Lynn's Shadow Tarot

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08/27/2025

Turns out, adulthood really is just one thing after another.

08/22/2025

Shadow Tarot Readings
available if anyone is interested.

Reg reading 15$ 30min
Shadow reading 30$ for an hour.

08/21/2025

To be trustworthy, yet not to trust, is a vital lesson.
Learned early, it becomes clear that those who seem concerned with your happiness are often predators in disguise. Teeth of steel clamp ferociously on the lifeline of existence, gnawing and tearing, unrelenting, slashing away at your fears and hopes, patiently waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
The face of evil hides behind masks. Growls translate effortlessly into smiles; malice camouflaged as love, cruelty veiled in warmth. The demon flourishes. Inconspicuously, the predator sets a mesmerizing trap. Hypnotic dreams become reality, illusions weaving you deeper into darkness.
You follow the sound of laughter, plunging further into the caverns. Barrages of warmth and understanding cascade around you, offering peace—but it is a ruse. Behind it lies devastation. Scars run deep, hidden among fallen truths captured in false Nirvana. The illusionist feeds again and again on the trusting, ensnaring them with beauty, magic, love, and happiness.
Warnings scream around you, desperate to be heard, but you press onward, deeper into the trap. You tumble into the embrace of hell—winds tearing, bruises forming, standing alone amid chaos. The horror of the snare explodes around you. Escape comes too late. Pleas fall on deaf ears. Your screams are a feast for the predator, your fear a symphony of pleasure to his lips.
He desires your body, your mind, your soul. The trick, perfectly executed, takes only seconds to reap its rewards. Once trapped, you scratch and claw to no avail, sinking deeper into the pit of insanity. Sense of self erodes as you retreat into the sanctuary of your mind—the last fragile refuge.
Survival becomes a faint hope. The creature, pale and merciless, drains all life from you before releasing its mark. You sit, weeping, a trail of anguish carved deep into your being. Guilt crashes through with every breath. Truth is scarce, and desperation claws at your soul.
Fear, agony, resentment fill your veins. They consume your warmth, extinguish hope. Alone, with no one to turn to, you try to stand. The world tosses you down, smiling at your struggle. You claw forward anyway, compelled by the will to survive. The tainted scent of your flesh awakens dormant beasts, the corrupt fragrance signaling the next hunt.
They seek you endlessly, your very being their prey. Your body weakens, brittle, fear gripping relentlessly. Even dreams become hunting grounds. Your only escape lies within your mind—a fragile sanctuary. But the risk is high. Inside, you feel nothing: no peer, no pain, no fear. Only emptiness.

