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looking for a tarot community

if my religion were anything, it would be colored with rider-waite tarot cards all over it. i think tarot is an ocean of interesting knowledges culminating in an engaging divination technique. does anyone know a community either on the internet or discord for tarot? i was a reader on 4 chan. (WSBL) a year ago, but i moved and my group home is permabanned. i hear reddit is viable, is this the best alternative? btw, the 4chan /div/ general has pretty good readers i think

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this i seek

sweet reliquarie

the swan song

of my own past ghostlies

the ghostly moons

the ghostly hours

between the sunlit brightened light

in the dusks and twilit few minutes

in the vast chasm where stars confound

and make an ocean

of that blue sound

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this is my mom, Rosemary. she does 2 podcasts, and i think she finds unique people to talk to. I have ideas that could improve it, but this is the first episode where she introduces herself.

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Journey Through Time

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I already have a livejournal with collections on my notes to remind me and for an ongoing analysis of my cosmology, however it is not an explanation written down of things I have thought, their order, nor their nature. This will be a post to summarize the nature of the tale.

For one reason or another, I thought at one point that there were dead celebrities being brought back to life/kept alive in an underground bunker in Australia. I also thought that aliens had a base linked to an under the ocean compound in Buenos Aires. At the same time I believed that the illuminati had a hidden university somewhere in the Black Forest in Europe, and that it was in a castle like Hogwarts, and hidden by magic.

I suppose I thought these three things because I had been talking to them in my head, and when you talk to someone in your head, you then assume they also exist somewhere in the world.

After I was raped by Judy Garland, I started inviting people I knew to a school in the afterlife, or next plane higher than this one. It was a place of my own invention and looked like the cover of Hollywood Undead's album "Swan Song"

I dealt with the inter personal politics of the nature of having people come to a party that would never end, and I also was meeting a lot of them for the first time.

There was also a House that kept growing bigger and bigger in Paris before this, But I don't really know where or when that started and ended.

We moved locales and gradually went to higher and higher planes, until I started to remember the nature of past heavens and my own soul's past. That is a different post.