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syronsongs:
It's quite easy when you get familiar with the cards and placements. The cards also talk to one another.
legendary_cxc:
Looks excitingly interesting
You, do you remember me
Like I remember you?
Do you spend your life
Going back in your mind to that time?
Like I remember you?
Do you spend your life
Going back in your mind to that time?
'Cause I, I walk the streets alone
I hate being on my own
And everyone can see that I really fell
And I'm going through hell
Thinking about you with somebody else
I hate being on my own
And everyone can see that I really fell
And I'm going through hell
Thinking about you with somebody else
Don't play with someone's heart if you have no intentions for a serious relationship.
tokki:
THIS
Isn't it ironic that the only person who can make you really happy , is the same person who makes you sad and lonely.
My card corresponding with my planet and my sign
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syronsongs:
Das Vargo Goth deck
cosmicawareness:
Ooooo, I've never seen that one. I've been using two: The Smith-Waite Centennial Edition (with Waites original colors, which aren't so obnoxious) and the Tarot of Atlantis.
Dark Mother who comes at night on the wings of shadow, Ama Lilith, hear my calling and come to me!Shelter me beneath the hem of your garment from the burning heat of the sun.
Protect me from the scorching winds of the desert.
Conceal me with your shadow from light that blinds me.
Come forth to me, from the caves of the Red Sea and
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mjoet:
😍 beautiful x
syronsongs:
Thank u 😉
Ladder of lights
Exalted in the heavens
Wrapped in the purest silk
Purest white
Fields of most fairest flowers
The saddest death
Two offering cups split freely in the heavens.
I will rain sweet wine of the Gods upon the Earth.
Wrapped in a square of the finest silk and lain aside, to only be removed after the sun has gone to rest.
No Ray
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On a time passed by, I received a gift from the hand of a stranger, from a wander between the worlds of the Living and the Dead.
Her gift was a bone, a sign of the return of the Oldest of the Dead.
This token of death I took and held aloft, and in my heart. I claimed as a Sceptre, a veritable Wand of
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Time passes by and I dream the dream of the Serpent.
I knew the spirits, bidding to transform my Sceptre, to shape it anew for the task that lye ahead. 🌑