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Cleansing The Cards

It’s natural for tarot cards to accumulate & harbor energy, since that is the primary force they operate through; it can “clog” or “restrain” them, making them rather unproductive, though it doesn’t damage them. They simply need to rest and be refreshed every now & then, just like the reader does.


METHODS ||

I suggest trying all of them out & sticking to the ones that work for you.

Shuffling
Simply shuffle the deck with the intention of cleansing it, in whatever way that’s most comfortable for you & for as long as you feel you need to.

Sorting
Sort the cards – arrange them in order of the 22 Major Arcana and 4 suits of the 56 Minor Arcana. Allow the deck to “rest” in proper sequence for a while. You could also simply sort the cards so that all are upright & none reversed.

Knocking
Tap the deck against something, or tap it with your hands / another object.

Sunlight
(This method is better for projective/masculine decks.) Place the deck in sunlight and leave it there until you feel that all the unwanted energy has been burned, faded, blinded, or driven out.

Moonlight
(This method is better for receptive/feminine decks.) Place the deck in moonlight and leave it there until you feel that all the unwanted energy has been drained, coaxed, flushed, or guided out.

Salt
Place the deck in a sealed, air-tight plastic bag and bury it in organic salt. Let the salt soak up the excess energy for a few days, or until you feel it’s done.

Crystals
Place a crystal that corresponds to your intention upon the deck, or somewhere near it. You could also form a crystal grid around it.

Smoke
Pass the deck through the smoke of incense or burning plants that correspond to your intention (most people would use dried sage or rosemary).

Pendulums
Swing a pendulum of your choice clockwise in circular motions above or on the surface around the deck with your intention in mind until you feel that all the unwanted energy has been drawn out & expelled.

Sound
Play any instrument with your intention in mind, or place the deck near a speaker and play music that corresponds to your intention.

*You can also cleanse each card individually rather than the whole deck at once, if you prefer. It takes longer but it’s more thorough & “intimate”


MAINTENANCE ||

After cleansing your deck, store it in a special box/bag/cloth and/or with a quartz crystal to protect and generally upkeep its clean state.


Simple tip: cleanse your deck every time you use it. This is the easiest way to maintain a healthy deck, & the ritual of it can improve your general relationship with the cards as well as your connection with them in the moment.

Other good opportunities to cleanse your deck:
- It’s brand-new / inherited / borrowed / secondhand
- Another person has come into contact with it (especially if it was without your permission – the deck will let you know if it’s been meddled with)
- It has come into direct contact with a surface or object you didn’t want it to (this mainly applies to the tarot readers who take extra precautions to preserve the energetic integrity of their deck – such as only laying the cards on a designated cloth/mat/board, not allowing others to touch them, etc)
- It has come into direct contact with another deck
- It hasn’t been used for a long period of time
- It’s been accidentally scattered/messed up/physically damaged
- Many different readings have been performed with it
- An extensive/intense reading has been performed with it

Symptoms of a deck that needs to be cleansed:
- An irregularly large amount of cards drawn in a reading are reversed
- An irregularly large amount of cards are falling or popping out of the deck while you shuffle & handle it in general / the deck won’t stay together
- The readings are becoming unclear, or you’re having an unnecessarily difficult time interpreting & discerning their meaning; you’re getting mixed messages, the cards aren’t cohesive, and so on. If you feel like you’re not gaining anything out of the readings you do with a deck, you need to cleanse it.
- You get the sense that you need to cleanse the deck. This could manifest in many different ways; perhaps you feel bored of the deck or distant from it, or perhaps its “personality” changes, or perhaps you simply feel off about it. Common “off” feelings are slowness or lethargy, disengagement, bitterness, exhaustion, a sense of a contrary or combative disposition, misplaced irony, dullness or hollowness, strain, stress, aggravation, confusion, or alienation, and may come from either you or the deck itself when you interact with it.
- You can’t bring yourself to focus on the readings you do with it; neither you nor the deck can maintain your concentration / awareness / full presence.
- You consistently lose and misplace the deck or you can’t find it when you want to use it – or other people have moved it, even just once. If you don’t give it a spot and it tends to wander around your house, that may translate into your cards. Cleanse them and pick a permanent/regular place to keep them.
- The deck loses its “magic” and begins to feel like plain paper to you
- Using the deck consistently drains, frustrates, upsets, or annoys you / using it no longer brings you whatever beneficial quality it usually does.

