Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Passion to the Third Degree .
I have not slept well the past two nights. There’s turbulent energy in the air around me.
For the past two days, the Ten of Pents has been standing in front of me. I see him in my mind’s eye.
He’s in silhouette, almost. His face and features are in shadow.
He is still. Not trying to get my attention. Not speaking. Just there.
He stays in the range of about three feet away. No farther, no closer. Never to the side. Always directly in front of me. He doesn’t seem to be blocking anything but he doesn’t step aside either.
The sense is not one of danger, just energy, just…sadness.
I’ll work tonight to shed some light.
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