8 of CUPS. Interference. (inverted)
Trying one more time, indecision, aimless drifting, walking away.
Ever since I posted my previous poo … prost … err, post, I have been receiving loads of messages of support. Well, you may call it that. Several have said that if I am indeed Gaia, I should be more powerful than Beatrice anyway, and should let the henna fade, and duke it out once and for all.
I can see clearly now … err, stars … um, several problems with that. If I am Gaia (which I’m not, except in name), I have forgotten my power and need to relearn it in each lifetime. There is no sense doing battle before I have all my weapons, which I may never have. Right now, Beatrice is more powerful, and I must live with that.
Even today’s card is indecisive. I should walk away now.
Given yesterday’s revelations, Evie wants to add a few more scribbles, dribbles, baubles, … um, symbols to my henna arsenal. I’m starting to wonder where. We are running out of places. There might be room on my butt cheeks. I fear that she will want to put them somewhere visible. Yes, something must be visible, but so far that has been discreet. A small diamond at my hairline, or a tiny star in my cleavage. This one may be ridiculous, err, radical. She’s cunning, cumming … eek, coming tomorrow.
I fell asleep briefly after I arrived home from my gig tonight. I had a full-bore, kinky, wild, sweaty, sex dream. Beatrice has asserted herself, and Tommy was nowhere to protect me. (He may have been asleep.) I awoke drenched in sweat and horny as hell. My breasts seem extra-sensitive tonight, and if somebody touched them, they wouldn’t know what hit them. Beatrice, you b-, bit-, … BITCH!
Fuck. She made me spontaneously orgasm, just to demonstrate her strength. Now I’m even more horny.
Back to my emails for distraction … a few of them blamed me for creating such a horrible world. If I did, I apologize. I’ll let you try the next one. Let’s see how that goes. Others? Well, they just want to be near me perhaps to “help unlock my power”. Frankly, if I’m an ancient spirit, I should know how to do it better than you. Don’t you think? There must be a reason why Thaddeus and Tommy won’t help in that regard. Might they fear what I can do when unleashed? I created all the things on Earth, didn’t I?
Part of me believes that is all poop … poppycock.
That was weird. It just started raining heavily. I mean really heavily, with wind, thunder, lightning, and hail. I thought there might be tornadoes nearby.
… Without warning, I blinked onto the roof. I could hear a tornado, but I couldn’t see it.
Only for a few minutes, but long enough to hover high enough to see a large tornado destroying a path about a quarter of a mile wide just east of my house, fortunately heading away. Only then did the sirens begin wailing. I was drenched and pelted by hail. I watched the carnage from above the treetops at a safe distance, only returning to my roof after the tornado had receded back into the clouds.
My spirit didn’t want to return to my body yet. The flashing lights of the first-responders lit up the sky as the rain let up. Did I see other spirits floating above the debris? Two, possibly: maybe a child and an elderly woman. Was that what I was meant to see?
After about 30 minutes more, I was back in front of my computer. My spirit still felt soaking wet, while my body was dry. It was an odd feeling, like I was swimming inside myself. My first flight should have been exhilarating. Instead, it was horrific.
I knew what the spirits signified: two casualties.
I think it is time to put my laptop away and go to bed. I hope you sleep. I won’t.