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🦂 Thirsty for Truth Thursday, Vol. 6
Scorpio Season, Sponsored by Trust Issues (and Probably Your Shadow) Beloved wanderer of the in-between, welcome back to our weekly sip of honesty, hydration, and mild existential crisis. Today’s brew is steeped in Scorpio — that deliciously dramatic sign who… Continue reading
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🦂 A Council of Gods Within XII: The Scorpion’s Chamber
🌒 Invocation I enter under the velvet hush of the New Moon in Scorpio—breath low, spine steady, heart willing. I lay down what I’ve outgrown: the husks that once kept me safe, the stories that kept me small, the mirrors… Continue reading
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🕯️ Oracle & Lantern, Vol. 18
Descent and Renewal: A Scorpio New Moon Rite There’s a hush that arrives just before Scorpio’s darkness opens.Not a silence of absence — but of presence.A deep, low hum from the underworld of the self, where the bones of what… Continue reading
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🌕 Mythic Mondays · Vol. XI
Penelope and the Loom 🧵 The Thread Between Waiting and Becoming Every night she unravels what the daylight demanded.Every dawn, she begins again — a woman both faithful and defiant, holding the loom as if it were a prayer she… Continue reading
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Sacred Snark Sunday · Vol. 17
The Sacred Art of Doing Nothing Chaos has had enough airtime—let’s hear it for stillness and snacks. 🕯️ Prelude to the Pause We live in a world that praises productivity as if the gods themselves award gold stars for burnout.… Continue reading
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🌿 The Sacred Art of Slowing Down
A Saturday Reflection on Rest for the Nervous System There are days when the body doesn’t ask for more healing — it asks for less doing.When the nervous system hums like an overworked instrument, the music of the soul can’t… Continue reading
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Historical Mirrors, Vol. XVI: Dorothy Parker — The Sacred Trickster
“Tell the truth, but tell it slant — preferably with gin.” 🜂 The Laugh That Burned at Both Ends Perhaps Dorothy Parker never wanted to be anyone’s muse. Maybe she preferred to be the match — and sometimes, the smoke… Continue reading
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🐾 Thirsty for Truth, Vol. V
Trying to Meditate with a Cat Let’s be honest: I didn’t choose the monk life. The monk life (with fur and murder mittens) chose me. This morning I sat down, spine long, candles lit, breath like ocean waves… and within… Continue reading
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🌕 Oracle & Lantern Vol. 17 — The Mid-Month Mirror
When reflection becomes revelation. The midpoint of the month hums with quiet electricity — a threshold between what has unfolded and what still calls your name. This is the lantern moment: not the start, not the finish, but the flicker… Continue reading
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🌒 The Rebel Who Sang the Dead Awake
They say Orpheus descended for love, but perhaps it was for truth.He carried no sword, no shield — only the trembling instrument of his soul. While others begged the gods for favor, he dared to charm them into stillness. Even… Continue reading
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