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He came to me in shadow and mist, wrapped in the scent of earth and musk. His body was a fortress of sinew and power, yet his touch was as gentle as a pebble in the wind that swept over my untouched skin. I had called for healing, grounding, some union between fragments of myself,…
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It is time to take a step forward, not in surrender, not in forgiveness, but in something more dangerous. In reclamation. Before the star can shine its healing upon our hero.She is leaving The Devil’s shadow behind, but that does not mean the sound of his voice in her head has faded. It’s the chains…
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The hero stands at a crossroads, between two cards: The Devil and Temperance. She has stood before Justice, staring into the mirror of truth. She has hung in the void of The Hanged Man, her world turned upside down in search of understanding. She has surrendered to Death, letting it strip away what could no…
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Orkney has always been a land of omens, where the wind whispers truths few dare to listen to. It is a place where tides do not simply rise and fall, they call and pull, dragging the past from its shallow graves and placing it at your feet. But a sage will learn the art of…
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As we collectively have fallen into the Dark Night Of The Soul, “a spiritual, mental, emotion crisis in the journey of the meaning of life or union with god.” Sensing mother’s womb cry for salvation, still in human slumber, pages in a chivalrous story, neglecting our shadow side (our ego, that part of us that…
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The past six months have been a journey of transformation, marked by the turning of the seasons, each moment bound to the rhythm of nature itself. On the summer solstice, I left Orkney behind, banished by the greed of those who had forgotten their humanity. Homelessness followed, a time of untethered existence where the ground…
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The year began as though I were thrown into the heart of a mythic storm. Like a ship tossed in a wild, unknowable sea, I drifted rudderless, battered, and worn, feeling I could sink at any time. The winds howled fears that gnawed at my sanity as the waves crashed with the weight of loss.…
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It has been six years now, Mama. Five years since the day life shifted, since the moment you slipped away so suddenly, leaving behind a silence that felt impossibly vast. The pain of losing you was sharp and unbearable at first, like walking through a storm without shelter. But as the years have passed, I’ve…
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Two months now, I’ve been back on these windswept Orkney Islands, with hail clattering against the windows and snow whispering its icy secrets into the night. The days have been long and strange, filled with waiting. I’m still somewhat camping, a nomad between hearths, as I anticipate the day I’ll receive the keys to my…
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It’s an odd world. We are odd beings, capable of such incredible things. Yet, as we are able to forgive others and love others unconditionally, we struggle to love and forgive ourselves. There’s an odd magic in this world. The way beauty hides in plain sight, like a secret waiting for the right eyes to…
Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens 