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athenodora-sulpicia-writer · 1 year

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The Clairvoyant's White Witch- Part 2

A/N: This is part two to my Vanessa Ives story, I hope you all like it as much as the first part, it’s a bit slow but definitely sweet.

Warning(s): None

I saw the fear wash over Vanessa, the way she stiffened at my words and suddenly, regardless of how close we sat, I know felt a thousand miles away from her.

It was the words 'Witch' that had caused such fear, I wasn't idle minded, I knew what that word meant when the recipient understood the context behind it and clearly Miss Ive's did.

"Why now? You haven't plagued for all these weeks," She began to ask me, her voice hard a steel and I could tell when she said the word 'you' she didn't mean just me, she meant more than one person. "Was it to taunt me further? Distract me with Mina so that I'd forget you were there?"

Now she was standing and backing away from me, placing herself at the far end of the fire place, creating a distance to make herself feel safer.

"Miss Ives I assure you, that whatever creatures have plagued in the past, that I am not one of them. I am a White Witch not a nightwalker, I have no scars to show, I was born the way I am with the duty to help other and that's what I intend to do for you."

My tone was firm and assuring, I knew she'd only reason with me if I came a cross as such and though I remained in my previous position sat on the couch, It seemed that I may have been successful in making ravenette believe me, if only to a certain extent.

"How do I know this to be true, what proof do you have to show me for me to believe such a thing." Miss Ives had stepped out from behind the far end of the fireplace and in doing so had taken a step towards, though I began to wonder what proof I had that I could show her.

There wasn't much I could show her, not now, not at this hour. It was the nighttime and that was when Night Walkers thrived, I was more akin to a Day Walker and so my strength lay in the light of day, not in the darkness of night.

I sat there wondering what I could do, what I could possibly show her to prove that I had no ill intent but I need to think of something quickly, I could see how her patience was beginning to grow thin. The first thing that came to mind, was the birthmark I had on my right shoulder blade, a pair of angel wings, but that would take to long to show and even then I don't think Miss Ives would believe me.

What to do? I thought to myself until an idea finally came to me, there was one thing I could do at night, though began to worry that it wouldn't be enough to convince her but right now it would have to make do.

"Do have anything made of glass that's see through but not easily broken?" I then asked Miss Ives, using a careful tone so as not to push her to far.

Within a moment of contemplation she then cautiously began to walk away from the fireplace entirely and our of my line of site. I know though that she hadn't left the room as there was no sound of a door being opened and closed, which meant she hopefully grabbing what I request from behind.

Regardless of knowing that Miss Ives was still in the room I made no effort to move and turn around to find her exact location. I knew I didn't need to and for some peculiar reason I felt that I could trust her, more than I possibly should.

"Here!" She announced coming back over with an object in hand, before thrusting it out in front of me. I looked over the item before taking it making sure that it was what I needed and thankfully it was.

The ravenette had handed what exactly what I had described, it was a lantern with glass panels, a brass gold top and bottom, with little stars cut out from the top it. Yes, this would do perfectly.

"Just a word of caution Miss Ives, don't be frightened by what you see," I knew that I needn't say such a thing the intellectual woman but it was as if the sentence had been programmed into me and made it compulsory to say.

"Very little frightens me these days, Miss Damar," She spoke my name with a hint of venom as she folded her arms in front of chest waiting. I only hoped that once she saw that I was telling the truth, that the malice she had for me would become non-existent.

Then, as I knew that sentence would be my confirmation to begin, I opened the tiny glass door on the lantern and then held out my hand towards the fire. Before I did anything though I placed, the lantern down on a table that sat by me and then looking over to Miss Ives I smiled at her before I began.

With the hand that was outstretched towards the fire, I began to slowly curl my fingers back, urging an ember from the flame to come and play. It a moment but very quickly a small ember of fire no bigger than a gold ball, came floating out from the fire and towards my hand.

Once the ember of orange flame had come to rest on the palm of my hand, I looked up to where Miss Ives stood, her face showing little emotion though I could see the slight surprise in her eyes.

My gaze remained focus on Miss Ives as her's was on me and with the ember in my hand I placed it inside the little lantern with the stars and closed its small door.

"Miss Ives, will you come sit down please?" i asked her kindly, patting the spot next to me on the couch, my smile never faltering. She then looked at me as if to say that she didn't want to and that even still she didn't trust me. Though it seemed something in her had finally relented as she did eventually take up the offered seat.

"How is this supposed to prove anything?" She asked me skeptically, still keeping at least some distance between us on the couch.

"You know it does Miss Ives" I began to say, "Don't try and so say it doesn't, you know fully well that if I were a Night Walker Witch, that with that little ember this entire building would set a flame and you'd already be lost."

She knew that what i said was the truth and soon after she was able to ease the battle inside for her, I saw how her body relaxed and I then decided and I could have fun with her.

"Now come closer, this next bit is when the magic truly starts," I spoke to her excitedly, gesturing for her to come and sit closer to me so I could show her something truly magical.

Eagerness and excitement must have convinced her that it was alright as she was now sitting beside me, waiting for me to show her what I had promised.

with Miss Ives beside me, I gave her a final smile before swiftly twisting my wrist and hand, extinguishing the fireplace completely and now the only light in the room, was the little lantern and its ember.

Though how Vanessa flinched in her seat once the fire went out, didn't go unnoticed by me and to reassure her that she was safe, I shuffled closer to her side, our bodies now touching and with my right hand I began to brighten the ember.

I watched how transfixed Miss Ives was on the source of the light, that I couldn't have her missing out on the best part. "Miss Ives," I said quietly gently tapping her on the shoulder and then she turned to face me.

"Look up," And I pointed to the ceiling and she soon followed my gaze upwards.

I heard the audible gasp, at what she saw, first and then she said "It's beautiful," And I couldn't help but smile longingly and wantingly at her as she admired my handy work.

As what shone upon the ceiling weren't only the simply cut out of stars, but the entire universe cast out in an orange glow for all to see and Miss Ives had called it beautiful and yet the only beautiful thing I saw was her.

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constantcrisis19 · 1 year

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Hell Is Empty - Part 1

Billy Hargrove x GN S/O

AN: I wanna start off by saying that this is going to be an AU. Also wanna warn people that this is gonna be a pretty dark series, the story takes place in modern day with Billy already dead, having died at 17 in 1984. So if the premise interests you, I encourage you to check it out. More in depth warnings below.

