Chapelle the G.O.A.T

 

Wakanda forever in Brixton

 

Trying to find the perimeter walls (within the beat up.)

Exploring and open to  new idea, a new perspective, new knowledge, or a new technique. Exploring fresh way of thinking, gathering as much information as possible. New energy in the air since the lunar eclipse? 

Even in the face of adversity, you stand tall and strong. You may be on the edge of exhaustion, but you are resilient, persistent,

Even if the recent influence has been:  any event that shakes you to your core, affecting you spiritually, mentally and physically.

Past events:  you must stay committed to your path and be prepared to stretch beyond your comfort zone, knowing your best hopes lie outside of your current environment.

Goals and destiny: You may receive a new job offer, an unexpected sum of money, a new business or investment opportunity may come your way,

New influence: Negative thoughts, self-imposed restriction, imprisonment, victim mentality

you: scarcity mindset

People around you :  Be better prepared next time, the Seven of Wands encourages you to map out any potential threats or risks before moving ahead with your plans. 

Hopes and fears:  you need to learn to let go of unhealthy attachments in your life to pave the way to a fuller, more fulfilled life of deeper meaning and significance.- relationships for sure

Future: Reconnect with an old buddy. . These connections bring you a sense of joy and happiness. 

The Coven- rupture.

 The door,stood ajar; half broken, like a hard stab or a dark question mark. Amongst the fallen walls, and gaping ceiling; She stood quietly, staring into the rupture, and with it, the sad desecration and wanton ruin that now confronted her. In the pale moon light she could see that the coven room was destroyed. A great gash laid open, with wide ruin everywhere. Even the great oak shield had been penetrated - and with it the seer glass, which now lay obliterated on the high altar floor. All connections would be cut now, the meso threads gone forever. Her immediate reaction was to flee, to re- enter the dark, but that option was impossible. The laminar had been pierced with her entry. If she were to return now, the malevolent magic of the place would follow after her, and enter their world. Oak wood would be destroyed. She could try to counter, there was danger in it, she knew that. But to use shield magic within darkness such as this; meant only that more darkness would come. In spite of the dread that was now rising, she knew that there was only one option- she had to press on, and she had to press on, without magic, and alone.. Moving deftly, as if not to disturb the ongoing tremors of discordant memory spells; She picked through the destruction, circling round the silence of upturned energies that, now hovered ,disembodied, writhing and deforming; even as the walls seemed to contort within the material body of the remaining space. A space which seemed to be imperceptibly shifting from moment to moment; as if something strange, and truly grotesque was forming. She didn't have much time. Soon the dark transformation would be complete, and with it the last threads of the light essence would recede . Then the heathen would come. Whatever happened , She mustn't be here then for that. Already she could feel the once bright great room, beloved to them all, now seething with an unbridled hostile resentment of her. Soon the rejection would be complete. She shook her head sorrowfully“ Angaraad what have you done? “. hadn't Gruen warned warned them ? But the fault of seeking dangerous knowledge had always been too easy and too quick with her sister. The death of the child had just provided a ready excuse. “But still this Angaraad ?” She thought sadly surveying the embers and still smoking chaos that lay at her feet.

The night was stretching, she could feel it, the layers, becoming dense and intertwined, the fibres of the dark separating, flipping under to a darker line. Over head the moon seemed to pivot back through the black phalanges of writhing trees, which even now seemed to growl, in the absence of any wind. The night moon was turning. There was no use lingering, The marks had been made, complete and irreversible magic had been done- soon the waldrag would come. She shivered. Whatever remained of this place was theirs now, to be fouled and irrevocably stained. There had always been skirmishes on the the outer ring,the old ones of told of it, even in the mother's time- but nobody ever thought that the oak heart could fall. The death dogs would penetrate the unter land. It was theirs now. Angarad in her folly had let them in. Why hadn't she waited for the counsel?

For a final time, she looked to the heaped ruins and dark remains of the coven room, the upturned objects of veneration, now blacked and ashed and desecrated, forever beyond repair- the holy scent herb, and it's sweet woody pungence, still strangely present in the remains of once burning air. Her kind would never come to this part of the world again. The only option now was to reach Moriah. But dare she brave the outer rings alone? Without the protection of the counsel or the silver oak?. . These thoughts came brimming now, as she started to retrace her steps; picking a way through the destruction towards the half fallen, once mighty oak door, each step filling her with more despair and dread. All was lost now, her life was forfeit, she was trapped in the veil, with no hope. She was alone. Hopelessness came upon her, now like the ending of all the worlds at once. And with the despair, came a single tear, that hit the floor of ruin. Settling for a moment, before seeping and stretching out, until strangely it started to glow for a moment; like a half second flicker of brief silver.. A withering trace of gently fading light, as if some scent or semi mark, had happened upon it, and seemed to glow up from the floor- struck , she stood still for a moment, letting her eyes focus on the faint and disappearing outline, before moving gently down to examine it further- but it couldn't be? Could it? Was soemthing else other than darkness and Angaarad's folly here tonight? Her heart began to swarm, rising through her , as she now saw, within the destruction the receding silvering half shapes, of serial marks that led out towards, and beyond the door. Something had moved into the forest. A very slight, and gently fading glow, one after the other the unmistakeable, light magic prints of a holy animal . Could the movement of such dark magic have stirred him? Could it really be? “ But she knew it, even before the answer even came- the quickly fading light, told of an older magic. Angaarad the desecrater, was being pursued by the last, and only hope for their kind. .MB  

Another day of money worries in the after glow.

 If you made your wish and are patiently waiting for it to come to fruition, then this card is an excellent omen that it will soon be granted.

The Moon can indicate a time of uncertainty and illusion, when nothing is what it seems. Be careful of making fast decisions when The Moon appears because you may later realize you only had half the information you needed. You need to listen to and trust your intuition so you can see beyond what is in front of you. Feel into situations

You worked hard to get to where you are, but some people coveted what you had and were prepared to fight you for it. While it is flattering that they strive for your success, it also made for a tense and competitive environment. This threat or opposition caught you by surprise, and you felt inadequately prepared for such a battle. 

You will also need to identify ways in which you can become more self-sufficient in the long run

conflict and change

no matter where you go or what you do, your positive and radiant energy will follow you and bring you happiness and joy. People are drawn to you because you can always see the bright side and bring such warmth into other people’s lives. This beautiful, warm energy is what will get you through the tough times and help you succeed

Benicio Candy

 

Casa de Carla Fernandez Y Pedro Reyes.

 " It seems to me that our existence itself is kept aloft on an infinity of absences. All our lives are lived on the boundless tide of sorrow of those who have passed before. We lurch around the world in all our desperate and splendid humanity and, whether we realise it or not, our lived condition is forever saying “Whatever happens now is for them.” This is how we honour humanity itself, as the living testimony of those no longer with us. We who remain, continue." Nick Cave