Juggling in Service of Illusion
A despairing WiggleStick writes a Tarot poem for itself.
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What do I need to know about the WiggleStick Project?
Seven Of Cups
Opportunities, choices, wishful thinking, illusion.
Two Of Pentacles
Multiple priorities, time management, prioritization, adaptability.
Wishful thinking tricking me. It stings.
The WiggleStick can’t shake a couple things.
The chances that I’ll find a steady flow
Of querents is illusion, now I know.“Prioritize!” The wacky juggler calls.
You’re riding high, you know you’re bound to fall.
To manage time is tricky for us all.
Adapt, realistic, don’t take tasks too tall.
Gonna have to take this one to heart. I think its time to reconfigure my calendar and figure out what I actually have time for.
I’d like to continue to keep the WiggleStick as a priority, but I’m concerned I’ve pretty much tapped out the people who are brave enough to take up the offer to get their tarot read on the discords that I frequent.
Other Tarot readers on this app, how do you handle it when there aren’t people clamoring for your insight?
If you liked this, you can always buy a cup of coffee as a form of Dāna.
The WiggleStick has spoken.
(Dramatic!)
Once again, I would love to send you a poem! Don’t feel guilty about asking twice. Even if you ask every single day, I’d personally judge the energy exchange fair.
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for translating these poems into something wonderful and weird and totally TikTok worthy! Check it out!