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Tarot Card for Today: The Magician (I)

A Magician’s powers must be used wisely and only for good. Through the focus of will and intention, matters are set in motion. Once the magic has been released, there is no calling it back.

Key concepts: Willpower, intention, connection to nature, magical responsibility.

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November 17, 2024 9:13 AM (EST)

Dear Allison & the Onyx Savant,

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🤣🤣🤣🤣 I am sorry. I am in a mood, apparently. I know, I know—I was born in a mood. That was a different mood, though similarities exist. Hope you are both having some relax time with your various weekend activities. I love the thought of you both donning sportsball jerseys with questionable team names and drinking beer and shouting, “C’mon, ref!” and “ Go, big D!” every now and again. Whether together or separately is fine. I can do a mental split screen. They used to do that shit on TV all the time in the 80s, so I know how. I’ll even add a wipe from one to the other. Fancy. Swoosh. There it went.

As I said, a mood.

Ooh. Allison, do you go to church? I could see you going to church of a variety on Sunday. Don’t let anyone who is from far away flirt with you. Locals only, plz. Old money, if you can get it. Lol. I don’t know exactly why my head went there, but I know a number of couples who met at church and married/lived in sin. I don’t want you to get involved in mischief. Church can be very wholesome, but you have to keep up your guard as a single lady iykwim. I stick mainly to the nights where they just do music. But anyway. Oh! Go to my cousin David’s church in downtown. He’s the music director/pastor person at Christ Church. Tell him I sent you. And then watch the pink creep up his neck; he is practically a ginger. <3 You don’t have to believe anything, but the music is transporting. They sometimes do baroque with baroque instruments and things. They have a whole schedule, mostly on Facebook, if you can stand it. Of course, there's also the Unitarian Church, which is religious Switzerland. It’s nice; I haven’t been in a while. I think it was too modern for me or something. The neutrality sometimes felt forced. “Just say ‘God!’” was what I wanted to blurt out a couple of times. “It’s okay! We know what you mean!” Lol…maybe I need a tinge of brimstone to keep me in shape, idk. It is Wash Day and Planning Day here at Double B Place. Mr. H said he wants to change my oil—that is, the oil in my car. (Hilarious.) I suggested that it would be a good day to clean my car and his car at the car wash. Ms. B looooves to go through a car wash. She stares and sniffs and stares. Mental stimulation, you know. I am trying to evolve the next species of canine to aid me in my plans for world domination. And then I’m going to hand it over to actually smart and kind and empathetic and responsible and mature…you get the idea…figures like Jamie Raskin and the Dalai Lama and maybe Emmanuel Macron, if he can behave himself, and Tara Brach, of course, and Stacie Plaskett—oh! And Elizabeth Warren and I know there are some fantastic African and Asian figures I am forgetting. (It is very sad, but most of the ones I can think of have died in the not-distant past.)

November 17, 2024 4:04 PM (EST)

I have been busy today, it seems like. Although, anyone looking from the outside might not agree. Mr. H changed the oil in the cars. I had a bunch of lights and sensors illuminating on my dashboard, and he turned those off as well. Meanwhile, I started the laundry. I took out the clothes in the dryer and re-washed the ones in the washer. They are now in the dryer, and the washer is churning away on the duvet. Apparently, Ms. B or someone threw up on it, so I have poured in some Nature’s Miracle and set it to soak first for a half hour. While the machines were busy, I took the opportunity to colour my hair. I intended to do it Friday, but I suppose I never quite felt like it. It is a lot of work now that it is so long and heavy. It felt nice on Friday to get my hair cut and have someone else wash my hair in the sink. Just lie back and…aaahh! So nice. Anyway, I have done it today, and it looks quite nice, if I do say so myself. Furthermore, Mr. H says so. I used a henna cream in the colour “Marsala.” It looked quite reddish-pink on the box, but I think in actuality, it looks like light brown on my head with a touch of copper. Maybe Anne of Green Gables or something if I plaited it. At least it is all one shade of something now and not a bunch of different things like before. 😛 It will be presentable to go to the country club for Thanksgiving. My aunt and my late uncle, her husband, were members from way back. We have had a lot of family moments there as a consequence. I am not saying it’s not funny or peculiar or privileged. Of course it is all of those things. But my aunt likes it, and the food is free and very, very good usually. Needs must, as the devil drives. I always felt very, very odd when I was young being served on an Easter Sunday by people with more melanin than me who should be home with their families. It made me uncomfortable. It still makes me uncomfortable, to be honest. But I also know for certain my aunt voted for Kamala, so.

It’s very complicated living in the southeastern United States.

I’m getting tired. It’s only a quarter ‘til 5, but the sun is setting. I started watching Catherine the Great with Helen Mirren, and it is really good. I might watch some more of that. Also, Mr. H got a Blu-Ray player at the thrift store for $5, so I could also watch one of the many movies we have that I haven’t been able to watch. Not LOTR because it is too late in the day and the obvious choice. I’ll look. Oh! O.S. while I’m thinking, don’t forget to watch that movie I mentioned. I’ll link it again below. I’d really like to hear your thoughts on it. Ally-san, you too. We’ll start a club. (Jk)

The American Society of Magical Negroes

Douglass Adams called this time of day on Sunday, “the long, dark teatime of the soul.” I can’t imagine better description, and I hope you both have a lovely flavour of it today and this evening. Have a mug of your favourite comfort drink at least. :-) And give the Fabulous Floofs a pat and a treat from me. Blessed be to you all.

Peas, l’ouef, sax, und rock ingrown—

Case Study #69