Performed a tarot reading for myself. To help remind me of what the heck I’m still doing here. To help guide my way, gimme some indication of where I am going, what to look out for, when will I know I am where I’m to go.
Cards drawn 1st June 2019, using the Zillich deck (Thoth based tarot system).
Performed the first operation: significator located in the 4th pile. Earth.
10 cards drawn.
Interpretation not given. Not written. Felt, tender, personal, unsure, special, need time to process before proceeding…
These cards are my own. I leave them here to show you. They may or may not resonate with you, or let them inspire you with your own understanding.
The Sun. 8 of pentacles. The Hermit. Page of Swords. King of Swords. Queen of Pentacles. Ace of Wands. The Moon. 6 of pentacles. 3 of pentacles.
We all know I’m the sun. I’ve said that numerous times here on my site. It’s the only thing I know me to be, that I am. But besides being a shining light (that burns away decay, but also gives off radiation… I’m sorry I make you sick. I’m sorry, so very sorry for the way that I am… I cannot blip out of existence though… They won’t let me snuff out my life…) I don’t know what else to say, or do, or go.
I just do as I do. I leave my trail behind for you. If you run, you can catch up to me. I’m the captain, easy. But there are many stops and detours and traps and blockades along the way.
When it is your turn to take the helm of your fleet, if you lived a moment of my life, then you will know the qualms: difficulty of seeing and deciding who keeps breathing.
Ugh, poetry. Prose. Poisonous poems. Peripatetic philosophies pathetic. My purpose, my path, all phosphorescent prayers. Polyhymnia, please, plain and prosperous. Pave the pages phenyl plasticity.
Phonemic preformer, pointed puns, philosophers precipitate. polyEstar quince.