The sparks of fire, earthbound,
have found your home. Be gone now.
It’s not your fault, you know this.
But the leaving is just the same.
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(hier: Berlin, Germany)
Fire without Air can be very busy…but not really know what they are doing.
Air without Fire can have many ideas…but not really know what to do.
Both together, great power!
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Today someone is feeling the heat of frustration and stress from what seems like one issue after another bubbling up to the surface. These issues could pertain to finances, the home life, health, and/or all of the above. Those surrounding this individual may see this masculine energy go from a strong and steady, caring and sensitive hard worker to a stubborn and needy, wealth obsessed ass hole. Stressful circumstances and a lack of resources seem to be a heavy weight. Someone here may even be struggling with some sort of mental or physical health imbalance. I am picking up on someone who may be struggling with a chronic illness of some sort. This person is not managing their money very well (or may not be able to) at all, and is becoming financially dependent on others for their needs. Fear of failure and insecurities surrounding not having enough have turned this person into someone who comes off as selfish and greedy. Sensitivity and empathy toward others seems to vanish altogether when this individual is under stress. I feel the energy of someone taking their blessings for granted, and now that those blessings have been stripped from their hands they are having a hard time facing the facts. An important part of healing here will be the recognition of what one has been taught from these undesirable circumstances, and integrating those lessons. This #kingofpentacles reversed is trying desperately to hold onto someone or something that may not serve him any longer; all the while not realizing the universe has something much better for him to receive. There could also be predetermined agreements that are not being fulfilled. There is a need to push through this situation maintaining integrity and dependability when it comes to work, home, and family responsibilities. Following through will help bring forth healing and a new partnership with spirit. If this is related to physical illness, there may be a procedure or an examination that is causing a ridiculous amount of fear, anxiety, and financial strain. I see that once physical recovery is achieved a new lease on life will be gifted. More discipline, focus, effort, and a well thought out strategy is needed here. Someone is considering giving up due to a perceived lack of support and feeling overwhelmed. Whoever this is must know that they are incredibly supported by the divine and their spirit guides on their healing journey. This arduous situation will soon come to a close if persistence is maintained. A #Virgo #Sagittarius #Capricorn or #Taurus may be of significance here.
#angelnumber1133 #mars #venus #moon #socialdragonfly #virgovenus #marscapricorn #sagittariusmoon #fire #earth #tarot
Prompt 14 Is Something Burning? – Branding, Fire
Warnings: Branding, burn, shock, nausea, vomit, emetophobia, pain, fear, fainting, falling unconscious
Martha felt a sweat already breaking out on her skin as she watched the burner, watched the metal start to glow a dim red, then a brighter orange. Her tremble worsened.
The man’s hand traveled down her back, never quite coming as high as her neck, never moving lower than her kidneys. She was sure he meant to be reassuring, but he must’ve been batshit to think that it was reassuring. She wasn’t reassured at all. She was disturbed, and every now and then a shudder of disgust ran through her.
Martha stared at the brand until her sight blurred with tears.
“Why are you doing this to me?” she said. She’d meant to say it, but it came out as a raspy whisper.
The man hummed behind her and the hand he pet her with moved from her back and stroked her hair again. “Markin’ you? ‘Cause you’re mine. I’m gonna keep ya, and I wan’cher buddy to know that.”
Martha shivered, but she frowned with confusion. “What buddy?” she asked, craning to look at him. He pushed her head back down, and she struggled against his hand for only a moment before giving way again.
Am I weak? Is this weak? How do I fight him?
“Just you hush, now,” the man said, and stroked her head again. “I’ll tell ya all ‘bout it soon.”
She shuddered again and squeezed her eyes closed.
There was a clink of metal on metal, a scrape, and her eyes flew back open. The brand wasn’t sitting in the burner anymore. Martha gasped and started taking faster, shallow breaths, shifting from foot to foot. Shit, I have to pee, she thought, a fresh bout of tears coming to her eyes.
The man’s hand pressed down firmly on her neck this time, his elbow on her back, and Martha knew he was trying to prevent her from moving. She clutched the counter with her hands and determined to stay still. Fighting could only make it worse – this was hot metal pressing onto her skin. It was only going to be bad. Maybe if she held still, it might be better than hell.
The thing pressed, and the pain was immense – so immense that her vision whited and all conscious decisions to not struggle, to hold still, to not scream, flew from her mind. It went on and on forever, until it stopped. Then she was left shaking on the counter, cool sweat and shivers wracking her body.
She felt the world tilt and her feet feel like they were no longer on the ground. The world tilted again, and again, and she felt like she was in a suspension of some kind. Then the world held still, and her vision cleared a little, and she saw legs in front of her…she thought. She focused on them, but they moved, and then she felt sick. She tried not to puke, but then she did puke, and there was a voice overhead and someone touching her hair (don’t touch my hair, don’t fucking touch me, don’t touch-) and pulling her head, and then she was puking on the floor. Her stomach ached and threw, and her mouth tasted bitter and gross, and her mouth and nose felt wet and sick.
The puking stopped, but then the dark set in. Martha dreamed, but it was loud and busy and her heart sped, and when she woke up she wasn’t sure if she was alive. But, she was alive, and she could hear a voice over her.
She felt very, very cold, and she felt something warm and wet on her face, and then she felt something heavy and cozy wrap over her shoulders, only it smelled horrible.
Then there was a mug in between her hands (that is a terrible idea, I’m shaking so hard, I’m going to spill it) which she managed to hold onto and sip from. She stared steadily at a spot on the wall across from her.
After another long time, Martha gradually felt less dizzy and less cold, and more aware.
Her shoulder burned, and it felt itchy. Martha didn’t scratch it, though. She was aware that she was hurt there, and the worst thing to do with it would be scratch it.
Her head ached.
Finally, the legs came to stand in front of her again, and she followed them up to the body they joined, then the face.
“Ah, you’ll be just fine,” the voice drawled. The hands moved and took out a cigarette and lighter. Martha leaned over the side, spilled her tea, and threw up again.
So our story begins on a sad day when we ran out of weed. My roommate (whose name is Ariel) has been sitting in front of a candle for about an our at this point trying to boil a bunch of krts with a candle and a Mountain Dew can. She asked me for my “man perfume” (cologne), so I gave it to her. The first time she tried it, she just put out the candle. Then a half an hour passed, so she tried it again. She ended up accidentally making a blow torch and burning off her knuckle hair. Now she’s in pain and upset because she lost her knuckle hair and has a burn on her finger.
If you think that fire is strongest element, please seek help. That bitch can be defeated by a quick stop drop and roll.
I drew this for an art challenge with the themes Scary/Spooky & Bones so I drew a clean colored sketch of my derg Ziffer, I tried to make it look a bit more realistic.
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