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Tarot of the Day: Page of Swords (reversed)
Reversed General: When the Page of Swords is reversed, all of her negative traits emerge, and she can become dangerous. She may be using her sharp and alert mind for deception an d manipulation because she was born with it. Her natural gift for language has been turned into a weapon by the sword she wields. She may lack understanding or maturity to comprehend the pain she causes, feeling the rush that comes with lashing out. This page, on the other hand, could be full of empty words or promises.
Reversed Love: The person represented by the Page of Swords tarot love meaning may lack empathy, sensitivity, or depth, or may be argumentative or defensive. They may enjoy “being right,” but this can come at the expense of harmony and consideration for others’ feelings. This card can also represent a breakdown in communication between partners, or a misunderstanding that causes paranoia. Partners must learn to tolerate different points of view in order for their relationship to thrive.
Reversed Career: Your have a lot of energy and curiosity, but it’s not directed anywhere right now. With no outlet, it appears that your are unable to make up your mind about what your want to dow ith your future. You may move from one job to the next if your become bored with its or decide it’s not for you. Often, in order to get the full depth and experience of working somewhere, your must commit for an extended period of time.
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October 28, 2024 10:47 AM (EDT)
Dear Allison and the Onyx Savant,
How are y'all today? Yes, it is Monday, and another chance to to do it right. It is also Halloween week or the week of Samhain. Everything about is highly autumnal, and I am not displeased. Oranges, reds, yellows, browns, and greens…my colours. I do love the bright summer colours, but I adore the jewel tones of fall. So resplendent.
I missed taking my meds last night in a miscommunication with myself. And I was freezing. So I got up at 0600 this morning, freezing my ass off and in massive amounts of pain. I am starting to feel a little better now. I couldn’t bear to think about writing anything this morning that wouldn’t sound like it was written by an irate, maternal, grizzly bear. I wanted to scrape the hide off the world with my claws. I wound up snuggling Mr. B close to my chest for a long while, giving him kisses, and just breathing with him on my chest. I didn’t scrape anything in the end. I got Ms. B up so that I could put on real clothes and took her out. Walking was tremendously awful and sensation-al, but it helped as well. As did—probably more—taking my meds at 0800 on schedule. It feels like muscles and sinews finally have moisture on them and can move about instead of wadding up like bits of string and clinging to my joints. The luxury and privilege of moist sinews was not something I ever thought I would dwell upon. Does Nivea make a product for that, I wonder?
The gastroenterologist called to confirm my appointment for my colonoscopy where I’m sure they’ll find out I’m dying, but anyway….
And you will notice the tarot card I drew for today. It could be talking about me or Mr. H or his mother in certain instances, if you want to know the truth, but it’s not super-duper news regardless. Not exactly the uplifting commentary I needed today about how I’m all talk and no action. :-/ I am trying!@!!!!!!@W#234
I had asked my grandmothers for their assistance and counsel this morning, especially my paternal grandmother. I drew the tarot card, but before looking at it, Mr. B swatted at a bird that got near the window screen in front of him, which made me glance up. As I looked, the privet tree in front of my window filled with every kind of bird in the region. There was Mr. Cardinal and Mrs. Cardinal there. I swear I saw either a female or juvenile blue jay. In fact, there seemed to be several little juvvies hopping about and singing louder than the bigger ones. I don’t even know all there names yet: Carolina wren, robin, finches, all sorts…I know it wasn’t, but I saw one that looked like a Carolina parakeet, but I think that would be asking too much. It was truly amazing and lasted for a good while. They flew down to where I was at the desk and looked at me and Mr. B. in the window where I was whistling back at them.
I told Grandma J that it had been enough and was good. As I said it to her, they began to sort of “say goodbye,” family by family, with the cardinal going last of all. Maybe that happens every day in front of my window and I am too self-centered to notice, but I dunnnoooo….seems like Grandma to me.
I have a lot to do and that is facts. I need to get on the stick.
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