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Sacred Snark Sunday, Vol. VI

Welcome back to another slightly irreverent, spiritually sincere installment of Sacred Snark Sunday, where we take our soul work seriously—but not ourselves.

This week’s flavor?
Delays. Detours. Divine dead-ends.

You know the ones:
You place your sacred order to the Universe like a well-intentioned Amazon Prime witch, expect delivery by moonrise, and instead…
🌀 Radio silence.
📬 An untraceable tracking number.
📭 A spiritual customer service line that plays harp music for eternity.

Welcome to the Divine Delay Department, where your manifestations are lovingly misplaced, your prayers are under review, and your cosmic next step is still awaiting divine signature.

Let’s unpack this, shall we?

🌪️ When the Portal Says “Please Hold”

You’ve journaled.
You’ve pulled cards.
You’ve bathed in herbs, burned things responsibly, whispered to moonlight.
You’ve even shadow-worked so hard your inner child is now unionized.

And still—
Nothing.

No clarity.
No opportunity.
No neon sign from the Universe.

Just… this uncomfortable, cosmic stillness.
A hallway with no doors. A pause with no soundtrack.
(Except the occasional self-doubt whispering, “Are you sure you’re not just avoiding real life by making sigils in your sock drawer?”)

This is the moment where we usually spiral, bargain, or over-effort.
But I’d like to offer a sacred snark reframing:

🔔 What If the Delay Is the Devotion?

The soul is not Amazon Prime.
It’s a tea kettle.
And sometimes the water isn’t ready to whistle.

What if the delay isn’t punishment, but protection?
What if your next chapter isn’t stalled, but steeping?

Maybe you’re not waiting for a door to open—
Maybe you’re becoming the one who builds the damn doorway.

Yes, even if that means sifting through paperwork from past lives where you filed your joy under “Someday” and forgot the password.

🎯 Cosmic Filing Cabinet Clearance

Supplies:

• A literal or symbolic envelope
• A slip of paper
• A timer (for 9 minutes)
• A sense of humor and at least one breath of surrender

Steps:

1. On the slip of paper, write:
   “This is the blessing I keep chasing that may already be en route.”
   Be honest. Be specific. Be snarky if needed.
2. Fold it up.
   Place it in the envelope labeled: “Under Divine Review.”
3. Set a 9-minute timer. For the next 9 minutes, do nothing. Not a meditation. Not a manifestation dance. Nothing productive.
   Sip tea. Pet your dog. Stare out the window.
   Let yourself be the field, not the farmer.
4. After 9 minutes, bless the envelope, place it somewhere safe or burn it (safely).
   Whisper:
   “I am not late. My life is not lost. The delay is part of the devotion.”

🕯️If this post found you, it’s possible your guides have ghosted you temporarily to teach you how to hold space for your own voice.

That gig you didn’t get?
That insight that hasn’t landed?
That relationship, healing, or invitation still circling?

You are not forgotten.
You’re fermenting.

And sacred ferment is not for the impatient.

🎬 I leave you with this closing snarkifesto:

You are not behind.
You are not broken.
You’re just in queue at the Department of Divine Absurdity,
and Spirit is alphabetizing blessings in a system no one understands.

Breathe. Laugh. Light a candle.
Then let the damn kettle boil.

Signing off from the breakroom behind the Akashic Records,

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