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[yanderedrabbles]

Yandere Neighbour - Noncon

With your electricity out and your devices dead, you have no choice but to turn to your neighbour for help. He's more than willing to welcome you into his home. Really, you're lucky he's such a nice guy.

Tags: male yandere x gender neutral reader, noncon, somno, just the tip anal, daddy kink but only if you squint, 3.3k words

Living in the middle of nowhere had its perks. Privacy. Untouched nature. Peace and quiet.

But after the third day with no electricity, those perks were starting to look pretty damn weak. Your fridge was sitting in an ever expanding puddle. Almost all your devices were dead. And if you had to take one more cold shower you were going to cry.

It was when you were digging through your drawer looking for desperately needed batteries that you found your neighbour's number. He'd offered it to you a little while after you moved in, and while you two were on friendly terms, you'd never actually spoken for longer than a few minutes. You sighed, looked at the 10% left on your phone and decided that desperate times called for desperate measures.

You: hey, it's me. I still haven't got any power. Do you mind if I come over to charge some stuff?

He replied almost instantly.

Unknown: aww that sucks

Unknown: come on over. I've got hot stew and a generator

Unknown: and you can take a hot shower too if you want

Score. And to think you found him intimidating at first. Just goes to show that you can't judge on appearances. You packed a change of clothes, your devices and the last tub of ice cream that wasn't totally melted. You'd find some way to properly pay him back but a tub of chocolate fudge double cream wasn't a bad way to start.

He was waiting on his porch when you pulled up. A bear of a man in a flannel and blue jeans, a five o' clock shadow darkening his jaw.

"Howdy neighbour," he drawled, opening your door for you while you grabbed your stuff. "Regretting leaving the city yet?"

You huffed a laugh. "You do NOT want to know the answer to that."

His cabin was much larger than yours, a two storey behemoth with wide windows and exposed beams. It had a rustic charm - like some natural park Air BnB where they charged a weeks pay for just one night. A little too big for just one man. Didn't he get lonely?

"I brought some ice cream and chocolate to say thank you. And also because it miiight have been melting."

He opened the door for you and ushered you through with a hand on your lower back.

"Hell, I'll never say no to something sweet."

There was a fire burning in the fireplace and a stack of logs in a crate next to it. He was so much better suited to this life than you were. He locked the door behind you and slipped the keys into his pocket.

"Old habit," he explained with an easy grin.

"Why don't you get settled? I'll plug your stuff in."

You handed over your tech with a relieved sigh.

"Thank you. Really. I'm so behind on work already and I haven't heard anything back from the power company."

"I wouldn't hold my breath," he said. "Once ended up going a week straight with not even a light bulb flickering."

You winced. "It gets that bad?"

"Yep. Especially in winter. Gets dangerous then too."

He tilted his head at you, concerned. "You need to get yourself better sorted before it starts snowing. I hate to think of you stuck out there when the blizzards start rolling in."

God, could you be any more of a city slicker? You rubbed your neck, embarrassed.

"Thanks. I've been here a few months now and I guess I just didn't realise how serious things can get."

"It's all good. But if I'm honest, I get worried thinking about you out there all alone. Plenty of drifters end up passing through. Not a good place to be alone, not for a little thing like yourself."

Little? You wanted to feel indignant, but looking at his bulk, you reckoned that most folk probably seemed little to him.

He lead you to the fireplace and poured you a mug of coffee from the pot that was waiting for you. He jerked his head at the hunting rifle on display above the mantle.

"I can teach you to shoot, if you've got some free time."

You took a sip of the coffee, internally debating with yourself. You could see the sense in your offer but you weren't a big fan of guns. Hell, just being around them was nerve wrecking enough. Maybe -

You looked down at your mug in surprise.

"This is some really good stuff."

The coffee was strong, bitter in the best sort of way. You could catch a hint of chocolate in it too. Just sweet enough to make your toes curl.

" 'Course. Only the best for my guest. Help yourself to another cup. I'll just put your stuff on charge and be right back."

You finished your drink in a few sips and happily poured a second serving. Hot coffee... man, you didn't think three days without it would be so tough. Usually, you were pretty sensitive to caffeine. But by the time your neighbour came back, your head was tilted back and you were half asleep.

You tried to shake yourself out of it but he just laughed and pushed you back down.

"You probably haven't had a good sleep since the power went out. Just rest. We can talk once you wake up."

"I'm sorry..."

"It's fine." His hand was still on your shoulder, thumb rubbing small circles into your neck. "It's just fine with me."

You drifted off after that. Into a deep sleep without any dreams. Waking up was like slogging through molasses.

"Finally up sleepy head?"

It was dark outside and your neighbour was on one knee in front of the fire place, coaxing fresh wood to catch.

You sat up slowly. Your muscles ached and there was a strange, salty taste on your tongue.

"My heads killing me..."

He stood, poker still in his hand. "You must be starving then. I've already got some food on the stove. You'll feel better after you eat."

You didn't feel hungry at all. If anything, you felt almost hangover.

"Thanks," you managed. "I'm sorry to be such a bother."

He waved you away. "I don't mind a bit."

He came back with a bowl of steaming hot chow and stood with his arms crossed on the back of your couch while you ate.

"It's real late. I reckon you should stay over. I don't want you driving on dirt when it's so dark."

"Oh, it's fine. I've already put you out so much."

"Don't be silly. I insist."

You shivered without meaning to. That almost growl, low and bordering on menacing. It was so familiar, so...

"Just like that. Look at you, half asleep and still desperate for my cock."

"You like the taste? Yeah, I bet you fucking do."

"Ain't just gonna use your mouth next time."

You squeezed your eyes shut. Where the hell was this coming from? Were you remembering some sick dream from this afternoon?

"You okay there neighbour?"

You nodded. "Just my head."

Maybe he was right. Driving when you were so disorientated was just asking for trouble.

"If you really don't mind... I'll be happy to sleep over."

He laughed, a deep, rumbling thing. "I'll make the guest room up special, just for you."

"Could I use your shower too?"

"I offered didn't I? Come on, I'll show you where it is."

He took you to the master bedroom and jerked his thumb at the en-suite.

"Hot water is the most reliable in there. Door doesn't close that well though, so don't mind it. I'll be downstairs when you're done."

You brushed your teeth carefully. You lips felt sore, bruised in a way you couldn't explain.

You waited until you heard his footsteps going down the stairs before you stripped off your clothes. You stood under the hot water for a good few minutes, luxuriating in the feeling. The bathroom was thick with steam when you finally got to scrubbing yourself. The door was open just a crack and the bedroom beyond was dark. You forgot all about it until you heard the creak of the hinges.

You whirled to face the door, your hands coming up to cover yourself. The steam was too thick to see through. You called his name.

Nothing.

You stepped out with suds still on your thighs and pushed the door open. The room beyond was empty.

You sighed. God, you were being paranoid. Your neighbour was a great guy. It was unfair of you to treat him like a peeping tom when he'd gone out of his way to make you comfortable. It must have been just an errant draught.

You stepped back into the shower and rinsed yourself off. But no matter what you told yourself, you still kept an eye on the door.

When you went to change into your fresh clothes, you spent at least five minutes hunting for your underwear. Did you drop it somewhere? Oh, please say your undies weren't just sitting in the middle of his hallway. That would be beyond embarrassing.

Eventually you gave up and just decided to go without them. Not comfortable at all but still better than walking around in a towel to look for them. And much better than calling your neighbour in to help. Wouldn't that be fun? 'Hey neighbour that I don't know that well, you haven't seen my intimates lying around, have you?' Yeah, you'd never again get invited over after something like that.

When you were dressed, you found him already on his way up the hall. He was carrying a glass of water and some pills.

"Thought you might still have a headache, so I brought you some painkillers."

You paused, nervous but not sure why.

"Thanks." His hands dwarfed yours when he handed them over. You didn't recognise the name of on the pills, but they looked harmless. You tossed them back and gagged at the bitter aftertaste.

"They pack a punch, so tell me when you start to get drowsy."

"Aye aye captain."

You followed him to the guest room. It was at the very back on the second story, quieter than the rest of the house. A huge glass wall gave you a view of the forest disappearing into the darkness. You could see the ghost of your reflection in the glass, your neighbour a hulking, shapeless mass at your shoulder.

He took a seat in an armchair across form the bed and stretched out his legs. You perched on the edge of the mattress, still feeling a bit like an intruder.

"How long have you been staying out here?” you asked.

He smiled at you, teeth glinting almost wolf-like. "Got you curious?"

"A little. Folk in town say they hardly see you. I don't know... I'm just wondering if you ever get lonely."

He was quiet and you cursed yourself for being so nosy. You hurried to fill the silence.

"It's just that I get a bit lonely out here too. 'Specially when it's so quiet. And I guess I was wondering if it's the same for you."

He smiled at you, rueful. "At times. Used to be worse, but I've got a new interest to keep me occupied nowadays."

"Oh yeah? What?"

"Bird watching."

"Really? What do you look for?"

The way the room was lit up, you couldn't see his eyes. They fell into shadow and you only had his lips to read his emotions by. He smirked, slow and almost mocking.

"Just one bird I look out for. Flighty little thing. Tends to get caught by predators a lot. You’d probably recognise it."

The polite thing to do would be to ask what it was called. You didn't. Some part of whispered that you wouldn't like the answer.

You must have been quiet a little too long because he took it as his cue to leave. He stood, a mountain of muscle, his eyes not quite as nice as they seemed that afternoon. A trick of the light, surely. He wouldn't hurt a fly.

"You rest up. Got a busy day tomorrow."

"G'night."

He was gone before you thought to ask what he meant. And you were passed out on your pillows before you realised it. He was right. The pills sure did pack one hell of a punch.

You were aware of a shadow at the end of your bed. You weren't fully awake, and your limbs were slow and heavy with more than just sleep.

"Who..."

The shadow reached down and one warm paw circled your ankle.

"Just me little bird."

You knew that voice. It was the voice that brought you warm food and invited you in from the cold. You could trust it. Could go back to sleep and not worry about anything.

