Today’s deck is the Tarot of Oppositions.
Shockingly, This one is definitely going into regular rotation. It’s main gimmick is that the reversed versions have alternate art… kinda like the Sonic one I used a while ago, now that I think about it.
Today’s reading is basically reflecting how the swing from “we’re so back” to “it’s so over” is swift and merciless.
Remember the posters I put up yesterday? I woke up with them having fallen, and not only fallen but fallen like they jumped out because the hooks were still there as you can see.
So turns out the problem was that the top side of the stickers un-stickered and the thing basically bent down, dropped the things, and bent back up.
I was about to go “now I have a poltergeist in the house, great” before cooler heads prevailed.
The situation did make me go “I need some fucking air” so I stepped outside of the house and took a walk.
without much prompting I decided to drop by my office/old apartment and pick up some stuff. The whole place is left in the same frozen in time mess as when I moved out but it had a couple of box with some merch. And I swear to God the moment I stepped into the room my skin started itching and prickling for some reason.
Now, for this one I do know the reason: Bad memories, it’s entirely a psychosomatic things from not just the stresses and traumas of living there during very rough times but also moving out in the middle of the pandemic.
But also… I’ve talked about how lowkey cursed the building is, and the incident in the temple a few days ago left me… shaken in an interesting way.
You see, I’ve always had a fondness for the supernatural. My favorite thing growing up was whenever school would tell us about folklore and apparitions and whatnot, my favorite stories have been things like my Godmother telling me about The Chariot From Hell and how her neighbor went crazy because she wanted to see it instead of staying inside and praying while it passed.
I love the thing horror is made of but not horror if that makes any sense. I always joke about the fact that people know me for something that’s technically sci-fi while my passion is actually in supernatural stories.
“Magic Realism” for those that don’t come from a Catholic-yet-pagan-nonetheless country like my own motherland.
Anyway, the incident at the temple made me face a really interesting question: “How open am I actually to the supernatural?”, and the answer is “A shocking amount”.
I guess I’m just wary of falling into the predictable trappings of that sort of mindset. Why only a few months ago my grandma fell and needed some operation to recover and she was like “no it’s fine, I’ll pray and be healed”… but then I guess the counterpoint to THAT is me at the time going “DOES SHE NOT SEE SHE ALREADY GOT SENT A DAUGHTER THAT CAN PAY FOR THE PROCEDURE WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE WAITING FOR?”.
There’s too much of a worldview I’ve never had to put into words going on, but the important part is the one about realizing that I’m more open to the idea of the supernatural than I expected.
By the way, the stuff I looked for at my office were a tad heavy and making the walk back home with all of it proved to be one of those Not Good Ideas I’m known for.
When I got back I started to look for a paper because I gotta pick up my passport tomorrow and turns out that for the first hour or so I was looking wrong.
Not in the wrong place, but just Wrong.
You see, I thought I was looking for a small receipt-like paper, but I forgot that they had stapled it into a bigger paper that I had put in a safe place expecting this moment to happen.
Looking for a small paper when I needed to look for a big paper that I handled like four times before realizing. Just another day in the life of an ADHD-haver.
It was like 9AM by now and I decided it was as good a time as any to send some… *sigh*… some faxes. So I go out to Yodobashi Camera for a stroll, I drop by to get groceries, I stop by the home center and I ALMOST forgot the fax but I remembered in time to go to a Family Mart.
Except that it was telling me to only send one page and I was confused and my brain a bit fried so I decided to go back.
I take a small breather and go back out, I head to a Seven Eleven only to remember they moved it to a building one block away. I scan all the pages only to realize I’ve been re-scanning the first page over and over and over again and decide that the vibes are off for a fax so I buy some trash bags and head back.
Then on the way back I see a pigeon that got run over by a car in a shockingly gore-less way (might’ve been something like a bicycle now that I think about it) while a second pigeon was just… standing there (while very much alive) nearby.
You know what? The vibes of the whole day are off. First the posters, then the skin prickling, then the fax nonsense and now this. Let’s just call it done for now.