#mental image reading

[felis-praecantrix]

I pull myself into meditation, in the pitch black stillness of a humid night ahead of storms to come.

I asked for my spirit guides, my deities, my ancestors to hear me. I have been striving for a goal for ages, for fifteen years now, and I feel as lost as ever. It feels like every path I start following, thinking I've finally found my way through, leads only to another dead end, and I remain location locked and locked out of access due to money.

They show me a red sunrise behind a dark mountain. A river of cranes flowing over the Rockies from the east, diving down to golden wetlands. Men with guns appear from the grasses, firing into their midst, killing many, scattering the remainders to the south and west and north of the continent. It looks hopeless.

Time passes, and people emerge to tend to the wounded, and mourn the dead. Different people. A celebration is had for the lives lost. The wetlands turn green. New crowds of people show up, aiming high, but they take only photographs. The cranes fly over the mountains again.

"YOU ALREADY KNOW WHAT TO DO. FOLLOW THE CRANES."

I can't say I do know what to do, hence why I reached out. It feels like the answer is obvious to everyone but me. I express this frustration.

A much fainter, quieter image appears. A wood sign with a familiar font, an entrance to a park at dawn, conifer trees shaded in purple twilight. Look for postings here, I ask? A softer voice says yes. I am hesitant to trust this given the current state of funding and political climate, but it is the answer I've been handed nonetheless.

[felis-praecantrix]

Mental image reading for Alittleuncouth [2/2]

I see red, lots of red. Something shiny and pouring and flowing. Red liquid spilling over a floating red heart, shaped like a cartoon heart. Red red red. Shiny and flowing and splashing.

Blood. Blood. Blood. 

The blood is filling the conceptual space I’m in. I see strawberries float to the top, bobbing with the flow. Blood and strawberries. Blood and strawberries. Blood and strawberries.

Bittersweet. Bittersweet. Bittersweet.

The vision continues, and it seems to emphasizing phrases over images. Old and new. Old and new. Old and new. To eat, you must drink. To eat, you must drink. To eat, you must drink. I see long teeth before me, biting into the red, slippery flesh. So much blood. It seems to be implying that to eat (survive, get what you need,) you must drink (blood). 

No gain without pain. The hunter can feel empathy for the prey, but in the end the hunter must eat.

Your feedback is welcome and appreciated.

[felis-praecantrix]

Mental Image Reading for Sleeplessmarmalade

At first, I do not see anything really. Slowly, like with sleepy eyes, I see white butterflies. They float softly, barely flapping their wings. Snow falls in thick, slow snowflakes. The butterflies are intermixed with the snowflakes. I begin to hear soft orchestral music, violins that sound sad, trembling notes.

I see a fawn walking through the snow, a few feet away. It is Bambi, the famous deer. He is alone in the snow, cold and unsure. He watches the butterflies with curiosity, but with a desperate kind of curiosity. Looking for comfort. I see white hands reach for him.

A tall, larger-than-life feminine figure bends over to hold Bambi’s face in her hands. Everything about her is solid white, no grays or blues or any other tone. She casts no shadow. 

She wears a long-sleeved robe that goes all the way to the ground, simple with no patterns or embroidery. Her face has pointed features, but not in a way that is intimidating. Her face looks very youthful. She has long, straight white hair, with straight bangs, and long triangular ears.... cat’s or fox’s ears. They go from sticking out sideways, like a human’s, to sitting up like an animal’s. A small rack of white antlers sprout from the top of her head, originating maybe where her temples are. Each antler has 5 or 6 tines. 

She stands up to her full height, and I see a thick, bushy white tail sway out from behind her robe. She holds Bambi gently in her arms, his thin little legs neatly folded up, and he looks absolutely relaxed and relieved, his eyes closed and nose nestled into her sleeve. She regards me with a soft smile, and I can see her eyes. They are small, almond-shaped, and pitch black, but with an oil-like shine. Like looking at black silk. The eyes tell me that the youthful exterior is but an exterior, and she is very very old. 

I ask if she has any messages to confer. Her voice is soft, polite, but not shy. Firm. “Come to me, and I will keep you Warm.” The way she said warm seemed to suggest she meant more than just temperature.

