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Welcome page - Tarot readings
In the tarot, a page belongs to an element. In this case, the element would be spirit. And as a place for tarot readings, a receptacle of spirit it is.
And the water-bearer I am, I continually pour.
For now, there are no ads, and the readings are all free. If you’d like personal reads, please contact soot@fullcirclesquared.com and you can book a time slot with me.
Whilst this is a work-in-progress, the readings may not all yet be complete, and changes to them can be expected should you regularly choose to find insight here. For now, there are 4 tarot decks in use, Osho, Pythagoras, Crowley and Nostradamus. Apart from that there are rune reads using Rune-cards and a plain and simple unreversed Rune read.
Lots more readings will appear soon. If you would like a real-person tarot read, you can get in touch with me at Janit@fullcirclesquared.com
For now, the readings are a little detailed and elaborate. The next few weeks will see edited and formatted versions in the texts.
Have a wonderful day, and happy insight!
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A coat of quotes and passing poetry
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Why thus longing, thus forever sighing
For the far off, unattained, and dim,
While the beautiful, all round thee lying,
Offers up its low perpetual hymn?
Wouldst thou listen to its gentle teaching, All thy restless yearnings it would still; Leaf and flower and laden bee are preaching.
Thine own sphere, though humble, first to fill.
Poor indeed thou must be, if around thee
Thou no ray of light and joy canst throw,
If no silken cord of love hath bound thee.
To some little world through weal and woe;
If no dear eyes thy fond love can brighten, — No fond voices answer to thine own;
If no brother's sorrow thou canst lighten
By daily sympathy and gentle tone.
Not by deeds that win the crowd's applauses, Not by works that gain thee world-renown,
Not by martyrdom or vaunted crosses, Canst thou win and wear the immortal crown.
Daily struggling, though unloved and lonely,
Every day a rich reward will give;
Thou wilt find, by hearty striving only,
And truly loving, thou canst truly live.
Dost thou revel in the rosy morning,
When all nature hails the Lord of light,
And his smile, the mountain-tops adorning,
Robes yon fragrant fields in radiance bright?
Other hands may grasp the field and forest,
Proud proprietors in pomp may shine;
But with fervent love if thou adorest, Thou art wealthier,—all the world is thine.
Yet if through earth's wide domains thou rovest,
Sighing that they are not thine alone.
Not those fair fields, but thyself thou lovest,
And their beauty and thy wealth are gone.
Nature wears the color of the spirit;
Sweetly to her worshipper she sings;
All the glow, the grace she doth inherit,
Round her trusting child she fondly flings.
"Why thus longing | Harriet Winslow Sewall