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40 days
​of shadow work

facing the darkness / 
to live in the light

day 18: two of swords (deceit)

12/14/2020

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Y'all- I keep wanting to move faster with these cards than I'm going, but sometimes they are just really, really hard to figure out. This Two of Swords right here- I've been studying it for days. I typed the whole post last night & it just didn't... feel right? I was like, there's something I just don't get, ugh! So I put it aside & went to bed. In between dreams I kept having downloads that revealed the deeper meaning of the card, & I appreciated the info but then was lowkey irritated that my late understanding meant I had to write the whole post over again. I keep wanting to move faster than I'm being allowed to & it's annoying af. I realize  now all of these emotions & thoughts are part of the energy of this card - can't quite figure it out, slow down, take your time, divine timing, let it be revealed. Also, I had a mini-breakdown because this card really, really reminds me of my mother for some reason & brought up a bunch of shit I needed to deal with that I didn't know I needed to deal with; & the card that was chosen for tomorrow reminds me of my father (Seven of Wands) so I was TRIGGERED. In fact I thought I would post the two cards together but nah. My parents were never a couple so there's no point in putting them together now.

I also want to say that I really appreciate the work we're doing here bc to echo the sentiment a few of you have stated, it's... WORKING. I didn't expect that, ha! I've been so used to carrying the same emotional baggage for years that I'd given up on healing but here I am, against all odds, actually healing.  It's like being disciplined with your diet but then shocked when the weight comes off.  I'm getting emotionally & energetically skin-ty, ha! 

Dammit to hell this card is like my mom (& me). That whole paragraph above of sudden positivity while there's a whole 'nother topic being avoided. Fuck. Without further distractions, the Two of Swords:
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Ok, so the Two of Swords is Moon in Libra, or the High Priestess (Moon/right) in Justice (Libra/left). Once again, the High Priestess (Moon) is the record keeper of all our deeds, lifetime after lifetime. She doesn't know what we should do, she knows what we're going  to do, because barring life-changing events that force you to... change... people are creatures of habit. The Justice (Libra) card is about relationships that balance out our karma & force us to see certain situations from the opposite perspective. This doesn't have to necessarily be a bad thing- if you give to others, then the Justice card guarantees a relationship where someone will give to you. But if you're a jerk face, Justice will bring you a matching jerkface. And if you're a jerk face who gives to others (which is more realistic), then you'll experience a relationship where you have to take the good with the bad, just like people have had to learn to do with you. 

So when you put these two energies together in the Two of Swords (intuition litty + karmic relationships), this creates the experience of subconsciously knowing what's going to happen in a relationship or situation because you remember what happened in a similar situation; except this time you might be on the opposite side. Because of the mysterious Moon (High Priestess) influence, the information about the relationship or situation will not be forthcoming. It will be as a puzzle put together, or a deeper understanding revealed. 
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Let's look at the card literally: 
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There's a woman all covered up in white (all covered up the lie) sitting blindfolded (can't see the trail / can't see betrayal) on a stone bench. She holds two swords across her heart (you swore / cross your heart).  If you look closely at her face, you'll see red, tight lips (secret, tight lipped). Because of her double swords (double words), she can't stand up alone (can't stand to be alone), therefore she is stuck in her own the- seat (own deceit). Because of the way the woman is positioned (also the wool pulled over her eyes), she can't see the sea (can't see deceit) behind her. She can't see that the sea is too shallow for ships in relation to where she's sitting (two shallow relationships), but the fact that she can't hear waves directly behind her should help her realize puddles are gathered through the missing fields (put it together through the missing feelings). Because the seat's too cold (see who told), she can't have her figure out (can't have figured it out). She would have to remove her blindfold & turn to view (turned on you) the sea (deceit) in order to see the red earth mountains behind her back (she ran her mouth behind her back). Those mountains are heavy; their weight causes a sink in the field (sinking feeling). When you feel that way (field that weight / sinking feeling), it means the fact that the tide is high on fields (they tried to hide their feelings) is plain as day (plains wet today). Which is why the woman in white sits & holds shoulder (gets the cold shoulder) because no one is able to look her in the eyes.

Because of course there are two sides to every story (two knives to every shoulder). If you speak on one side (pick up one knife), there will come a day when you must pick up the other knife. And then you'll realize that for both sides, knives in air (life's unfair). Suddenly the red mountains (bad mouthing) will be at a distance behind your back. No one will tell you but you'll sense the puddles gathered (put it together). When that happens, will you turn to confront the source-of-the-sea (sorcery/ secrecy)?  Or hold each side (hold it inside)? When folks ask for gossip (got-a-sip?), will you point out the sea (tea)? Or will you keep your lips tight & your focus within so they can realize, DON'T GOT-A-SIP (don't gossip)! 

