You know that phrase, "If you love some thing, let it go...?" (And if it comes back it loves you too & if it doesn't come back it never did or some shit like that)
That phrase should be a paragraph. An essay even. At the very least it should have bullet points or variations of the original, like if it doesn't come back hunt it down & kill it...)
Because what about the waiting...? No one talks about the insufferable waiting in between loving some thing & letting it GO- & finding out whether it will come back or not. We're talking months here- years, even. And then literally the moment we get tired of waiting for fucking EVER, & give up & move on- a curious thing happens. The thing comes back! Literally, the SECOND we decide we don't give a fuck.
It's SO ANNOYING.
That entire previous paragraph should be an addendum to the initial phrase, btw.
Also this: Did you know that if you are still holding energetic space for a person, place or thing, you have not in actuality " let it go...?" Science tells us thoughts are things that build reality, so if we think about someone, we are adding weight to their energy signature. We are literally holding onto them with our minds while simultaneously telling ourselves (with the same mind, mind you) that we've let them go. So according to the laws of the phrase, as long as we continue to think about the person, they are not free to come back & love us.
Which is why they show up right when we stop giving a fuck but actually it's our fault they took so long because we spent so long giving a fuck.
You see now why this phrase needs subsections? It's confusing! Basically you're supposed to forget who you want to remember & remember who you want to forget.
So this month if you find yourself suddenly remembering someone, it could be they loved you enough to forget you, so you could reciprocate their love by remembering them.
And if someone you've loved enough to forget shows up-
You don't need me to tell you what to do, y'all love each other, you know what to do...
a monthly message, alchemized from the tarot cards, seasoned with intuition and life experience, served with love (sometimes with a side of spicy cussin)