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A Shift in Focus
“The Eight of Swords has appeared today to urge you to take some time to stop thinking or at least slow your thought process. The swords surrounding the woman represent the thoughts that are keeping her trapped and blinded to the truth of her circumstances. If you feel like your mind is racing and you… Read more
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Foxes and weasels and bears, oh shit!
Sometimes it’s enough, heavens, more than enough being somewhere that you simply get to listen. Who’d have thunk the gal who rolled her eyes at cranky-ass old people (seriously, rich people still make me ill) a couple of decades ago would so appreciate the elders and their stories now — and those of all the… Read more
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Frozen (no, not like the movie)
Getting up, plopping down in my home office, working, exercising, feeding the chickens, cleaning, showering, dealing with everyone’s personal shit, making dinner, watching a movie because there’s nothing else to do during this godforsaken winter. . . . Is it time for bed yet? Thus is my life. Since we’ve stopped drinking alcohol during the… Read more
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How the hell do people who have shit for brains get ahead?
Ya gotta love people who demand minutia for the sake of spouting minutia to make themselves come across profoundly more knowledgeable than they are. Oh, wait. You don’t? Good. Because I’ve had about all I can take from the small-minded and weak-charactered lesser-demon we’re having to deal with. Although he’s gone through several names, I… Read more
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Fetch
The mythological hellhound is an obsidian-maned, glowing-eyed, sometimes-three-headed, fiery guardian of hell. It – or they – can only be seen by those entering Hades and/or those who have sold their soul at the crossroads, right before their time is up and they’re ripped to bloody shreds (metaphorically, I’m sure). Supposedly, their counterparts are… Read more
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Paw-Paw: The Once Friendly, Then Not-So-Friendly Ghost
Not long before Dante was born, a woman told me the story of how her father hadn’t lived long enough to meet his grandson — she was pregnant when he died — and she was heartbroken. But then, she said, as the son grew, he would point to the ceiling, down the hall or into… Read more