#skysoaring

[enjoyfreefall]

Why Do People Fly Wingsuits?

For centuries, humans have been captivated by the idea of soaring through the air like a bird, and modern technology has made that dream a reality. Wingsuit flying allows experiencing the thrill of flight in a once unimaginable way. But what motivates people to take up this daring and often dangerous pursuit?

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[arcanaxiii]

holy fuck dude those readings for both zeke and I are insanely right on the money! thanks so much, your readings are always so helpful!

aaaa youre welcome!!!

[felis-praecantrix]

Mental Image Reading for Skysoaring

At first, I see a long stone room that I have been in before. It is long and wide, with pillars on the far sides, lit by a fire or candle light. Torches on the walls. Warm, but full of shadows. A great rectangular pool of water that reflects nothing stretches out in front of a throned figure. A black feline, with a black hair headdress and green robe, is enthroned. She turns to face me, gesturing with a hand with curved golden nails. “Come to me. I will tell you. Now is neither the time nor place.” Her eyes are glowing and difficult to look at directly. She turns her head to look forward again.

Next I see a single golden feather, shining like metal, as it floats to rest on a dark floor. It feels underground in a way, with a shaft of light filtering in from above. A shirtless man with short-to-midlength reddish hair bends over to pick up the feather, studying it. He has a white robe of sorts, but it hangs loosely around his torso, only covering his right shoulder. It is tied with a rope. I think he has lace-up sandals of some sort.

He looks at the golden feather for a while. “Soon” is all he says, and he tucks the feather in his left armpit, then turns away to look at the light.

Finally, I see a brief flash of flames, and a hot red sun, and the face of a lionness with a dark headdress. No words are spoken.

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I hope this answers your request, please let me know if you would like any clarifying readings! Your feedback is welcome and appreciated.

[satsekhem]

skysoaring replied to your post:I just went off and fucking unfriended/blocked...

any aussie generally being ok with tony abbott is defs not worth conversing with tbh

hahahaha. I've had similar thoughts about this person in recent years, but was just like, "whatev." I guess I do have a limit. XD

[felis-praecantrix]

Mental Image Reading for Skysoaring

At first, the imagery I see is kind of nonsensical and jumbled. It feels somehow not right. I see a bright green, almost cartoony jungle, and a pterodactyl flying overhead. There are clouds of smoke; someone is shooting at it. At this point, I asked for a clearer reading and restate my question.

The scenery changed to a dark, snowy tundra, with a sky in hues of purple and blues. There was dark blue ice nearby. I heard the howling of wind.

A figure appeared before me, suddenly. A woman with the head of a lionness, a uraeus on her head, a long red dress. She was barefoot and had some gold jewelry. Her eyes were deeply black, pitch-dark black. Endless.

She held out her hands. She opened her palms, and a small flame grew and flickered. A ball of warmth. She leaned down and set it down in the snow. It seemed to float on the snow's surface, unaffected; the snow did not melt or react.

She tried to get a message across to me, and in the next instant, was gone. As quickly as she appeared, the difference of a blink of an eye. The wind continued to howl and flurry snow, yet the little flame remained, like a tiny campfire.

The message was along the lines of "you will remain long after I am gone / your desire will live and carry on." The imagery of the moonlit tundra took a long time to fade.

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I think the message is that the entity in question may not work with you long term, but she has things to offer to help you grow and find your own path. She has given you something very valuable and very precious. Something that will keep you warm and give you hope no matter where you are. That's the general feeling I got. The earlier jungle imagery felt aimless and nonsensical, but it may have been representing not knowing what was going on or what information to trust.

Your feedback is welcome and appreciated.

[felis-praecantrix]

Mental Image Reading for Skysoaring

(Now that I'm not choking on my glass of water, I can sit down and do this reading. Paid readings are open, free requests are not.)

Tw for gore, animal injury.

I see many rectangles of moving images, like viewing multiple TV screens at once. When I ask to see the truth for the querent, it zooms in on a TV screen in the middle, and I am in the plains of Africa.

