Bleed Air
August 15th.
2026.
But I could be convinced otherwise.
The moon waxes...
I sat down to type because I missed the feeling, but I also had a feeling.
I pulled five cards.
Seven of Wands.
Knight of Wands.
The Chariot.
Upon pulling The Chariot… my feelings were confirmed.
I could sense the start of … some sort of new journey, some new endeavor brewing in my life and naturally the Chariot arrives.
As I lay the card on my desk, Delta walks up…
“What’d you get?? Ooo is that the chariot? You’re not gonna believe … it’s one of those things where like ‘yeah of course ya did’ but as I was walking over here I was thinking ‘he’s gonna pull the chariot’”
Page of Pentacles.
Six of cups.
“I’ve legitimately never seen this card before…”
Six of cups.
Something about…
Just seems…
Right.
The seven of wands…
The knight of wands…
They feel like a recap.
The Chariot very obviously the now.
Page of Pentacles …
The known that brings forth the …
Six of cups…
What seems to be the sharing of…
the beauty one has cultivated
A card…
I have yet to ever pull makes it’s appearance at the start of a new journey
I’m sitting with that..
And it brings to mind a dream I had two nights ago…
I found myself staring into a mirror…
Circling my face was a ring of blood
I smiled as I stared into the mirror, happy to see a familiar face while applying pressure with a cotton rag to ease the bleeding.
I was without pain, without… fear or worry.
I was proud. I felt accomplished.
I felt free.
I recall no other scene from this dream other than this one, I watched it play out over and over in my head as I cooked my eggs and oatmeal…
I felt I had a good grasp of its meaning but still…
I look to Delta…
“Hey… bleeding face in a dream… matter of identity?”
“Uh yeah absolutely.”
The chariot awaits.