Tarot Tuesday

Tarot Tuesday

3 word astrology, enjoy.  Reply on how these words fit your day.

Aries - March 21st to Apr 20th

5 of Pentacles - Delay, Money, Cold

Taurus - April 21 to May 21st

Knight of Pentacles - message, share, visitor

Gemini - May 22nd to June 22nd

6 of swords - water, travel, calmer

Cancer June 23rd to July 22

Page of Wands - Young, Land, Travel

Leo - July 23rd to Aug 24th

Page of Swords - Spy, Deception, Back

Virgo - Aug 24th to Sept 23

Ace of Cups & Pentacle (I pulled both)

Security, money, wish

Libra - Sept 24th to Oct 23rd

Queen of Pentacles - professional, domineering, business

Scorpio - Oct 24th - Nov 22nd

2 of Wands - Journey, movement, water

Sagittarius - Nov 23rd to Dec 21st

6 of Pentacles - money, salary, help

Capricorn - Dec 22nd to Jan 20th

Page of Cups - Woman, Good news, emotional

Aquarius - Jan 21st to Feb 19th

The chariot - victory, balance, residence

Pisces Feb 20th to Mar 21st

3 of swords -  broken heart, deception

Hope you had a great day, give a few shout outs and tell me how your day was on Tuesday using these words for your sign.

Poetry book is out

 

I am finally had printed my own poetry book!  Please order one.  A little fun, a little loving and a little suspense.  

Thank you to all that helped Justina,  Jen, Paige, Heather and all my friends with the Magickal Moon Collective as well as Local Gem for sending out the prompts for the poetry challenge.

Thanks all!

Here up above is what it shows on Amazon to order the book!

 

Ghost Story - Dream of Pain to Come

One night after my last baseball game the team and I went to our coaches moms house for a tent sleep over. Her house was amazing!  It was an old white Victorian home with 6 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms.  There was a root cellar that connected to the house through an old Michigan style basement, no cement, only dirt.  Going out from the root cellar to the back yard was a cool boat house that just housed the boat with no floor only side decks.  The age of the house was prevalent from the big old trees that surrounded it.  A beautiful sleek pine and weeping willow by either ends of the watery property with a big oak by the side of the house separating the other property.  The garage looked like an old horse stall.  In the middle of all backyard was a beautiful patch of grass was just big enough for a 12 person tent and a small area With a fire pit.  It was perfect!  

We all came from various schools but we as a group we had our faith.  It was so pounded into us since we could walk.  Don’t listen, you are evil and need to repent, you talk back, you get slapped, then next day confession for you.  Either way, we knew that together we could make things happen on that field.  Baseball and friendship!

As the sun went down we ate pizza that came with the last game, then s’mores!  The campfire set beautifully glistening on the water and shimmering against the pink and purple sky.  As the night got later, no moon lit the night sky.  What a perfect night for ghost stories.  The girls put the flashlight to their faces and told several ghost stories.  Which to tell you the truth didn’t scare me one bit.  I was pretty bored and headed to the tent to get to sleep.  I had to babysit on the morning.

At about 1 am the rest of the girls made it into the tent.  They seem to go out pretty quick.  What a peaceful night as I fell asleep to the subtle whooshing of the willow and the waves crashing on the break wall.  Suddenly, crash-boom, lightening fill the sky.  The waves that we so soothing as earlier they were now banging and splashing almost to the tent. The sky lit up from one side to the other in a web of spidery lines. A small shadow started approaching toward the tent.  To me it looked like the dress of someone during Jesus time, almost like the Virgin Mary.  Her arms were open wide out from her sides.  I could hear a faint whisper, “forgive me, I am sorry”.  I thought I heard faintly.  I sat up and looked around inside the tent to see if any of the other gals heard or seen what I was witnessing.  All I could see was bumps under covers so I figured they were all still sleeping.  So I laid back down and closed my eyes, thinking to my self “this must be a dream”.

 

Suddenly, another loud boom - crash then my name was yelled, Heather!  I pulled the covers over my head more.  I started to shake, then zoop, my blanket was ripped out of my hands.  I was frozen in fear.  The shadow started to get bigger then broaden out to show 12 people not 1.  They just kept moving closer and now in a louder voice they were praying the Our Father prayer.  One of the shadow people moved forward into the middle of the other beings.  He started talking to me directly.

“Heather, I’m sorry but I have a message from God.  You will be made to suffer from this day forward.  God is very sorry, but if you do not suffer you will not be able to do his glorious work he has intended for you.  You need to pray for strength and guidance through this tough time of abuses”.   The chorus of chanting were getting even louder now. 

CRASH, Boom FLASH!, The storm started to gain strength, now the wind started whirling through the pines whistling, the willows swhooshing violently as the tent ends started to lift up.   I stopped a minute and thought, mmm there is 13 of us here, it has to be my teammates.  I stood up, pulled the blankets back from my friends, they were gone.  Yep, this is a prank.  The group of shadows were now backing away from the tent but I could still hear the chant the Our Father prayer.  I unzipped the tent, went around to the boat slip and saw nothing outside.  I could still hear the chanting but no team or anyone else.  I peeked back into the tent and the shadows were still there just getting smaller.  The wind was picking up every leaf in the yard and whirled it by my head.  I turned to walk to the house and I saw a man at the corner of my eye in the willow tree.  I turned fully to look at the figure from the corner of my eye.  He had a noose around his neck.  I yelled, I was so done!  I went to run into the house and with a tornado like wind I was twirled around.  Bam, my face smacked into feet hanging from the tree with blood on them.  The man looked down at me and cried, saying  “ you will be betrayed, as I have been betrayed. You will be harmed physically and emotionally for many years but this is by the will of God.  You are needed for a special task He has planned for you.  God is sorry and I am sorry.”  