Don't got-a-sip, don't even look at the sea (tea). Let them puddles gather (put it together) on their own.

As the dew uncovers (as you do unto others), so shall it be done in view (so shall it be done unto you). 

I think the way this card is drawn IS the shadow side of this energy. I see someone remaining in a state of self-deception (wool over your own eyes) & refusing to face the source of deceit (the sea), blocking her mobility with the thought that there are two sides to every story (two knives to every shoulder). This is a highly psychic energy too, which requires the use of intuition & heightened senses because you have to "figure out," the answers that are staring you right in the face, if only you'll LOOK. On one hand, what's understood doesn't have to be explained- but on the other hand, what we resist, persists. Oftentimes we avoid obvious patterns & predictable outcomes because to acknowledge the inevitable, we'd have to admit the part we played in the situation. It's easier to say, they were out to get me (vulnerable), than to say, maybe I had that shit coming (accountable).
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I have a few Two of Swords stories/moments but for the sake of time, I'll just explain the major one:

It has to do with the circumstances surrounding my birth. My parents were never in a committed, romantic relationship. They dealt with each other at work. My mom was on a break from her married boyfriend & my dad had a longtime girlfriend who he considered a wife, but (according to my mother) he kept her a secret because he wanted to be polygamous & I guess "bae's at home," isn't the best icebreaker. So they were both kind of using each other. She got pregnant with me & she wanted to get an abortion, but he'd been trying for years to get my step-mom pregnant & she'd had a bunch of miscarriages, so he begged my mother to keep me because that would make me his first child. She claims that she didn't know about my stepmom until either very late in her pregnancy or after I'd already been born. She said she was very hurt by the realization (even though her presence had been breaking her boyfriend's wife's heart for years). My stepmom got pregnant soon after I was born & instead of miscarrying, she gave birth to my sister who's 11 months younger than me. My mom told me she still had to see my dad at work every day, & one day he cornered her in the hallway & asked her where she had gotten her bras when she was pregnant with me, because my step-mom's boobs were getting huge. My mama said that's the only time she ever screamed on him (yes, at work). She said it was pretty out of character for her, because NO ONE at their job knew they were messing around, to the point that folks didn't realize they'd had a kid together until they separately announced to mutual friends that their newborn child's name was Oubria. It was only because of the uniqueness of my name that folks realized they were talking about the same baby. Now that's what my mother told me. 

My father tells it differently. He says my mama been knew about my stepmom because he wanted to be a polygamist like "the Africans," & he wanted to make sure everyone was on board. He, my mother & my stepmother all agree that at some point my dad approached them about buying a three-flat building together where they could all live together- with me my mom, older sister & me in one apartment, my dad in another, & my step-mom & younger sister in the other. My mom said she refused because, she didn't want her daughters to think it was ok to share a man. Meanwhile, huh?!? Y'all already shared him?? & He was a rebound from the other nigga you shared?? As an adult, these answers make no sense to me, but I have had to put it together. 

Also, how can she say she didn't know about my step-mom when my step-mom had lived with my dad off & on for years before my mom came on the scene?? If she went to his house, she would have seen my step-mom's stuff, & if she didn't go to his house, she knew why you couldn't go (or at the very least this would have raised a red flag). But as someone who had been sneaking around for years with a whole-nother married man, it does make more sense that she knew & also knew how to keep a secret. Also, sometimes folks have threesomes or swing, or whatever, & that is not something they're going to want to admit to their kids (understandable).

My dad claims he & my mom had stopped messing around for months but then a friend of his unexpectedly died in mid- January 1980. He was sad, but (typical Virgo) he wanted to work on his resume & my mom agreed to help. One thing led to another, & boom, pregnant. Then they said that she went into premature labor with me in July, & she was put on bedrest.  They said my original due date was September 3rd (my dad's bday) but that I came late on September 7th. That story used to make sense to me but now that I'm a mom, I know a full term pregnancy is between 38 to 40 weeks. My parents were positive that I was conceived in mid-January but that I was born full term in early September. Um, no. January conception = October babies. So I must have been conceived in December, & my mama's 35th birthday was December 10th, 1979. LOL. But I didn't put all this together until after she passed away so I guess she took the info to her grave. My whole life I would have these moments of suddenly feeling like one of my parents wasn't my parent but I could never put my finger on it. I still can't because when I brought it up (with receipts) to my dad & aunt (mom's sister), they gaslit tf outta me. It's frustrating & I give my whole "backstory / birth story" a side eye. 

Also, just like in the Two of Swords there was always this... emotional distance...? (scene's distant / seems distant) between me & my mother. When I got grown I joked that she was more like my "Aunt Mom." But wouldn't that make sense though, if she lied to me about something as fundamental as my birth?? I observed that my mother was a genuine, loving person & if you're genuine, it's hard to be all up in the face of folks from whom you hide big secrets. 

