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Fortune Teller Frequencies
The girl asked for a sign - an order, actually. She wanted someone to tell her what to do, not just anyone. The Big One. The Holy One. The Divine One is wearing a robe tied with a sash at the waist. Their hair is braided in a long knot down their back. Their cheeks are dusted with gold. Their eyelashes flutter like a butterfly’s, and when they open their mouth to speak, the birds align in the sky in a perfect formation. Harmony followed in Their footsteps. The girl prays to this Presence, bliss bound by skin and bones, though they cannot die. Immortal One, the girl yells toward the clouds, Give Me An Order!
She screams upward because it feels good to stretch her throat. No one taught her how to pray. Children are losing their focus, the elders said from the tea room. No one teaches them how to hold their hands or bow their heads. There are many ways to pose for The Holy One. Hands pressed together at the heart. Hands clasped at the lap. Palms facing upward. Fingertips pressed to the earth. The girl held her arms over her head and exposed her wrists to the sunlight. She saw this pose performed by a woman in a movie. She wore a red dress with a white ruffled coat, and her eyes glowed like lapis flowers at night.
Nocturnal Goddess, breath of fire.
The girl mimicked those she admired.
She took off her shoes, stood barefoot on the sand, and commanded the Holy One to listen: Give Me An Order. She took ten deep breaths and then set her palms back in her pockets. Sometimes, it takes a while for the message to sink in. So the girl walked across the bridge and over the hills back to her home. There was no sense wasting time as she waited. She made dinner: a vegetable soup with too much black pepper, naan bread, mung beans, and a bit of dark chocolate with walnuts for dessert. She put on her slippers and read in bed as the sunset—a white canopy with Ganesha presiding over the headboard. The girl had picked orange flowers and strewn their petals around the elephant-headed deity.
The crickets woke her up—bleep-bleep-bleep, like the cars in the city. One was crouched on the porch, baiting the black spiders. The girl could not fall back asleep, so she turned on the lowest light and boiled water for her chicory and coconut milk morning beverage. Was it better to give up the things that you love to pursue a more wholesome lifestyle? The girl gave up caffeine per the request of her doctor. You’re too hot; you don’t need the added aggravation. She also fasted for one day a week and brushed her tongue. More recommendations she practiced to embody purity. The girl only wore white, yellow, and lavender. She was eternal springtime and blossomed all year round.
As she made her bed, taking care to fluff the comforter and stack the pillows, the girl saw that Ganesha was turned to face West, his gaze toward the wall. She had not set him so and wondered what could have been at work in the shadow hours. The Order! She’d asked for an Order, and the Divine Deity had answered by spinning the gold elephant around. Pay attention, her elders had said; slow down and take in what changes moment-to-moment.
Everything changes at a pace ordained by a force greater than the Source. A Sourceless Source was the force. Not even the Holy One, who sent the balls of light into the cosmos, could control the Trickster of Time. The stars exploded, scattering their dust onto the chin of the world; thus, humanity was born. The Divine One had nothing to do with this event; They could only watch from their place somewhere on the beam where the Holy Ones sat with dogs and cats on their laps to pet fervently.
West - and what does it mean to be angled in this direction?
From Genesis: West translates as ‘Yam’ the sea. It is fluid, sensitive, easygoing, and intuitive. From Indian Philosophy: Yam is the bija mantra of the heart - the syllable sung to open the heart to the potential within. It is the sound to express our inner light. In Divination, the direction of West offers an ending, a release, and a letting go of all that does not serve. West could be an invitation to release the negative energies, emotional baggage, and burdens.
In Native American symbolism, the West is represented by the Bear Totem. Bear is attended to the seasonal cycles, radiant by its resilience to withstand pressure and time. Bear appreciates solitude and offers quiet wisdom. Bear is powerful, strong, purposeful, and kills only when necessary. Bear lumbers onward despite the obstacles and tends to its cubs with affection and sweetness. Bear teaches us to follow our instincts.
A final word for the West: it is a little death that teaches us where we must dig in to hold on to what we want to bring with us into the next cycle. It also shows us how to let go of nonsense we do not need and may be clinging to with our egos. The setting sun expands the boundaries of what we consider possible, for it is in the Shadow that we leave our consious mind and drop into the subconscious body. This is where our intuition, not the mind, leads us. There is a slowness and simplicity to the winding down of the day. It arrives with a burst of color before the cool night settles in. West is wandering. West is whimsical. West is grieving. West is for the Wise Ones who continually seek what could be rather than what is.
What to take away from the West Reading?
The girl left Ganesha facing the wooden wall. She put on her gold shoes and marched onward up the mountain. Sometimes, the answers we seek give us more riddles to unravel. Set limits, and let someone talk you out of your self-sabotaging behaviors. The girl walked until she was sweating and dawn had broken over the green hillsides. She walked East toward the New Day as she chewed on the omen she’d been offered. With each step, she left more of her musing behind. Those who seek must be confident in the story as it appears, and the girl was ready to face whatever challenge ruffled her pretty skirt!
She walked to the ruins where she knew the black puppies slept and presented them with a dog treat. Sometimes, the order came from within rather than above.
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