Haunted Maraca, Barely Used.

Sometimes, when I’m feeling down, I like to go on Etsy or eBay and look up the word “haunted.” I don’t ever buy anything (I’ve written about my feelings re: haunted objects before, and I have enough paranormal weirdness happen around me for free that I’d feel dumb as butts if I decided to pay for extra ghosts), I just like reading background stories for secondhand porcelain dolls and thrift-shop jewelry.

Take this little lady, for example:

Her name is Gabrielle but feel free to call her Gabby.
The name Gabrielle sounded much too grown up for her liking, although she secretly was beginning to like it.
Gabby was a funny, kindhearted young girl. She happened to be disabled to the extent that she needed full time care. She was very tiny for her age. Her aunt Mary was her caretaker. And she also ended Gabby’s 12 years of life with a pillow over the helpless girl’s face. Source.

Holy crap.

Every once in awhile, I find something that isn’t a murdered child’s soul trapped in a doll body, or an ancient incubus or particularly horny vampire ensnared in a ring.

Something like this.

This is an item that was unfortunately used in satanic rituals and as a result has a nasty entity attached to it.  I discovered during EVP sessions that it was saying things like, ” I hate you” and something to the effect of “rip your face off”- these items are only for responsible collectors as anyone who does collect these items knows that it can have very serious/devastating effects on your own personality and/or health.  I advise collectors to not keep items in your living space. Source.

If I had money to spare and was of a mind to buy a haunted object, this would be it. I unironically think it is completely rad. I would give it its own room (ringed in salt, asafoetida, and cascarilla powder like some kind of demonic playpen) and a little pillow to sit on. There’s something indescribably hilarious to me about a single haunted maraca. I couldn’t tell you what it is, just know that I laughed like a hyena in a nitrous factory until I hurt myself.

Just picture the Satan party that must have happened for this artifact to happen. I’ve read some things, and I cannot for the life of me imagine a) what kind of Satanic ritual requires rumba music (isn’t Satanism mostly associated with ominous chanting and rock ‘n’ roll?), or b) what kind of demon would chill out in the kind of instrument that a garage band lead singer’s untalented significant other gets to play. Musically speaking, a maraca is what the tone-deaf kid gets in music class. It’s a step below a triangle, even, because at least that has more than one part.
A possessed guitar, a drum, that I can see. A maraca, though?

Now, I’m really not trying to dog on maracas. I love rattles of any description (my dad used to make them when I was a kid, from rawhide, turtle shells, or steer horn). I’ve dried gourds and made my own. I use them in my practice, and maracas have a long and fascinating history of spiritual use. They are divination and healing objects for shamans, but those maracas are given specific markings and are in no way associated with Satanic rituals. Traditional maracas are some pretty amazing and powerful works of art.

I just really, really, really want to know the rest of the story. Does the entity have a name? What kind of rituals was the maraca used in? Was the entity summoned on purpose, or did they wander in accidentally? Do I have to shake the maraca to be threatened and insulted, or do its self-esteem-and-mental-health-ruining powers flow freely? Is there a matching maraca somewhere? I have so many questions.

A friend of mine pointed out that a maraca that says “I hate you” and “I want to rip your face off” when you shake it isn’t really scary, mostly just rude. I agreed, figuring you could probably find a maraca that was used in church a whole bunch and was infested with angels and they’d cancel each other out. All, *rattlerattleYousuckrattlerattle*  *rattlerattleYourhairlooksamazingthoughrattlerattle*.

So, I’m not sure if this listing resulted from a Satanic jam session, a strange conflation of shamanism with satanism, or what. Either way, though, I pity the demon who gets themselves stuck in a single goddamned maraca.

Curious Things This Week — 1/15/17

Hello! This week, I’ve got:

Andrew Crosse and the Perfect Insect: Creating Life from Rocks and Electricity — “In the year 1837 Mr. Crosse was pursuing some experiments on electro-crystallisation, and in the course of these investigations insects made their appearance under conditions usually fatal to animal life. Mr. Crosse never did more than state the fact of these appearances, which were totally unexpected by him, and in respect to which he had never put forth any theory.”

