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Tarot of the Day: Two of Wands
A transformation of circumstances. A change in the making. Consult the oracles for guidance about timing.
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October 29, 2024 10:17 AM (EDT)
Dear Allison & the Onyx Savant,
How are your both today? Tuesday is often easier than Monday, I find, because you are no longer fixated on the weekend. In my life, I would like to get rid of that word, “weekend,” because it does nothing but create illusions of success and failure. Alas, I am still too close to the capitalists to do so. It creates false beginnings and endings that we add weight to with our expectations. Tuesday is nice because el fin de semana is less on our minds normally. Unless someone like me comes along and reminds you of it. >.<
How are my goodest bois?? O.S., I really wish you could or would bring Chingo with you. I know it makes more sense not to for your purposes, but I do wish so much to give him a hug. Allison, Master Chingo has this Little, lithe body that is good for cuddles. He is Stygian black and so graceful in his movements, but also quite wiggly. Like a happy bat. I would have to figure out a way to manage Ms. B in the house or elsewhere, but I could arrange something for a visit.
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https://youtu.be/x0ipNUTtDYU?si=vFaCtttnI3y4e9Hg
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I shall never tire of this, no.
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I woke up a couple of hours late today, but I feel much better. I have got to…GOT TO.. GOT TO … GOT TO organise my meds today. I am sure there is some simple psychological trick to get over these brick walls in my brain. Allison, will you please zap whichever neuron is doing this to meeee? The best way I can do it is to act like I am, or this thing is, a skittish horse and to kind of sidle up to it and all around it until I trick it into letting me guide it through the gate. It can’t be looking right at it. I have to hurriedly point to a bird or a squirrel or a freaky-looking person ( “sorry” to the person) to get it to do it. It works maybe 70-85% of the time and takes forever.
I know, I am a mess and a piece of work and a trip and all that. It is tiring and maddening. Much like when my Mama R. said she hated being called “feisty.” Perhaps. That was a little different, but still.
It always feels like I have not accomplished much. I have been sitting here sulking about all sorts of things and not telling you about it and also quietly doing this and that without acknowledgement. I have no idea, at times, about how to tell you about myself or what I do or think. This is not something anyone has ever cared much about—or if they did, I probably presumed they were getting nosey or were a stalker or other such creepazoid. But, for my own edification, I will list out my accomplishments to present, since awaking:
Really, I should, as the refrain goes, give myself more credit. <3