REMETHEUS — SHOPKEEPER
A year ends. A year begins. We acknowledge the calendar. We acknowledge the seasons. What can we take from the last turn and what does the next have to offer?
ACE OF CUPS — SITUATION
Five streams, one cup. The living hand, now warm and capable, I hold it towards you. There's opportunity if your heart can bear it. An ocean if your thirst is deep enough.
It's not a matter of satisfaction but how much the vessel desires to hold. You've felt the words spill from the lips of a vase. How much has the throat held back? Give in order to receive once more. Dripping down your chin is potential, drying quickly. Unthread your lips. Salivate.
REMETHEUS — SHOPKEEPER
The flood is nowhere else. Two hands held together form the earliest cup. This is a form of grasping known to those who would receive from the world and to those who would withhold from that same world the contents of their body.
NINE OF CUPS — PRECEDENT
Look into your open palms. See your own reflection through the froth of your emotions. You do not recognize them but you can infer their shape. From this shape springs the desire and the wish.
The rain leads to the sea. And the tide is born of me, crashing against a shore of memory and regrets that then gets washed away. You are the same as any body of water. The flow downstream carries with it something from the source.
Do not overlook what you have gained nor what sufferings you have been freed from. Others will soon take your attention. History always has something to hurl itself against.
REMETHEUS — SHOPKEEPER
I shall forgive myself for being hurt. In this way do I acclaim others for hurting me. All things matter. All things end. All the time.
Desire is thus a weapon. Wanting can be understood as a kind of violence. I was never a pacifist. Just unarmed.
QUEEN OF CUPS — PREVAILANCE
Incapacity is no longer an unknown. Tears come easy from a river, and from paper too. Connection flows forward, dispersing into a larger collective. Not one of flesh. Not one of memory. One somewhere in between, in the transition between knowing and unknowing. Have faith in your dissolution. There is water under the bridge.
Boundaries always blur and yet still exist. Never has been there such a thing as simplicity. To believe something is simple is to be confined to one pool, stagnant and unflowing. A hand touches the one beside it. My shore touches yours.
REMETHEUS — SHOPKEEPER
Do I lose parts of myself to obtain you? What habits do I accumulate as I change into other versions of myself? I know the shape but I do not recognize what fills it. Faith can only be sustained in possibility. What lies beneath reflection can only be memory.
THE HIEROPHANT — SUCCESSION
Your hand in a sign of blessing. You display a lack of faith but I am the institution of it. Can you begin to trust the structure of your own autonomy? Some things stay the same only by changing.
Two and three. I shall be your opposition and your ally both. Stability in conflict. The equilibrium of your psyche is balance under tension. If you fall, so be it. As long as you remember, we will rebuild.
The external environment persists where you shall not. You shall create of yourself a temple. The sacrifice is possibility. The reward is possibility. Herein lies the spirit of adherence. The hand offered to you is your own.
Ace of Cups from the Golden Thread Tarot Deck. Nine of Cups, Queen of Cups, and The Hierophant from the Linestrider Tarot Deck. Made with Cohoard!

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