Word Count: 2,796

Warnings: Major character death, child abuse, murder, graphic depictions of violence, alcoholism, bittersweet ending.

You reluctantly switched your foot to the brake pedal to slow the car as you cruised by the old, fenced in property, nervously eyeing the silhouette of the building against the indigo sky, grimacing at the ominous sight.

You had somehow been coerced into visiting the rotting house on Cherry Lane during a party that Tara had thrown at her place, the deafening chants of encouragement and copious amounts of alcohol making you fold like a paper man.

You figured that you and the brave volunteers that offered to accompany you would check out the house and maybe poke around a little until everyone inevitably got bored when they realized that all the rumors about the house were just ghost stories and superstition, but now that you were here, you were starting to regret ever bending to peer pressure and saying yes.

Even Tara’s earlier assurance that she’d already been there once before without incident was beginning to feel less comforting, the entire property looked like a case of tetanus waiting to happen.

Thankfully, because it had been getting late, you had the frame of mind to take yourself and the four other teens who had decided to accept the dare make a quick pit stop at the hardware store in order to buy some cheap plastic flashlights.

You made sure to park a couple of blocks down so that the car wouldn’t be found by any police that might patrol the area because of the stories that circulated around town. It was no secret that the house was a kind of hotspot for thrill seekers and trespassing delinquents alike and not even the amount of people who went missing upon entering the property seemed to be a deterrent.

You carefully made your way up to the fence that surrounded the property, making sure to keep an eye out for approaching headlights as you scaled the chain link and dropping down onto the tall, unkempt grass, brushing your hands off on your jeans before directing the beam of your flashlight toward the house while you waited for the others to join you.

Though, even with his flashlight, you couldn't see a whole lot of detail, but as you moved closer, you noted that the place was just as people had described. A two story house with dusty windows and peeling white paint on the dirty, time-worn walls.

It had clearly been abandoned decades ago, the building left to rot away.

Once you were all through, Mason boldly took the lead, passing you in order to approach the front of the house. Your stomach dropped to your feet as you tracked his progress, the hair on the base of your neck rising as you suddenly became aware of the distinct feeling of being watched.

You glanced around, hoping to find the culprit among your small group, but was uneasy once seeing all of them bickering by the front door and facing away from you. You turned your attention to the opaque windows, doing a double take when you thought that you saw a silhouette standing there.

You were startled by a loud crack, whipping around to look for the source of the sound only to sigh a breath of relief when you realized that it was just one of your idiot friends noisily breaking the rusted padlock that was meant to keep people out of the house.

You looked back up at the same window, your brows furrowing in equal parts confusion and worry when the humanoid shadow you saw was nowhere to be seen, and you wrote the entire thing off as a result of the creepy atmosphere making you paranoid.

You stood in front of the looming building, your feet feeling like they were weighed down by lead as you stared at the house, hesitant to enter. You startled when Mason abruptly whistled to get your attention, waiting until you were looking at him before beckoning you to follow the rest of them inside.

Your throat clicked when you swallowed, trying to shake off the feeling of dread, and marched through the doorway of the ramshackle house with a confidence that you certainly didn’t feel.

The first thing you noticed upon stepping inside was how cold the interior of the house was compared to the humid air outside. It was currently mid July, so despite how late it was, it still felt pretty warm. And yet, despite what logic would dictate, the house felt like someone had left the air conditioning on all day, which should’ve been impossible.

“Hey, isn’t it cold in here?” You pointed out nervously, trying to share your concerns with the others as you crept further into the dilapidated house, but either no one else noticed or no one cared because Tara rolled her eyes while Mason made a dismissive noise.

“Quit reading too much into it. The house is old and drafty.” Was Mason’s flippant response before the subject was promptly dropped. Though, regardless of the fact that the others had brushed off the unnatural chill, you stayed apprehensive about the whole thing.

The five of you came to a stop only a few yards from the front door -which you had deliberately left wide open- which was kinda at a crossroads, right in the center of the entrances to the living room, second floor and basement.

You took in your surroundings, panning your flashlight across the room and taking special note of the cracked door to your left, the space beyond dropping into a black abyss that your flashlight couldn’t seem to penetrate.

The room gave you a bad feeling that you couldn’t ignore, no matter how hard you tried.

“Everyone but Y/n, turn off your lights.” Tara commanded and there was a moment of hesitation among the group before Mason sighed and flicked his source of light off, the rest following his example until only yours was left, the soft glow helping to create an eerie atmosphere.

Tara motioned for you to aim the beam at her and you complied, the shadows cast across her face making her look incredibly sinister.

“Believe it or not, this house actually used to be occupied just a little over thirty-five years ago.” Tara began, drawing the attention of everyone in the room with her statement. “This dump looks much older than that though, doesn't it? It’s because of what happened here that the older folks refuse to go near here.”

You felt a bolt of ice crawl down your spine, and somehow you knew that this wasn’t just some campfire ghost story, she was telling the truth. There was just something inherently off about this place, causing you to once again question what the hell you were doing there.

Inebriated or not, you still had a sense of self-preservation.

“There was a teenage boy -not much older than us- who used to live here with his drunken father. He had a reputation for being a violent delinquent and was kind of a loner at school because of it.” She began, seeming to take pleasure in the group’s growing disquiet. “He would always show up with bruises and broken bones, but he brushed off any questions with stories of getting into fights or being clumsy on the rare occasion that an adult asked about them.”

“Of course, all of them knew that he was lying through his teeth, but they just didn’t care enough to do anything about it. He was already disliked among most of the school, so his situation was just ignored by the community.” She shrugged and her words struck a chord with you. You knew a little something about fading into the background.

You flinched when you heard a loud creak that originated from deep within the house, the sound catching you all off-guard. You all collectively startled at the noise, heads whipping around to try and identify the source as Tara gave a nervous laugh, stuttering through her next sentence.

“One day he just...didn't come to school and over a week passed before anyone bothered to look into his disappearance. When the police finally stopped by his house, what they discovered was the most horrifying thing they'd ever seen.”