Drawn From The Heart: Your Most Memorable Valentine's Day Cards

No snark or anti-commercialism rantings here, just a dose of simple sweetness. We asked readers to share their most memorable Valentine’s Day cards; here are a few of our favorites, edited for length and clarity. And we asked NPR illustrator Chelsea Beck to re-create two valentines that live on only in their recipients’ memories.

Renae Quinn, Rancho Cucamonga, Calif.

My favorite valentine ever was from my late husband on the Valentine’s Day before we married. He gave me a box and lined up in the box were a drawing of an eye, a paper heart on a spring that popped up when I opened the box, a pink foam letter U, a chocolate-covered strawberry, and a baggie full of dirt from the garden in front of our apartment.

I was mystified. I mean I got the “I love you so very” part clearly enough, but the dirt? I said, “You love me so very dirty?” I didn’t care for that! He kept saying, “No, think about it.”

But all I could come up with was, “I love you so very dirt.”

He finally told me, “MULCH! It’s mulch!”

So it said, “I love you so very much.” Duh.

It’s still my favorite ever.

Christine Hull, Springvale, Maine

Three years ago, when my son was 7, he made a collection of small valentines that he distributed throughout our house. Each valentine was unique, and each involved a heart shape.

One was a simple red heart taped to the inside of a spoon. I found it while I was making my morning coffee and, of course, it brightened my day. Another was a pink bunny, who was especially cute because he was lopsided. Yet another was a series of yellow hearts arranged like petals of a sunflower. It was carefully taped to appear as if it were growing out from under my desk.

I was impressed by his creativity, but more so by the fact that he woke up early to hide each valentine for my husband and me to discover as we went through our day. He didn’t simply give us one valentine, he gave us a day full of discovering valentines.

Francha Menhard, Tel Aviv, Israel

I was teaching second-graders how to speak English. I was teaching them similes to describe things. “You are as quiet as a mouse,” “You are tall as the ceiling,” etc.

When Valentine’s Day came, wild and crazy J.R. gave me a heart cut out of plain white paper. On the heart, he wrote: “You are as beautiful as Wonder Woman. You are as fun as clowns. You are as smart as God. Love JR.”

I kept that valentine on my fridge until the sun bleached it out completely, some 14 years later. Thereafter, my sweet husband would remind me at bedtime that I was as beautiful as Wonder Woman. As fun as clowns. As smart as God. Just in case I forgot.

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Of Tiger Diamonds & Dripping Gold (M)

word count: 7.1k

genre: smut; slumlord/pimp! au + established relationship

pairing: reader/jooheon

warning(s): mentions and depictions of murder, blood, drugs, prostitution, slurs, very rough sex and all else that comes along with being a pimp/slumlord. please don’t read if this or anything along these lines bothers you, thank you.

a/n: there are several warnings with this fic, it is drastically different than my usual writings and therefore i feel as if i should warn readers before hand so please make sure to read them before reading the fic.  

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Unlove Your Ex Spell

This spell helps you to fall out of love with your once and for all. All you will feel for them is the love that friends have for each other. 

You will need the following items for this spell:

  • Belief
  • A sheet of white paper(plain/ruled)
  • Pen/Pencil
  • Candle
  • Match

Using the pen or pencil, write your ex’s on the paper and draw the love symbol beneath it. Then write your name under the symbol.
Whilst harbouring the love, light the candle with the match.
Place the paper just above the flame so that light falls of the love symbol.
Say: 


OH, FLAME! 
OH, GODDESS OF BEAUTY!
I CALL TO YOU FROM THIS CITY
THAT YOU MAY HELP ME UNLOVE
THIS PERSON THAT I SO MUCH LOVE
AS THIS PAPER PROCLAIMING OUR LOVE BURNS,
SO WILL MY ROMANTIC LOVE FOR HIM/HER/THEM END.

Burn it.

anonymous asked:

You can't have BPD if you are 16. Come back to me on your 18th birthday and I'll accept you as valid then.

