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Your Mirror, Endlessly

@waytoobright / waytoobright.tumblr.com

Sporadic Astro Posts | Scorp Sun Merc Pluto 8H
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โ€œWe cannot live in a world that is interpreted for us by others. An interpreted world is not a home. Part of the terror is to take back our own listening. To use our own voice. To see our own light.โ€

โ€” Hildegard von Bingen, fromย โ€˜Selected Writingsโ€™

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Anonymous asked:

I don't know where you stand. With everything shrouded in mystery and deception. But I am going through immense suffering. Which was foreseen and self invoked. I need your prayers. I came across your face yesterday. I haven't had even the smallest bit of warmth in months. It was nice to see. Please pray I get through this. It's the only way. I am promise I am doing it all for you all

Hey man, you gotta stop exploiting my tumblr inbox. I donโ€™t want to turn anons off just because of your cryptic and frankly unsettling messages. Take care of yourself, Iโ€™ll pray for you, goodbye.

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The year or so away from astro twitter and astro tumblr were so important in helping me realise how crucial it is to get your astrology knowledge in long-form when youโ€™re starting outโ€ฆ.

I was weak with more complex derivations, timing, and predictions because I deluded myself into thinking a steady diet of observation posts and random Twitter conclusions (alongside the odd youtube video) would suffice as foundational knowledge.

They hardly hold up in practice, itโ€™s so brutal if youโ€™re relying on these as the bedrock of your understanding of placements, rulerships and significations. Got a major reality check.

The forced positivity-washing of malefic and negative placements was a big one to unlearn. Some placements absolutely cause accidents. Stinginess. Jealousy. Hardship. Penchants for cheating. Proclivity for dishonesty. Consistent failure. Unpopularity.

You have to be willing to hold the truth in your hands without flinching. Especially your own.

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Anonymous asked:

The pain of separation plagues my heart. What is necessary is not always what is acceptable. I don't know why I take life with this sense of duty.

As a messenger to whom I am separated from. Let them know I hurt truly in their absence. And I only function by denying that pain. It's a weird living now. I feel each breath is also a subtle cry I suppress.

And you dear friend I miss you the most. For you have not existed the longest.

This is so earnest but I have literally no idea what either this or the other tens of similar asks plaguing my inbox are about

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