'No,' some part of you hissed, 'He's not as safe as you think.'

"Cold..."

The shadow laughed and it was the laugh of the fox finding the rabbit's den. Nasty. Hungry.

"Cold huh? Don't worry baby. I'll warm you right up."

He yanked your ankle towards him and your whole body slid down the bed. You were too drowsy to stop it.

"Knew you were gonna be mine the second I saw you," he cooed, hands running up your thighs.

His fingers slipped under your waistband, nails scraping your hip bones.

"Dumb little thing from the city. Doesn't even realise I've tripped all their breakers. That's why you don't have power baby. It's all me."

His fingers were as big as the rest of him. Thick, meaty. Skin rough from working outdoors. You whined when his fingertips scraped the edges of your hole.

"No underwear. You needy slut. That's practically a written and signed invitation to fuck you."

He pulled your pants down to your ankles and pushed your knees up to your stomach. And you were too out of it to stop him. Limp and pliable as a fuck doll.

Your tight ass was exposed to the cold air, entirely at the mercy of whatever he wanted to do.

"Cute." He circled his thumb around the rim, almost pushing in but not quite. "Wanted to be in this ass since you first showed up at my door all those months ago. Lookin' up at me all sweet. Fuck, it's enough to drive a man to desperation."

He lowered his head and you could feel his warm breath washing over your thighs.

He dragged his tongue across your hole. Some part of you must have been more awake than the rest, because your whole body jerked away from him.

"None of that," he cooed, hands digging into your thighs and dragging you back. "I haven't even gotten started yet."

He licked you again, deeper this time. The flexed tip of his tongue pushing at your entrance, and to your dull horror, actually slipping in. He moaned and you could feel the vibrations all through your crotch.

He pulled out and spat, rubbed it in with his fingers. One of them pushed in until the second joint, curling into your walls so rough that you gasped.

"Please..."

"Please what?" he mocked. "Please fuck my tight little ass? Please cum inside me? Use your words little bird."

"Please...stop..."

That made him laugh again, made him shove his finger in all the way to the knuckle. Twisting so cruelly as he pulled out and jerked back in.

"Stop? Stop? After all the work it took to get you here? No way baby. I'm not slowing down and I'm sure as fuck not stopping."

You heard the sound of his belt unbuckling, followed by a sharp intake of breath when he nudged his leaking head against your hole.

"You’re not going to remember this. And I'm not going to leave any evidence."

He pushed your legs tighter against your chest.

"So as much as I want to fuck you rotten, you're gonna have to be happy with just the tip."

He'd done a good job loosening and lubing you, but it still burned like a hot poker when he forced his way in. He groaned, almost in pain.

"You're fucking choking me. God, do you want my cum so bad?"

You could feel when the tip was in. That tiny difference in thickness between his head and shaft was oh so noticeable when your ass was clenching and fluttering around it. It was the smallest mercy, but mercy nonetheless.

He was panting from the effort of getting it in, the effort of holding back. The size difference between you almost perverse. Like a draft stallion trying to mount a pony. In every way, he was just too fucking big.

He spat in his hand and brought it to his cock, ran his palm up and down his shaft with sickly wet strokes. The combination of his palm and your squeezing ass was fucking delicious.

He had great stamina but fuck if it didn't feel like you were milking him.

He let go long enough to smack your ass. It almost finished him. You clenched around him so hard it felt like his tip was getting fucking crushed.

"Shiiiit, you're the best hole I've ever had. Can't wait 'til I can go all the way."

You whined, pitiful as snared prey. There were words there, though they were too slurred to make out. Something about Daddy and please and stop. He ignored you.

He pushed in a little deeper and watched your face scrunching up. So helpless, so fucking caught. That was what did it. The knowledge that he could do this to you at any point and you'd be helpless to stop it.

He came inside you, snarling through clenched teeth, his fingers digging into your thigh hard enough to bruise. You'd notice the marks in the morning and chalk it up to just being clumsy. But he'd know. He'd see the bruises peeking out from the hem of your shorts and his cock would twitch just a little at the memory of leaving them.

His cock pulsed. Shot strings of spunk deep inside you. You could feel it. Hot, too hot. Gross. Make it stop. Get it out.

He pulled out with a wet pop. His cum drooled down and he took a minute to work it back into you with his finger. Your hole was gaping just a little and it made his balls pulse. If he had the time...

"A real fucking mess. And on my good sheets too. You're a terrible guest."

He mopped up whatever cum remained with a balled up piece of martial that he pulled from his pocket. Even in you stupor, you recognised it as your missing underwear.

"Terrible guest, but the perks of having you around are pretty fucking sweet."

He dropped your knees back to the mattress, pulled your pants back into place and roughly yanked the duvet over you. He grabbed your jaw and smiled at the lost, drowsy look in your half open eyes.

"Got a big day tomorrow. Gonna wake up and find your whole house was flooded. Ruined. Gonna have nowhere to stay but with me."

He sounded smug. It made your guts twist.

Outside, the night grew quiet. A predator was hunting and most prey knew better than to catch its attention.

"I made sure of it. All your family and friends in the city are away from home. There's no one around to help you out..."

He tightened his grip just enough to watch the fear start dancing in your eyes.

"No one...except me."

He let you go and smiled that same warm, comforting smile from that afternoon.

"Dumb little thing. Got no clue how your water mains work, do you? Got no idea how easy they are to sabotage."

He tutted. "Got me so damn busy. I'm gonna have to run to your place, fuck shit up and be back here before you wake up for real."

He traced his index finger over your lips and left behind a sticky coating of spunk. You'd wake up tasting salt again, with no memory of why.

"But it's fine. I forgive you. After today we'll have plenty of time together. Rest of our lives in fact. So just sleep tight and forget what you think you've dreamed."

There are perks to living in the middle nowhere. Privacy. Untouched nature. Peace and quiet.

There are perks, but unfortunately for you, your neighbour isn't one of them.

[thecuriousbeauty]

Calm after the Storm- Harry Styles x reader blurb (Fluff!)

Word count: 1.7K

Synopsis: When a late night thunderstorm brings up memories of a past accident, Y/N finds herself spiraling, until Harry races home to be her calm in the chaos.

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You’d thought maybe, just maybe, you’d grown out of it.

The fear.

You are older now. Stronger. You could parallel park and file taxes and take your vitamins regularly. But then the storm rolled in, as sudden and uninvited as always, and the fear was back before the first rumble even fully settled into the sky.

The memories hit harder than the thunder.

You remembered the way the car had spun. The rain is like a waterfall on the windshield. The truck’s headlights. The scream you hadn’t even known was yours until someone pulled you from the wreckage, shaking and glass-dusted. That was two years ago now. No broken bones, but plenty of scars where no one could see.

You’d never really told Harry the full story. Just that you weren’t a fan of storms. That they made you feel small. On edge.

And tonight, they were worse than ever.

The wind howled. The rain slapped the windows in sideways bursts. Your power flickered twice. You sat curled on the couch in one of Harry’s hoodies, clinging to a throw blanket like it was a life raft, phone clenched in both hands. You hadn’t realized you were holding your breath until it caught in your throat when the thunder cracked again, so loud it made the house creak.

He should’ve been home by now.

Your fingers shook slightly as you tapped on his name in your favorites. The phone rang once. Twice—

“Hi, love.”

His voice, so familiar, warm and raspy, it crackled softly through the speaker. You exhaled, like your lungs had finally remembered how to work.

“Where are you?”

“‘Bout five minutes away. Got caught behind some flooding, had to go around.”

You pressed the heel of your hand to your forehead. “You should’ve waited it out, Harry. It’s, it’s getting worse.”

“I know, sweetheart. But you sounded scared when you texted. I didn’t wanna leave you alone in this.”

You swallow thickly. “I’m fine, I just… I hate this. And I hate that you’re out in it. What if-” You stop yourself. The words feel too close to that memory.

Harry’s quiet for a beat, then says gently, “I’m being careful. Promise. Not speeding. Driving like an old man. Even played that weird rainy day playlist you made to keep me calm.”

That pulls a laugh out of you, watery but real. “You mean the one with Norah Jones, Phoebe Bridgers, and SZA?”

“Yeah. Had me in my feelings and everything.”

You sniffle, pulling the blanket tighter. “You’re really only five minutes away?”

“Closer now. Turning onto our street.”

The relief is instant. Your body, tense as a violin string, begins to slowly unclench.

“Keep talking to me?” you ask softly.

“Of course, baby. Always.”

He tells you about the old man with the bright yellow poncho walking his dog in the storm, and how he saw a kid trying to catch raindrops with his mouth. Just small things. But his voice is like a tether keeping you grounded.

Then headlights spill through the rain-soaked windows, and you scramble off the couch, bare feet cold on the hardwood as you rush to the door.

By the time you open it, he’s already halfway up the path, soaked to the bone. His curls are dripping into his eyes, hoodie clinging to him like a second skin. But he’s smiling. That Harry kind of smile. Soft and full of light, like you’re his favorite thing to see.

“Hey,” he says, holding up a hand like a peace offering. “Told you I’d make it.”

You don’t answer. Just throw your arms around him, not caring that his clothes are wet and freezing. He drops his keys, wrapping you up like he’s been waiting all night to do it.

“Shhh, I’ve got you,” he whispers into your hair. “You’re okay now. I’m here.”

You don’t realize you’re crying until you feel the warm trail of a tear slide down your cheek, and Harry pulls back just enough to cradle your face in both hands.

“Love,” he murmurs, brows furrowed. “Talk to me.”

You shake your head. “I’m sorry. I just… storms make me feel like I’m there again. In the accident. I didn’t tell you everything before.”

He doesn’t press. Just thumbs the tear from your cheek, waiting.

“It was raining. Really bad. I lost control on the freeway. I didn’t hit anyone, but the car was totaled, and I remember the lights, the noise, how fast everything happened. And then just... silence.”

You breathe out shakily.

“And now every time it storms, it feels like it could happen again.”