It is exactly 7:31 in the morning on July 5th, 2018 in the year of our lord. I am fast asleep, unaware that, as the minute hand passes that little dash painted on my clock, I am officially an adult. Finally I am of legal age and am free to do so many things. I can marry, move away from the oppressive bondage of my parents, and purchase cigarettes. But for now, I sleep, unaware of what birthday surprise awaits me.

I am awakened by a knock on my door. Curious as to who could be at my door at such an early hour I rise from my bed, creeping down the steps to the entryway. I glance at the window, hoping to get a brief glimpse of my visitor, but alas, nobody is there. Instead there is nothing but a envelope. I open the door, looking for the source that would have delivered this envelope, but there is none in sight. I cannot hear the loud rumbling of the mail truck as I would normally be able too and I cannot find a person nearby who could have set it on my doorstep. Confused, I pick up the envelope and take it inside, wondering bemusedly if it is a last minute gift.

There is neither a return address on the envelope nor a sending address. Perhaps this is a mistake? Only one way to find out. Perhaps too eagerly my fingers tear into the envelope, revealing the contents inside. It is a short letter, typed up on plain, unadorned paper. As my eyes skim over the text great changes begin to take place in my mind. Suddenly my otherwise stable personality warps into something harsh and horrific.

I drop the envelope in fear realizing the gravity of my actions. Such a short note! What horror it brings! I now have BPD! In the split second on the anniversary of my birth I have developed a personality disorder that has never shown any previous symptoms before! 

thats how tf you sound

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w o w ,, after a week of struggling with writing on plain paper, i finally wrote some class notes that i’m proud of!! 

i have a muji dotted notebook coming in, and i think i’m going to use that to rewrite all of my notes at the end of the week? and i’ll organize it by week, and then by class and write all of the class notes together in order…..oooooh the possibilities

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The Gift - Yondu Udonta x Reader

Pairing: Yondu Udonta x Reader - SFW

Length: ~1,400 words

Summary: A request sent by anon for Yondu and Reader. Yondu brings his reader gifts whenever he has to leave for a couple days. One time he comes back with something reader never thought they’d see again.

Warnings: Nothing really.

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promise pt. 3

Originally posted by dr-spencer-reid-though

characters: spencer x wife!reader, ellie (daughter!oc), bau team

summary: spencer returns to the bau to keep his promise to his daughter and save you. but he is not ready what waits for him. his strength is tested.

warnings: torture, injury to the reader, talk of death, and one vague allusion to suicide if you squint. 

words: 1.6k

a/n: here it is y’all!!!! this is the part where shit starts to get a little gruesome, so you’re warned. please message me and tell me what you think!!!!

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SUMMARY: Dean doesn’t like to be sad, not in front of Emma. He and Castiel broke up two months ago and he’s been miserable ever since. However, when five-year-old Emma calls Castiel things might turn for the better.

Beta’d by @galaxystiel ♥♥

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Dean doesn’t like to be sad, not in front of Emma. He smiles at her as he sets down her colouring book and their big set of felt tips pens. Emma looks up at him with wide green eyes as she kneels by the coffee table and spreads out her things. She’s got that look that she knows something but Dean ignores it because he’s an adult and he can deal with his own problems without shouldering them onto his five-year-old.

“Thanks, daddy!” Emma grins and begins concentrating on a new colouring, taking her time to choose just the right felt tip for her mermaid picture.

Dean sits down on the couch behind her and listens as she hums a tune he doesn’t recognise; he assumes it’s from one of the kids shows she watches in the mornings. He scrubs his face, wearily. It’s been a long week – a long several weeks - especially since his break up with Cas. He wishes he hadn’t been so stupid, but it’s too late now and he doubts Cas will ever want to come back.

A lump forms in his throat suddenly and it feels like he’s going to choke. He gets up swiftly, glancing back at his daughter to make sure she’s okay before heading out to the back porch for some fresh air. He just needs a moment, the deep breaths pushing away anything that reminds him of the past two years with Cas. It hurts his chest just to think about him, although Dean know it’s his own fault they broke up. His own stupid idea that he would be better off without Castiel and his interfering parents.

When Dean opens the door to the porch, he sees the rain and feels the chill but he sits down on the top step leading down to their small backyard anyway. It isn’t much but it’s enough for Emma to run around in when it’s warmer. He’d built her a playhouse with Cas the year previous and his stomach sinks when he looks over to it.