The landscape is wide, flat, and grassy, no trees in sight. A hazy blue sky, a mix of olive green and browns of grasses. I am in fact hiding in a patch of long olive colored grasses; a flash of an image shows I am a lionness. Or, rather, viewing from the eyes of a lionness.

There is a zebra foal, alone. It is approaching a shallow, muddy watering hole, about 35 feet ahead to my right. It walks slowly; it is young. I sense it might be male. It is limping a little, favoring its right hind leg. It brays for its herd, its eyes swiveling around. It seems to be lost. 

It approaches the watering hole, leaning down to drink. A previously unseen crocodile rears up and snaps at the foal; the foal leaps back, braying loudly, and for a moment, I think it's made it away. But then the lionness leaps out.

I watch, from the lionness's eyes, as she rushes forward, sealing the distance between her and the foal in under three seconds. The foal was still so focused on the alligator it does not try to dart until too late, braying and screaming as the lionness tackles it to the ground. She sinks her teeth into its other hind leg, the left one, tearing it open. Pink flesh and tendons, red blood.

The view zooms out. Somehow, the zebra foal gets up and breaks away from the lionness, running desperately, its left hind leg bouncing around uselessly. Somehow it's bounding on three legs, even though its right hind leg is lame too. And for whatever reason, the lionness does not pursue it when it escapes. She watches, with a sense of mild surprise, disappointment, and apathy. But once the foal threatens to disappear from view, she gets up and gives chase.

The foal stops at the edge of a rocky, sandy cliff, a wide gorge and a magnificent multi-tiered waterfall hundreds of feet below. The lionness is fast approaching, and even though the torn left hind leg is barely attached (it is facing backwards now,) the foal doesn't hesitate before leaping off the cliff. 

Its little striped body tumbles and flips in the air, completely in freefall. A rainbow shines over the waterfall and river as it hits the water, about ten to twelve seconds after its initial leap.

As soon as it touches the water, the view changes to underwater. The foal transformed into a mermaid-type creature, a woman with pale green skin, long elfy ears with leaf-life fronds on the tips; long green hair, and a green scaled tail with many small fins. When she surfaces the water, seemingly unharmed, she looks back at the cliff with worry. Her skin and appearance change color and pattern like that of an octopus. As she dives back underwater, her skin, hair, and tail are becoming white with black stripes.

The view swivels to watch her swim away downstream, away from the waterfall, towards what looks like the horizon of an ocean.

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Wow, what a lot of symbolism we have here. As with all readings, some symbols may have a different meaning entirely for each individual person - so my best guess at an interpretation is just that, a guess open for interpretation. 

The foal seems to represent the querant, in a way. Feeling lost, abandoned, or underprepared; not ready for the tasks ahead. Already dealing with some sort of personal anchor that makes everything that much harder (the lame right hind leg.) A small, temporary problem (the crocodile) terrifies and distracts from a much bigger problem (the lionness,) which ends up causing greater damage and greater desperation for a solution. BUT, it also brings out an incredible strength, courage, and will to live, which is what ultimately saves the zebra. Its terror and adrenaline is what keeps it alive, instead of freezing or giving up. 

The jump off the cliff is an absolute last resort, and a scary one. It is the only way out of the problem, but it is very nerve-wracking and hard to do. But somehow, the foal survives, and transforms into a powerful, intelligent creature, no longer the lost little adolescent it once was. For whatever miraculous reason, the freefall is a transformation.

Your feedback skysoaring is welcome and appreciated, it always helps me to hone my readings and interpretations for the future!

[deep-space-diver]

skysoaring replied to your post: You guys better appreciate that terrib...

bless you for the jpop n the kpop audrey ur playlists are the best they get me through many an assessment

Not gonna lie, was thinking about you while I was making it. 

[starplatinumtheworld]

My new avatar is the hella cool drawing that skysoaring did for me a while ago!