You heard Nicole -who was standing next to you- audibly swallow, Jade shuffling closer to her boyfriend Mason, the oppressive tension winding tighter and tighter until it felt like a noose around your throat, constricting your airway.

“You see, the father owned a wood chipper that he would rent out. When it wasn’t in use he kept it stored away in the basement since there was a garage door there that made it easy for him to take it out when he needed it.” Tara continued as her gaze anxiously flicked over to the room on her left, and you felt your stomach churn, the acidic burn of bile rising to the back of your throat.

You had the feeling that you knew where the story was going and it was nowhere good.

“The teen’s dad had gone too far one day, beating the teen to death before disposing of the body in the wood chipper out back.” Tara’s smile was bitter-sweet at the various horrified reactions you all gave her before letting the other shoe drop. “At least, the father believed that he'd beaten the boy to death. In his drunken haze the man didn't realize -or just didn't care- that his son was actually still breathing. Poor kid was just unconscious.”

Your eyes widened, your breaths coming faster as your hands began to shake, making the beam of your flashlight subtly wobble. Your vision blurred with the threat of tears and you lifted a hand in order to rub at your face, hoping to clear your vision and giving you a moment to collect yourself.

You could only hope that the teen had stayed knocked out throughout the whole process, though that horrible little voice in the back of your head argued that -if his father had been half as sadistic as Tina’s story implied- then the man more than likely put the teen in feet-first and no one would be able to remain unconscious through the utter agony of being torn to shreds.

A distant bang startled the group, your head whipping around to look at the cracked door fast enough to leave you dizzy, simultaneously turning your meager beam of light to the basement door. You stubbornly kept your eyes locked onto the door even as Tara kept talking.

“With no evidence of any wrongdoing -and a lot of rumored hush money- the father got away with murder and the wood chipper was left to rust, never to be used again. And that's where it is. Just beyond that door are the steps leading into the basement where the murder weapon is.” Her voice was low and chilling, nearly a whisper as she directed a perfectly manicured finger at the door that you were currently staring at.

“But the legend doesn't end there. It’s said that the father went mad. Whether the insanity stemmed from grief or guilt or something else entirely, no one knew but it’s said that he would rant and rave to anyone who would listen about hearing footsteps every night, the voice of his son whispering to him and trying to lure him down into the basement.”

Your free hand darted up to rub at the back of your neck in an attempt to ease the way that the sensitive skin there prickled when Tara paused for maximum dramatic effect, the other girl taking a deep breath -as if she were bracing herself- before speaking again.

“And that’s where the father was discovered. Well...what was left of him.”

You could tell that the others were getting as nervous and paranoid as you the longer that you all stayed in the house and listened to Tara’s appalling story. Which, by itself, would’ve been more than enough to put everyone on edge, so the oppressive atmosphere that surrounded you was decidedly not helping.

It felt dark, angry and cold, almost as if the house itself were alive and furious on the dead teen’s behalf.

Seemingly oblivious to the threatening aura around them, Tara valiantly soldiered on through the rest of the tale. “Then one night, the father -worn down from his son’s endless torment- finally caved and joined his son in the basement, where he was then forced to go through the same thing that had been done to the teen, only the vengeful spirit made sure that drunk bastard stayed awake.”

“And all that was left of the man when the police finally went to investigate his sudden disappearance, was the gore-splattered wall of the basement. Though the town kept it quiet, turning the entire thing into a scary story people tell their children when they’re misbehaving.” She said, her voice soft and careful as if she were worried about someone listening in.

You opened your mouth to suggest cutting this little meeting short in order to leave when you noticed movement in the beam of his flashlight, your jaw snapping shut with an audible click. And, to everyone’s utter horror, the door to the fucking basement began to slowly creak open.

All of you froze like a deer in headlights, the room’s temperature dropping to arctic levels when a tan hand wrapped around the edge of the frame, wild blond curls coming into view as the figure began to lean out of the doorway.

Tara’s face blanched of color, eyes widening as she recognized who or what was standing in the door frame. The teen had a curly blond mullet and piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow unnaturally in the shadows as his gaze raked over each of you, sizing you up.

Or memorizing your faces. A voice in the back of your head unhelpfully whispered.

You could feel your hands begin to tremble and you curled your free one into a fist as the other one clutched the flashlight like a lifeline. Using your desperate grip to ground you against the odd aura he exuded, you felt like you were drowning under the disorienting mix of instincts simultaneously telling you to run away and move closer.

And despite the fact that you were the closest to the basement entrance, the blond’s didn't even acknowledge your existence, instead his sole focus was on Tara. A wide grin stretched across his face, twisting his handsome features into something nightmarish as he practically preened under everyone’s blatant fear of him.

The teen never once spoke, just silently lifted a hand to crook a finger at Tara, beckoning her to follow him and -to your utter shock- she did. Seemingly satisfied, the blond disappeared back into the darkness, leaving Tara to follow after him.

Her movements were jerky and awkward, as if she were a marionette being controlled by invisible strings, her eyes panicked as she moved toward the basement door.

You didn’t move to help because you simply couldn’t. It was as if your feet had grown roots, tethering you to the floor so you could do nothing but watch as Tara voluntarily walked to her death.

The girl sobbed as she passed through the open doorway and out of view, forcing you to rely on your hearing to track her footsteps as he descended the stairs. A few short seconds -that felt like an eternity- Tara let loose a blood-curdling scream, followed swiftly by the sound of blows landing and slurs being yelled out over her agonized cries.

Yet...no one moved.

It wasn’t until the wood chipper roared to life that you were suddenly free from whatever had held you in place, the four of you that could get away sprinting out of the house in a panic.

Though, because you were the furthest away from the exit, you couldn’t leave fast enough to be spared the worst of it. The screams of your friend rang out above the deafening rumble of the machine -shrill and terrified- before abruptly cutting off, ugly wet sounds taking its place.

You burst out the front door just in time to see Mason help Jade over the fencing, the former reaching the top of the chain link barrier as you hit the fence, causing the metal to rattle, before you begin to climb.

You dropped down to the other side and hit the ground running, following the retreating backs of the others as you made the long sprint several blocks back to the car, your shaking hands fumbling to get the keys out and unlock the doors to let everyone to themselves in before hitting the gas and putting the old house on Cherry Lane in your rear view mirror.