Rain drops are dripping on his shoulders and he shivers. If he doesn’t move soon he’s going to get very wet, but he can’t really find it within himself to care. Dean sighs and puts his head in his hands, hoping to block out any sights of what he and Cas had.

There’s a shuffle and a determined grunt behind him and Dean looks around to see Emma with her tiny pink umbrella opened up. She’s even managed to put her welly boots on the right feet which makes Dean smile, despite his heartache. Emma toddles over and sits next to Dean, umbrella above them as best she can to keep them dry.

“Daddy’s sad?” She asks, leaning against him. Dean takes the small umbrella off her and holds it to better protect them.

He doesn’t lie to her. “Yeah,” he tells her, taking her small hand in his own.

“Don’t be sad, Daddy.” She instructs with a frown. The words make tears spring to his eyes and he pulls Emma on to his lap single-handedly.

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The Trick

Pairing: James Potter x reader

Words: 1630

Warnings: one swear word

A/N: I finished it!! It wasn’t a request, just a dumb idea I had. I hope you enjoy it!!

Binns’ classes were always boring, but that day’s lesson was especially tedious. The ghost was talking about some Goblin rebellion while you were looking outside the window, wishing you were relaxing under a tree. The sun shined bright through the glass and the summer breeze made the trees’ brunches dance smoothly. You glanced around the class and saw Sirius Black making paper plains, Lily Evans half listening and half doodling in the corner of her parchment and James Potter, sitting right next to you, almost fallen asleep with his head resting on his arms.

You looked down and saw something written on the desk. It said ‘1st Goblin rebellion 1612’. You were curious about who wrote that and why, but you weren’t given much time to wonder about it as you heard your pale professor yelling at the class.

“Is any of you paying attention?” He was clearly annoyed. Everyone snapped their heads up abruptly to look at Binns, eyes wide in surprise. He’d never scowled you or even cared to check if you were paying attention before. “You!” Binns pointed at you. “When did the first Goblin rebellion happen?”

You thought about it for a brief moment, actually wishing you’d paid attention, but then realized it was what you had read on the table a few seconds before. “1612?” you asked timidly, not really sure if the table was tricking you or not.

Binns groaned, unsatisfied that he couldn’t give detention to you and mumbling a 'well said’ under his breath. He went back to his initial position and continued with his lecture. When the class finished, you started to put your things away but a familiar voice interrupted you.

“How did you do that?” James Potter asked, curiosity evident in his eyes.

“Do what?”

“Get the correct answer,” he explained. “I saw you weren’t listening either.”

“Binns isn’t the first teacher that asks me something when I’m not paying attention. I learnt the trick.” You didn’t know why you said that. There was no trick, you were just lucky it was written on the desk.

“And what would that be?” the boy asked, a smug smile spread over his face. He passed a hand through his messy locks and looked at you from behind his round glasses.

“I don’t think you’re worthy of it, Potter,” you flirted back. It wasn’t common for you, but sometimes you teased and flirted with people. This was your crush’s turn.

“Then I shall make myself worthy,” James said dramatically, earning a giggle from you. He grinned at the sound he liked so much and looked at you with his brown eyes, the kind of eyes that could made you melt every time.

“And how are you planning on doing that?” you asked challengingly crossing your arms over your chest.

“By taking you to Hogsmeade this weekend and buying you a butterbeer, (y/l/n),” his eager eyes expressed how much he really wanted you to accept. Your mouth drew a sweet smile on your face and you nodded, showing James you liked the idea. He walked away, with a triumphant smirk and good news to tell to his friends.

The next day, James was waiting by Hogwarts’ entrance for you. You approached him and he greeted you with a gleeful and a nervous 'Hi’. You were nervous too, though you did your best to hide it. You walked to The Three Broomsticks together. Both, his and your shyness went away after starting the conversation and so you talked about everything on your way there. From grades and school to your family and friends. It was comforting to know not all purebloods were like the Malfoys or the Blacks, with the exception of Sirius, of course.

When you got to your destination, your date led you to a table in one of the corners and ordered two butterbeers. “So, (y/n), tell me more about you,” James said, shortly after taking the first sip of his drink.