Mysterious Stone Instruments Keep Being Discovered in Vietnam — “Archaeologists, historians, and anthropologists puzzled over the stones, until someone decided to put them in order from largest to smallest, and lay them over a pair of supports, like a xylophone. ‘It immediately became apparent…that this was undoubtedly a musical instrument,’ New Scientist wrote in 1957. ‘It was possible to play tunes on them ranging from a simplified version of Claire de Lune to Pop Goes the Weasel.’ The markings on them were identified as remnants of the tuning process.”

I’m gonna be a vampire. Maybe. — Either vampires have decided to ditch the whole “secrecy” thing, or spammers are really stepping up their game.

Man Paid DMV With 298,745 Pennies In Pettiest Revenge Scheme Ever — I can only aspire to this level of pettiness.

Lastly, I leave you with a song:

Dear Publisher: This is Why I Rejected Your Job.

I do a lot of my work through sites designed to hook up freelancers with people who need stuff written. Some of them only let you accept one job at a time, but allow you the freedom to work with different clients every day instead of getting locked into a contract. Others offer you the security of a contract, but may leave you stuck negotiating with someone you don’t want to work with rather than being one-and-done.

Sometimes, I click on a job, read over the instructions, and click away faster than you can say, “Oh hell no.” There are a number of reasons why this happens:

  • The instructions are hyper-specific. Everyone wants a project where they get paid to just write about the topic presented to them, but that doesn’t come along often. People generally want content that adheres to specific rules — length, formatting, reading level, keyword density, and the like. There’s nothing wrong with this, and it’s even sometimes a fun challenge.
    That said, if the instructions are longer than the article you’re asking me to write will be, I’m not going to accept. The amount of adjusting and double-checking I’ll have to do to make sure I’m meeting all of the criteria (while still producing natural-sounding writing) will take extra time, and, since I’m not paid hourly, that directly cuts into what I’m earning.
  • The instructions don’t make sense. Relatively few content publishers put up a single article at a time. Usually they need a whole mess of ’em, all unique, and that means putting up a new set of instructions for Every. Single. One. It is understandably tedious and confusing.
    Unfortunately, that means that a lot of instructions are copy-pasted disasters that reference things that aren’t relevant to the project. The subject might be inconsistent with the required keywords, or the word count requested in the body of the instructions may not match the required word count entered into the job form. While these inconsistencies are usually minor and can be corrected with a quick email to the publisher, every hour I spend waiting for a reply is an hour nobody’s making any money.
  • The instructions are condescending. There’s no standard for becoming a freelance writer. Many of us aren’t necessarily fluent in English, may not have stellar grammar, and may not have received an education beyond high school. Literally anyone can sign up to write things, and the market filters out the writers who don’t deliver. That can take a little while to do, so some publishers may find themselves occasionally dealing with a less-than-amazing writer. I completely understand that this is frustrating. Really, I get it.
    Frustration is still no reason to include insulting language in a job’s instructions. Rudeness is doubly unnecessary because the fact that there are instructions in the first place implies that the writer will be expected to fix their work until it’s compliant with them. You don’t get to rely on other people to provide labor, talk down to them, and expect them to want to work for you.
  • The math doesn’t check out. “Keyword density” refers to the percentage of an article that’s taken up by keywords, and it’s a pretty big deal for a lot of jobs. Some people don’t care about density, just so long as their keywords make it into the article. Others want a keyword used exactly once so they can attach a link to it. Still others want you to strike a balance between including plenty of  keywords and not sounding like an android trying to ask Google’s search algorithm to prom. I gotta be honest, though… Sometimes the last part doesn’t quite compute.
    I have had situations where I have been asked to write a 450 word article, handed a list of twelve keywords, and told to use them 2-3 times each while maintaining a keyword density of 2-3%.
    ಠ_ಠ
  • The corrections are vague. I’ve had situations where I’ve submitted my writing, received some corrections, then canceled a job. I have no issue at all with rewording something, adjusting a keyword, or correcting grammar, but these have to be outlined in plain language.
    “I don’t like how this sounds” is not actionable. If I receive vague style corrections, there’s really not much I can do with them — if someone doesn’t like my writing style, we’re probably both better served by them working with someone else. I’ll cancel the job, it’ll go back to the author’s pool, and hopefully will be picked up by someone whose voice is a better fit for the project. It’s nothing personal, but every minute I spend re-working an article based on guesswork and hoping for the best is a minute I’m losing money by not writing a new article.
  • It doesn’t pay enough. Writers gotta eat. Sometimes, it just isn’t cost-effective to take a job — even if it seems easy.

