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Tarot Card for Today: Two of Arrows—Injustice

Description:

The enthroned and faceless figure of Justice sits like a statue, her feet 			resting on an ancient wooden longbow. Her eyes are bound and she wears a simple white gown. Above her head are the uneven scales, one plate bearing a feather, the other a few coins. She holds two arrows in her arms.

Meaning:

The scales of natural justice have been skewed by false judgments, ignorance, or arrogance. Sitting in judgment with unbalanced scales to an untrue premise, however ardently or sincerely, will not prevail. The bow is broken and useless through prejudice and misuse.

Reading Points:

False conclusions and unjust decisions, based on disinformation, motivated by fear, greed, and prejudice, can cause innumerable problems. Either mistakenly or deliberately distributed to pervert the course of natural justice and the revelation of the facts by those who fear the truth and wish to manipulate the situation for personal control or gain, this propaganda will not survive honest, wise, and impartial scrutiny. In many worldly situations, the truth becomes hijacked and twisted to become a false message, designed to confuse and instill fear in those seeking clear insight. The wise seeker questions and tests false messages and discerns the validity of a harmful accusation. Perversions of the truth will always bring frustration and bitterness to the individual or group that deploys such dishonourable tactics. The perpetrator of lies and falsehoods will always be judged as an unreliable source, bent on mischief and destructive interference. For the victim of injustice, the best defense of the truth is always more truth.

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November 14, 2024 11:55 AM (EST)

Dear Allison & the Onyx Savant,

Good morrow, my fine friends. I saw Allison this morning, and you and Forest seem in decent fettle. I’m sorry for going on about what we can’t do anything about. I do feel like it’s Independence Day and there’s a humongous spaceship just chilling in the sky that I’m supposed to ignore. I am doing my best, considering. Onyx Savant, how are thou and Chingo? I hope everything is cool with you. Wish I could hug you both, but alas. Physics.

I am clinging to any dream right now of getting stuff done. My system is never quite right, and my “system” is never quite right. I have been messing with a bajillion apps for ADHD and timers and whatnot. Some I have stuck with longer than others. I think I switch because I’m hoping to become the perfect version of myself. And also I get bored. I want something cute and kawaii that I have to pet and feed, and then I want a monochrome screen with plain, black numbers. I also have a thing for widgets on my screens. I am trying to create friction with my social media and shopping and so forth and remove friction from the stuff I want to do. I know how basic this sounds, but really, it has taken a while. I am a brilliant idiot at times; it’s okay to admit it. Just don’t get too giddy about it or I’ll thump you. I am trying to change my entire worldview from making everyone else happy and attending to everyone else’s emotions to doing likewise to and for me. That is not easy. I look small, but inside my brain there is a cargo ship laden down with hundreds’ of years worth of knowledge and ideas and advertising jingles. It takes time to turn this girl around. And it’s not just turning; it’s also letting go.

I sound quite maudlin today, and perhaps I am. It’s pouring down rain outside. Ms. B wouldn’t go outside. I pulled her out there, and she pulled me right back in. Lol. I tried. It’s also a cold day, particularly compared to the flip-flops weather we were having up until just a few days ago. I have on some cosy lo-fi and have brewed a second pot of coffee. I know; I’m practically Keith Richards. (This is a reference to a reference, so…lol.)I’ve got a bunch of lights on because, if I stick with only daylight, I will simply nap all day. So. Ms. B ate her breakfast and is curled up, snoring on the other couch. Now that the livestock has been seen to, I will shake off this inertia coil.

