8/8/17
Spies are among us
“I drew the Eight of Pentacles today.”
August and I sat on the floor in the office, as I spoke a spindly-legged spider crawled between us.
“Oh, God! Why? I hate spiders.” August bounced to the ceiling and hugged his knees to his chest in the corner.
“You’re dead, what could a spider possibly do to you?” I looked up at him, huddled there with his face buried in his knees.
“There are things you don’t know about spiders.”
“Tell me.”
“Tell me what the card means first.”
“That thing you’re working on but won’t tell me what it is, it’s connected to the physical plane… but you still have some hard work ahead of you before you succeed. You may have to sacrifice something in order to achieve your goals.” I paused, “That does not mean you have to kill something.” He was quiet, but floated down to the floor as the spider crawled behind a bookshelf.
“Spiders,” he said, his gruff voice darkened and his weird grin spread across his face, “are spies.”
“Spies?”
“For the devil, they catch bits of your life in their webs and demons gather them at night for the devil to see.”
“And how do you know this?”
“Hellbunny told me.”
I looked at the black bunny munching hay in his cage, he nodded. This was interesting news. Was Mal spying on me? Or Evelyn on August? I decided not to overthink it. It was doubtful every spider was a spy. There were a lot of spiders on the planet, right?