08/20/2025

The devil went down to Eden.
He was looking for trouble to give when he came upon a female naked and sitting alone.
"How do you do?"
He asks as he slithers towards her feet. She glared at him unsure of what to say, for she had never seen a creature like him here before.
Slowly he positioned himself at her feet and soothingly asks her for something to eat.
She spreads her hands to show him she had nothing to give, eyeing him carefully as she did.
He tilts his head up and stares at the fruit shimmering above.
"That'll do" he says 'one for me and one for you."
The woman she tenses into a ball,
'Oh we must not eat from there not even when it falls.'
She spoke barely above a whisper. Perplexed He c***s his head and asks. 'Why not? Isn't it here for the taking"
She looks above and with a sigh she explains.
"We are not allowed to eat this fruit, that bares knowledge for then we will surely die.'
Slowly She lowers her head to face this odd creature that lay at her feet.
"Our father has ordered. So I must obey." Considering this he lays still and ponders at what she said.
Finally, he asks her, 'child What is your name?"
"Eve, sir", she replied "by what name do I call you? "
'They don't call me anything of value. So you may call me anything you wish", he replies as he slithers closer to her side.
She sits and says nothing because nothing comes to mind.
She had no name to give a creature of this kind.
Interrupting the silence that filled the air. He asks her, "why would knowledge be such a terrible thing?"
Shrugging her shoulders, She knew not the answer, so remained as silent as before. Giving it a thought he grumbled and said
" I have not been told to leave the fruit alone, so maybe it'll be okay if I eat one."
He slithered away a few feet from where she sat and gobbled up the fruit as she said,
"You are right, small one, you were never told so maybe you could tell me the secret It holds. "
Curiosity arose quickly in her eyes. As she watched him eat it whole.
she watched him intently to see if he'd changed. moment by moment she waited and stared.
"Why are you staring, you poor foolish girl it is only fruit, eat and be full.'
"what else did you expect to see? For me to grow legs and jump into a tree?
I do say someone has not been entirely truthful with you. I am not ill or even dead from eating this fruit from this deadly tree." " No, it can't be" she rushes her breath.
" A change you will see if you eat from the tree. "
He slithers back to her feet and gazes at her with worry in his eyes.
" Why such a sad confused look, child. Try it yourself and you will see no ill or death will happen to you. You'll just be happy and full."
Biting her lip, she glances from him to the fruit. She'd always wanted to taste it, but she'd never been that bold. Given the creature one last glance, she smiles. Thinking what would be the harm? She reaches for a fresh one. It glistens and it gleams such a beautiful ware.
He nods his head encouraging her as he smiles at her.
"Eat and be full, have no fear. It is no different than any other fruit that is here. Have some faith in yourself and all else will amazingly fall into place. "
Smiling she sighs, "you're right. I should not fear such a silly thing. Maybe father was mistaken, how can such beauty be bad or distasteful?"
With that, she took a great bite laying back as she chewed the sweetness fills her senses and her body began to tingle.
"How wonderful this is" she exclaims excitedly.
to be continued.....
LLove

08/20/2025

Drowning inside myself. Nowhere to turn. Darkness falls, thick and suffocating. I can’t see. I struggle, clawing at the invisible walls, desperate to be free. Cold wraps its arms around me, crushing, relentless.
“Scream,” I whisper. “Someone… anyone…” But no one comes.
I reach, groping for a glimmer—a flicker of light, a pathway out of this pit—but every corner twists into shadows. The darkness grabs, drags. Cold, dead hands of nightmares past wrap around me, clutching at my body, pulling me deeper. I fight. I run. Nowhere to go.
I am trapped. Beasts from hell circle me, their growls rattling my bones. Panic blooms. I can’t breathe. I collapse to the ground, curling in on myself, trying to make myself small enough to disappear. The laughter of demons fills my ears.
One moment of courage—gone. Fear spreads, relentless. The darkness presses closer. I shiver. My chest tightens. I am almost gone.
But… somewhere, deep inside, a tiny flicker remains. A fragile pulse. A whisper of hope. I cling to it. Not much, but enough to keep fighting. Enough to keep searching. Enough to survive… somehow.
LLove

08/19/2025

The wood is stacked.
The pyre is ready.
They drag her.
She doesn't fight.
​Accusations and judgment
hit her mind, body, and soul,
creating a numbness she craved.
​They tie her hands.
She shows no fear.
​As the fire is lit,
one single tear
falls from her cheek.
​Broken, she stands,
her head held high.
They have finally defeated her.
Now they will watch her burn.
​A circle begins to form—
friends, family,
those she loved,
milling around,
watching as the fire blazes closer.
Her head held high,
she looks them all in the eyes.
​Let the fire burn her,
her pain finally released.
The fire rages as she burns,
and not a sound does she make.
​From the ashes of a phoenix
rises a dragon
whose fire will sear your soul,
with no emotion, no compassion.
Raw Dragon Fire.

08/19/2025

Pretending your fine, only makes everyone else more comfortable.

08/19/2025

They say true strength the ability handle whatever life throws at you.
Its really just forcing yourself to keep moving, forcing a smile, an occasional laugh and I cheerful mood knowing that everything in you is broke and your forcing yourself to care, cause 5he numbness is taking over.