 

So, there’s a peek into the ever-exciting world of freelance content creation. As much as I might have griped about it here, I really do love it. It’ll never make me rich, but it’s one of the few things my disability allows me to do to stay alive and I really dig the opportunity to challenge myself and learn new things by researching and writing about topics I’m not familiar with. (Do you want to know how to properly winterize an attic? I can tell you. And I don’t even have an attic.) Of course, like anything else, it has its warts.

Do you do any freelance writing? What frustrations have you encountered?

The Moon In Your Moon.

There’re a lot of very poetic notions about menstruation and the lunar cycle.

Unfortunately, like a lot of people for whom endometrial tissue management is a regularly recurring problem, my cycle is not actually twenty eight days long. I felt kind of broken when I first realized this — even my mother told me that “women have either a twenty one or twenty eight day cycle.” (Haha, no. While twenty eight days is average, it is totally normal to have a cycle that is shorter or longer. Sometimes significantly so.)

So while I had the idea of tracking my cycle with the phases of the moon in the beginning (“Oh, it’s waning. Better stock up on Advil.”) this rapidly proved to be fruitless. That doesn’t necessarily mean there’s no information to be gained from it.

Every phase of the moon has its own attendant properties. The waxing moon increases, the waning moon decreases, the new moon is for beginning, and the full moon is fruition. Every ritual to honor one aspect must therefore, by necessity, honor the others — every full moon ritual has its roots in the beginnings represented by the new moon. And, like the cycle represented by the Wheel of Fortune in tarot, it continues without end, bringing forth each season.

Moon and orange clouds.

I’ve noticed a correspondence between my biological cycle and where it falls in the lunar cycle. The full moon brings those times when I feel the most love and gratitude. The waning moon times have always been when I had something I needed to release from my life. The waxing moon times are times of promise and growth. The new moon times are times when it’s time to get off my ass and start some things.

I’m usually not able to do much when I’m dealing with cramping, bleeding, and elevated intracranial pressure, so it forces me into a few days of rest and reflection. I’m not of a mind to regard menstruation as particularly sacred or perform menstrual magick, but it’s a valuable time to get my head right and take a look at where I am in this cycle. It’s certainly better than feeling somehow “out of step” with the universe for not feeling the same direct lunar connection that others seem to feel.

How do the cycles of the moon play through your life?

 

 

 

 

So I Tried Headspace.

Have you heard of it? I’m guessing “probably,” though I admittedly didn’t until I downloaded it — now it seems like there’s adverts and interviews about it everywhere!

Anyhow, Headspace is an app that helps you learn to meditate. I’ve been meditating for awhile, though some of my practices are slightly unorthodox, but I saw some definite value in it. Like exercising at home, it’s still beneficial to occasionally have someone to help you adjust your form or show you new ways to do the things you enjoy. The app was free, looked like it might help, so why not?

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Now that I’ve given it a couple tries, I have to say — I like it! The meditations are guided by a dude named Andy, and he managed to hit the “sweet spot” that a lot of guides miss for me. His voice is clear, I’m not hit with vocal fry, and he neither goes too fast nor too slow. He’s easy to keep up with, and I don’t find myself getting bored mid-sentence and wishing he’d skip to the end and let me relax. I also like that the app offers to notify you when it’s time to meditate every day. I try to do it daily as it is, but notifications are always helpful (especially when you have a memory like mine).

Has it had an impact on my anxiety or physical health? Not yet, but I’m not new to meditation and have only just begun using this app. I can see it helping in the future, and I think people who don’t really meditate regularly otherwise will get a lot of value out of it. I wish I’d had it when I was working at the lab, because sneaking outside on my lunch breaks for a ten-minute meditation would probably have saved my sanity some days.

Nobody from Headspace compensated me for writing this. As someone with anxiety and someone who meditates, I get a kick out of trying new apps that purport to help with those things, seeing what they’re about, and then offering my review to anyone else who might be thinking of giving them a shot. If you’re brand-new to meditation or someone who makes a point of practicing it daily, I’d recommend giving Headspace a look. Even if you don’t need to use it yourself, it’s a neat little app to poke around in, and one I can see recommending to other people who could use a little calming moment every day. Give it a shot, I think you’ll like it.

Banishing the Thigh Gap.

Ladies and gentlemen, I have a thigh gap.

