๐ฎโฌ๏ธ tarot:
what is this? where did it come from? who are you? that's mine - like you took it. don't touch my stuff. don't touch him. don't do that. that's my whatever. so possessiveness is really the highest calling of the day today - righteousness of ownership. i am possessive - sometimes to a fault. i try to avoid being possessive of others or too fixated on literal stuff. but i like my stuff. it's my stuff. i bought it with real money. i do not believe in living an acetic life simply to show humility. i like lovely things, i love my home, i take comfort in working on my space and tending my life personally. i deliberately choose the antique crystal bowl at the estate sale for $8 instead of the bric-ร -brac from target for $22. i appreciate my space. but grasping - especially things which belong to others, including their actual lives.... is an illness. it has never made much sense to me to want to be someone else; i chose to make myself what i want. why would i want your life? it's yours. i do not become those i assist - i am mary poppins, until the wind changes. they rarely even know i am there. the catty behavior today is off the charts - queen energy clashing. but in the end the reality will make most of the drama vanish. who are you? directness solves most things. you might never see someone again. be ready for consequences if you are messing with someone. desperation to avoid consequences is high. but most spook so easily when you are direct - remember most are simply scared. blowing up my life gets you nowhere - except the reality of what you have done roosting in your nest of consequences. the lack of awareness of where delusion starts and stops is thinning.... real identity theft, real meddling in real lives, acting out your bullshit in someone else's house. the days are growing shorter. get ready. autumn is just around the corner and you will be inside with the neighbours you're hunting in your summer fever. and i see you. and i will see you at the pta meetings. cheers.
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