#stranger things #billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #alternate universe #modern au #au #ghost billy #clairvoyant reader #seriously #heed the warnings #tw: major character death #tw: murder #tw: violent death #tw: violence #tw: abuse #this is gonna be a sad one guys #I'm depressed and now you can be depressed with me #lol

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deerbornintuitive · 2 years

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Learn About Auras

Everything in our universe is made up of energy. As living beings, we generate our own personal electromagnetic field— the aura. Animals and plants possess their own auras, too! Even inanimate objects carry energy and can have their own aura. Across history and multiple cultures, energy has gone by names such as: Qi, Prana, Soul, Life Force, Pneuma, Holy Spirit.

The aura is the energetic body created around a physical body, by energies both within and around the body. It can be made up of many different colors (below we will go into basic meanings). This can be seen around the body as a luminous glow. The aura acts as your energetic shell, regulating your system and protecting you. Your auric energy can extend anywhere from centimeters to feet away from your body.

When I read your aura, it appears similar to a colorful, glow-y mist around you. A Clairvoyant can see the aura, either in their mind’s eye or with the naked eye. A Clairsentient can feel and manipulate the aura. A Claircognizant has a knowing of the energy in the aura, like a download. A Clairaudient can perceive the aura as musical tones and sound frequencies. In everyday life, many people usually sense a person's aura as their 'vibe'.

Your Aura

Your dominant aura color generally remains the same for a period of time; anywhere between a few months to many decades. Other colors can come and go in as little as a few seconds. Shifts occur naturally throughout a person's life.

Different colors and patterns can indicate different things, such as: your personality type, personal tendencies, habits, karmic patterns, and your soul purpose. Features reveal emotions, health, needs, even potential obstacles you may soon face.

Aura readings are helpful whether you're feeling stuck and unsure, or just want to learn more about your aura for fun! They're an amazing tool for self exploration and your personal healing journey. They offer you a chance to reflect on your current thoughts and emotions, enabling you to live more authentically. My aura readings shine a new light on all that there is to love about you, with guidance for obstacles and insights from Spirit.

Basic Dominant Color Interpretations:

The below meanings are based on information gathered in my own life and through my studies of the human aura.

Pink: Relates to the heart chakra. The kindest and sweetest of the auras. They are full of love and driven by compassion. They care deeply about the people, animals, and even plants in their life. They're thoughtful and extremely giving. Pinks enjoy beautiful and eye-pleasing things, and because of this, they take lots of pride in their appearance.

Magenta:Relates to crown and root chakras. They're individualistic and unafraid to stand out from the crowd. People see the magenta aura bearer as quirky and youthful. They uplift those around them just by being who they are. Magentas make their own way, and ignores anyone who tells them they can't do something. They find unconventional ways to accomplish their goals.

Red: Relates to the root chakra. Ruled by logic and the material world; very grounded in the now. They enjoy working with their hands, and learn best by doing. They're action-oriented. People know they can rely on a red aura bearer. Reds typically have strong opinions. Their minds are not easily changed, even when presented with evidence and facts.

Orange: Relates to the sacral chakra. Active and physical people, very action-oriented. They enjoy testing their personal limits and setting new records for themselves. They appreciate a challenge. They can be at times too competitive. Orange aura bearers like to move their bodies and can be fidgety.

Yellow: Relates to the solar plexus chakra. Intellectual with strong mental energies. They’re most prone to rapid, excessive thoughts. This is a very youthful and at times even immature energy. Yellow aura bearers generally do not act, feel, or look their age. They're free-spirited and look for ways to make things fun. They feel best when they can share their happiness with others.

Brown: Relates to the root chakra. They're the most down-to-earth of the auras. They're deeply connected to nature, plants, and animals. They require time outdoors to feel their best. They care deeply about the environment. Browns have a warm presence. They're nurturing and caring, but usually keep their own feelings to themselves.

Green: Relates to the heart chakra. Very caring and compassionate individuals. Always supportive of others. They feel a calling to help others in any way they can. Greens also love to learn and read. They enjoy sharing their knowledge with people. They're usually organized, making lists or an outline of their plan before taking action. Greens tend to be the most sociable of the aura colors.

Turquoise: Relates to the heart and throat chakras. Healers and supporters. They use the wisdom gained through their life experiences to assist people in their own journeys. Sensitive, but carry themselves with tremendous strength.

Blue: Relates to the throat chakra. Expressive, and they do so with honesty. They have a talent for communicating with clarity. They are connected with creative expression, often writers or singers. Blues tend to be more introverted, with a quiet confidence. Blues are sensitive, and will too easily pick up energies that aren't their own, causing fatigue or exhaustion. They must be mindful of their boundaries.

Indigo: Relates to the third eye chakra. Very sensitive individuals, both emotionally and psychically. Highly intuitive abilities, with a well of wisdom. They're often into the occult or spiritualism. They are imaginative and artistic. People would describe the Indigo as an 'Old Soul' or a 'Star Child'.

Purple: Relates to the crown chakra. Purples bring about positive changes in the world. They are passionate about justice and social changes. They too often walk the most difficult paths in life. They have strong empathy and a sense for the energies around them. Purples require freedom to do as they please and work as they are motivated.

White: White auras typically are seen on newborns, or people who are deeply spiritual and connected with Divinity. This color is often present when a Guide or Guardian is nearby.

Black: People tend to be concerned when they see this aura color, but it almost always indicates that the aura bearer is going through a big shift or an important transformation. A part of themselves or this version of themselves has figuratively died. Imagine the darkness of the soil, where the seed germinates and comes to life: that is Black.

Rainbow: Dazzling display of every chakra color. Rainbow auras are versatile, able to get along with anyone. They have many interests. They're adaptable individuals. People feel drawn to the rainbow aura bearer's effortless confidence.

Basic Feature Interpretations:

Arch: The formation of an intention, idea, or plan. A thought or feeling.

Cloudiness: Indicates confusion, slowed processes, and troubles with concentration. Can also indicate a blockage present in a chakra.

Dullness: Often a sign of illness or pain.

Expansive Glow: Extroverted. People can easily pick up on their vibes/energy. They have strong feelings about things.

Glow Remains Close To Body: A sign of introversion. They’re ruled by their inner world.

