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tarot-dreams:

The High Priestess.

She was made of light. The world was in love with her. She was adored by all, but you could still remember a time when she was just yours. Her smile that would fill a room with laughter. Her eyes that would always make you wonder. A dimly lit dance floor, and the unforgettable smell of her skin. You named her regret. Every memory. Every whisper. Every possibility. Every winding road. They all lead back to her.

tarot-dreams:

The Devil.

Lust within the light of gratification. Compassion that brings you to tears. The destruction of your enemy. Let no desire be sheltered. Offer them all up to the light. Speak only words that are true. May they serve as witness. The fire that burns within your eyes. May it never be extinguished. Call him by name, Enochian, and so it is done.

tarot-dreams:

The Moon.

She is mirrored perfection. She leaves a lasting impression. She is the catalyst. In an ever changing world, she is above it. She can not be bargained with. She does as she will. Praise be hers.

The rise and fall of the tide. One more moonlit ride. The secrets you could no longer confide. Let out that which you hide. Let them see you from the inside.

tarot-dreams:

The Emperor.

In his final hour he wrote a letter, addressed and mailed it off to his brothers.

There are spies all around. Watchful eyes that see everything. We are outnumbered. Those who remain are dwindling quickly. They’ve tricked us into believing it’s just a game. That way we’d accept the idea of winners and losers. Learn our place as the ones who have lost. They are waiting for me to accept defeat. To admit I’ve lost. With each attempt they get closer. Topple me from my throne. They have the strength. They have the desire. They have the numbers. But what they don’t have, I won’t tell. I won’t speak those words. I won’t give away our secret. They have not yet won. And as I go to my grave, this is how it will stay.

tarot-dreams:

King of Pentacles.

Storm clouds turned the sky from blue to gray. Then eventually everything went back. The trees stretched and grew. Each branch interlocked like folded fingers. You were blanked by thick spiderwebs. It seemed inescapable. The child king stood by your side. He asked you to explain heaven to him. You couldn’t find the right words though. In the branch above, a yellow eyed cat looked down upon you. You could feel yourself changing. Growing. Becoming. Something greater, something more. You knew your footsteps would be those of giants.

tarot-dreams:

Nine of Pentacles.

You felt euphoric. You saw flowers made of smoke, dancing in a ring red light. The raindrops that covered the glass all seemed to be calling you. Tempting you. Urging you to give away all your material possessions.

tarot-dreams:

The High Priestess.

The revelation of that which is hidden. She dances in a ring of fire. She makes clouded thoughts perfectly clear. She shines a pure white light that pierces darkness. She chases away ignorance. She brings understanding and clarity.

Once again you find yourself engulfed in purple light. You feel a sense of peace with the world around you. There is no change or end in sight. You feel the past, present and future flowing through you. Altogether, all at once. It flashes before your eyes. Every memory, every moment. Everything that was. Everything that is. Everything that will be.

tarot-dreams:

Seven of Cups.

You passed through a large set of double doors and walked up the inner stairway that lead to another door. It was flanked by large white orchid bouquets. You knew there was a wedding ceremony on the other side, but not like one you’d ever attended before. Everyone was dressed in white and wore masks made of white paper. The masks looked like animals of prey. Foxes and wolves. Owls and hawks. The bride and groom were both dressed in black. Below the church there was a labyrinth of tunnels. They circled the church and held prisoners who were being tortured and killed. Their screams of terror filled the halls of church and resonated within the wedding bells. Blood dripped from the ceiling, turning the congregation from white to red.

tarot-dreams:

Ace of Wands.

Do not live in fear. Chase sorrows far away. Be cleansed by the light of a multitude of stars. A gala of hope. Project love and it will come back to you. Set fire to your doubts. Live in light. Wisdom supreme. Love primal. All light is eternal. Know this and eternal you shall remain.

tarot-dreams:

The Hanged Man.

Do not waste your limited days wondering about what might have been.



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