I’m feeling sassy and weird tonight (and how is that different than any other night? Never mind.) I’m going to use Morgan’s Tarot and the Somniscript for this cold reading.

Well, well, well. Aren’t you special? Yes, in fact, you are. WHY ARE YOU STILL LISTENING TO OTHER PEOPLE’S RULES? This reading speaks to those who are my own kindred spirits. I have a feeling it might even be for one of my own other-dimensional friends. (I don’t have Spirit Guides. I have a Peanut Gallery.)

That doesn’t mean that it isn’t for you, too.

Center yourself wherever you’re meant to be. Quit asking permission. Don’t look for external validation to make sure you’re doing it right. “Right” is whatever you call it. Next step: bring it to the real world and live it. No, you don’t need emotional validation. You need intellectual action to balance out all those feelings and dreams and you need to make this real on your own terms.

Will you get crap for it? Yep. Why do you care? Who are you trying to please? Do any of those people really exist, or are they just mouthpieces for a whiny, insecure Overmind? Your reality is just as real as anyone else’s. Give it a chance to settle in, and tend it with love and care. It will take root and grow.

You can change the world, even if it’s just your own perspective of the world. Why would you worry about anyone else’s? This is what you can control. This is yours. Own it.

Cold Reading: STAAAAAHP

I’m right in the middle of building two other websites, but my spirit friends tell me it’s time for another Cold Reading. I’m using the Rider-Waite Tarot and my own Somniscript. This is for someone — is it you?

20150710-coldTime to stop. Seriously, just STOP. You’ve been on overdrive for WAAAY too long. Look, I’m the last person to tell you to ignore your imagination and ambition, but it’s time to set it aside for awhile, at least. You don’t have to do anything right now. The material world will wait. The other worlds will wait.

You need a GOD. DAMN. BREAK. Go drink tea on a patio. Read a stupid book just for fun. Take out your journal and doodle crap that you’ll never be able to use. Okay? You need downtime. Give yourself that. You’re allowed. Whatever you’re so worked up about will still be there tomorrow. Or the next day.

Hell, take the whole weekend. You need it.

For what it’s worth, this song came on right about the same time I got the inspiration for this reading.