Allison, I know I mentioned my zine today. I’m going to set at least one, if not two, pomodoro sessions aside to draft an outline of the first issue. I’ve got a lot of content and I need to storyboard it, I guess, or whatever they called it. And I need to read about colonial newspapers. I know hitting people with a cane is a bad idea now, but I’d like a sketch of ol’ Ben on the front by the title, waving a cane in the air. I think he invented some different ones, but I may be mistaken. I know it is gauche and problematic to say so, but I do envy all those Founding Fathers’ education and freedom to tinker. I know I have some of it now, and I’ve done a little here or there. But not like that. I don’t want any of their so-called “business practices,” let us be perfectly clear. If there were a way to do the same thing without exploiting human beings, that would be superb. It’s more of an admiration for the dilettante. I have the same for Queen Elizabeth I. I know it’s weird and gross to like or admire the rich & royal. And I do and I don’t. I would have a conversation with them, but I don’t want their lives, I guess. Bah. Nevermind.

Maybe you have more to smoke in your diary, O.S. What I will say, is that others had the same resources and did not do the same. Being rich & royal is not enough. It’s the intellect and what they chose to do with it. I hear Ben Franklin was a wild thing. Pansexual, from what I hear, and polyamorous isn't the word. He was also a nudist. But that’s not what you see when you look at a $5 bill. I admire the fact that, in moments when they could have done an easy thing, they chose to do a hard thing. I admire that they tried. And did a lot of failing, from various perspectives. I hate and despise the way they got the space, but I love seeing what they could do with the space and time and —dear God — money (hateful bitch) to create a whole new world, in their eyes. Right or wrong, it’s no small thing to blow a raspberry at a king. And, more importantly, it’s no small thing to create a structure of government that won’t descend into feces throwing in five years. But they maybe were like me. Maybe they assumed men were honourable at the end of the day. Or that elected officials at least would be. But we don’t really even do it like that anymore, do we? How much has changed in the structure of elections and voting and so forth since then? It is not you or I choosing as much anymore. It’s the parties, largely. And the parties are influenced by donors, private and corporate. And sometimes international, although that is supposed to be frowned upon. Idk. Ijwh.

I saw a dude (I assume a lot of genders on Reddit, but I also assign genders to colours, so. I will be happy to correct myself if provided with alternate info.)…Anyway, I saw a dude on Reddit in r/AskTrumpSupporters who was totally down with the “red army” thing they’re talking about to start the mass deportations of people. They do not care or worry about what happens if it turns on them because, in their worldview, everyone is already out to do the same. It’s sad, tbh. To think there is so little kindness that you are always expecting an attack. Some people like raging. I raged—I mean, really raged for a while, but I did not like it. I was addicted to it, but in a compulsive way, not a cackling sort of way. No part of it was happy-making. But I find some people are always itching for a fight, for an excuse to hurt. Certainly, not the majority, but enough to wind up their friends and so on. Abusers and their apologists. I think I have only felt a little bit this way when I was either very scared or very angry. The animal, limbic brain.

I am tired and going to get about my day. I realise I have done a Southern goodbye, but you know how it is. Something comforting about clickety-clacking on this day to two friends in the ether. I am really going to try to think about something else. I’ll put on Mayim and that astrology pod from yesterday. And Tara Brach’s livestream. Oh dear lawd, I could watch City Council. Scary. That’s the opposite. I’ll watch some farming in the olden times. Laundry tubs and sheep shearing.

Alright, I’m off. Oh wait, I forgot. I am going to try to make my house as clean as I want it and not focus on “guest ready” like I keep seeing. That is not motivating to me. It's paralyzing. Random guests are coming? I will hide in this closet. So, I thought, what do I like my surroundings to look like for myself? And I thought that was the weirdest question I have ever asked myself. It isn't, natch, but it feels like I’m trying to turn my head around to face my butt while my boobs keep pointing forward or something, I don’t even know. I know I like things clean, generally. You know, if I’m staying at a hotel or AirBnB or what-have-you.

So. I need to get on the broomstick, as it were, and I think you’re both super terrific, and I want to hear all about your plans and dreams. 😃 I am concerned for you both going into this next chapter, for different reasons, but you are both tough as nails in different ways. Or bendable and flexible as a reed. Or shady as a shadow. Lol. I am always here and ready to commence communal living anytime either of you decides you’re over it. I but jest. Take no notice. Except do.

Ciao, le mie belle—

Case Study #69

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