lover’s thoughts or how your lover feels about something. You should let go of whatever is troubling you. If it is a person or group of people, let them go. Let the troubles pass, let them pass. Accept that they did something wrong or bad or anything else and let them go. However, letting them go might only be for a short time. You may go solitary, sitting with your thoughts. Maybe a spiritual retreat. Or maybe you will stop interacting with whoever is causing you confusion for a time. Take your time to savor the passing. Embrace the good things in your life. Take some time to realize that these feelings will not be forever. Explore yourself and your feelings. While you should take them into account, don’t let them consume you. Rest. Rest your mind and your soul and your body. You have been through a lot. You deserve it. Try taking a new approach to the situation. Instead of doing what you would typically do, try something else. I’m sensing that you wouldn’t be very mature about the situation at first, so try to take a more mature approach.

Pile 2: Two Glasses

First thoughts are that you’ve recently come to a revelation. Something that not many other people realize. I’m sending that it could be something more morbid or that people don’t talk about often. It could be something about someone you know or used to know, a place you’ve lived or visiting, etc. Something you have memories of. Whether it’s realizing that your childhood experiences were not so normal, or that your friends weren’t as good as you thought, you will or have realized something about a memory. Something you have always remembered, that you can recall in great detail, or that has just popped into your mind for no reason. It will be something that you want to take action to resolve or change. Childhood behaviors or a bad experience. Take this as a reminder to love and take care of yourself, even if you and/or others haven’t before. You have the wisdom that many others have denied or ignored. The cards encourage you to take steps to simplify your life in an effort to see the real you, who you really are, without any other distractions or influences. Discover your hidden self within. Now is a good time to delve into your childhood or bad times in your life or do shadow work or go to therapy.

Pile 3: Bottles of Milk

First thoughts are that you have all the time in the world. You don’t have to rush whatever you’re doing, it isn’t a fleeting moment. You have time. You can work on it, you can debate it, you can think about it. Take some time, and you will see the true wisdom. You will learn knowledge you have never thought of before. You will see things in a different light. You will respect and value things more after this. You will see the kindness in everything, the gallantry. You will transcend typical views and find your own path, your own thoughts. You are strong. Your soul is strong. You will learn to embrace yourself, to embrace all that around you. You are more than your job, more than your role, your age. You are more than your money and your assets. You will start to see things from a higher perspective. See the beauty around you. Realize that it will always be there, no matter what. There is always beauty.