Harry pulls you close again, tighter this time, hand gently cradling the back of your head.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he says softly. “That must’ve been terrifying.”

You nod against his chest, soaked fabric cold against your skin, but the warmth of his arms is enough to steady you.

“I’m here now,” he says, voice firm. “You don’t have to go through this by yourself.”

He kisses the top of your head and gently ushers you inside, toeing the door shut behind him. “You must have been really scared waiting for me huh?”, he mumbles, looking at you like he wished he could make your memories go away. You nodded, then pulled away slowly, realizing he needs to change. 

“I’ll keep it in mind now. I’ll make sure I’m with you if there’s a storm like this. Or try to get you as soon as possible. Hate the thought of you being alone, baby.”, he delicately traced his thumb on your cheek and you give him a small smile. “You’re sweet. Um, you should change babe, you’ll get sick.”

“Nah, I’m superman. But I’ll be back in one minute, okay?”

He disappears just long enough to change out of his wet clothes, reappearing in fresh sweats and a dry tee that clings to his chest in the best way.

He lights your favorite candle, vanilla and sandalwood and pads back over to you, tugging a thick comforter off the couch. You don’t even have to ask. You both curl up on the floor with pillows and tea, like you’ve done a hundred times before.

“D’you want me to put something on?” he asks, nodding toward the remote. “We can watch one of your comfort movies. Or that bakery show you like. The one where they all cry over soufflés.”

You smile faintly. “No, this is good. Just… stay here.”

He does. Of course he does.

His fingers find yours beneath the blanket, slow and soft, like they’re learning the shape of your hand all over again. He’s humming under his breath. You tilt your head toward him.

“What is that?”

“Hmm?”

“That song you’re humming.”

He grins. “Just something I sing sometimes when I can’t sleep.”

You nudge him. “Sing it.”

He lifts your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles, his voice low and soothing as he starts to sing, quietly at first:

“Don’t you worry 'bout a thing, my love The storm’ll pass, and the sky’ll clear above I’ll be here, arms wide and open You’re safe now, no more hoping…”

You blink slowly, leaning into him. His voice is rich and smooth, wrapping around you like another blanket. His hand strokes your hair as he continues, voice dropping to a murmur near the end:

“Close your eyes, it’s just the rain Nothing here can cause you pain You’ve got me, and I’ve got you That’s all we need to make it through.”

When he stops, there’s silence. Thick, warm, safe.

“I love you,” you whisper.

Harry turns his head and kisses your temple, then your cheek, then your lips. Slow and deep like he’s pouring everything into it.

“I love you more,” he murmurs. 

Outside, the storm begins to soften. The thunder, distant now. The rain, more of a lullaby than a threat.

You must’ve dozed off again at some point, lulled by Harry’s heartbeat and the scent of sandalwood and tea. When you stir next, the windows are streaked with quiet rain, no lightning in sight. The room is golden and calm.

Harry’s still there, of course he is. His hand is resting on your hip, thumb tracing slow circles through the fabric of your sweatshirt. He’s watching you with this look that makes your chest ache a little, like you hung the stars.

You blink up at him, lips twitching into a sleepy smile. “Hey.”

“There’s my girl,” he murmurs, voice still all hushed and cozy. “Storm’s passed.”

You glance toward the window, then back at him. “Really?”

He nods, nose brushing yours. “Guess you can stop shaking like a little leaf now.”

You laugh, swat him lightly. “I was not.”

“Oh, you were,” he teases, grinning. “Thought I was gonna have to wrap you in bubble wrap and sing lullabies for the next ten hours.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling now, really smiling, and Harry catches it, tilting his head.

“There it is,” he says softly.

“What?”

“That smile.” He taps your cheek with his finger. “Been lookin’ for that all night.”

You duck your head, cheeks warming, and he tugs you close again, arms around your waist like he never plans to let go.

“Y’know,” he adds, a mischievous glint in his eye, “next time it storms, I might fake some thunder sounds just to get you to cuddle me like that again.”

You gasp. “You would not.”

He wiggles his eyebrows. “Don’t tempt me. Might even get one of those thunderstorm sleep apps and play it on loop.”

“Harry!”

“I’m just kidding, love.”, he coos, rubbing your nose with his. He didn’t need to say that. He was trying to lighten up the mood about it, and you appreciated it. Jokes were one way to deal with it.

You’re laughing now, really laughing, bright and unfiltered and so full of love.You push his chest playfully. “You’re such a menace.”

He kisses the tip of your nose. “Yeah, but I’m your menace.”

And as you lie there with him, wrapped up in candlelight and laughter and the last soft sighs of the rain, you realize that maybe storms aren’t so scary anymore.

Not when he’s the calm that always comes after.

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2024 Numerology

- Predictions/Tips

Credit @moonastrogirl

2024 is an 8 year. Karma will be served like no one has ever seen it. Power and money will be given to the right people who deserve it.

Number 8 is often associated with the infinity ♾️ symbol which means limitless, abundance but it’s wrong. It’s the symbol of the snake eating his own tail. It’s the symbol of karma which can be a good thing or a bad thing, depending on past actions and karma laws.

Number 0 is the true symbol of infinity. It’s wholeness. It’s love. It’s true bliss and abundance. It’s joy and surprise combined. Everything has to come in a full cercle. To receive abundance someone gotta give back too. That’s why lot of millionaires and billionaires donate to charity or do charity galas etc. They know to multiple their money and gains they have to give back and create the full cercle energy.

Those with a prominent Saturn or Saturn ruled placements in their chart/Saturn aspecting personal planets in their birth chart or with a prominent 8 energy in their numerology chart will understand what it truly means and how the smallest action can impact someone.

Power, connections and money will be taken away from abusive people who were using others, gossiping, spreading rumours, lying etc. Divine justice will be served. Honest , generous, loving people will receive their flowers and more.

The scales ⚖️ of divine justice are bringing back true equilibrium.

Those who went through it, true givers and generous people will receive if they are willing to receive. Takers will lose everything if they are not willing to give. People who were made fun of or put down by society for what they do even if they don’t harm anyone (prostitues for instance) will receive plenty and fast. Victims of circumstances, of violence, of abuse will also receive what they need.

Again it’s based on the willingness to receive and give back.

This energy is already being felt for weeks now : karma is here. She serves and delivers like no one. Already conspiring and bringing powerful people down (P Diddy - Cassie case).

Releasing bad karma, bad habits, lies (even white lies) is key 🔑 to receive blessings. It’s best to proactively go get yours blessings, they won’t just come to you. Work hard and smart.

Be willing to release and receive, give back and have faith.

Wishing you and myself peace, love, blessings and abundance for 2024 and may the scales of divine justice be in our favours 💫

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@crocgirl929 : Heyyo! Hope you’re doing well. Just wanted to ask what your thoughts would be on how Viktor would treat his Lumen after evolving into his final form. Clearly he was past the point of caring about humanity. Do you think he would discard the reader’s lumen, or maybe even destroy it? Or would his change manifest in his lumen with the reader flying away and abandoning them?

god that’s so many good questions… lemme split this into a hopeful route and a tragic route as to reach all points!!!

for both ideas i’m going to assume your lumen survived not getting sucked into the hex core when it melded with viktor!!

the angst could start as early as viktor refusing to let you follow him to the undercity where he’ll later create the commune. perhaps he excuses that he needs space after going through such a transformation, or that he refuses to be around you after the hexcore killed Sky. he does keep your lumen—that part of him that holds that affection is still there if not a bit muffled.

eventually he’d send word to you through one of his followers which scares the hell out of you, but you go to his commune and see the peace he’s created. there is something odd about him, in the way he holds you as you both talk about the last time you saw one another. when he explains what he’s trying to do, you’re wary of the consequences it might bring. you’d always been scared of the hexcore, even more so after learning it killed sky.

tragic route:

there’s plenty that can happen here. he could use his newfound powers on you out of sheer belief that he’s helping you only to leave you as a puppet of your former self that’s still somewhat there but not and you can’t even be angry. i fully believe after he’s “cured” people their lumens have disappeared, showing just how empty they become. Viktor will not find fault in this, but Jayce will when he finds out!!!

but before going down that hole, it could also go another way as far as Viktor knowing deep down you don’t trust the world he wants to build but still following him out of sheer love. he won’t question that, but after Jayce shoots him (of which you could very well just die here too, just saying) and he persists it’s not just him losing Sky in that last evolution—it could be your lumen too. it could be that your lumen leaves or that it actually disappears and he could justify it too easily that in order to reach that perfection he has to leave behind this fated tie and so it just vanishes and perhaps you don’t die (or you do this is tragic ya know) but you’ll feel this profound heartbreak of this bond just snapping in two and his lumen not dying but disappearing as the last bit of humanity that makes up his soul and his lumen vanishes to return to him and his version of “perfection.”

if you cross paths in his new form, he’ll apologize for sacrificing your bond, but he’ll do his best to explain why it was necessary in the grand scheme of things and it’ll just destroy you to hear. you’ll truly believe he’s gone, then.

hopeful route:

this route would consist of Viktor always keeping your lumen on the outskirts of his newfound power, his evolution with the help of Singed. Even in his “perfect” form he will still recall his affection for you and your lumen even if you do not agree with what he’s done. still he keeps your lumen with him at all times, perhaps even his new body morphs in a way to keep your lumen caged to him idk 🤷🏼‍♀️

it’ll be a key to talking him back to his senses as he refuses to give up your lumen and perhaps after curing his past followers he’s seen their lumens disappear and that’s why he refuses to turn you into one. you’ll be his one exception to perfection and Jayce will use that weakness as well as you to make him understand!!!

[newkatzkafe2023]

Can you please have the Monkey Kings reacting to their monkey S/O (gender unimportant) who's super motherly/fatherly/parental towards any kids they cross paths with? Like SWK's knew his S/O to be a fierce sharp-tongued warrior, now he's seeing them playing with human kid and monkey cubs like they were their own...

