An altar flame’s flickering dance summons the esoteric guidance of an unearthly angel. Look past your whiskers, take a deep breath, and think back to the longest, darkest night of your soul. Harness this thought to the angelic being who waits patiently for you to excavate every last morsel of pain and longing. A prayer at this point would be ideal. And now, as you stand on the edge of a cliff looking out at the ocean that stretches out before you, there is nothing left to do but smile, smile, smile.
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Think about these things today: the color golden yellow, milky baby blue moonstone, music in the key of D, the verdant scent of the dankest patchouli, and the heartfelt generosity of star thistle.