Copied from "the Coven"....
Updates on my right arm and my life in general.
Thought I might as well share it with all of my friends.
If you all are not my friends...
then besides my children...
I have none.
From The Coven....
Updates.....
Quote:
Originally Posted by Gentoo
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I just did a tarot card reading for you. I used a three card spread: Overview, Action, Outcome and a fourth card for clarification. For those slots I drew: Knight of Swords, King of Swords, the Five of Wands and Ten of Wands respectively. This says to me that you were somewhat over confident in something new, a new challenge, or perhaps you just got caught up in some mischief. Either way, you put a lot of thought into this idea. The King of Swords tells me that you actually tried to do this thing, perhaps with little forethought. All of this ended in a conflict of sorts, probably verbal. At the end of it all, you ended up carrying more than you could handle, be it literally or figuratively.
The cards tell me that you had more of a verbal conflict than something physical, but knowing the result of what happened, it leads me to think that there's a psychosomatic reaction. Perhaps your mind is using this to prevent you from doing something or as an excuse to not do this.
I don't know if this really helps, my answers are still pretty vague, but I'm getting better.
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(and here is my response...
as I posted it just tonight,
months after Meg's reading.)
Well Meg, as it turns out, your reading was dead on correct.
There are numerous mixed issues here
(which made it all hard for me to discern before)
but there is a common thread.
I finally found the pattern.
As abrasive as my "husband" is...
I refuse to engage in the emotional rollercoaster with him anymore.
I finally found that the pattern of my physical pain was,
(after I had innitially hurt myself trying desperately to lose weight),
completely and totally stress related.
I would spend two weeks,
icing my neck and shoulders..... resting in proper positions...
etc etc.... would start to get better....
the pain would go away....
and then ONE fight with my husband
would set me right back where I started from.
Our fights were of such a deep personal level,
and I was so pained by him
that I would actually scream myself into a weeping heap,
from which I could not even speak...
but only stutter between gasps for air.
Now.
I just don't care what he says/thinks about me anymore.
Which serves me well.
Financial difficulty threatens to dismantle my whole family right now.
If we lose our house. That will be the end.
There is, as of today, $10 holding our savings account open.
(no... I did not forget any zeros)
We have nothing. No back up funds. Nada.
How on earth we will then raise 3 children and a teen,
seperated, with no home....
I have absolutely no idea.
But I will just see it that the UniVerse said to me,
enough is enough.
YOu are freed of this stressful non-relationship.
And I will take comfort in that.
I am finally feeling well,
am almost completely ready to go out and get music gigs.
Arms ok, shoulders quite good, neck not quite right....
but no pain that hinders me from playing keyboards.
Yet the face of failure taunts me
from behind the mask of lack and possible misfortune.
Now it is the ugly heart of poverty
that treatens to steal my dream.....
and I am fighting to stay in the flow...
let myself relax in the current...ride the Majik....
and drop... let go.... the inner panic and turmoil.
(which will once again only serve to make me physically ill)
I am now standing on the edge of a cliff.
I will either jump. fall. or fly.
In any event .... it will be whatever it is...
and I plan to do it from/in a state of peace.
~Violet~