Baby fever incoming!!!!!🤯🤯🤯🤭🤭🤭

(Lmk Wukong) He couldn't believe his eyes. You With the ability to put the fear Of god into your many enemies. You are over here caring for the baby monkeys like you are their mom. I've been doing that for many years being together with him , but sometimes it still baffles him. One time you were caught away. What are the long keys that wouldn't stop crying? And the second he was in your arms. He was at peace again. It was like you were meant to do this while being a powerful warrior. He tends to daydream about. What would it be like when you guys have your very own cub. God never fails to put a blush on his face. He is really wondering if you are trying to tell him something???

(NR Wukong) He has been noticing does something's going on with you. You who can beat the crap out of demons Enemy is left and right You've been getting side tracked by the children of the city. You would watch all of them like a hawk and made sure they don't get into it any trouble. One time a little human girl almost ran into the street and you with your inhumane reflexes got her by her arm before a Motorcycle can hit her. You even treated Li like He was your son making sure he ate healthy got plenty of sleep even go As far as washes clothes or bandage up his bruises. He's starting to wonder if you yourself wants to be a mother. But he's nervous to ask cause last time you broke his mask While he was wearing it. But between you and me you will love to be mother

(HIB Wukong) He noticed how You are much more attentive to Liuer then he is. Not just with him but with all the village children. He has seen you viciously rip the head Of a demon that was messing with the tool of you. But the next moment you're helping a young mother calmed down her new born baby. Like you were the mother of that child as well. It probably doesn't help out a lot of the Village children dubbed you as mama (Y/N). As you were always protecting them along with protecting Liuer If this doesn't get it through Wukong's Thicks Skull that you want a child then I don't What to tell you.

(Mk Reborn Wukong) He seen you like that with fruity. You lay watse to demon armies for a living yet You find yourself attending to a tiny baby fruit fairy??? You clearly don't seem Mind but it's confusing to him a little. He would always tease you about it and you would always cave his face in. Even with the monk in the village , the children would rather talk to you than to him. Your answers to things are funnier , but it makes more sense to where they even they'll understand. Then they will come and ask more questions what's your patient enough to answer. He could not believe his eyes. Usually when people are annoying, you would already rip their heads off their shoulders. But then again, these are just children that are talk into you. They're no real threat or annoyance they're just being themselve. When this whole journey thing is over , he'll wanna pull you to the side and ask if you want to start a family. You know wanna you won't kill him.

(Netflix Wukong) He is already aware of how popular you are with the village children. One moment you're caving in the face of a invader Is demon who dared to attack Your home. The next moment you're on your helping a small child who scraped their knee. You even kissed it better to be sure does there no longer in pain. You also get protective Of my inner things falling objects treacherous walk ways Do we even take the time to explain to the children That there are some tools they are far too young to use yet Such as kitchen knives. You don't even like them running around with sticks they found on the ground You watch every single one of them like a hawk just like a mother would. A lot at a time he will be on the side blushing of already imagining the family you would probably have In the late future.

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[hanako-arasakas-twink]

"One soul in a thousand lifetimes."

[Hanako Arasaka Masterlist]

Pairings: Hanako Arasaka x Gender-Neutral!V

Warnings/Tags: No major warnings; Drama

A/N: It's my 2nd playthrough of CP 2077 and I'm still bummed we didn't get any other questlines from Hanako aside from meeting her at Embers 😪

Synopsis: When a woman in power craved for power, she will do everything that's necessary to keep that power. But what happens when she realizes that you are the key to what she was searching for?

It takes a steel heart and a ruthless mind to become a Night City legend.

How many times have you heard that from different people? Probably more than one could count. Every heist, every job—every biz you take from countless fixers, how many of them have truly made your name known? Many people have known your name ever since your heist with Jackie at the Konpeki Plaza. The man who’s delusional enough to steal from the Arasaka. More importantly, at the timely death of Saburo during your heist there. Many people have tried hunting you down to get a plentiful sum of eddies from the Arasakas. Yorinobu, especially, wanted your head. 

But not everyone knows about what truly happened at that time, right? 

Not for Hanako.

She knew what happened; she knew that her brother killed their father and that he wanted the empire to fall. Ever since then, she knew her brother loathed Saburo and his principles—though admirable, it was foolish. Especially when done out of anger and not carefully planned. 

But Hanako? She takes her time well. She wanted to take things slow and steady, and soon perhaps she would run the Arasaka herself. First, she needed your help. 

That’s the reason why you met her at Embers—to talk to her about the help she’s willing to give, in exchange for the help that you’re going to give. 

As she took a sip of her whiskey, Hanako’s eyes lingered on yours. Never taking her eyes off you like a huntress assessing her prey. 

Even Johnny didn’t like the way she looked at you. Through your eyes, Johnny’s reliving his nightmare—the same nightmare you’re facing right now, Arasaka having its hand wrapped tightly around your neck like you were some chicken ready for butchering. 

“So…” Hanako said, placing her glass down as she kept her gaze steady and unreadable. 

“What would it be, V? Testify against my brother, you get to be healed. Refuse… well… you will see,” she added. Her tone was elegant and calm despite the brewing storm behind her words.

You know it was a trap, you know damn well that it was a risky take but you have no choice. This isn’t the life that you wanted but it’s the only life you’ll ever have. There is no way in hell you would let Johnny take over your body—not that he wanted to anyway, his time was up. He just wanted a permanent death; a permanent peace from the endless purgatory Arasaka has put him through. And to live as you, in an identity the Arasaka knew by now, will be like living as him as before. Nothing has changed but nothing stayed either—everything he had, he lost. He didn’t want to live through it all again. 

To hear Hanako’s offer of a new life and a new beginning sounded like a paradise. But instead of using the SoulKiller to trap you like Johnny, it would be like sleeping for a second and waking up to a new body like nothing has happened. Though this offer is only given to the elite who can pay, Hanako is willing to give it to you for free—assuming that you will side with her, of course. 

Eyeing the guards surrounding you both, you then turn your gaze back at Hanako. She looked pretty confident about herself, almost as if she already knew what words you were going to say. 

You then said, “And how will I know if I can trust you?”

“Trust is a strong word for a strong act, and the fact that I am offering you the same thing I offer to people much… capable than you is my own version of ‘trust’ that you will help testify against my brother,” she said simply. 

However, there’s nothing “simple” about Hanako’s words. Although reassuring, there’s this uncertainty her tone gives. Perhaps it was her choice of words—the same words she used to rival other corporations in their wars between wits and logic, but it was enticing. 

You hated the corporations, you hated their ways. Yet in this desperate time you were trapped in, shaking hands with the devil didn’t sound too bad at all. 

“And you think those suit-wearing bastards are going to take the words of a mercenary?” You asked, making Hanako smirk at your resilience and wanting to ensure everything would go smoothly. 

It was a valid question, nonetheless. How would they trust someone whose life revolved around filth, crime, and death? They were too pristine, too ignorant to even look at people like yourself. But Hanako? It kind of feels like she’s the only one who’s willing to hear your side of the story—even let you tell it in front of these corpos she lived with for years now. 

However, despite your suspicions about her, Hanako didn’t seem to plan on backing out. If anything, it looks like she’s eager to get you into this. 

“Oh, they will. I have my ways on how to convince them—your words and presence are all I need, V,” she said simply. 

Johnny, on the other hand, isn’t buying Hanako’s words. It’s as if he could see through her facade already. 

“Don’t trust her, V. It may sound nice but it’s all like those terms and agreement that had hidden parts nobody cared to read,” He said, his form slightly glitching in your peripheral view. 

It’s true. People like Hanako tend to say less about things that require more effort—her wit and feigned privacy create a deceptive impression of her elegance and composure. Something she knows how to weaponize well. 

However, it seems like her proposal would seem like a waste of potential if you were to say no now. After all, who else could you run to for help? Evelyn’s dead, the Vodoo boys are a fraud and you had to kill them, and Vik… well… he’s kind and helpful but he’s got no tech to help you with your brain-eating cancer in the head. Leaving you to side with Hanako for now. 

“And you expect things to go smoothly?” You asked, making Hanako smirk.

“No, but your presence and testimony would help… lessen the collateral,” she replied. 

At this point, Hanako’s blatantly telling up front that blood might spill if things go south. Not only would you have to attend an elitist meet-up with the scums of the earth but you would also have to constantly look behind your back if one of them even decides to just stab you in the back then Hanako’s back. 

Before you were able to say another word, a bodyguard of Hanako’s whispered something to her. Thanks to your implants, you were able to hear that she’ll have to attend the meeting now. 

Talk about being spontaneous. 

Hanako then stands up before facing you once again, “So, what would it be? We have a couple of minutes more before we can solidify our agreement,” 

Then, Johnny walks up to you—his engram clearly quite pissed and urgent.

“Are you seriously thinking about siding with this porcelain cunt, V?” He said as he pointed a finger at Hanako.

But what else could you do? The both of you didn’t want to be in this situation in the first place and the only solution was to face how it all started—with the Arasaka. If all went smoothly then Hanako might even through some bits more into her initial bargain. Who knows? She might even give you a better body in the future too once she’s fixed and perfected the function and use of the soulkiller. 

“What do you suppose we should do, huh? You wanted to die and I wanted to live, this is our only chance,” you said in your thoughts. 

As awkward as it may be to watch you debate for a minute more, Hanako was patient. Her neutral expression was unchanging despite your obvious inner—and quite literal—turmoil. 

“Fine,” you then said to her, making Johnny curse in your head. He even cursed you for “being too naive.”

None of it matters now. If helping an Arasaka get what she needed to stay on top is going to get you the second life you have been so craving ever since you discovered Johnny’s engram, then it might just be worth the shot. Now, all you needed to do was to attend the damn meeting and get on with it.

The ride to the Arasaka Tower was quite… interesting, to say the least. Although Hanako’s bodyguard was all over you two, Hanako was kind enough to tell him to give you some space. It’s as if ever since the night you were able to beat Oda into a duel, he’s even more watchful of you. Sure, he’s somewhat thankful that you did not choose to just shoot him in the face—thanks to Takemura’s plea that you spare him—Oda was quite… resentful about it. It’s as if seeing you again was worse than getting his brains blown up by your shotgun; it seems like death is a more reasonable choice than being spared by an enemy. 