I twisted away from the feet, wiped my face with my arm and bolted into the house. 

As I entered the house the rest of the team was watching TV and eating popcorn.  They all started to laugh and I began crying.  I told my coach’s mother what happened.  She did not look stunned or disturbed she just held me.  She told me that they tried to wake me to come into the house but I just sat up and told them that I was waiting for a message.  Then I laid back down.  I was stunned.  What happened to me?  Why did I see those things?  So she tucked me with a sheet on one of the couches and went to get my things.  When she came back I was finally starting to relax.  The other girls were laying in another room going to sleep.  The house was getting quiet.  

The coaches mother got back with my things and told me a story I was so shocked to hear, and even to this day it gives me the creeps.  

    The church across the street owned this property.  It also used to be an ancient Native American burial site.  A bloody war was fought on this land and when the Native Americans lost, they put a curse on anyone who lived here.  When this was part of the church the nuns used this place as their living quarters.    One of the priest had some conflict with the Vatican because he was trying to set things right with the native Americans but the church officials denied his request.  Evil really filled this place at one time.  So the priest, to send a message, kills all the nuns. He then hung himself up in the willow tree.  I was shocked but a little relieved, at least maybe I’m not crazy!  

At the end of the story, I thanked her for letting me know. After that day, I see ghosts and they follow me everywhere, do you know who is standing next to you?

A Talk With Satana

 

I’m so bored and sick of this place

The lake is polluted it’s such a disgrace

I can’t get out even with my wings,

I am so frozen inside, my extremities, my everything.

Get me a breath mint something else to chew,

These three guys are like leather, I just want to spew.

The decor in this room is so out of fashion,

I want to find someone with creative passions.

These souls that lie around and sit here all day

Are so broken up I can’t understand a word that they say.

There are these four levels below my arms that I see

None of those blasted souls are waving to me.

So here are these two guys up on the ledge that I talk to quite a bit

They keep giving me guessing and questioning with their lines of bullshit.

So why can’t I turn back to my beautiful sexy form,

The one that I had when I was once born.

My dad was quite mean, when he threw me out that faithless day,

All I wanted was some power, and not to kneel by the man that he made.

So what if I gave that apple to Eve,

I knew she was hungry and needed to eat.

How would I  know that they would have clearer sight,

How could you have told they were naked was not right.

For goodness sake she look pretty good to me,

I never wanted to get her in trouble or then have them leave.

I liked that place as well as the rest,

I really did try to do my darkest best.

Why is okay for everyone else,

To be forgiven for what they’ve done inspire of themselves.

All the sins that are above they say it’s me tempting them

It’s really a lie, for what I call one big goose egg gem.

So the realms that I keep you wonder you knew,

Limbo, lust, gluttony just to name a few

Greed, anger, heresy and violence is,

With fraud and now at treachery that is the biz.

Why can’t my dad just forgive as well,

You all get that chance not to go to hell.

No matter what he’s done I still love him anyway

At least now I have my own realm with souls to torment everyday!

What do I care if he never gives me another chance,

I will do it again, every moment and every way 

Oh in a sneaky way, I didn’t know if you knew,

I did try to take my rightful place above him and you.

I really believe that I’m better and ready to fight

I can’t wait to devour a God in that battle and then make this world right.

I am glad you came to see me today.

By the way you didn’t notice a slither around 

intrusive thought of deceiving deeds.

The price that you pay when you get close to me.

The sacrifice he shares was his stupid feat,

You all should be her ready for me to eat and repeat.

I bet you were thinking I was a nice guy

Now that you’re sunk in my trap, a web and a fly.

The ice will open little by little  and singe all you skin,

The further you go, more will rip from you again and again.

I get to watch the torture you endure

That is my true happiness, that what I know for sure.

You can pray all you want till your head is sucked in

No matter how you try, the devil always wins!

The look of a shield - within or on the outside

What do you see, from the shield in front, a barrier to protect strong defense for the hunt.
The hard rugged exterior a shell than it could be, hiding the softness that is a scared quiet me.
This shield you see is not made of metal once done, it’s made from ones soul, of what ones needs

What do you see. . . . 
A warrior with strenght, a fighter for all
A soldier in battle, or a knight walking tall.
For if a shield helps protect the one that is behind, this shells still is hiding what really inside.

What really you see. . .
A shield can hide a soldier but in actuality it was a child.
A shield can stop the hurt, but only for a little while.
A shield hides tears and shyness within,
the door to a brick wall not knowing where the other side begins.
A shield can make it easy to hide from the world,
away from word you want to say.

It’s a give and take of what is seen or what is behind.
The truth, in lies the pain
but one only being seen when he shield of victory is gained.
Who really wins while both souls stand in the rain.
Exposing themselves like looking through a leaded glass window pane.

Hi all

 So long time has passed.  I've had life happen.  Lately I've been quilting, sewing little friends as well as card making. What do you think?