I’m not saying this as an “omg I’m so skinny u guys!” humblebrag, because I am actively trying to destroy it before it destroys me. At my last doctor’s appointment, I managed to pull off a BMI of 18.5 — borderline underweight — by slightly underestimating my height, having a full bladder, and wearing shoes. Personally, I blame it on Diamox weight loss.

See, the thing is, being on Diamox killed my appetite and make me nauseated a lot of the time. I was also petrified of chloride acidosis, so I limited my diet to foods that were high in potassium and low in salt– in other words, a lot of fresh fruits and vegetables. A diet of high-nutrient, low calorie food + no appetite = some pretty extreme weight loss. Other people experience weight loss from Diamox too. I can’t speak to what caused it for them, but I offer solidarity daps to anyone who has had to deal with it.

While I haven’t necessarily struggled with my weight throughout my life, I have struggled with how I feel about it before. In the beginning, I felt a perverse sense of pleasure at watching the numbers on the scale go down every few days. Now, I just wish I couldn’t see my sternum through my cleavage. Not feeling up to dessert every night lands me squarely in the “underweight” category in a matter of days. It’s frustrating, upsetting, and more than a little scary. What if I get sick? What if I need a medication that’s going to cause me to lose more of my appetite? What if I end up overdosing because I’m given a dose calculated for someone of average weight?

I just want my pants to fit again!

I just want my pants to fit again!

 

Gaining weight healthfully isn’t exactly easy, though. I mean, it’s definitely more complicated than just eating more cheeseburgers and an extra milkshake every night. I’m very concerned about maintaining my cardiac health, so I try to keep my saturated fat and sodium intake below a certain threshold. I also don’t want to overconsume sugar, so I keep an eye on that, too. So, as far as macronutrients go, I’m left with… unsaturated fats and protein. This is fine, but there’s only so much chicken and olive oil a person can eat in a day, you know? So, I’m trying to loosen up some of my self-imposed restrictions. Maybe I’ll eat too much sugar one day, or too much saturated fat the next, but if I’m getting the calories, fiber, vitamins, and minerals that I need, it can’t be the end of the world.

Because I’ve gotten used to Diamox causing me to lose my appetite, I find it’s easiest to “front load” my days. I have a big breakfast, then try to snack as much as I can bring myself to until dinner time. I eat what I can during dinner, and hope I’m not at a calorie deficit at the end of the day. Breakfast is usually a muffin, some plain yogurt, some fruit, a cup of soy milk, and a handful or so of pumpkin seeds. All told, it totals from 500-700 calories (depending on how much I’m able to eat). Snacks are usually more fruit, some baby carrots and sunflower seed butter, or a piece of cheese. Dinner varies pretty widely. Most of the time it’s a struggle to eat more than 1200-1500 calories per day. I’m not quite gaining weight the way I’d like, but at least I don’t think I’m losing more.

Have you ever had to gain weight? How did you do it?

Curious Things This Week — 1/8/17

Hello! I missed some of these because of the holidays, but I have returned with some interesting stuff:

History of the Integratron — “George Van Tassel began conducting weekly meditation sessions in 1953 in the rooms underneath Giant Rock which, he claimed, led to UFO contacts and finally to an actual encounter with extra-terrestrials when according to George, in August of that year, a saucer landed from the planet Venus, woke Van Tassel up and invited him onto the ship. There the aliens gave him a formula for a proprietary frequency for rejuvenating living cell tissues. In 1954 he began building a structure they called ‘The Integratron’ to perform the rejuvenation. George described his creation this way, ‘The Integratron is a machine, a high-voltage electrostatic generator that would supply a broad range of frequencies to recharge the cell structure.'”

Diver Has Visited The Same Friendly Fish For 25 Years — Hiroyuki Arakawa is entrusted with guiding visitors to an undersea shrine in Japan for over two decades. One of the shrine’s most frequent visitors? A sheepshead wrasse.

Baseball Card Vandals — Just like it says on the tin.

The Lie of White Identity — While the concept of a black identity arose out of the shared experiences of people of the African disapora (many of whom had no way of knowing or retaining their tribal identity), the idea of a white identity arose out of exclusion of those who didn’t meet its criteria. This has deep implications for aspects of the Pagan identity: “Some of the Daoine Sidhe came across the ocean on ships with my great grandparents (my father heard a Bean-Sidhe wailing the night my great-grandmother died), just as the Orisha travelled from Africa to the Americas in slave ships and across Damballah’s rainbow bridge. But the next generation had to cease acknowledging their presence if they wanted to be admitted to white society.
[…]
The concept of white Polytheism or European Polytheism is ahistorical. The fact that such a concept is new does not inherently make it wrong – there are plenty of gorgeous traditions and practices and religions that have emerged in the last half-century or so. But its roots in and its reinforcement of ideas of whiteness is inherently problematic.”