But then again, this time, Hanako was the one to tell you to spare yet another Arasaka-linked personnel. This time, it wasn’t just personnel, it was her brother. 

Yorinobu was… something. 

First, he’ll be all tough and rebellious. The next, he’ll be all somber and pleading for forgiveness—claiming that he was a fool. To be honest, if it weren’t for Hanako you would’ve ended him too like Oda. But for your mission now, you can’t harm even a strand of hair from Yorinobu’s head. Weird that she wanted to overthrow her brother but a mission is a mission, still. 

What’s weird during that mission, though, is that Hanako came prepared. It just so happened that Yorinobu was defeated that he didn’t even care anymore even if Hanako slotted in a chip inside his neural port. And just like that he was gone. Limp and had to be carried away by the elite Arasaka soldiers. 

Hanako then stands up as she watches her men carry her brother away.

“What happens now?” you asked, more about Yorinobu than about your deal. 

Then, she just smiles. Walking up to you and invading your space a bit, “That’s for me to know, V. You don’t have to worry yourself about it,” 

But before she exited the room, she stopped for a bit and spoke, “I will not forget what you did for me, V, and I will not forget about my end of our deal,”

Throughout the remaining days that Johnny was in your head, talking about how things were going to go down from this point, it was a deafening silence on Hanako’s end. You even lost hope and felt betrayed at some point because she doesn’t seem to have any interest in answering your holocalls whenever you try asking her about her end of your supposed deal. 

At one point, you even started calling Panam, Kerry, and even Rogue to help you out in bombing Arasaka as Johnny did. Thankfully, before you’re able to become all like Silverhand, Hanako sends a proxy doll to send you her message. The doll was carrying some sort of certificate-like agreement—solidifying that you willingly agreed to hand Arasaka full control over your consciousness and identity. It was absurd at first glance but Hanako then tells you that it was because of the changes they will be facing during their creation of a much better and compatible biochip to store a person’s engram, it’s just to give them the “appropriate” permission to properly handle you during those phases of their creation. 

And to you? It was a deal of a lifetime. 

The first weeks of your treatment were kind of frustrating. There are a lot of tests and repetitive exercises the staff wanted you to do—especially that damned rubrics cube that you can’t seem to solve no matter how much you tried. It even got to the point where you just threw it on the ground and shattered it due to your frustration. 

Of course, the tests stopped after but then here came another Arasaka personnel—Hellman, the same man you kidnapped in hopes of finding a cure. But he claimed that he can’t help you if he doesn’t have the right tools for the job. So, you agreed. 

Thankfully, now that he’s back under Arasaka’s wings, he seems eager to help you too. He even delivered the news to you that it’s time for you to receive the treatment you’re so eager to have—rightfully so, too.

“Lady Hanako said that you will be our first guest to receive our currently produced biochip fit to house an engram,” he started, fishing out a tablet that contained the details about what you’d agreed on.

Facing the tablet to you so you can read it better, he then continues, “These are the details of the contract—you will also have a body prepared for you once we’re done with the project. As the person who helped Lady Hanako before, she instructed our personnel to give you the first slot in their synthetically-made human bodies. They call it “human vessels.” It's Arasaka’s latest invention. Though still in the trial stage, by the time you're awake, you'll have your new host,"

Unlike Johnny, Saburo didn't plan for him to have a body or even have a second chance at life. The soulkiller was meant to put him in a standstill between life and death. But with you? It seems like his favorite child is vouching for you. Plus, it's finally going to get rid of that constant voice screaming, shouting, and bumbling in your head.

It's time to face the music or face nothing at all.

"So... what would it be?" Hellman added, waiting for your bio-signature so you could proceed to the next stage.

It's not that hard to give your signature. However, the thing's that made it hard for you was the fact that there will be no turning back once you take this path. But what else could a dying man, such as yourself, do more than this? Arasaka may be your enemy, but this offer shows a bit of what was left of their honor and humanity. It's as if they're "human enough" to give you a second chance at life.

Then, with a slightly trembling hand, you then placed your palm on the screen of the tablet. Letting the systems confirm your identity and your acknowledgment of what was to come.

"Great," Hellman said with a somewhat friendly tone.

He then stood up with a soft, understanding smile. His smile wasn't friendly, however. It's almost out of.... pity.

Pity for the lengths you're willing to take to correct the mistakes of a heist-gone-wrong.

Throughout your incubation stage, Hanako was the one who led the Arasaka engineers into completing the updates and changes to the soulkiller. Ever since your engram was stored within the biochip assigned under your biometrics, she was the one who kept your chip—you safe.

Unlike what her brother did, which is storing the relic in his penthouse apartment, she stored yours in a secured, underground location to prevent anyone from even stealing the chip and starting yet another tragic era of someone having a brain cancer all because they slotted a chip in their neural ports.

But then... ever since you were stored in the biochip, there are changes in Hanako's personality. The way she was so eager to finish the project was evident.

She didn't take "no" for an answer, not a failure committed, and not a single day she and her team were not working. The way she moved and came up with a quick solution for each problem was almost obsessive in a way. Of course, she still had other projects and tasks for Arasaka, but her task with you is what she liked working into more.

Hanako did not just continue her research on how to make the soulkiller better. She also came up with better droids, cyborgs, and techs along the way. And seeing you fight during your missions before you were stored in a chip, made Hanako more interested with you.

So, she started making a patern from you.

She did not just make droids and cyborgs throughout those years, she was making clones and other versions of you. It helped Arasaka’s security and military operations much easier with your combat skills and intelligence combined with them. In every tech and cyborg, Arasaka produces, bits, and pieces of your identity complete them. You've become a part of them.

Each cyborg and each robot that goes through deployment, Hanako felt like she was watching you in each tech she's created. Your skills—the way you fight and think made her obsessed with the power and victory each fight and conflict the Arasaka Corporation faced.

As weird as it may sound, even the way you talked was somewhat adapted to the mechs and bots Arasaka produces. Your sharp wits and direct words had become a noticeable mark on Arasaka’s produced cyborgs. Their AIs got better over the years, and they all felt more human despite their pure artificial build... they all feel like you.

To Hanako, you were one of her greatest achievements. Sure, stealing Alt's initial creation of soulkiller brought her a partial sense of achievement—but having you in her hands, in her reinvented biochip, felt like she had the most powerful tool in her hands.

Now, all she had to do was slot the chip into her perfectly built host for your "second awakening"

It feels weird but familiar at the same time. The air around you felt... calm for the first time. Unlike the times you step out of your apartment, this feels warm and cozy. It feels safe.

"How do you feel?" A smooth voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

Looking around you, all you see was a cozy room fit enough to host two people. Hanako stands in front of you—way closer than you first met her, and her gaze was... kind?

"Where am I?" You asked.

You tried to take a step back, but Hanako gently held your arm, preventing you from moving too much.

Then, stepping closer towards you, she reached up to hold the side of your face. But instead of a clinical hold, Hanako was surprisingly tender and soft. Like she was assessing her most prized possession.

For a moment, she did not talk. She simply admired your new self. Her eyes, usually devoid of any emotion, held a subtle warmth as she continued to assess you and your new form.

Then, before you even know it, Hanako leaned forward to plant a soft kiss on your lips. It made you gasp, but it only made her laugh softly—why does this feel oddly familiar? You thought to yourself.

"You always have that look of confusion rach time I bring you back," Hanako said with a soft smile, before letting go of her hold on your face.

"Bring me... back?" You asked, clearly confused about everything that had happened.

But before she replies, Hanako approached a cabinet nearby—taking a picture frame from one of its compartments and showing it to you.

There, you see her smiling with another person. Hanako seemed happy in the photo—which is odd for a corpo woman like herself. People like her often find joy in sucking the life out of everyone, but there's something serene about her expression right now.

"This is you, remember?" She asks.

But you can't remember. Well... not everything, but there are glimpses of a memory wherein you and Hanako are together.

Then, she takes another photo and shows it to you.

"This is where we visited Night City for one of our business trips in N.U.S.A.," she added.

And as blury and foggy, your memory was becoming, one thing is for certain... this is not your first life. Let alone would be your last.

As Hanako continues to share more of your moments together through a series of photos and videos, there's one thing that stood out most to you—and it was the feeling of familiarity towards Hanako; like a familiar and comforting pull towards her that you cannot explain. Like you belong with her.

She didn't even look like she aged a day, but you have already been in your 10th "human vessel."

Each time you die on the battlefield, Hanako ensures that your engram gets to be stored in a biochip for another vessel restoration. She mourned, of course, but she knew she would have you by her side again.

Each time you fall, Hanako ensures you rise again—no matter what it takes.

Now that you're here again, Hanako's never felt more happy and content. For as long as she can bring you back to life, she knew she could cheat death for you.

And for as long as she's alive, she'll make sure you'll live with her. No matter the cost and the lengths she has to go through, Hanako will make sure you exist in every lifetime she spends in this godforsaken world.

[ndjournal]

hello i would like to give a little experience. happened a few days ago. keep in mind that i had learned of ND in october 2023 (i was a big hater back then lol crazy how it helped me more than LOA ever did), and only began to take it serious in may.

i managed to “minishift” (in reality shifting terms) to my old dr. this was after plenty of hours doomscrolling and being worried of my supposed life in this world.

i began to experimentally visualize stuff not necessarily from this dr but randomly. and i could literally feel it, sense it which led me to the thought.

a thought that “this world is malleable like a dream..” which im sure helped before i tried this.

all i did was have an indifferent attitude,. if it happens, it happens. who gaf. and so i set an intention.

and immediately i was there. with it looking like my moodboards/what i imagined it to be.

surprisingly i wasn’t excited. all i felt was “i shifted, cool!” it was like peace. like it was just natural.

i came back because it was an old dr.

now the thing about this is i am not fully realized. and i know that the only reason why it worked was due to me simply not being attached to this old dr and its expectations. i have observed this happening with other “manifestations” (like my moms cancer scare, etc) my real goal is my dream life but im too attached and its hard to let go. i want this no attachment type shit forever

right now im trying to stick to the “i am that” book.

my question is how does one investigate like the book states.

