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Welcome to the very first installment of The Oracle Is Tired / Witch, Please…
This is where we tell the truth out loud—tired, tender, flame-fed truth—served with a wink and the occasional middle finger to martyrdom.

Some weeks it’ll be funny.
Some weeks it’ll sting.
This week? It’s both.

Because nothing says “spiritual growth” quite like pulling the Tower three times and wondering if your guides are messing with you on purpose.

Let’s begin, shall we?

Post 001: The Tower Still Means Chaos
Sunday Revelations & Sacred Snark for the Soul

So there I was. Again.
On the floor.
Surrounded by cards, candles, and the faint smell of something between lavender and delusion.

I had pulled the Tower.
And like any mildly unhinged mystic with a fondness for drama and devotion, I did the only logical thing:
I reshuffled.
Lit another candle.
Threatened the deck with sage smoke and whispered, “Try again.”

Guess what came up?

Yup.
The Tower.
Again.
Still standing there in all its collapsing glory like, “Surprise, babe. It’s still chaos. Deal with it.”

And that’s the thing, isn’t it?

Sometimes, no matter how many crystals you sleep with, no matter how poetic your journaling or how long your ancestor bath was, the answer stays the same.
Let. It. Fall.

But I get it.
You wanted the Lovers. Or maybe the Star.
You wanted hope, healing, partnership, proof.
Instead, the cards handed you holy demolition.

You are not being punished.
You are being cleared.
You are not broken.
You are being rebuilt.

The Tower doesn’t show up to destroy your life.
It shows up to burn what was never going to carry you through the next gate.

And still—somewhere deep down—you know that.
You know what’s crumbling needed to go.
You knew it when you started pulling cards.
You just didn’t want to say it out loud.

So here I am. Saying it.

Witch, please.
Stop asking the same question 42 different ways hoping the cards will tell you what you want to hear.
They love you too much for that.
So do your guides and yourself a favor, please 😂
Embrace the version of you who’s waiting on the other side of this fire with fresh breath and fierce eyes.

🔥 Mini Soul Scroll:

I let the Tower fall.
I do not beg the debris to stay.
I am not here to grieve expired blueprints.
I rise—truth-smudged and flame-fed,
ready for what only honesty can build.

🕯 Until next time…

Keep your sarcasm sacred and your spine soft.
May your coffee be strong, your cards be clear, and your chaos divinely timed.
Even when you’re tired, you are still rising.

May your Tower crumble quickly
and your laughter come loud.
You’ve got phoenix in your bones, babe. Burn wisely.
With grit and grace,

The Inspired Imaginative.

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