The message for this month is simple- so simple in fact, that I'm not sure if I can pontificate for a couple of paragraphs when the stars & the cards are so clearly calling for us to say less. Whatever needs to be said in July has already been said, & even if it hasn't been said it's most certainly been understood, & what is understood does not need to be explained.
But you came for a show, so I'mma give you a show. (That's part of the message too...)
Imagine: A sweet young woman relaxing at home. She's in her comfy clothes, a cup of coffee steaming on the counter, sunlight pouring through the blinds. From somewhere in the house, music is playing softly. Issa vibe.
Suddenly there's a knock at the door.
The way the woman jolts out of her reverie & peers at the door alerts you to the fact that her mornings have not always been so peaceful. She creeps to the door & stares out of the peephole. Then she tests the locks. Satisfied they'll hold, a weight visibly falls from her shoulders. She returns to her coffee, her couch, her warm patch of sun.
The knocking comes again, louder this time. The woman jumps a bit, but not like before. She doesn't move except to grab the remote next to her coffee. The knock becomes a pound. An angry voice shouts, commanding her to open the damn door. She uses the remote to turn music up. Every time there is a knock or a shout, the music goes louder. Suddenly the cycle is interrupted by the sound of breaking glass. Whoever couldn't get in through the door has thrown a brick through the window. The curtain billows with silent wind. She mutes the music, reaches for a locked box under the coffee table, balances a huge loaded gun on her lap. From the hallway, a big dog with bigger teeth appears. He positions himself directly under the window, waiting on whoever is thinking about climbing their ass inside. In the silence, all you hear is the woman's measured breaths, the dog's throaty growls & the warning click of her gun, locked, loaded & ready to go off.
The knocks stop for good. No shadows darken the window frame either.
This month, little is said but the message is received. Like it or not, folks catch on quick.
(I can show you better than I can tell you)
A monthly message, alchemized/ channeled from tarot cards, seasoned with intuition and life experience, served with love.