Seeing as I've scared the shit out of myself today, I've decided to use whatever has caused this, whatever magic I've in my possession at this time, to create a weekend forecast.  I dunno, some portal has suddenly opened up or something, and, Libra I am, I'm gonna decorate it and turn it into a Tarot party... because I feel like it.  So there.

Before we go on, allow me to explain how I scared the shit out of myself earlier.  I was on the phone with a friend who, since we last spoke, namely several days, has been through a trauma or three. 

Yet, in spite of her experiences, I couldn't help but *feel* that she was going to be fine.  That whatever crap-- and I mean steaming, moist, stinky CRAP-- she was facing was actually going to benefit her and her family.  One experience involves a serious wake-up call.  The other is a call to stand up for herself... but without letting stupid people get under her skin.

That's not easy, is it.

No.  It's not.  Not in these circumstances, and most certainly not while we've got stupid people running the show.  But I promised my friend that this... trial would pass and that she is really lucky considering how she could have fared.  She really could have fared a LOT worse-- that's what my gut was screaming. 

Yeah, it screams, and I can't shut it up.  My instincts are on crack. 

I suggested that she run a hot bath, watch something she likes on TV from the comfort of her pillow tonight, whatever it took to relax her woes away, and just let today go.  She needs to sleep after all, my friend...

She wound up running the bath and getting into her PJs earlier than usual tonight.  But she still doubted what I told her.  This isn't new, though.  Doesn't everyone doubt the presence of a light at the end of a tunnel... while drowning in horseshit?

But you know, thinking about how similarly we wade in pools, rivers and oceans of life's shit really makes me warm and fuzzy inside.  Because I feel like this is the only thing that brings humanity together, the wading in shit. 

Anyway, I offered to read her cards.  And she likes when I read her cards, so...

The card I only envisioned... as a joke... came up first. 

Ha ha, wouldn't it be funny if the Flame showed up?  I thought.  Ha ha...  Wait, there it... is?

There it was. The Flame, otherwise known as the entire Suit of Wands, on my desk.  It showed up, which was kinda scary, but-- BUT-- still a confirmation of what I was trying to tell her.  Then I got a second card which, again, confirmed that there is a settlement or agreement coming to benefit everyone involved in this situation. 

Turns out she felt better by the end of our conversation, and she sounded like she was ready to pass out on her bed.  She sounded relieved. 

I'd done my job.

This was fantastic.  THIS was the reason for flipping cards onto my desk.  THIS feeling I'm re-feeling right now.  THAT moment when she said "I feel a lot better" is... is not better than dark chocolate fondue but still amazing. 

This, and more I'll be writing about very soon, is what keeps these Tarot readings going for readers and for individuals outside of this blog. 

And I love this.  I'm high-fiving myself as we speak, and I don't even fucking high-five.  This is a great feeling to have, and I'm lucky to experience it.

So here goes your forecast for the weekend of February 25th-27th:




Lucky us, we've got the Sick Person (5 of Coins/Cups).

Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, Deb.

Chill.  The Sick Person isn't that bad.  It's not the most positive or attractive card ever, but it's not terrible.  At best, it indicates a need for rest, relaxation, recovery and the following of advice, instructions, recommendations.  I know everyone wants to do their own thing, make their own mark, right now, but that mark could wind up involving a typical stream of pee-pee on a tree.  Efforts could be made in vain here.  Straining will prove pointless.  Your output could be a real dud. 

There are thousands of pee-pee marks all over countless trees, folks.  Just ask the dogs in my life.

Listen.  Adhere to guidance.  Not everyone offering advice is your wacky mother or deadbeat dad after all.  In fact, advice, counseling, teachings, seminars, workshops, tutoring, etc swirling in beginning now, and into this weekend, are all going to be sound and in our best interests, so we may not want to miss any key components.  You'll only have yourself to blame later for that. 

And try not to fart or poop on someone invaluable for the sake of maintaining your monstrous ego on its pedestal, 'mkay-- you'll regret that later or, at the very least, feel like a dimwit.

At worst, the Sick Person warns of hospital visits and stays.  Not because we're dying but because we may be dealing with sourceless aches and pains, injuries, viruses, food poisoning, surgical procedures-- the usual super-fun hospital happenings.  Take good care of yourselves.  Get ample rest, eat your fruits and veggies, eat in general, drink plenty of fluids.  You don't even have to eat my favorite fruits and veggies-- you can eat your own favorites, I promise.

Plan for all sorts of medical check-ups and follow-ups, too.

We'll turn out fine.  But how soon we'll turn out fine will depend heavily on how receptive and patient we are.... 
Let's indulge in some much needed therapy, whatever that means for each of us.  And be a friend, or let someone else be yours.  We really could use each other... in a good way. 

Enjoy a restful, peaceful, happy, safe weekend.  Love, love, love all the way.