Life-Hacks of the Poor and Aimless: On negotiating the false idols of neoliberal self-care — “Lifestyle bloggers insist to hundreds of thousands of followers that freedom looks like a white woman practicing yoga alone on a beach. One such image (on the @selflovemantras Instagram) informs us that ‘the deeper the self love, the richer you are.’ That’s a charming sentiment, but landlords are not currently collecting rent in self-love.
Can all this positive thinking be actively harmful? Carl Cederström and André Spicer, authors of The Wellness Syndrome, certainly think so, arguing that obsessive ritualization of self-care comes at the expense of collective engagement, collapsing every social problem into a personal quest for the good life. ‘Wellness,’ they declare, ‘has become an ideology.'”

Also, this site has a Facebook page now!

Lastly, I leave you with a song:

Things I Love: Esoterica

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After rearranging some things around the apartment, I have a way bigger, nicer table at my disposal for use as an altar. I know exactly how I want it to be, and, while I keep my eyes peeled for thrift-store finds and opportunities to trade for the things I’d like, I’ve also been doing some Etsy window shopping. The supplies don’t make the witch, but I am at a point where I have the space to devote to a beautiful place that feels right to practice in.

I have a short list of things I’m considering getting for myself, but I did find a bunch of other things I thought you might like:

Moon Goddess Meditation Beads — $30

I’m pretty tactile. The stone I use the most often for meditation is perfect for me because it has an indentation that perfectly fits my grip, and the crystal face nearest my thumb is covered in tiny “barnacles” I can rub. So, as you can probably surmise, I like prayer beads a lot as an aid to meditation. This set is comprised of sodalite, rainbow moonstone, blue chalcedony and venus jasper, and I think it’s gorgeous. (Though, I admit, it was kind of a toss-up between this set, the Greenman set, and the night sky set!) Source.

Custom Astrological Constellation Tarot or Altar cloth — $30

While astrological signs don’t figure heavily in my practice or daily life, they do for a lot of other people. This silk tarot/altar cloth is handmade and can be customized with up to 3 constellations of your choice. Source.

Wood Burned Pentacle Altar Tile – Decor — $25

Isn’t this pyrography pretty? This woodburned tile can be used as an altar tile, as wall art, or displayed on a small easel. I love the designs in this shop! Source.

Ritual manifestation candle — $15

Have I mentioned how much I enjoy this shop? They use soy wax in their pillar candles, and have a pretty good variety of intentions available. Since I’m planning on getting a few for myself, I contacted the seller to ask about any ingredients I react to. I received a friendly, helpful response less than an hour later. Source.

Above Door/Shelf Sitter — $38

Mirrors are an excellent way to deflect baneful magick from you or your home — I’ve used them that way plenty of times. This little shelf/door sitter is a beautiful, discreet way to ward your home. Source.

Moon Incense – All Natural loose incense blend for ritual — $13

Loose incense will, I think, forever occupy a spot in my heart. There’s something about carefully adding incense to charcoal pinch by pinch that you don’t get from lighting a cone or a stick. This is even more true with magickal incense. To quote the seller, “This magickal incense was blended in a sacred circle during the Full Harvest Moon and Lunar Eclipse on September 16th 2016. This blend was blessed with the magickal properties of Moonstone on my altar, while soaking up the Moon’s energy. I have used only the finest all natural resins, botanicals, and essential oils.” This blend contains frankincense, myrrh, copal, benzoin, sandalwood, white willow bark, lavender, jasmine flowers, palo santo, sandalwood essential oil, lemon essential oil, and frankincense essential oil. Source.

New Year, New Reading.

Let me preface this by saying that January 1st is not the beginning of my year.

In terms of holidays, that honor belongs to Samhain. In terms of personal growth, it usually falls between the vernal equinox and summer solstice. I’ve never found January to have much to recommend it in terms of starting new — sure, you make a bunch of resolutions, but then you walk outside and it’s January.

Bleh.