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I hope this answered your question, and I apologize for the super long wait. My headspace really hasn’t been great this summer, but today I had a bit of a break. As always, your feedback is welcome. Remember to exercise caution and discernment with any entity you invite or work with, regardless of first impressions.

[felis-praecantrix]

Mental Image Reading for Acadia-rose [2/2]

I see flashes of white. White, and pink. A pink nose. Pink cheeks. Pink ears.

I see a white rat, the kind you might see in a pet shop. It is white with pink eyes, and a pink sort of blush to its cheeks. It runs around in a gray and black space, sniffing, cleaning its face, eating cheerios it finds on the ground. Briefly it stretches out white wings that remind me of angel wings, or dove wings, before shuffling them and folding them so they disappear into its back. Occasionally I see a faint, floating golden crown blink in and out above the rat’s head.

Long, shadowy forms move through the air off to the right, and the rat merely looks at them and shuffles its wings and the shadows are puffed away, seemingly by brief bursts of silent light. 

I ask the being what its name is. I hear a whispering hush of sounds, almost like parseltongue from Harry Potter. Lots of A sounds and H sounds. 

I ask if there is a name humans can use. I both hear and see the word Aca or Akka (pronounced like ack-ah).

The vision starts to fade, and something triggers a violent yawn in me, but I pull the vision back by its figurative tail. I ask why it hangs around, why it protects, why it is here. 

I hear a firm, authoritative, old and wise feminine voice. “Akka has business to attend to, much business to get done. Akka has work to do, together. Akka friend.” In the black space behind the rat, I can just make out the face of a very old, stereotypical crone of a woman, wrinkled with a large warty nose and pointy chin. Her eyes are like cat eyes, or fox eyes, glowing and yellow and piercing. Thin tendrils of gray hair fall over her face. She is grinning but without teeth. She is calculating, clever, and experienced.

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I got a lot more information than I thought I would - as always, use your discretion and caution with any entities. Your feedback is much welcomed.

[felis-praecantrix]

Mental Image Reading for Acadia-rose [1/2]

I see a field of bright red poppies, quivering in the breeze as time passes. The sky is bright red, an oppressive red, a heavy red. I hear something coming.

Rain falls slowly in the form of large red drops. Blood. It makes no sound as it falls. It falls and colors the flowers. The low, ominous tone of a cello’s bass note.

A great black horse runs past me, off to the left, its face missing. Only a skull remains for a head. It is running towards a stand of trees when it is suddenly speared and raised up in the air.

The scenery melts away instantly. The spearer is actually a little blonde girl barefoot in a blue dress, holding up a toy black horse. She stands in a field of wildflowers, greens and yellows and blues and pinks. The sun is shining, and butterflies drift past.

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It is hard for me to figure out what the symbols are saying - perhaps that a seemingly hard problem, or large threat, can be easily thwarted by the most benign and innocent of actions. That all difficult things are a matter of perspective. Optimism is stronger than it looks. Your feedback is welcome.

[felis-praecantrix]

Mental Image Reading for Meloromantics [2/2]

Almost right away, I see a little green bamboo shoot, shaped in a little sharp point, emerging from the ground. The background is black and there is only a spotlight on this little shoot, and it is pushing so hard to grow towards the small amount of light. No water ever falls upon it, but still it grows.

I hear a cacophony of voices and noises begin to rise up - jeers, discouragements, insults. “Look how small it is” “It’s bamboo, how useless” “It will never grow any bigger” and so on. The bamboo shoot is apparently unaffected. Determined. Stubborn. Unmoved. Unyielding.

The shoot grows and grows and grows, sprouting leaves and little branches, until it is a full grown stalk as large as a tree. And it spreads. It spreads its roots out sideways in every direction, and more shoots grow, and the crowd of voices goes silent before oohing in a collective awe. Thousands of bamboo plants cover a barren countryside as the sun finally rises over the world, their beautiful greenish-silver leaves fluttering in the wind and rustling with energy. All from that one shoot.

