Sacred Opossum

Friday morning came to me with some time for moving meditation at work.

this year is almost over and 2025 is coming towards me. i need a theme for next year and nothing is coming to me. i thought that “aimless” would be one but i have goals and plots for the next year.

lunch come and i go to work on the set of tarot prompts. here’s my questions for the day:

“What am I moving toward if I stay aligned with my current path? What would I move toward if I take my journey in a different direction?”

awesome! this is just what i was thinking about! let’s do this! i pull up my tarot app and got

“What am I moving toward if I stay aligned with my current path? Empress.

What would I move toward if I take my journey in a different direction? Fool.

i got called out by my fucking tarot app. cards are gonna cards, fucking hell.

and this morning i was thinking about it again. i remember after the election, someone posted on Facebook this thing of RPG classes and how they apply to fights we will have in the next administration. i thought to myself that i am going to be the fool and hermit: crack jokes, stay home, and work on myself.

Fool. Hermit? what are those cards called in the Starman Tarot? The Sacred Clown and The Alien. could i be the sacred alien-

Sacred Opossum.

Sacred Opossum. my first thought it was perfect and so fucking stupid at the same time. the more i think about it, the more i love it.

if the name of my witchcraft is Feral Opossum, then Sacred Opossum is very much the path i want next year to be.