Our movement, presupposed by the swirling demands of our needs, takes us beyond our capacity to cope. We breathe and eat and fuck and fear all that is unknown. And so it is. There are places that I cannot go; not because I am not able but because I am scared. So, in trust and in time, the Fool assists me in working through this covered blackness, sees me safely across the threshold of known and unknown.
I do operations with extreme precision and surrender the items in my inventory that I cannot and will not control, and in surrendering find that I am triumphant, in letting go of the resentments in my heart find that I am more powerful to serve and save. The covered blackness in consciousness prevents you from clearing space. You see, we need to show others this way. We show them, not as a metric of our rightness and their wrongness, but as a symbol of our trust in the unknown through the known powers that move and make our movements so.
There must be, for you, a serene place of water, of sand, and of fire. This is a place stacked with Mason jars; each jar streaming dark light. And so, a direct correlation exists between our dreams and our unwillingness to surrender them over, accept that they may or may not be ours. What we resist does indeed persist, and our fascination with our own importance keeps us from knowing what is truly benevolent. So, today, let us surrender our importance, let us find the other in our dreams, and like the Fool, usher them safely across the threshold of the unknown. Let's teach others that we know how to usher our unseen into the seen. We gently beacon them across the Fold in the Fabric of Night.
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