Hello and thank you for sharing! Yes I've also found indifference to be key, it allows one to let go and let it be. While still identifying with the character, the level of indifference possible depends on the limitations held in the mind such as attachments/aversions etc which can be deeply subconscious.

Here's something from the book Friendship of God by Neale Walsch that explains why:

Have intentions, but don't have expectations, and certainly don't have requirements. Do not become addicted to a particular result. Do not even prefer one. Elevate your Addictions to Preferences, and your Preferences to Acceptances. That is the way to peace. That is the way to mastery. "You can intend for something to happen without preferring it to. In fact, holding a Preference is an announcement to the universe that alternative outcomes (to what you intended) are possible. God doesn’t imagine such things, so God never has Preferences."

In other words, you can have a goal or desire (intention), but without being attached to the specific outcome (preference). You're open to whatever happens, rather than being stuck on one particular result. When you strongly prefer one outcome, you're actually acknowledging that other outcomes are possible too and that creates resistance. By having a preference, you’re subtly saying, “I want this result, but it might not happen,” which introduces doubt. God doesn’t see limitations or alternative possibilities. God just creates with pure intention, without any doubt or attachment to a specific result, because there’s no awareness of potential failure. So the key message is: not having preferences (just intending without attachment or expectation of outcomes) is more powerful, because it aligns you more with a state of certainty and flow, without the resistance that comes from fearing other possibilities.

Now onto your question of how to investigate. I know you want to stick to the I Am That book but for my own journey, I did not use a lot from his teachings including my practices as they didn't resonate with me (including his way of self-investigation) so my answer is going to come from what I do know.

I'll first briefly summarize what his way is though in case it helps?

What you see as false, dissolves. It is the very nature of illusion to dissolve on investigation. Investigate — that is all. You cannot destroy the false, for you are creating it all the time. Withdraw from it, ignore it, go beyond, and it will cease to be.

Basically from skimming the search results of the keyword 'investigate', his way is to investigate everything that you think is real, then see it as unreal and drop it by ignoring it and refusing to give it attention. This is similar to what 4dbarbie taught and is described in How to let go of Vanessa.

Something I want to add here is to not compare your journey to others, for everything including timing, experiences, progress and practices. What works for others, may not work well for you and vice versa. Part of this journey is finding what resonates for you. Don't try to force something to fit but find what already will fit perfectly. If you listen to your heart, it will tell you because it is your own Self guiding you. Don't be afraid to explore if what you've been doing no longer works for where you are now.

Anyway, part of my own journey was realizing that there were certain limitations/attachments/fears/trauma/conditioning etc that were so deeply ingrained that it didn't matter if it was real or unreal, I couldn't let go of them by simply ignoring them. Ignoring them didn't make them go away because reality was already given on a deeply subconscious level, it just kept them in the back of my subconscious but they were still operating in the background regardless. What resonated more for me was "What you resist, persists. What you look at disappears and ceases to hold its illusory form. You see it for what it Is. And what Is can always be changed. It is only what Is Not that cannot be changed. Therefore, to change the Isness, move into it. Do not resist it. Do not deny it." (this was taken from the Conversations with God books 1-3) This meant diving deeply into myself, directly looking at the causative thoughts of whatever limitations I had and seeing them as untrue or deciding to drop them so they finally dissolved. (Now I don't do this for every single negative or limiting thought that comes up, sometimes ignoring a thought is indeed the way to go, but I just go with the flow and do what feels right depending on the nature of the thought. I don't stick to one practice for absolutely everything)

And so I worked on them individually as Lester taught. It's also self-investigation into the mind but in a different way. I won't dive into it here because this response has already gotten quite long but I've addressed this before in other asks on my main blog and I'll link them here in case it helps your direction (just take whatever resonates for you): 1, 2, 3, 4

If it resonates, you could take a look at Lester's book The Keys to the Ultimate Freedom which discusses more deeply in detail on the how compared to what I covered in my answered asks: Especially Session 9: Mind over Matter, Session 16: Take Full Responsibility and Session 32: Realization by Dropping the Unconscious. You can get the book from Ada's google drive. Link is in the pinned post of @4dbarbie-archive

[contentloadingandstuff]

Parenting Headcanons - Sangonomiya Kokomi & Kuki Shinobu

A/N: That cat gif? It's very nice.

When it comes to motherhood, Kokomi is patient. Having children is the crowning achievement of a relationship for her, so she will put the majority of her strength towards building a healthy environment for them to grow up in - that means ensuring your love is unbreakable, and that Watatsumi Island is peaceful and prosperous. 

For the priestess leader, marriage is good for her perception in the eyes of her subjects. Having children will no doubt further improve upon her image - Inazuma's society values family first and foremost, after all. An heir of her and your blood would surely make for a worthy successor of her title. 

All of it doesn't mean that Kokomi sees her little one as a political asset, however. Her desire to be a mother was there ever since she was just a child, and she sees motherhood as a natural final step, and a great honor. 

The means of conception aren't anything unusual - Kokomi will just ask you to stop using protection, as well as initiate sex more frequently. It might take some time, as there is no guarantee that the first attempt will be a success, but don't worry. Kokomi will support you all the way through. Patience is key. 

A boy or a girl? Kokomi considered this problem carefully, but in the end, she just shrugged. As long as they are healthy, she will be happy with either. 

The priestess won't publicly announce her pregnancy, as the news will spread the moment her stomach grows in size. As the leader, she has more than enough eyes on her at all times. When the people notice, Kokomi will be absolutely adored as an excellent leader and future mother, for sure! 

Without a doubt, the first to find out would be Gorou. His Inu senses will pick up the heartbeat of the baby once it is present. One day during a meeting, Kokomi will see Gorou freeze. She'll ask him if anything is wrong, but he won't reply, his ears and eyes focused on her belly. Once his brain connects the dots, his tail will wag aggressively and Gorou will certainly fail to contain his excitement. Even after the initial outburst of joy fades away, the general will smile and move the tail each time he sees Kokomi and hears her baby. Without a doubt, Gorou will act on his desire to protect those he holds in high regard and help her with whatever she might need. 

Kokomi will make use of his proposals and hand him the executive power on Watatsumi Island for a few years after her first trimester. He proved to be a capable manager during her leave for Sumeru. Kokomi will still participate in planning and decision making, but will avoid exerting herself. Stress is bad for your bundle of joy, after all. 

She will sleep and nap a lot. After such a long period of working herself down to the bone, that rest is more than deserved. Even if Kokomi won't insist or bother you about joining her, she will, shyly, make her desire known. Being held is fantastic on its own, but pregnancy sprinkles even more love on cuddles. 

Kokomi will use her time to prepare everything for the child (or children if the gods will bless her). The room, the crib, the toys, the clothes… she will make sure that everything is in its place. 

There will be many visitors, seeing as Kokomi has a great deal of connections. The most frequent ones will surely be The Crux. Beidou and Kazuha will bring you and Kokomi plenty of useful things as well as neat little baubles or trinkets for the kid to play with. Even if a little awkwardly, Sara will also meet with you as an act of political goodwill. As well as the Tengu General, Yae Miko will surely pay a visit to her Watatsumi counterpart. 

Since Kokomi has access to the absolute best healthcare, both she and her child will come out of labor unscathed. 

Her professional diligence will carry over to her motherly side. No matter how exhausting the situation becomes, no matter how much work you have to put in, Kokomi will always strive to do more for her child. Even despite the obvious option to leave a good part of the work to her maids, Kokomi will insist on taking care of her little ones herself - with your help, of course. Parenting is a joint effort, but also a bonding experience. 

As unpleasant as she finds that part, Kokomi will not hesitate to establish rules and teach them to behave. If she can't, she will ask you for help. Kokomi has a plan, as always. 

But even the strategist will get tired eventually. Although you can handle them with great success, some time away from your offspring is always welcome, and will usually be spent sleeping or relaxing in other ways. As you and Kokomi recover, Gorou will gladly step up to offer support. Physical exercise is the name of the game here - running, playing tag, archery, sparring (adjusted to their age and capability of course - sticks are good weapons too) or various ball games with the soldiers will keep the kid entertained. 

And, let's be honest here. What kid wouldn't like to play with a doggie general? 

Supported by you, her people and her adiutant, Kokomi will be a kind and caring mother. 10/10.

Shinobu is renowned for being meticulous when it comes to her dreams. With parenthood being one of her long-time goals, it's obvious she approaches it with diligence and care. 

Her parents, especially her mother, weren't very supportive of her life choices. The desire to outdo one's parents is natural, and especially strong with her. No matter the cost, Shinobu wants to guarantee that her children will have freedom and every ounce of support she could muster. Whoever and however many they are. 

As soon as she knew that both of you were willing to go further with the relationship and have children, she started her preparations. 

First, Shinobu began researching everything about pregnancy - from the conception right to the moment of childbirth. Her first step was practicing her pelvic floor muscles. Strengthening them makes childbirth easier, reduces the many discomforts of pregnancy and has plenty of use in the bedroom. Those exercises aren't that demanding, and can be fun to do - especially when you're there to help out… 

Once the decision is made, Shinobu will start working hard on her health - and will encourage you to do so as well. 

Aside from the obvious healthy diet, lots of physical activity and the avoidance of alcohol and caffeine, Shinobu will track her cycles to pinpoint the best moments for trying for a child. She will start taking the appropriate vitamins to ensure the baby develops properly long before conception. Not only are those steps beneficial for her health, but they also allow the idea of being a mother to sink in and cement in her mind. Each day, she grows more excited at the thought. 

It's a joint effort, so she'll make sure you're in top condition too. You'll do many of the things she does, like stay away from drugs and keep active. On top of that, Shinobu will recommend many things that could improve your chances, like avoiding very hot baths, tight underwear and - most important of all - lots of sex. 