Ugh. She loved red lipstick too. (see red, tight lips / secret, tightlipped)

I know I seem like the "victim," in this story & I chose this one bc it was bugging me the most, but please believe I have other stories where I definitely gossipped, or cheated, or lied  & betrayed, & my karma came back & hit me square in the face. 

What's y'alls Two of Swords?

P.S. It just hit me that the water in front is receding. So if this is about deceit (the seat / the sea), then it is also about "the seed." The seed of betrayal. Which means that as the water recedes, it "re-seeds," meaning the original seed (sea) spreads & grows. One lie births another. WOW, dang. 

9 Comments
Kelsey
12/18/2020 05:29:54 pm

I’ve fallen behind on participating here, and although I’ve been checking in daily to see which cards come up in the new posts, I’ve found myself avoiding the work. The first few days it seemed like I didn’t have anything to write because I was feeling clear and positive. I had a good few days or more of a complete break from suffering via mental / emotional anguish! Then, just the other day, that changed and I’ve been back in it, but I don’t know what “it” is just yet. I can’t quite figure it out. This feels new!

That’s how I know this Shadow work is doing its job. I’ve hit a new phase of suffering, but it’s not obvious to me what it’s about. Whereas, when we started this work back a little over a month ago, each card that showed up seemed to immediately point to something that was right there, available for me to pick up and dissolve (like taking the next piece of candy out of a toy pez dispenser).

So, I don’t know what’s going on yet, but I wanted to share where I’m at. I want to and intend to go back and write something about the handful of cards that I’ve skipped over, but I don’t think I can force it. I’ll revisit them and see if anything wants to come, now that I know I’m at a new, deeper level that I can’t see yet.

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C
12/19/2020 07:50:34 am

This is so off subject, but when I think about this year, I think about shadow work. I've been thinking about Jaguar Wright. She's been coming for folks, exposing their shit, snatching wigs. I love her even more for it! It's entertaining, but it's REAL LIFE, too. The fire that she's burning and exposing with reminds me to continue to do my OWN shadow work: expose the parts of myself that are shitty, full of it, selfish, trifling and toxic af. It's important that I look at ALL parts of myself and accept myself. Not hide it or pretend it doesn't exist. That's the space where GROWTH lives.

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Dela
12/19/2020 08:11:22 pm

Woo I'm all caught up. Okay... Deceit.

So as I was journaling about this... i was able to trace it down to the root of this shadow.

My childhood sexual trauma story happened when I was 4-5 years old. I realize now that a seed of betrayal was planted into me at the age. This thought and idea that Love is A Special Secret between Two people. And that love is when you sneak around and do things without people knowing. Geez.

That has seeped into so many of my relationships. 2nd boyfriend, when we were dating, I accidently bumped into him on a date with another girl while he was talking to me. That was weird. Throughout our relationship I cheated on him twice with the same guy. My 3rd boyfriend was caught by me messaging underage girls on tumblr... he was 24 at the time, the girls were 16. Gross. I cheated on him twice.

The seed of betrayal was a toxic pattern that I sure as hell do not want to bring into 2021. Hell the fuck no. I am calling my clear communication, boundaries, and respect.

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Tanasia
12/19/2020 09:09:03 pm

I honestly don't know what to write for this one. I know that in relationships...we all lie or choose to be tightlipped about certain situations when we are first getting to know people. I'm definitely guilty. I've made a vow to tell the truth about everything I'm doing from now on because thinking of lies is tough and keeping up with them is even tougher. I can't keep anymore secrets. I let go of my friend who used to alway do shit and wanted me to keep it a secret from mutual friends. So over it! Gossiping and hiding secrets so she could keep her pristine image. Whew! Good riddance to lies and deceit.

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Cat
12/20/2020 05:00:14 am

There was a time when I was having so much fun and sleeping with two men at the same time. I ended up pregnant and didn't know who the father was. I told both men that I was pregnant (they both didn't know that I was sleeping with someone else). One guy almost had a nervous break down when I told him. The other guy, I had been dating off and on for 10 years (I've shared about our stories in this shadow work). He was elated, I was not (I'd be baby mama #4 or #5 I can't remember).

I terminated the pregnancy and will never know who the real father was. I told my sister I didn't know who the Daddy was. She was shook. I was very deceptive and wild then. I can't believe that I would lie like that, be so damn deceptive. My life was a hot ass mess.

