easily i approach.

The Seven of Swords is tied to the Five of Swords because both cards involve separation from others. On the Seven we see a man tiptoeing away from society (the colorful pavilions). He's taken some swords and seems rather pleased with his successful heist. He gives the impression of having secret, solitary plans.

This card sometimes represents the "lone-wolf" style - the desire to run lone and free. In films, the lone-wolf hero always acts totally on his own. He discovers, investigates and solves every problem using only his own wits and resources. He believes he's successful because he ignores the fumbling efforts of ordinary people.

In readings, the Seven of Swords can be a sign that you or someone else wants to be a lone wolf. You feel that you will be more effective and comfortable on your own. This approach is useful when you need to bypass an ineffectual group or assert your independence, but it can also be troubling. We cannot be happy and productive for long without some commitment to others. If you feel inclined to act alone, be sure this isolation is really working for you.

Always the loner I am, but even more so lately have I felt the need to "dap yo ass now and go pray for yo ass later"...so to speak. No shade, but there's room for only one mf on this cross. Hard enough allowing the old self to die and resurrecting the Truth. It's not my job to play the thorn bird picking at others' brambles.

Yeah I know...I'm code talking again. But those who have ears will hear this shit and feel me.

Like any panther person worth her weight in gold, I find myself cat scanning folks. Is you is or is you ain't somebody I can trust? And when I say trust I mean, can I trust that you will see me for the one I AM, or merely the human I appear to be? Can I trust that you are self-aware enough to real eyes that your issues/problem aren't mine to own or solve and I am certainly NOT the repository for negative thoughts and malicious gossip?

Don't answer, cause I already know. Intuitive like that and shit. And soon you'll know, because if I feel like you're fucking with my vibratory levels, you will be pushed way down on my totem pole. Mayhap one or two notches above cockroaches and other pestilence.

I won't say anything though...cause I'm crafty like that. Whuat.

Ha. The inner Isis is no joke. I've put her off as long as I can to make others comfortable and quite simply; She-Ra grows bored with the status quo. Crawling out of her fuckinG skin around people who just.don't.get.it. Absolutely no tolerance for fake ones and sideline haters cause yeah...I may be all Pollyanna with mine but I'm not at all foolish. I see you all the time. Every day. In every subconscious or deliberate way that you may attempt to knock me off my swagger.

And here's where the compassion comes in, because I feel for your type. Insides so muddled and muddy that you have no choice but to project the dark. I understand that whole moth thing, but I would advise you not to meet the same fate as those with the gumption to approach fire with no protection. You need flame-retardant clothing to withstand the heat I'm giving off. And if you ain't ready for the truth I'm spitting, you might just need a gas mask.

But then again...why am I wasting my time talking about it? Hell, I'm already in the streets with it.

I guess I'm just nice enough to give fair warning:

Gird.thy.loins.

Posted by Lisa at April 2, 2008 03:45 PM