Layered: Lead by emotions. May experience mood swings or emotions that feel intense. More likely to act on impulse.

Neon Glow: An indicator of good overall health. Shows a strong level of inspiration and passion.

Orb: A concentration of energy. Can be the presence of an Angel or Spirit Guide.

Sparkly: Someone who's feeling very confident. They may be in the spotlight or just be really feeling themselves. They're driven and will do whatever it takes to reach their goals.

Strong Neon Glow: High energy, but in a positive way. Think passion, excitement, vitality.

Swirl: A strong intake or discharge of energy.

Vibration: Very high energy, which can manifest as anxiety, workaholism, and an inability to relax. Often a sign of overactivity in a chakra.

Locations of Colors Meanings:

Colors can have slightly different meanings, depending on where they're located in the aura!

Left Side of the Body: Your left side is energy incoming, entering your aura or your life. It’s your receptive side. These energies might not yet be felt by the aura bearer, but they will be soon.

Above the Head: Energies above the head are most often an expression of thoughts, experiences or emotions in the moment. They can change in a matter of seconds.

Right Side of Body: Your right side is energy outgoing, leaving your aura or your life. Colors here represent a stage or cycle in your life ending. It can show the start of recovery from an illness. It can also indicate the energy you most put out to others.

My Aura Readings

I could see auras in childhood, but in my teenage years it began to fade. In 2012, the ability came back strongly when I moved out of my parent’s house. I started to seriously study auras and develop an intuitive practice in 2014 I started Auras by Deerborrn in the spring of 2021, sharing my work and knowledge first through Instagram and Etsy. I have since expanded, becoming attuned in Usui Reiki II, Antojai, and have become a Holy Fire Reiki Master. I’ve also incorporated tarot and oracle back into my practice, adding another dimension to your reading or healing! Thank you for reading!

Deerborn

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meatbricks · 3 months

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If bruteforce and the painter kidnapped somebody to keep as a pet would they get dog collars and leashes for them? 👀

YES THEY WOULD ACTUALLY!!!! thank you both for the question and also predicting one of my fanfic ideas— (no im not kidding about that last part, this is literally the premise of a thing i've been planning to write since september)

#this is the answer #these are the headcanons #this is the writing #x reader #🖌#🪓#this is the answer (ooc)#urbanspook #the painter urbanspook #urbanspook analog horror #im so sorry i've been late answering my requests; i've been having a not so great few days as of late LMAO #i'll try to get to as many as i can over the weekend (and thursday LOL)#thank you guys for being patient i prommy i'll get to your requests as soon as i feel well enough to write #anyawys uhhhh. yeah shoutout to this anon for correctly guessing one of my fic ideas LOL #some of you mfs are psychic i swear #straight up clairvoyance in my inbox every so often #this blog really does have the best fanbase

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THE CLAIRVOYANT (1935)

A terrific British thriller / mystery movie with Claude Rains and Fay Wray -- two favourites of mine.

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juicycoutureheaux · 2 years

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Both Sides Now

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 chapter 5

Chris Redfield x Fem!reader

A/N: This is my first ever published work, it's also a Resident Evil x AHS: Coven crossover. So if it seems a little cliche, it is lol. Lemme know what you think! I also cross-posted to AO3!

Summary: Reader has been on Captain Redfield’s team for a while now and seems to have a close bond with the captain. During a recon mission gone awry, the two get split up from the rest of the team and the captain is faced with a difficult decision. Takes place Pre-Resident evil 6.

Chapter 1 : Resurgence

“Everyone listen up!” Captain Redfield’s warm baritone thundered through the aircraft. Y/N was completely in her own world until her (Y/C) eyes met the captain’s much darker ones.

“I see a lot of new faces today. If you’re here, you were the best in your training class, congratulations.” The new recruits all looked around excitedly. You looked to your direct left to catch your Lieutenant; Piers, roll his eyes.

Piers had been Captain’s right hand man since you arrived 6 months ago. You had graduated at the top of your class with a specialty in the medical field. You had a choice to work stateside; but the need for field medics was very dire. You were then scouted by Redfield himself during an intense training session.

You liked being under Redfield’s command; he was a fair leader that took care of his teammates.

Chris started up again; “I want to remind everyone that you may be the best of the best, but we are nothing without each other.” You looked over at Lieutenant Nivans and thought you were going to burst out in laughter. Piers looked like his head was going to explode; unlike Captain Redfield, Piers was a hardass. You couldn’t blame him though; God only knows what life was like before he joined the BSAA. There were rumors that he had come from a long line of soldiers. Y/N Shuddered at the thought.

She had come from a loving family; unfortunately for her, her mother had passed away just after she turned 13. People speculated she’d lose her mind a lot faster than she did. You see, (Y/N) started to have visions. It started innocently enough, she started having very realistic dreams of her mother. Once her mother stopped visiting her, the other apparitions started to show themselves to her, not just in dreams either. She would start to see horrific visions: burn victims, dead soldiers, and other loved ones that hadn’t passed on yet. They started to hound her at every moment, they were desperate to move on.

She began to grow weary and when she finally lost it at school one day, a strange red headed woman arrived at her home. This was “the beginning of her life”, the woman always liked to remind her. That same day she was shipped off to Miss Robichaux’s Academy.

To the public, Miss Robichaux’s was an illustrious boarding school, to (YN) it was somewhere she finally felt a community of girls just like her. She missed her family back home, but she never felt accepted by anyone except her mother. Her talents were nurtured and eventually (YN) decided she was old enough to leave the coven, much to Myrtle and Cordelia’s protests. She felt the need to use her gift beyond the walls of the Academy. Due to Robichaux’s “Human” reputation, she was accepted no problem into the BSAA training academy.

YN snapped back to earth again when Piers started to talk to the group. “Due to the unfamiliarity of our teammates, today’s mission is going to be a simple recon.” You laughed internally; simple, you thought. The reason we had so many new recruits was because a “simple” mission had turned into an absolute shitshow.

It happened to be you, Redfield, Nivans and a couple of other “seasoned” agents. At the time, you were still wet behind the ears with little field experience. A simple information session on a foreign base turned into a full-on terrorist attack. You were lucky to even be alive; while trying to save an injured comrade from the medical tent, a licker had decided to zero in on you two. While fighting off the creature to your best ability, it happened to swipe into your abdomen leaving you maimed and helpless. At the last minute, as if guided by some divine power, Captain Redfield came to your rescue.

