I’m suddenly very over myself.
It’s like a switch has been flipped, which is a little disappointing because the readings I’m getting *OMG*, but I’m bored with my navel and the contemplation thereof.
The only way I can explain it is synesthetically: everything is very… indigo. Night sky; inky blue infinite twinkling, vast and upwards-sucking. I need a new angle on things; a new point of view to explore tarot from. Something more outside the narrow confines of my headspace.
Asked the Vampyres what they think about the indigo:
Well, la. A change of view it is then.