I still like to pull a few cards for the new year, though. Just to see what kind of things are spread out before me, and maybe help me make up my mind about a few lingering questions. (If you don’t think that works, just try using a flip of a coin to help you decide something — as soon as you toss it in the air, you’ll know what to choose purely based on how disappointed you’ll be if it lands on the wrong side.)

Anyhow, this is a pretty detailed, easy-to-read tarot spread from Little Red Tarot. Because I wanted a basic reading for the new year, I went with a relatively superficial interpretation for most of the cards. Other situations sometimes call for a more philosophical, in-depth look.

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My reading broke down as follows:

  • The Center (what surrounds me right now): The 5 of Wands, The Sun, and The Moon.
  • Dusk (what’s on its way out): 5 of Pentacles, Queen of Wands.
  • Horizon (what’s on its way in): Page of Swords, King of Wands.
  • Focus: (where to focus my energy): Ace of Cups, The Star.
  • Tools (what I can draw upon): 2 of Cups.

 

Not bad! This kind of builds on what some of the single-card readings I’ve been doing for the 30 Day Tarot Challenge have been giving me. Let’s look at it in more detail.

The Center. The Sun points to success, positivity, and vitality. I’ve been feeling stronger physically, and, while my country has basically shat the bed with the lights on, I still have a sense of personal optimism. The Moon, on the other hand, points to my very palpable lingering anxiety. The 5 of Wands points to tension and conflict, which is also unsurprising to me right now (the anxiety didn’t come from nowhere).

Dusk. The 5 of Pentacles indicates financial loss and insecurity. It is on its way out (finally). The Queen of Wands can indicate an actual person, or the fiery feminine energy represented by her. While she is warm, vivacious, energetic, and vibrant, she can also be overbearing and a despot. I’m hoping this points to a lessening of my own irritability — quitting Diamox has definitely helped level my mood out some, and life has been getting steadily smoother as I go.

Horizon. Pages are typically young people. The Page of Swords is someone with boundless energy and enthusiasm, but without the experience needed to temper it. It represents someone who is (or the mental state of being) energetic, restless, and intellectually curious. I’m feeling it, too — I’ve been nothing if not mentally restless lately. The King of Wands is someone who takes an idea and makes it manifest, but can also be arrogant, aggressive, and may have the attention span of a brine shrimp. Energetically, it can represent a vision for the future and the characteristics of a leader. Wands is a very creation-and-manifestation suit, so I am enthusiastic about this.

Focus. This was nice to read. In short, the Ace of Cups indicates compassion, love, and empathy. The Star points to renewal, spirituality, and a sense of hope. If you’re going to focus your energy anywhere, it might as well be there!

Lastly, Tools. What can I draw upon? A loving partnership or relationship, whether that is without (a significant other) or within (loving and accepting all of the dark, cobwebby corners of myself). Sounds good to me.

So, I’m entering a good cycle. Anxiety and tension surround me, but there’s a lot of positivity there, too. Financial loss and irritability are leaving me. Lots of intellectual and manifestation energy (or people rich in it) are entering my life. I should focus my energy on love and renewal, and I can draw upon self-love or my relationship when things get real. Not a bad start!

30 Day Tarot Challenge, Day 13 — Fun!

Click here for the previous day.

Who couldn’t use more fun? I know I could — coming off of entirely-too-long being unable to really leave the house (or bed, most of the time), my life needs some more excitement.
Also some vitamin D and a lot of cardio, but I digress.

For today’s challenge, I wanted to look specifically at the coming year. Will 2017 help me get my groove back? What can I do to bring myself back to where I want to be again?

I pulled…

The Wheel of Fortune!

The Wheel of Fortune!

 

The Wheel of Fortune is interesting here. When I was taught to read tarot, it was explained to me as “what goes around, comes around.” Following that interpretation, it makes sense — I will get out what I put in to my life. Not surprising. I needed the recovery time, don’t get me wrong, but pain, hypersomnia, vision loss, and all of the other trappings of intracranial hypertension don’t leave you with a lot of spoons to spare for things that aren’t directly related to survival. I can spare some more energy now. I should do so.

But the Wheel of Fortune isn’t passive. While it tells us to acknowledge that things come in cycles,  both good and bad, the point is not to sit and wait for your time in the sun. To me, this indicates that the time is coming when circumstances in my personal life will be favorable to me — it’s up to me to seize the opportunities fate extends.

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