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Dreams and Visions
What fresh hell is this?
Let me start by saying that I am highly suggestible. As in I can read a book about astral projection, go to bed that night, and guess what? I’ll astrally project for the first time. True story. So, with that being said…
Twice before in my life, I’ve owned tarot cards. Specifically, the Rider Waite series. I’ve gotten another new deck because I wanted to take a crack at it again. Since it takes extraordinarily little for me to be ‘open’ I’ve walked away from them and a few other things over the years. It’s like once I’ve opened the door it’s nearly impossible for me to close it again. I’ve done a lot of work since, thank you COVID-19, on working towards my ascension. I believe I have made sufficient progress to where I can try it again.
The last time I did a reading for someone it took me what felt like forever to get rid of a spirit who had zero to do with the reading. You know the kind of visitor I’m talking about. The chores are done, the house is empty, you’ve got your favorite wine and snacks, and the second your butt hits the couch with remote in hand? *bing bong* The front doorbell rings which is only a formality because your chatty neighbors just let themselves in any way.
Yeah, that kind.