It's no surprise then that the conception will be a matter of one or two times. Even if, despite your best efforts, she won't get pregnant right away, she will be patient and supportive for as long as it takes. 

Itto won't get the message for as long as possible. Shinobu values her privacy, and she knows that if he heard, the matter would become public in no time. But when he does find out, he will be ecstatic. A little bro to help him in his antics and to take on adventures? Count him in! 

Shinobu will keep up her healthy lifestyle throughout the pregnancy, making sure to get lots of rest, drink water and do some light back exercises, as well as frequently visit the doctor's office. Even if it's in the far future, she will also research the local kindergartens and schools - what opinions they have, what programme, how far they are, how does the average day look like - everything there is to know. 

Enough said, the room for the child will be fashioned long before they arrive in the world, in great part by the One And Oni. He and the boys will make the crib, put up decorations and gather lots of toys they acquired through their antics. Even if it will be hard to part with them for the Numero Uno, he believes it's a noble cause. 

Her body will recover quite rapidly, thanks to her tip-top condition, with the baby being just as healthy as their mother. 

She is a freelancer, which grants her a lot of free time. It's free only by name, however - motherhood, life's final exam, takes much more effort than any test she was met with, and she wants to pass with flying colors. That said, it may be a good time to start looking for a more permanent job - your spendings will grow extensively very soon. With her skills and work ethic, most employers will fight over her. 

Itto will bungee at every opportunity to care for your child. No matter how troublesome it becomes, he will approach it with a very unusual dose of patience and maturity. His ideas will also get much less problematic, as getting in trouble with the law would be a bad example for the little guy (or gal). Seriously - it's as if he was the father… 

That said, Shinobu doesn't complain. Not at all. 

Diligent and meticulous as ever, Shinobu will shape up to be a shining example of a mother. 10/10.

Thanks for reading!

[jemtokall]

Welcome to Kingdom Hearts: Verum Rex, a canons-only 18+ Discord RP server set in the world of Kingdom Hearts. Though the server has been around for almost a year, there’s still plenty of characters left for application.

In the Realm of Light, almost a year after Sora’s disappearance, people are still trying to pick up the pieces after Xehanort’s rise to power, and the True Organization’s fall. This era of peace came with great sacrifice, and it seems the Guardians of Light are faced with a new challenge: grieving the loss of the “Keyblade’s Chosen One”, and finding out where they fit in a world without Sora.

Meanwhile, in the reality of Quadratum and the city of Shibuya, another Reaper’s Game has begun. For almost a year, the souls of Players have wandered the city, participating in missions assigned by the mysterious Composer, the Master of Masters. In this fight for a second chance at life, familiar faces and former foes are made to work together or face erasure.

Characters from Kingdom Hearts, The World Ends With You, and certain Final Fantasy games and Disney movies are welcome. We hope to see you there!

May your heart be your guiding key, and let the games begin!

https://discord.gg/WXKJAHfK35

[verumrexrp]

Welcome to Kingdom Hearts: Verum Rex, a canons-only, sfw, 18+ Discord RP server set in the world of Kingdom Hearts. Though the server has been around for a year, there’s still plenty of characters left for application.

In the Realm of Light, a year after Sora’s disappearance, people are still trying to pick up the pieces after Xehanort’s rise to power and the True Organization’s fall. This era of peace came with great sacrifice, and it seems the Guardians of Light are faced with a new challenge: grieving the loss of the “Keyblade’s Chosen One”, and finding out where they fit in a world without Sora.

Meanwhile, in the reality of Quadratum and the city of Shibuya, another Reaper’s Game is coming to an end. For almost a year, the souls of Players have wandered the city, participating in missions assigned by the mysterious Composer, the Master of Masters. In this fight for a second chance at life, familiar faces and former foes are made to work together or face erasure.

Characters from Kingdom Hearts, The World Ends With You, and certain Final Fantasy games and Disney movies are welcome. We hope to see you there!

May your heart be your guiding key, and let the games begin! For an invite to the server, send a direct message or ask for the link or to let us know your discord handle!

[cosmicroseflower]

I know of a place we can go. But it's our secret. Once you read these words, promise me you won't go back to the old broken world, even if everyone and everything around you is convincing you that fear is real and you must stay back. Close the door and don't look back. Repeat after me: fear is false evidence appearing real. Don't share this with anyone because they won't understand you and even if they do they may convince you that their reality is the only truth.

You have to align with that reality that already exists where there is no more war, there is no more poverty, there is no more famine, there are no more droughts and wildfires, and everyone has what they need AND all the materials you could want. Including the states of being that you want to feel which of course eventually will become more important than the materials you have manifested. But you still deserve to experience all the experiences you want including all the material abundance you can't even imagine. Feel good where you are now to align with that reality. The reality you see with your two eyes now is the old broken 3D matrix world.

That is your old manifestations from your old programming you are releasing now because you are AWAKE now. You now are realizing you are having a very vivid lucid dream. So you can relax and rejoice in the knowing that it's your creation and you don't have to worry about what anyone else is doing or believing in or what threats they are to the old world. Let them have that old world if they are too asleep to hear you. They chose to stay asleep. You chose to be awake in the lucid dream you're having now.

All you have to do is believe it, see it in your imagination, place your focus there and trust one hundred percent you are there now in your dream home, in your preferred reality. See this world already exists NOW. You can go there. This is not something that you need to burden yourself with all the responsibility of creating entirely by yourself. It already exists NOW. All you have to do is align yourself to that reality, only believe and trust you are there and living in that reality, because remember your subconscious mind doesn't have eyes. It believes whatever you say is happening.

Now you know that reality where everything is getting better in the new world, where nothing is going wrong and this new world has free energy, clean oceans, a new economic system, and no one is relying on fossil fuels anymore, no one is on the wavelength of war, poverty, famine, separation and creating chaos and from their unhealed wounds and projecting their pain onto others. No. In the New Earth the mass consensus is peace, love, bliss, equality for all, acceptance, abundance, freedom and evolution.

So you're in New Earth NOW. Have laser focus and intention on that reality. Do not second guess yourself. It's real and you deserve to experience it now. Don't focus on the old broken 3D world. You already learned so much there, and yes you are still healing and will continue to heal. But you will also continue to create, and remember you are an infinite eternal being. So you have plenty of time to create more of what you prefer. But let's just get you there first and then you can create more and more while you're there. You're already there, it's here and now. It's available for you to experience.

The old reality has no power over you to affect you because you know now it's just an echo. The key now is to not react the same way you used to in those old situations with those toxic people and unfortunate circumstances. Remember circumstances don't matter, only your state of being matters. States of being are what you really are going to manifest more of because the materials can only give you temporary satisfaction.

There's absolutely nothing wrong with those things and relaxing or playing in those things. But as you ascend you'll want to manifest more positive states of being more than anything. You've done all the work you can do in the old world. There's nothing left for you to fix. Nothing has gone wrong. You are already doing it, you're already on your way there now. It's more about vibrational work and less about action work as Abraham Hicks says. Do about 75% percent less action work than you are doing and do more daydreaming than anything. Get into the energy of receiving it. Let go of the ego.

Know you are receiving it everyday. The ego thinks it's in charge. It is not. Tell your subconscious mind, "this is what is happening. We're finally in the new earth, on a safe world, in our beautiful dream home, everything is perfect, nothing has gone wrong, everything is beautiful in this new world, we're thriving in this new world. Everyone is on the frequency of unconditional love here. I found my dream partner. I love my life now." Ect. Daydream all day.

You're going to go from being completely detached, cups empty, unfulfilled by the old 3D broken matrix to in a deep connection with your soulmate, a community of people supporting you, cups overflowing, blissful and completely fulfilled in your purpose. Even if they say, you're not doing enough in the old world. You don't need to explain yourself to anyone. Turn the other cheek. Close the door on the past echo.

You're doing more work than you realize by quantum shifting to the New Earth because trying to change the 3D is like pushing up a massive boulder up a mountain and watching it fall several times because you're not working hard enough to push it. It's pointless. Because it's going to repeat again. Go within, change your self concept, your perspective, change your mind about what reality you are experiencing and you cannot help but be there. Without trying, without lifting a finger. Appreciate where you are and feel gratitude for everything. Love your life. You're already there now. Your power lies within you. Don't worry about other people outside of you who seem to have more power, other billionaires outside of you, because they don't have power over you. No being was born with more power than another. They don't exist in your world until you believe they do. The power that you have to change your vibration, your thoughts, your beliefs, your perspective, all of that power lies within you. You can do anything I believe in you and the entire Universe believes in you. Enjoy your journey to New Earth and remember that reality exists NOW.

[cozycornerevents]

Cozy Corner Domaystic

Inspired by Domaystic, this Cozy Corner event celebrates fic/art/edits/etc. that shows the caped blorbo in everyday life situations. That includes some classic domestic trope and potentially fluffy prompts, but because we all love to see Homelander in situations, I've also added plenty of everyday hassles.

The event includes 31 prompts, one for each day of May (though you don't have to stick to the order), plus a few alternatives for those who want to fill 31 prompts but find no inspiration in some of the main prompts.

A big thank you to @bisexualhomelander for brainstorming prompts with me -- and especially for coming up with the glorious "mundane use of powers" prompt!

As always, rules are minimal. Fill however many prompts you want, in whichever order you want, with whatever medium you like: fic, art, headcanons, gif sets, video edits, etc. Fills can be for a ship or for gen, and most of the prompts are sufficiently ambiguous to allow for either. You can also combine prompts and fill a prompt twice if you feel particularly inspired.

As a general tag for the prompt fills and so I can find and reblog them, I would suggest #cozy corner domaystic. All fills will be reblogged to the freshly renamed @cozycornerevents blog (unless you say that you don't want reblogs, of course). You can start filling prompts before May 1, but I won't be checking the tag as regularly until the beginning of May.

If you have any questions, drop me a line here on this blog or over @xieyaohuan!