Ever since that specific incident, the BSAA decided it would have at least one trained squad per outbreak, regardless of size, and not the traditional one or two person teams they were used to in the past.

Incidentally since then, YN had been absolutely enamored with the captain. She had never been crazy about the other gender, and especially not her fellow coworkers. However, something was different, she could feel it. The way he genuinely cared about others and his passion for the cause; it also didn’t help he was physically attractive as well.

You held on to your weapon tightly thinking about the incident, to only feel a large hand on your shoulder. “You alright YLN? You’ve been kind of quiet since we got here.” Chris looked at you intensely. There was concern and something else. You thought you were just imagining things.

“I can’t stop thinking about last time.” You answered honestly. It was true, the incident had haunted your dreams. Chris shifted his stance a little bit to relax his large body.

“You’ve got nothing to worry about kid.” He tells me, then continues with a smile. “You’ve got killer instincts; you’ll know to do the right thing. Don’t beat yourself up too much.” You couldn’t help but blush.

“Thanks cap,” you said nonchalantly, trying to hide the fact that you lived for this man’s praise. Chris gave a friendly wink and addressed the team again.

“We received some intel from locals about suspicious activity coming from the locals, other teams have discovered abandoned BOW distribution sites. All the training should have prepared you for this moment and I have faith you will all be able to handle your own.”

The team was silent, a drastic contrast to the excited chatter that was going on earlier. The brevity of the situation must have reached the other recruits and you couldn’t blame them. This wasn’t your first mission, but you were always aware of the risks presented. You decided to break the silence.

“This is a new situation to all of you, I was just as nervous on my first day in the field. You all are in great hands and Cap is the best of the best. We’re a team that goes in together and comes out together.” You used your southern charms and it seemed to be successful. The recruits that appeared to be faint just moments before, had the color returning to their faces.

Piers and Chris started going over the plans and goals of today’s mission. “There seems to be split levels of this distribution site still intact.” Piers said to the captain. Chris furrowed his eyebrows; usually sites like this had some levels destroyed due to self-destruct protocols. Was there a possibility that it was still inhabited with B.O.W.S & their creators? He couldn’t put his team in danger, especially not Y/N & Piers, they had already been through enough.

Chris looked over at Y/N talking to the others. He loved how you were always great at putting others at ease. His eyes wandered to your torso as he thought about how your scar was healing up, his eyes traveled up the delicate curves of her body. He stopped himself from thinking about what Y/N looked like underneath her uniform. He scolded himself internally. “Not now.”

“How long have you been on this team YN ?” one of the recruits asked. You think his name was Marco? Honestly you were just getting used to having actual teammates than having their names memorized already.

“About six months!” You chirped “Captain Redfield and Lieutenant Nivans scouted me during one of the BSAA training sessions. I guess it’s because field medicine is my specialty and I’m not terrible at combat.” You laughed nervously; it was always difficult for you to socialize with the other soldiers. You never felt like you were good enough to be in the position you were.

One of the other soldiers decided to chime in with “Are you sure it’s not because the captain needed something pretty to look at?” The group exploded in laughter at your expense. You should be used to the “boys club” by now, but neither Chris or Piers ever made comments like that. You felt your cheeks flush and the sting of the laughter.

“THAT’S ENOUGH” Chris roared. The teams’ color left their faces again. “I meant it when I said EVERYONE deserves their spot on this team.”

He glared at all of them “Be careful what you say to YLN, she’s the one to stitch you back together when you get injured. I wouldn’t blame her if she were to accidentally not numb the area.” Chris then turned to you. “Don’t let these rookies give you hell L/N.”

With that he started detailing the mission. You were to break off in groups; Chris led one team and Piers led the other.

You happened to be on Chris’s team, much to your chagrin. All you could think about was your teammate’s comment from earlier; was that all you were good for? Did Chris feel like he had to put you on the team because of the lack of medical personnel? You snapped out of your thoughts when you saw a dark presence looming over your captain.

“What the hell?” you thought to yourself. You’ve never seen anything like this before. Captain Redfield started to slow down and you could tell whatever it was, was slowing him down.

“Captain you alright?” you said as you hurried to his side. Chris let out a sigh.”Nothing ever gets past you L/N.I think dealing with all these rookies is causing me to slow down.” He said light heartedly. “Hope you’re not getting too old, Redfield!” Marco yelled playfully. The rest of the team including the Captain started to laugh, except you.

“Not in your dreams Rose!” The Captain quipped back immediately. “Let’s focus on the task at hand so I can kick your ass later.”

You were more concerned now, whatever this was, affected your captain in real time. You wish you had remembered some of the lessons Cordelia had given you on your gift. You never liked talking about dark entities, and now one was latched on to someone you admired dearly. It’s not like you could tell him though, he’d probably chalk your visions up to some PTSD and you would be discharged and shipped back to Robichaux. If you were going to help Chris, you had to take this thing on yourself.

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thewitchesfortune · 1 year

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gilly-tamar-w1tch · 2 years

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Clairvoyant: Prologue (pt. 1)

Nanami Kento x International Sorcerer!Clairvoyant!Reader

wc: 1k

warnings: violence, SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS you MUST be finished with season 2 please & ty

a/n: this is a fully planned, 5-part fic (with the potential for a bonus part) and it's the extension of this drabble thingy I wrote. (don't read it if you don't want spoilers for how this fic will go) anyways enjoy

You take a sharp swing, then dodge left, hissing through your teeth as the curse nearly catches you with its claws. You’ve always hated the hospital curses. They’re difficult to fight, and they always reek of death.

“Mila! Arthur!” You shout, shoving your weapon into your holster and letting your cursed energy gather in your fists instead, widening your stance. “I could use some help!”

“Sorry!” Mila, your mission partner and one of your best friends since your first year of Sorcerer Schooling calls. “Busy over here! Arthur, can you help?”

You catch a glimpse of Arthur out of the corner of your eye. He’s British, one of the International Sorcerers just like you and Mila are. The three of you were dispatched to Ohio, in the United States, to clear out a never-seen-before level of hospital infestation.

