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It started, as most of my questionable ideas do, with caffeine and misplaced confidence.

Somewhere between my second cup of rose-infused coffee and a playlist titled Songs for Main-Character Energy, I decided the Universe was probably accepting new applicants for Divine Favor. I mean, it’s been a while since I updated my résumé — and surely manifestation portals value initiative, right?

So I set out to film my Cosmic Audition Tape.

Scene 1: Lighting, Hair, Existential Crisis

The first take was going so well until I realized my “ethereal lighting” was just the refrigerator door slightly ajar. I had been dramatically whispering affirmations to a carton of oat milk for five minutes. Aquarius Moon, darling?

I tried again under the glow of an overachieving ring light.
“Hello, Divine Casting Panel,” I began. “I am the Devoted Mystic, Sun in Virgo, Moon in Aquarius, Ascendant in Virgo—”
And then my cat yawned audibly in the background, effectively saying, no one cares, babe.

I considered keeping it — method acting, perhaps.

Scene 2: The Dance of Elemental Enthusiasm

Naturally, the audition needed choreography. Leo fifth-house flair demands movement. So I gathered candles for Fire, a teacup for Water, a houseplant for Earth, and my phone’s Airplane Mode for, well, Air.

Things escalated quickly.

Somewhere between twirling sage smoke and belting out improvised invocations in D-minor, the Fire candle decided it, too, wanted a starring role. The smoke alarm agreed. For one glorious moment, I imagined the Universe leaning forward in its cosmic director’s chair whispering, “finally, some drama.”

Scene 3: The Monologue

After extinguishing my ambition (and a small patch of tablecloth), I composed myself. The camera rolled.
“I am here,” I said, “to embody creative chaos with responsible follow-through!”
My Leo house purred. My Aquarius Moon raised one eyebrow.
Because truly — who else would hold a mystical TED Talk on divine purpose while wearing mismatched socks and a crown made of aluminum foil “for frequency reception”?

Scene 4: The Callback

When I finally uploaded the footage to a private folder named “For the Universe Only,” I felt absurdly proud. Then my computer crashed. Twice. I took that as cosmic feedback: try improv next time.

But later that night, as I was cleaning glitter out of my tea strainer, I felt it — that warm little pulse in the chest, the Leo spark that says, you showed up, ridiculous and radiant, and that counts as devotion.

Because maybe the Universe doesn’t want polished performances.
Maybe it just wants us to stop auditioning for a role we already have.

🎬 Curtain Call

Beloved show-stealer, if you’ve ever tried to impress the cosmos with interpretive candle dancing, questionable choreography, or impromptu kitchen rituals — consider this your callback notice.

Keep being gloriously extra. Keep laughing at your own plot twists. The Universe isn’t judging your performance; it’s cheering for your creative chaos from the front row.

Now take a bow, darling — you’ve already nailed the part.

With theatrical devotion and cosmic mischief,
The Inspired Imaginative | The Devoted Mystic

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