Prompt list

Morning routine

Making tea/coffee for a loved one

Grocery shopping

Fighting for the remote control

Zoom call

Laundry

Thunderstorm

Skin care

Crossword puzzle

Mundane use of powers

Unexpected gifts

Sourdough starter

Sharing a toothbrush

Somebody is wrong on the internet

Taking a flight

Going through immigration

Parallel parking

Snow day

Filing taxes

Glorious Five Year Plan

Road trip

Noise complaint

Coupons

OCD

Correct use of capes

Identity theft

Biphasic sleep

Fireworks

Peace offering

Doing the dishes

Calling in sick

Alternative prompts:

"Are you coming to bed?"

"You forgot to turn the light off."

“Oh, what's this?"

"I'm not wearing that."

"It's your turn to do dishes tonight."

"Ryan's teacher called."

"Where are my keys?"

"You're bleeding."

"You forgot the milk."

"We'll be late."

[cmyksky]

I have my fair share of criticisms for Sky lore, but I can't quite empathize with some of the things people say about it. Forgive me if this results in me sounding like a prick; this is my opinion, and nobody is obligated to agree with it. Ramble under the cut.

One such idea I can't get behind is that nothing/very little is confirmed; this is a game that relies on conveying ideas nonverbally, aside from some introductory/game mechanic stuff. I think a line has to be drawn when deciding that something is "unconfirmed" just because the game doesn't hold your hand and tell you "Hey, this is what happened" with a narration/cutscene sequence.

Tangentially related is the idea that Sky cannot be understood without supplementary material from outside the game. I do agree that some things would be harder to grasp or deduce, such as dark stone specifically being a source of conflict in the kingdom. However, I think Sky makes quite a few obvious points. If you breeze through the game without pondering it very much or paying attention, then sure, you miss a lot. Sky is fairly linear and cyclical, but there's plenty you can easily pass on your first few runs. But let's think about a few things that we can make connections between through the game alone, because I find it a bit surprising that some people don't think twice to pick up on the themes.

Your flame is the key to everything in the game: activating mechanisms, helping spirits, burning darkness, and so on. The Elders also take your flame in every cutscene in various ways. Elders have entire temples dedicated to them; the flame must be very important for these authority figures to accept your offering. The entire game beckons you to follow the light, and light creatures guide and assist your journey (pun unintended). I don't have to mention the title of the game, right? And yet, why do we see some spirits guide these creatures while others trap and kill them? Why do we free caged mantas from the forest temple and encounter a "light miner" in one of the most somber realms in the game? Why do we see war waged against these creatures? I personally do not believe it requires much complication to guess that the ancestors wanted their power and exploited them as a resource.

The game starts with our birth/rebirth, with dawn, with simple mechanics and architecture. The game ends with our death, with night, with the grand pinnacle of the kingdom and the worst of the destruction. We see joyful, carefree spirits who connect with light creatures and live in peace. We trudge through polluted waters and sludge-clogged pipes, relive memories and view murals of spirits dying and fleeing from dark creatures and war.

And no, I'm not saying I've never been disappointed or that the game should be immune from criticism simply for its format or intent in terms of player experience. I have been left wanting more, and I have oftentimes wished the devs would give at least some spotlight to the kingdom’s destruction outside of the base game and a handful of seasons/seasonal quests. I can't help but wonder why TGC wants to keep a long-lived, dedicated fanbase without giving us the deeper lore that we want! And yet, I feel like many of the criticisms I observe are skewed by burned-out players or simply exaggerated due to frustration. Hope this coheres; I just like contemplating this game's lore.

[khajiit-reads]

hellooo id love to get the lenormand 9 card spread! masc significator for me, femme for the companion (if thats necessary?), no specific questions :-)

Well met, internet traveler!

Your deck today is Siren's Song Lenormand and Kipper (Marie, he/she), the Lenormand Deck within it. This deck is by Carrie Paris, Toni Savory, and Tina Hardt.

HORIZONTAL ROWS . . .

Center row - Present circumstances !!

Whip, Cross, and Coffin. Whip is conflict, disagreements, arguments, and debate. Cross is duty, conviction, suffering, and burden. Coffin is endings, loss, grief, and sadness.

Oof, looks like things are pretty rough right now. There's lots of difficulty and pain here, plenty of struggles. There's lots of things ending, or feeling like they're ending, and you're dredged in sadness and grief.

Bottom row - Circumstances within your control !!

Bear, Bouquet, and Sun. Bear is power, leadership, dominance, and influence. Bouquet is flattery, social life, pleasantness, and cordiality. Sun is happiness, victory, success, and warmth.

Despite all the struggle, you can find power and strength within it. You control how you talk to other people, you control what you do. You have the capability to find sunlight behind the storm clouds, and you're likely being asked to do so.

Top row - Circumstances out of your control !!

Rider, Clouds, and Key. Rider is energy, passion, speed, and news. Clouds is confusion, uncertainty, unclarity, and misunderstandings. Key is openness, revelation, unlocking, and achievement.

Things will still be a bit rough. You're going to have difficulties with understanding where to go and what to do, and things are going to be freakin' nyooming. They're going to be GOING. Things will be revealing themselves and showing true colors.

(From this point on, I won't be going over what each card means for brevity sake!)

VERTICAL COLUMNS . . .

Left column - The past !!

Rider, Whip, Bear. Something powerful has happened. It's drastic and painful, and it happened really freakin' fast. Perhaps so uncomfortably fast, that it's left a bigger wound than just if something painful happened in the first place.

Center column - The present !!

Clouds, Cross, Bouquet. And while there's a lot going on socially, it's possibly painful. And even if it's not painful there, it's definitely painful elsewhere. You have a level of duty and conviction, but it's painful and hurtful.

Right column - The future !!

Key, Coffin, Sun. But that will end. It will end. Things will improve and get better, you just have to figure out the way through.

CENTER CARD . . .

Cross. The ultimate present. You're a bit stuck in this, aren't you? There's pain and suffering, but you're stuck to it. There isn't much point in fighting right now, because it won't change right this instant, even if it will change eventually.

FOUR CORNERS . . .

Rider, Key, Bear, Sun. The cornerstones of your life. Things are moving swiftly, and you're a strong person. You're seeking joys and peace, and things are moving forward and being revealed as they come. You can trust in that.

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[ms-m-astrologer]

The Week Ahead: June 3-9, 2024

Lunar Phases

Monday, June 3, 02:36 UT - Balsamic Moon, 28°01’ Aries

The key phrases for the Balsamic lunar phase are “let go of the past,” and “envision the future.” Not so much a “scorched earth” vibe, but a “scorch the earth and then salt it” vibe. Have a good physical outlet.

Thursday, June 6, 12:38 UT - New Moon, 16°18’ Gemini

The key phrase for the New lunar phase is “set a new intention for the month.” Usually I recommend just one, but since this is Gemini we can try for two! There is a sense of needing to grow up a little bit - to take a more mature approach, and leave childish things behind.

Monday, June 10, 04:34 UT - Crescent Moon, 4°48’ Leo

The key phrase for the Crescent lunar phase is “gather and mobilize resources.” Can we be creative without being total drama queens? Lots of enthusiasm, but we probably don’t need to use so much force.

Void of Course Moon

Sunday, June 2, 22:04 UT (Aries) - Monday, June 3, 05:55 UT (Taurus)

Wednesday, June 5, 08:09 UT (Taurus) - 08:36 UT (Gemini)

Friday, June 7, 12:16 UT (Gemini) - 12:41 UT (Cancer)

Sunday, June 9, 19:05 UT (Cancer) - 19:29 UT (Leo)

Retrograde/Direct/Etc.

Pre-retrograde shadow: Saturn/Pisces

Retrograde: Ceres/Capricorn, Pallas/Scorpio, Pluto/Aquarius

Post-retrograde shadow: Juno/Virgo

Tuesday the 4th, at 15:32 UT, the Sun and Venus have their Superior conjunction. This is the halfway point of their cycle; we’re precisely between Venus Rx’s. (Which drama starts in January 2025, plenty of time before then!) We’ll henceforward be a little more cautious and internal with our Venus areas.

Ingresses

Monday, June 5, 07:37 UT- transiting Mercury enters Gemini

Two weeks of opportunities to hone the language we use*, read, listen, and watch. Jabber at your peril. Make connections and discover patterns. Get interested in as many new ideas as possible. (*Steven Forrest’s example is the difference between “my mother was judgemental” and “my mother projected her own shame onto me.”)

Sunday, June 9, 04:35 UT - transiting Mars enters Taurus

“Fighting for peace,” as Steven put it. We can be tremendously sluggish, or we can be steadily working hard. It’s surprising just how much power we have at our disposal now.

Et Cetera

There are two Opportunity Periods this week:

Tuesday, June 4, 23:04 UT - Wednesday, June 5, 08:36 UT. “This Last Quarter Moon OP is a good time to get organized, let go of what is no longer necessary, and finish up projects.”

Friday, June 7, 12:41 UT - Sunday, June 9, 19:29 UT. “Long OP while the Moon goes through the entire sign of Cancer, great for finding or expressing love after your emotions are renewed.”

There are three distinct divisions to the week.

While the Moon is in Taurus (Monday the 3rd, 05:55 UT - Wednesday the 5th, 08:36 UT). Starting out unsettled, and we’re possibly digging in our heels against change. A good time to “ground and center” based on our own selves and not some external thing.

While the Moon is in Gemini (Wednesday the 5th, 08:36 UT - Friday the 7th, 12:41 UT). No less than FIVE thingies in Gemini: the Sun, the Moon, Mercury, Venus, and Jupiter. Mars is still in Aries, too. People are going to be all over the place. Remember to breathe (Gemini).

While the Moon is in Cancer (Friday the 7th, 12:41 UT - Sunday the 9th, 19:29 UT). Time to get in touch with our feelings! We may not feel any less scattered, but meditation/prayer helps us calm down a little.

On Sunday, Mars enters Taurus - and I am quite amused by the idea that Mars may be a stabilizing force for the next several weeks.