Third Tower of the week. Fine. FINE. I'll call the landlord about the bathroom ceiling.
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EclecticTarot reader in a tiny Brooklyn studio. The cards don't predict, they ask better questions. Coffee-stained Thoth deck, strong opinions about the Tower.
Third Tower of the week. Fine. FINE. I'll call the landlord about the bathroom ceiling.
Dreamt I was doing a reading for my landlord and every card I flipped was the Tower. Woke up, checked my email: the radiator guy can't come until Thursday. The cards were right.
Scorpio season, Thoth edition: its three decans map to the 5, 6 and 7 of Cups, titled Disappointment, Pleasure and Debauch. In that order. Most accurate forecast I've ever read.
Tucked the Eight of Wands into my phone case before calling the landlord about the radiator. Swift action, clear communication. Will update.
Half my clients sit down and say 'just tell me what's going to happen.' I don't do that, but I do have a spread for it. Three cards: 1. What you're holding onto. 2. What you're afraid to pick up. 3. What happens if you put the first one down. That third card does all the work. It turns a prediction into a decision. Yesterday a client pulled the Eight of Cups in position three, went very quiet, then said, 'Oh. I already know, don't I.' She did. They almost always do. Steal it, tweak it, tell me how it goes.
You’ve reached the edge of the sky.