“The mystery is solved by living it” – Heather Phillipson
I am in a place that is a place of Transition. It’s an odd time. I’m really quite peaceful for the most part about the whole thing.
A naked woman came out of the vortex that is the huge vacant desert lot across the street. Across 7 lanes of traffic (is it really 7? I’m not sure. At least 2 lanes for traffic; a middle lane with the yellow dots all up and down it; and the two breakdown lanes on either side – yeah, 7). She was teetering on her tippy-toes the way a toddler does, but with the occasional roll to the side of the feet like a middle-aged woman with small breasts and large Klimt hips does, over the hot, rocky, garbage-blonde ground. As quickly as she could.
“We got another one!” cried Amy, changing her gaze from the nude lady to me.
We watched her for a bit, wondering at first if it was a man or a woman (“duh, so fucking obviously a woman, you idiots”, thought I). Oh, yes, it is a woman! they finally said, in unison. Here she came, a final wobble-leap to the flat, pale grey sidewalk of Tropicana Avenue.
Banerjee Animal Hospital
“I actually have quite a nice wardrobe,” said the starved, dehydrated, and golden-roasted skinned woman. “And many nice bags and shoes to go with,” she added. Twanna and I each attending to her like Mary(s) to Jesus – Twanna pulling the top of the scrub set the rest of the way down the stranger’s back; I, tying the last shoe from the pair I found in the ex-employee refuse pile, on to her foot. They fit perfectly!
Some of us were vampires, some of us werewolves; some of us were humans who were aware of the mage-operated powerplant across the street, in the desert, the desert that was a vortex. An intergalactic, space-port-for-ghosts hub.
We all lived close by, us 11 employees under Dr. Banerjee. We were like a family there. Shifts began and ended, but it was like we never actually went home – only disappeared and reappeared hours later when scheduled. Our consciousnesses were somehow bound together. Yes, we had our own lives – I know I had mine, but that place had so much life, unlife, and deadly attraction (probably in part from the attractive power wafting out of the vortex) that we all were drawn back, day after day.
I’ve had my break through, and I want back in the boat. I want to sail on in to Fall and Winter. I’m done with Summer. It always takes too long and I need my hikes and to go for neighborhood walks.
My Read From Yest
Sometimes it’s good to clean up and put everything away. It’s good for a fresh start and space and freedom in a fresh world where you are not controlled by not-so-fresh, older things. Let go, be free, and have fun.
Reversed Hanged Man Meaning
The reversal meaning of the Hanged Man card represents a very specific period of time during which you feel as if you are sacrificing a significant amount of time while getting nothing in return. You might have felt as if certain things are at a state of an absolute standstill without any particular resolution or movement. It’s as if you are putting your entire effort and attention into something but nothing turns out as it should.
Upright Page of Cups Meaning
One of the most important meanings within the Page of Cups is that you should be open to new ideas, especially ones that stem from intuitive inspiration. The card seems to state that such inspiration should be embraced, despite it being something that you may not expect. It could lead you to adventure and open many doors. If it is a calling of a creative nature, for example, one to get into music or art, there’s an especially strong push from this card to go for it.
When you are being faced by difficult situations, and you have stopped chasing your dreams, the Page of Cups seems to say that you that you should tackle the issue from a totally different perspective. It symbolizes persistence as this is the only way that you can make your dreams come true. Listen to your intuition, follow your calling, and believe everything is possible.