“I told you a lot on the way here, what else do you need to know?” you asked, grinning at him. “Now it’s your turn. You’re gonna tell me how the hell did you do the prank for Slughorn and didn’t get caught.”

He chuckled, remembering how much he had laughed with his friends that day. Remus had had the idea of covering Slughorn with a potion that would get him to smell like shit for a few days. They carried out the plan in one of the poor professor’s classes, and you were there to watch it all.

“Well that’s my trick, love. And I don’t think you’re worthy of it,” the boy explained with a mischievous smirk.

“The I shall make myself worthy,” you quoted with the same dramatic tone he had used before. You both laughed at your childishness and returned to talk about other pranks he’d carried out with his friends.

Talking to James felt easy. You didn’t worry about saying the right thing or trying not to show your awkward self you only showed to your closest friends. You could be and talk like yourself. The messy-haired boy felt the exact same way. Being with you, made it easy to be himself, not only showing his confident façade all the time. James could be the casual, a bit awkward and funny person he’d always been but showed too little.

After you finished your butterbeer, you stayed talking some more time, but then realized it was getting late and went for a walk around the town. You went to Honeydukes, where you bought all the candies and sweets you could put in your pockets and then you visited Zonko’s. After that, you finally decided to return to the castle.

When you got there, James didn’t lead you to your Common Room but went up another stair. “C'mon, follow me,” he whispered into the darkness.

“Where?” You liked the boy, of course, but you didn’t know if going with him was a good idea. He was known for getting people into trouble a lot, so maybe the troublemaker would get you into trouble.

“Just trust me, okay?”

You hummed accepting, a bit relentless, the invitation. When you saw the light of the moon shining through the big windows, you finally realized where you were. The Astronomy tower. You got near one of the windows and gazed up the starry sky with admiration, not being able to take your eyes off it. James stood beside you, leaning on his shoulders on the railing, but not looking at the sky. He was looking at you. James knew how beautiful you were, but the brightness of the moon made your eyes glisten and the small smile on your lips melted him away.

You felt his heavy gaze on you, and looked down at him. James looked away, blush creeping through his cheeks.

“I love this,” you finally broke the silence. It was peaceful and comfortable, not awkward like it happened with other people.

“I knew you’d like it,” he replies. He didn’t say it in a flirtish tone, but in a soft and relaxed voice, matching the smile he could not avoid showing. He hasn’t realized how close you actually were until he looked down at your lips, wanting to kiss you. “So,” he started saying softly, almost in a whisper and your lips almost touching, “am I worthy now?”

“I guess,” you answered, biting your bottom lip. You blushed at the closeness of your faces.

“And what’s the trick?” he asked in the same low voice that drove you crazy. But, before you could react, James leaned in, linking your lips together. It was soft and full of life. Electricity was flowing from the tips of your fingers to your lips. It was the perfect kiss and no one could deny it. You pulled away, taking a breath, and looked at him. The boy’s face looked joyous and his wide grin matched yours.

From then on, you started slowly and safely falling in love with him and he did the same with you. When school finished, you kept in touch, meeting almost every day until you moved together to a small house. It wasn’t much, but it was your home and you loved it as much as you loved James.

One day, Sirius, Remus and Peter were hanging out with you and James in your house. You started catching up but ended up talking about your glorious days at Hogwarts. You talked about how they pranked the teachers and about the girls they had crushes on.

“I remember Prongs entering the Common Room really excited and we didn’t know what was going on,” Sirius was talking about the time when you accepted to go on your first date with James. “And then he says he’s got a date with you really loud. I think everyone in the Gryffindor tower heard it,” he added, making everyone in the room laugh, except James, who was blushing intensely.

“Now that I realize,” your boyfriend started saying with a playful expression, “you never told me what your trick was.”

You opened your wide in surprise. “Oh… well,” you murmured, “there wasn’t any trick. I was just lucky it was written on the table.”

The boys were all looking with amused smirks, eager to know where would this lead to, while James looked at you confused. “But you…” he started to say, but never finished.

“Yeah, I just wanted to mess with you,” you said with a small grin that showed a bit of guilt. You stepped closer to him and as you did, you saw him smiling. It was in that way that even now, it kept melting you.

“I’m glad you did,” he admitted softly, and kissed you briefly.

“Me too.”