But suddenly, you’re not on the battlefield anymore. No, you’re floating far above, watching a massive cursed sword be stabbed into his chest by whatever the hell he’s fighting.

And then you’re sighing, giving Mila a frown as she wipes away a tear. “Come on. Let’s get him back to HQ. His family will want to see the body.”

A slap strikes your cheek, a sobbing woman all in black raising her hand to hit you once again. Her toddler clings to her calf, not knowing that his father is never coming back.

“You monster!” The woman shrieks as you gently take her wrist, stopping her from hitting you again. “All you sorcerers do is let people die. You should have stopped it! You had one job, you fucking bitch!”

You blink, and the curse swings for you, but you ignore it. You spin around, watching as Arthur’s opponent pulls out a hidden sword, watching as your comrade’s eyes go wide and that metal reaches his chest—

You shove him out of the way, narrowly dodging the blade yourself. Arthur stumbles, panting and staring at the spot he was just standing, the spot he would have surely been impaled on — if it weren’t for you.

“Arthur, you’re out!” You command, pulling out your weapon once more and taking his place in combat.

“But—”

Mila sweeps in, the spider legs protruding from her back carrying her across the space in seconds. She pushes him towards the exit, where he’ll be able to escape the veil. “I’m sorry. If she says you’re out, you’re out.”

It’s standard protocol. When the Reaper Repeller (a stupid nickname Mila gave you years ago that still haunts you today) sees your death or some god-awful fate, you get removed from battle unless you’re absolutely crucial. You learned that strategy the hard way. It seems that if you cheat death once, it just gets all the more eager to want to claim you — you have to leave battle and let its red-hot grip cool down a bit.

Thankfully, he runs.

You and Mila are able to clean up the battle nicely, her white-blonde braid falling against her back as you exorcize the very last curse. She laughs, smacking your shoulder as her eight extra spider limbs sink into her flesh.

“Another one wiped out, easy peasy!” Mila throws her arms up in victory.

You give a wary smile, but your head is pounding. Whether it’s from your previous vision or an incoming one, you’re not sure, but you do know you just want to get out of the veil and go back to your hotel to sleep.

You take one step, and you’re sent keeling over, your head suddenly exploding in pain, your shriek echoing down the hall.

Your vision is too much to take in, so big, so much, so many after effects, so much death—

You’re vaguely aware of how Mila catches you, shouting your name as you go limp. So many faces. Some you’ve seen, some you haven’t. Blood. Burns. Dead bodies and a destroyed city—

Shibuya.

You gasp for hair, gripping Mila as you’re recentered in reality. You sputter and cough, clenching your chest. Each time you get a vision, it takes a split second, and during that time, your mind is in a different place and time and so your body doesn’t function. You don’t breathe and your heart doesn’t beat. But it’s only ever for a moment. For you to feel like this after a vision…

“Holy shit,” Mila whispers, gently helping you straighten up. “You were out. Like, out, out. For at least thirty seconds. I thought you fully, really died. Don’t do that to me.”

You don’t respond, squeezing your eyes shut as you try to process the mess through your imploding headache.

“Shibuya,” you whisper. “It’s… it’s…”

“Who?” Mila whispers, using one hand to pull out her phone. “That’s Japan, right? Let’s call their HQ.”

“Satoru Gojo.”

She freezes, staring at you.

Every sorcerer knows who Satoru Gojo is. He changed the balance of cursed energy. He’s unbeatable. And yet, you see him being sealed into a box, and in the wake of that one event, so many people die.

“And— and more. It’s a chain reaction. A blonde sorcerer, with a blue shirt and wearing goggles. Oh, his fate, it's- A teenager, maybe a first year, with ginger hair. Oh, god, a boy loses an arm— the entire city is cratered, Mila,” tears slip down your cheeks as you imagine that pinkish-haired student sobbing in front of the wreckage, dragging his nails across the concrete.

“You can’t relay this through a call,” Mila whispers, dialing a different number. “You know what you have to do.”

You take one long, deep breath, straightening up and wiping away your tears.

“Alert HQ that I’m going to Japan, and I expect every single sorcerer in the country to meet me there.”

Mila nods, pressing call. The phone rings once before one of the International Headquarters of Cursed Sorcery managers answers.

“Call a code 18J18 for Tokyo.”

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deerbornintuitive · 2 years

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Pick A Pile: What lesson is the Universe asking you to receive right now?

Welcome, dear friend!

If you've arrived here, Spirit has a message that will assist you in your Soul development. Whether you've been questioning your present place in your journey, feel stuck, or are just here for fun, there's a reason you found this reading. I designed this pick-a-card to answer the question, "What lesson is the Universe asking you to receive right now?"

This is a free detailed reading! I designed it as a collective reading, so take what resonates and leave the rest. If you’d like a personalized written reading, BOOK HERE!

I chose an oracle card and a tarot card to channel these detailed messages, using:

Earth Magic Oracle

Wild Unknown Tarot

Now clear your mind, and take a few slow, deep breaths. Speak aloud or in your mind: "What lesson is the Universe asking me to receive right now?"

Pick a Pile A-D (left to right)

Which pile’s energy resonates with you energy?

Do your best not to second guess your gut instinct!

Pile reveals...

Are you ready?

PILE A

What lesson is the Universe asking you to receive right now? Green Man/Synergy & The Tower

It seems you've forgotten that you're as important a part of nature as the Sun in the sky; that you're connected with life's flow, entangled in a wonderful Synergy. Your presence here is meaningful and important. Do you realize how deep your connection with Mother Earth actually goes? The Universal flow is within you, just as you are, at the same time, within the flow itself. The Universe works to guide you in the right direction. At times, the ways in which it guides you can look more like upheaval, than a guiding push.

The Tower card often invokes worry and fear when pulled. Yes; at times, it points to chaos and unexpected troubles. The Tower represents destruction, which can sometimes get dirty. BUT this life-changing situation/event represented by the card is not always something terrible. The card can represent a big change or shift, one that creates overall change in your life and perspective.

This situation or event may have recently happened, is presently happening, or about to happen. It causes you to ask new, big questions, and even to evaluate your life. For many, it takes a big sudden change to shift awareness and see reality as it truly is. It can at times feel like the end of the world; like the ground has crumbled beneath your feet, and you no longer know which way is up.

