The Tarot card and message for today is The Tower. From the major arcana, The Tower has a notorious reputation for heralding destruction and the breaking apart of existing structures.
In other words: change. If I had a dollar for every time someone has told me “I hate change”, I would be writing this from Bali instead of my living room at midnight. LOL!
In the Rider-Waite Tarot deck, The Tower depicts people being thrown from the top of a tall structure. Many psychics likely encountered this symbol in the days before 9/11. Its energy is explosive, life-changing and inalterable.
The Tower also shows a change from being up in the air to down on the ground in pieces. It represents the concept of hitting rock bottom.
And you know what? It’s inevitable. Everything changes. As in most things, there is a blessing within The Tower for each person, individually. You may have fallen from the highest level, but here you are, down at the bottom, looking up, surviving.
Here you are, standing on stable ground instead of a shaky, crumbling, haunted structure. Now you choose how to climb out and rebuild.
Look for the ladder–it’s right in front of you.
What did that make you picture? That’s your ladder. Grab it and climb.
Today’s card is the 2 of Cups. This is the card of soulmates, of spiritual union. If it comes up in a love reading, it’s a sure sign of a wonderful love match. If it comes up for other matters, it can mean a sure and solid match for you in the situation you ask about.
What is the message behind the Page of Pentacles Tarot card? The answer lies within you. Tarot cards act as a language between you and unseen forces. What the card provokes within you is the message.
For the Page of Pentacles, the general guideline is that there will likely be a message about money or something else physical, like health. The message you have been waiting for in this arena is imminent. However, you would need to pull a clarifier card to know what that message IS. Make sense? Stay tuned for more Tarot tips! #psychics #tarotreadersofinstagram #tarotreading #tarotreader #tarotcards #pageofpentacles #courtcards #beginnertarot
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Every Friday I will be sharing with you my stories of the paranormal: yes, I’ve seen a lot of spooky shit, that’s not a surprise, I’m sure.
People love to tell and hear stories of the paranormal. It can be in the middle of a posh dinner party or around a campfire–but the second the tones get hushed and people start sharing the crazy, otherworldly phenomena they’ve experienced, the bonding begins. It’s a bond over our shared experience as humans against the wild Unknown.
One of my spookiest stories happened when I was just starting out as a medium and hadn’t really come to terms with the gift yet. My friend and I were upstairs at my house, watching Family Guy on my upstairs TV in the bedroom. My then-husband was downstairs playing a game on the main TV. We were watching the show, and laughing and having fun.
At some point, we must have nodded off. It still seems strange to me, because I remembered going directly from having a great time to waking up, no falling asleep in between.
Both of the bedroom lamps were on, so it was not dark. This is a key fact.
When I awoke, I saw something that immediately made me start screaming. Wrapped around my friend’s back was a horrifying figure that looked burned, and had a smile that literally stretched ear to ear.
My friend was staring right at it and also screaming. We saw the same figure that night.
We bolted downstairs, confirmed what we both saw, and slept on the couches for the night. I learned about saging that week and accidentally cleared all of our ancestors out of the house with one powerful sweep of prayer and sage. It was eerily quiet for a week until I learned to invite them back in.
To this day, I try not to think about that night. There are other energies that walk with us on this Earth. Some are clothed in light, some are cloaked in shadow. It is a Universe of duality, of binaries, of magnetic physical push and pull.
There is no question that occasionally, something shadowy this way comes. Spiritual cleaning and protections are a must.
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The single life. As a young girl, I fantasized about becoming the ideal adult single woman, drinking Perrier, eating French bread, hanging impossibly eye-attracting art on the wall, living aloofly with similarly aloof cats, generally being cool and mysterious (stop laughing, people who have met me). As a single woman, I have been slumping lately and not fully living out the single lady life I promised my tween self.
I am having a good hair day though:
I don’t read enough books (Mary Karr’s Lit has been woefully ignored on my nightstand for months).I do enjoy fashion, but I could stand to pull it together and organize my closet and jewelry drawer, then create a fabulous outfit for every day. I entertain a bit, which is good, and I am always penciling the next blog post (or 4 at a time). I’m not changing my living space as much as I would if I were focused on enjoying my life.
And dammit, I am in an eternal struggle with finding Perrier in cans, or reaching it on the shelf at the store.
So, like thousands before me, I decided to make an attempt at curating the life I always wanted. I am using my secret Pinterest vision board for inspiration, and I am going to blog about it as I go, mostly because I’m a sucker for a good narrative. I also figured SoulUnfold was getting a little high-minded due to my love of theoretical musings, and could use a dash of cat hair.
The first Single Psychic adventure went off last night exactly as I would want it to. My personal psychic (even a psychic needs a psychic) came over to help me salt seal my apartment against negative energy. This is her with my kitty Bucket, sometimes known as Sir Buckington, le chat who hates his purple scarf:
She came up with the idea of “French night” a few weeks ago. We regularly exchange reading time because it’s hard to read for yourself as a psychic. What you all may find particularly interesting (yay for me always burying the lead) is that I also found it necessary to salt seal the apartment yesterday due to the text I received that morning from my super, asking me about a “recording” my neighbor could hear repeating through the wall.
I unplug my electronics when they are not in use, so that recording could not have come from anything I own. Just in case it was an issue, as I do live in a very old building, I immediately reached out to my fellow single Psychic and she showed up at our French night, sea salt in hand. We created a saltwater mix, blessed it, and ran a line along every window and doorway in the area, then I burned more sage and we sealed the main doorway again with more saltwater, sage and prayers. It was a very silent night after she left, as this sort of practice will remove the “background energy” you are accustomed to feeling in a living space, and make it feel almost too silent.
French night was a rousing success! We had a beautiful rosé wine, bubbly French pink lemonade from Trader Joe’s (mix them, you will not regret it) and 5 different French cheeses to sample:
A beautiful wine we mixed with pink lemonade and tall tales that may not turn out to be so tall after all.
Cheese and Tarot await two single psychics.
It was exactly the kind of evening my 11-year-old self imagined my adult self having. My psychic friend’s French tarot cards (le jeu de Tarot) had a frisky energy to them, and they loved to bound out of the deck and declare themselves as we dealt. Here M explains a particularly cheeky message the cards were displaying (no I’m not telling you, it’s mildly scandalous):
Overall, I loved French night and it felt like the perfect kickoff to rediscovering my psychic single self. I am already considering new adventures to try over the summer and hopefully share with you, in between my more spiritually and theoretically inclined articles. As I learned while writing about Catalysis, it’s time for me to encourage werifesteria in my life:
werifesteria: To wander longingly through the forest in search of mystery.
This sounds like the perfect time to encourage the cultivation of newness, excitement and renaissance in my life.I hope you join me in my travels this summer–let me know if you want to see more.