Thursday is a day. And although I cannot reveal to you why it is a day, it is still a day.
Next Monday is a day, too. And although I cannot reveal to you why it is a day – it is, still, a day.
I’m counting down the days to Death – the HOPE LOST stage, if it comes.
Dates. Always dates; future dates, and always, always, they are important.
Daily, I take in many numbers from my surroundings, and typically they speak to me through my knowledge of the Tarot Deck – which I know quite thoroughly because of my skills in symbolism.
But sometimes, I receive DATES.
Next Monday’s date: 2/3/20 has been in my calendar for almost a year.
Funny. I forgot it was a date.