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I believe this is a message to remind oneself of all that they have endured. It points to a resolute, strong spirit, even in the face of doubt and insecurity. What you survived before, you will survive again, and every victory makes the next a little easier to accomplish. Stubbornness in this case is not only advantageous, it is survival itself. Your feedback of course is welcome.

[felis-praecantrix]

Mental Image Reading for Meloromantics [1/2]

This vision was so vivid and yet hard to write down. Something about it is uncomfortable.

I saw a field of daisies in twilight, an ocean far in the distance. A purple and blue sky stretched overhead, crammed with stars and light and galaxies. It was amazingly beautiful. I saw something eating the grass and the flowers.

I kept thinking I was seeing a white tiger, grazing, but it was really an elk, white with faint black stripes. Elk playing with each other, running, leaping, bantering. Something about wearing the skins of their predators.

Without warning, orange tigers rushed in, hunting the elk, leaping on their backs, a war.

When families fight families, blood runs (thicker)

Wolves rushed in from another direction, seemingly fighting both elk and tigers or trying to break them up. The fighting halted for a breathless moment, as something occurred on the horizon, the ocean nearer now, the daisies occupying sea cliffs. All the animals stood in line and watched in awe. Something was happening. A sunrise, a supernova, a burst of white light. A star fall to earth, a touch of light.

When families join with families and work together, blood grows stronger.

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Like I said, something about this reading really bothered me after it left, for about 10 seconds. I felt paralyzed when it came to writing it down. Felt like I saw something that either wasn’t totally true (romanticized and brightened up) or wasn’t meant for me to see. Can’t put my finger on it... Either way, I saw it, and I am sharing it with you.

It seems like an incredibly straightforward reading, but I have a strong sense there’s a hidden message or undertone. Something like passive-aggression; grand fights leading to grand reconciliations, a lot of saving face and trying to get others to believe what you’re/they’re selling. A lot of hidden grudges. Secrets. I think to find the truth, you’ll have to cut away the glamorous exterior and really get to the root. Resist distractions, no matter how grand. Something along those lines. It hurt my chest to witness it, to be honest, and I still don’t know why. Something about it is just really off-putting, repulsive even, I think it’s because of the sense of dishonesty and being sold a half truth.

Your feedback is welcome and much encouraged.

[felis-praecantrix]

Mental Image Reading for Zardmaster

I saw a little beige/pink telephone, illuminated by a strong upper light source, amid an inky blackness. It was an old style phone with a curling cord. My eyes followed the cord to the left, and it led back to a rotary phone base. The phone was ringing, ringing, with a sound more like an old cashier being rung than that of a phone, but nobody was answered. The vision moved to the left, following the phone’s wire, revealing that it was not plugged into the wall socket. An old-fashioned piece of wall with blue-green floral wallpaper. Little snippets of imagery surrounded by blackness, spotlit by an unseen light.

A dark, furry, hand/paw reached over to plug the phone in, and when it did, explosions of color and clouds and sparks in a rainbow of hues lit up my vision.

I asked if there were any further truths to convey.

I saw a dark figure, furred I think, humanoid. Black as the void with two small white bits of light for eyes. Horns/antlers began to grow from its head, each point sprouting into two points, and each of those points sprouting into multiple points. Over and over. Horns, horns, horns, horns, horns, horns, horns.

The vision zoomed out to reveal thousands of horn points creating the branches for a great green tree, and the tree’s trunk grew to have even more branches and levels, stretching to the heavens. A tree containing all of life, it seemed. The vision concluded with the fall of a single green leaf.

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Thank you so much for your patience!! For some reason despite everything that’s been going on lately, I felt compelled to try this reading tonight. So here I am at 2am trying to figure out what it means.

I think the first part has the playful tone of someone patiently reminding a person to “check if it’s plugged in”. Almost like that of a loving grandparent amused with a grandchild. A simple fix for a big problem with communication or understanding. Look for obvious, mundane solutions first; sometimes in our anxiety and haste to remedy a problem, we overlook or dismiss what’s right in front of us. 

The second part I will leave to you; I have some guesses at who or what it’s representing, but seeing as I am not the devotee, it may have different connotations for you.

Thank you again for your patience, your feedback is always welcome.