Psychic reading: Message from the cosmos.
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This is a complete psychic reading (no tarot card or any divination tool was used) intended for the souls who need it most. If this message is meant for you, your intuition will recognize it instantly—there are no coincidences here. Trust the pull of your inner compass, choose the image that speaks to your heart, and let the message unfold. Remember, the universe only speaks when you are ready to listen.
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Pile one
You are destined to walk into the unknown. There is a part of your life waiting for you in a specific city/reality, but you are paralyzed by the fear of going there. Your soul knows exactly what it is looking for and what it needs to say, yet the terror of the "unseen" holds you back. I have a Vision of the Tunnel In front of my eyes, an eternal black tunnel stretches out. Inside that darkness, there is a creature—a bird with bloody red eyes—watching you. You are wearing a deep blackish-red dress, holding a small white candle that flickers in the dark. As you walk through the tunnel, your fear becomes so overwhelming that you close your eyes and stop moving altogether. But there is truth beyond the dark that what you don't see—because your eyes are closed—is that just a few miles ahead, the tunnel ends. Waiting for you there is a beautiful sunrise over a majestic mountain. The bird with the red eyes represents your self-distrust and the fear you carry. The white candle is your remaining spark of hope. The sunrise is the peace that awaits you once you stop letting your trauma dictate your pace. But I want you to know that you are not as weak as you believe yourself to be. As a film plays before my eyes, I see two hands shuffling Tarot cards, and two Strength cards have popped up for you. This is a sign: you are far more capable than anyone else, and you are meant to push beyond your perceived limits. The Cosmos wants you to leave every fear behind. Just as stars travel through the universe without worrying about where they "belong," so should you—because you are the Cosmos. A star is destined to travel. For a star, there is no single fixed reality; instead, a star creates its own reality as it journeys through different universes and timelines. you are not a victim of your timeline or your trauma—you are the architect of a new one. The truth is, the tunnel was never meant to trap you; it was the birth canal for the person you are becoming. You’ve spent so long protecting your flickering flame in the dark that you forgot you are the sun that creates the daylight, and you no longer need to look for a hand to hold in the shadows because your own grip is the only one strong enough to pull you through. The city you fear isn't a place on a map—it is a state of mind where you finally stop apologizing for existing, realizing you are not a ghost haunting your own past, but a living miracle with the power to rewrite your entire bloodline. Every tear you dropped in that darkness didn't drown you; it watered the roots of the strength you are standing on now, and just as the universe doesn’t ask for permission to expand, you must stop asking for permission to grow beyond those who couldn't love you correctly. Let those red-eyed fears watch you walk; they are merely spectators to a glory they can never possess, because you don’t belong to the trauma, and you don’t belong to the people you've left behind—you belong to the stars. Now, blow out that small white candle and step out of the tunnel, realizing that the sunrise isn't just waiting for you at the end of the road; the sunrise is, and always has been, rising from within you.
Pile two
You aren’t in love with the person standing in front of you; you are in love with a curated ghost of your own making. You have taken a handful of their best traits, ignored the jagged edges of their reality, and built a shrine to a version of them that doesn’t actually exist. You are addicted to the potential you see in them because looking at their potential is easier than looking at your own loneliness. You’ve turned them into a mirror, and because you like the way you look when they’re reflecting you, you think that’s "love." It’s not. It’s a psychic projection—a survival tactic used to fill the hollow spaces where your own self-validation should be. You’re mourning a future with them that was never going to happen, and you’re clinging to a soul-bond that is actually just a trauma-loop. The "divine connection" you feel is often just your own nervous system firing off old signals of longing, disguised as destiny. Stop assigning "destiny" to people who are just passing through. Stop giving them the credit for the warmth you feel in your own chest. They didn’t bring that light—they just tripped the switch. The light is yours. The magic is yours. And the person you’re "missing" is a fictional character played by a human being who can’t possibly carry the weight of your expectations. Until you stop falling in love with the idea of people, you will keep breaking your own heart by trying to fit real, messy humans into the narrow, perfect boxes of your imagination. Wake up. The person you’re looking for is the one doing the looking.
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