The Green Man appears as a reminder that there’s a natural flow to everything. The Universe always aligns for our highest good, though at the time it can feel the opposite. These changes can cause uncertainty and even be anxiety-inducing.

What if you gave into the Synergy, the flow of it all, rather than fight for control? It appears that lots of suffering has already been caused by your resistance. It’s time to suspend any skepticism, and give into trusting that the Universe aligns always for your highest good. Have faith that Spirit is with you, offering protection and guidance.

It will later be clear how this situation/event was necessary in your journey and for your Soul growth. The Tower's event/situation breaks things down in your life which no longer serve you, in order for you to build back up a life which more aligns with your own energy and desires. What can seem like destruction at the time, is actually an act of liberation.

Crystal: Hematite has a protective quality. It deflects negative energy, and works to center you in uncertain or chaotic times.

PILE B

What lesson is the Universe asking you to receive? Tree/Grounding & 9 of Pentacles

You've become disconnected from your body, which is disconnecting you from the Earth itself. Mental energies are up in space, and your thoughts are scattered. You enjoy getting caught up in daydreams. You may even find it difficult to get out of bed in the morning, because you want to keep dreaming. This high chakra dominant energy can cause you to eventually lose touch of reality altogether, when this is not balanced with regular grounding practices.

Grounding your energy is easy, and takes you only a minute or two a day when you get real good at it! The simplest way to do so is to pick a spot outdoors and stand or sit with your bare feet in the grass or sand. Envision yourself as a tree, rooting deep within the Earth's soil and bedrock. Allow your awareness to be pulled into the present moment, at one with your surroundings. Feel the energy from Mother Earth merging with yours.

You can make grounding a group activity, with a tree partner! Sit with your chosen tree, and gaze upon it, connecting with it's energy. Share your own energy, and open yourself up to receiving. Get in touch with it's Spirit, and listen to the feelings that come up within you and your awareness.

Another deeply effective technique for grounding your energy is this: Envision a solid, unbreakable cord extending down from your root chakra. Imagine this cord as the Universe's toughest material, burrowing deeper and deeper into the Earth, down the the deepest layers of bedrock. See it in your mind's eye anchoring there, keeping your energy rooted securely. This technique can have the most long-lasting effects.

Grounding is an act of self care, and helps you to further gain awareness of your own needs. Try implementing a new self care activity in your routine, based on what your inner voice is telling you that you want/need. What can you do for yourself that makes you feel good, and is good for you, which brings you into the present moment? Things like a bath/shower, a nice walk outdoors, grooming and pampering yourself, sitting outdoors in a nice place, cleaning your home, meditating, stretching/yoga. Make the time for yourself. Self discipline is also an act of self care. Know when to say no or cut yourself off. And always be kind to yourself as you are to others!

Crystal: Red Jasper is deeply grounding. It also acts as a potent aura cleanser.

PILE C

What lesson is the Universe asking you to receive right now? Eagle/Communion & The Moon

Spirit is calling upon you to spend some one-on-one time with your shadow, your unconscious mind. Now is the time to start building a stronger awareness of your thinking patterns, and how they contribute to more negative feelings, such as anxiety, jealousy, and fear.

Begin by practicing mindfulness and reality checks. Tune into both your physical and emotional conditions. Open up your senses and perception. Listen to them, without attachments or judgements. Allow yourself to be alert to any self-deceptions, as well. Do you happen to ruminate, or to go over situations which you have no proof of potentially coming true in the first place? Your imagination is very strong, and it's being channeled in a way which presently works against you...

Give more of you attention to your triggers, insecurities, impulses, and fears. Do your best to be open to uncovering where their source may be. This will help you locate areas of yourself that need love, support, and attention.

It's helpful to journal this process. If you notice a behavior, judgement, or thought you don't like, write it down to reflect on. Accept it, ask yourself why you reacted or felt that way, then dig deeper.

Be gentle with yourself in your journey. Know that this is an ongoing process, and not something that is accomplished overnight. Take it one step at a time, and focus on one aspect of yourself or topic at a time.

When you shine a light on your shadow, the smaller it gets.

Please note: if you have experienced extreme trauma, please explore your shadow with the support of a mental health care professional.

Crystal: Amethyst promotes the integration of the unconscious mind with the conscious mind.

PILE D

What lesson is the Universe asking you to receive? Music/ Harmony & 6 of Pentacles

There is a harmonious song to everything in the Universe; all energies, all beings, flow together at their best when they're working together. When the song is no longer in harmony, how can you restore balance? This is your present lesson-- to take action in creating harmony in your life.

It's a challenge to maintain your own inner harmony when there’s dissonance and chaos around you. Often, it's easier to give in and match the chaos or lower vibration, than to have the awareness of what you're energy is entangled in. If this sounds like you right now, bring your focus toward nurturing your inner harmony: Prioritize your responsibilities Make a gratitude journal Take care of your nutrition and physical self Take a tech break Get enough sleep And do more of what makes you feel happy, safe, and inspired.

If you're presently in need of support, please reach out. There is someone that wants to help you, they can sense disharmony in your energy. But, you must be willing and open to receive.

If you're feeling like your energy is well balanced and in harmony, then you're being called upon by Spirit to help bring harmony into the world around you. Where do you feel your time and energy is needed? Is there a cause you feel passionate about? You may decide to volunteer in your community, or help to spread the word about important causes, such as social justice or climate change. Get yourself out there and inspire others! Share where and when you can. It's true that even the littlest effort can have a positive impact on the collective. It's okay to start small!

Lastly, The Universe is asking you to notice what is good around you, even if it all seems bad. Take slow, deep breaths, and release any tense or unhelpful energies. Then, take a few more slow breaths, and begin to notice the good things, not matter how small or seemingly pointless. This helps you to match energy with higher vibrations, moving yourself back into balance and harmony.

Crystal: Green Aventurine is a calming, harmonizing stone, helping you to achieve the right balance in your life and energies.

Thank you so much for joining me for this reading!

I would love to hear your feedback or anything you'd like to share about what's going on with you at the time of receiving this reading! Questions are always welcome. I hope you've enjoyed, and I can't wait to hear from you! :)

Wishing you peace and wisdom,

Courtney Deerborn

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