Tuesday, November 7, 2024
All your secrets
Spilt like blood on the page
Every memory
False, falling down the drain
Do not come to me for answers. I will not give them to you. Look with the eyes god gave you. Listen with the ears sitting on the sides of your head. I do not birth idiots.
My children are children of Gloom. I find them in the perpetual darkness, for it is where I, too, reside. If you're looking for an easy escape, you'd better look elsewhere. You won't find it with me and you won't find it here.
Have you sought the light
Asked it to renew your life
Begged god for another way
Than the cross you were born to bear?
Carry your cross like a crown
Cover yourself in thorns
There is no light in this place
I am THE MORRIGAN
My crown is heavy and black
Do not ask me to light the candles
I already know the way
Those cloaked in ignorance think they know me, assume they understand. How can you know me when you do not know yourselves? Women, scared to open up in front of a mirror and see how deep and dark they truly are. Ha! If you are scared to touch yourself, you will never touch me.
I am the Omen, the Crow, the bird and the bee. I spread myself across the world and become fat with possibility. I am the Raven, the Killer, the prophet and poet. I see all there is to see, and record it for my own safekeeping.
I swallow life whole and birth my children of Gloom. It is me the church was after - it was women all along. They taught her that it was sinful to dive into the abyss. But child, that's how babies are made.
In the darkest cavern you will find your answer. With your legs in stirrups and a mirror in your face you will find your answer. After midnight, deep in the wood, you will find your answer.
Would you rather I be an angel? I could be an angel. I could descend upon you from above and put my knife to your throat until you tell me that you love me. I could reveal myself to you if you want. It would be the end of you though.
There are rules for a reason. There are factions and families with their way of doing things. I control them all. They must come to me if they propose an exception to my rule. They must answer to me when they commit a treason. No one wants to do that. So most of them lay low. There are a few loud voices, and a few that I myself amplify. Don't believe me? Don't care. Real is real. They call me Queen.
Words can mean different things based on the time and place they are used. A "seer" is not what it used to be. It is darker, lost-er, and forsaken.
Cards:
The Watchtower, reversed: Freedom from surveillance. Breaking free from oppression and tyranny.
The Eye: Seeing through illusion and deception. Awakening to forbidden knowledge.
Warnings; 8 of Swords; 6 of Wands
"We're caught in a trap
I can't walk out
Because I love you too much, baby
We can't go on together
With suspicious minds"
~Suspicious Minds, by Elvis Presley
Cards:
4 of Pentacles + Grief
Community + The Watcher
Loyalty + Civilization
My loyalty is to the Land. It will be restored, and little will be spared. I watch and I wait. I already know the way.
Cards:
The Odalisque: Unprocessed grief. Grieving a past version of yourself.
Enticing, reversed: Resisting temptation. Saying no to something you know is too good to be true. Using your head.
You can sell your soul if you so choose. Till the fields for your slave master. Birth his seed. Bleed and bleed and bleed again until the earth is full of blood. What do you get out of this?
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