11/30/17
Today I drew The Magician reversed. August was quiet at first, the card implies he should be himself, act with empowerment.
“I’m a dead man,” he said at last.
“So act like a dead man.”
“I want to be a live man.”
“August, you can’t have that.”
“Living can be metaphorical, right.”
“Sorry, Pinocchio, I don’t think you’ll ever be a real boy again.”
“You don’t have to be rude.”
“Realistic. I am realistic.”
12/1/17
Ok, so I drew The Magician again today.
“So you really want to be a real boy, huh?”
“No, I just didn’t think you would like my real answer.” He stepped over to my chair.
“Oh? What’s that?” I looked into his face, his brows were knit, he frowned. He smoothed my hair and brushed his icy fingers along my cheek.
“I can’t tell you.” And with that he faded. He’s so terrifying sometimes.
12/2/17
August hid from me nearly all day yesterday and never showed up for his reading today. I read for myself instead, Four of Pentacles reversed. So I, too, am holding on to something I shouldn’t be. Maybe I’m too worried about the choices August makes. I’m focusing on how his decisions affect me, instead of just worrying about my own decisions. I don’t know though, when I don’t worry about what August does he kills innocent people. I swear I can’t think straight. I probably just need some tea.
Tea schmea! Get that salt 🧂 out lady, and work on your exorcism techniques!