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Cheryl
12/20/2020 09:39:57 pm

And I am caught up! #Gratitude. I got way off on the two-cards a day cycle, but I am back in full effect. LOL! I was TERRIBLE when I was young. Teenage me slept with the boyfriends of two former friends--no boundaries, TERRIBLE. Thank goodness I outgrew it! And, I can now recognize for what it was. Insecure, fat, me wanted affection at any cost. Grown up me had moved into place of high integrity by the my 30’s. I have kept that version of myself intact for the past 20 years. I now know that life is messy, but I don’t have to pour gasoline on the flames.

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LMP
12/27/2020 07:41:15 am

I’ve been trying to write this post since the day it came out. I wrote it all out once, tried to edit, and it was long, and overwhelming. Here’s effort 2. Basically, my father was married before my mom, and had three of my siblings with her. Then she died mysteriously in a hotel room after leaving him. Death by carbon monoxide poisoning. Lots of suspicious details that are too many to list. He was a shady lawyer involved with Cosa Nostra, so even though he was never accused of foul play in her death, plenty of people thought he had something to do with it. He told me this early in my life, traumatizing me in a way I couldn’t process at that age. When I found my mom (2016) in her alcohol stupor in her home, there was a sealed letter on top of a flurry of papers on her side table. It was dated August 1993 in her hand and she had written “don’t open unless something happens to me.” Something had happened. I opened it. She had talked, in 93, to someone who knew my father and his first wife back in the 70s that confirmed that my father had her killed. After that my mom left my father very suddenly, moved into a house they bought together one day before him and served him divorce papers from the new place, causing him to move back in with his mother. This story of the death has tortured me. I think he liked to keep us in line with low level fear and questioning whether he was capable of something like it. All of the children of that marriage between him and the first wife believe he did it, but they act like it’s not a big deal, what do you expect, oh I got over that a long time ago. None of those siblings are happy. My sisters have had bad relationships with many physically or mentally abusive men. They followed my dads Republican politics and now at least one is still drinking Trump Kool aid. We don’t talk. I guess what needs to be worked through is I feel tainted by the story. I can’t ignore it. It felt disrespectful to a woman’s memory. She lived. She had a name. I wouldn’t be here unless all these horrible things happened. I feel guilty about it. I can’t go around talking about it with people I know unless they are very close, because people judge you. It made me feel different, marked, crazy. It follows me. Also there’s the part of feeling that my father had evil from a young age. Also I’m not sure how to do ancestor work around him. I don’t grieve him much. It’s hard to find the love. I hated him when he was alive and I hated hating him because I wanted to be a good daughter. Do I carry the sins of my father? Should I atone for them? The part that loves him is locked away for safekeeping because he hurt me so much in life. I want to release being haunted this story that is mine and not-mine.

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R.
12/27/2020 11:34:29 pm

So, my married co-worker...aside from having sex, married co-worker and I have deep, personal conversations. We talk about his past life and childhood traumas as well as my issues with my son's father and emotional struggles I have with my mom. He asks my opinion about his business endeavors and we discuss my professional aspirations. I get morning and evening texts and phone calls throughout the day, everyday. For the past three weeks he's been coming over to watch football on Sundays. I sometimes wonder how he keeps all of this from his wife but I never ask because I convince myself that their marriage is not my business. He's deceiving his wife with the obvious and I'm deceiving myself by pretending I don't care that he's married.

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Ruth
1/7/2021 11:12:21 am

I haven't thought of this as a deceptive card before but as a shutting out all the noise.

Then again, lies and deception ARE noise.
I dunno man, I am having a hard time with this card. I keep finding ways to just beat myself up, to tell myself how horrible I am, but then I remember that those are lies, but then I think maybe the lie is thinking that's lies, and now I'm running in circles in my head that make no sense.

I keep trying to write more and none of what comes out comes out right. I feel like crackle quartz "Crackle quartz is a crystalline quartz that has been intentionally fractured by people. They usually heat rock crystal or slightly translucent quartz to a high temperature, then suddenly quench it in cold water. The shock of sudden cooling causes a network of tiny fractures to propagate through the quartz." (rocktumbler dot com)

I'm whole, but I'm not, but I am.
And this is my new normal.
But I don't like it, but I'm still quartz with all the amazing properties of quartz.

I just want to be what I was before.
But I can't.
I can't.
It doesn't matter how much I clean the crackle quartz, how much it's polished and shaped. It's still. . . crackled. Forever.
And it's really really hard to be okay with that.
I have three crackle quartz beads, that I kept, specifically because I was struggling with this, because I hated what was done to them, I almost got rid of them, but then I decided to keep them as a way to let them know they were still wonderful and worthy of keeping. Radical acceptance. Unconditional Love, Love Eternal if you will.

And I can do that for the energy in these stones, but with myself?
If only that which changed me was natural. . . like iron inclusions. . .

Yet, that is not reality at all. You don't always get to choose what changes you.

And that's not easy to accept.

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