Onyx

She/They | Scorpio

The Omen of Autumn; The High Priestess of the Altar

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"The final card, possibilities for the month, was Death. Classic! Fantastically ambiguous. Paired with all these bad omens… not good."

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10/1
Today I drew for the new month. I’m used to bad months every now and then. But this seems BAD. For my usual spread I draw a main theme, a past influence that comes back to haunt my month, the setbacks, and the possibilities the month may hold. I knew it was bad immediately. I mean what the hell do I do with drawing the Tower for the overall vibe of my month… no matter how you look at it, that’s a crisis. The theme. Of October. Is disaster?!?! I drew the second card. Five of Wands. Conflict, tension, rivalry. Not a good sign. I dread the next card, more information on the roadblocks I’ll face… I’m not sure I want more information. Reversed Ten of Cups. I didn’t want to finish the spread, I wanted to start burning sweetgrass and juniper, sweep out this energy, re-salt my door and windows, ANYTHING, but I sat my ass down and finished because what’s the use of panicking now, right? So what if I just drew a card meaning the destruction of families and shattering of hearts??? The only family I have is Cardamom and I haven’t been able to stop worriedly glancing at her since I drew the card. She’s annoyedly swishing her tail at me as I write this, she thinks I’m overthinking as usual… but this is the worst monthly spread I’ve ever drawn. The final card, possibilities for the month, was Death. Classic! Fantastically ambiguous. Paired with all these bad omens… not good. Cardamom insists I should go with it. I know Death isn’t bad, just about the inevitable cycles and changes of life and she says I should simply embrace that. Easy for a cat to say! I’m choosing to continue worrying.

10/6
Tensions with the townsfolk have been worse lately. Instead of a bountiful harvest, the potatoes are coming up blighted and the pumpkins are withering. I catch more and more nasty looks in town, whispering as we pass. Today one of the shop owners refused to sell to “a heretic and her demonic familiar”. At least the benefits of a small town is the ability to get away from it all quickly and easily. The drawbacks of being known as the local witch by a bunch of heavily religious folks wasn’t great though.10/9
The whispering is worse today. I’m glad my gardens provide a lot of what I need, but I have to venture into town when I need more specific ingredients (for spellcraft or baking). It almost feels like… they’re planning something, like they all know something I don’t. Maybe I’m being paranoid. I hope so.10/13
I’ve been checking my tea leaves every morning for the looming crisis predicted by my monthly spread. Cardamom thinks I might be going insane, but what good is being a divination specialist if I can’t see the issues coming?? In the meantime, my clients are dwindling. I haven’t had somebody come in for a reading or mediumship in three days. Typical that the townspeople shun me for being a sacreligious pagan, but everything is cool when they want my services. Assholes.

10/19
DAMN THEM, DAMN THEM ALL STRAIGHT TO HELL!!! They took Cardamom, I just know they did. She went out some time after sundown and she’s not back yet. It’s been hours now. I’m going out to look for her.10/20
She’s gone. I should’ve seen it coming. The Tower, a crisis. Five of Wands, tension boiling over. Inverted Ten of Cups, destruction of family and life and love. And of course Death, for once plain as day, its most straightforward meaning possible. Death in that spread was supposed to be the possibilities the month brought. Instead it was just another omen. She’s gone and I don’t know what to do and I don’t know how I’ll go on, I should’ve done more I should’ve protected her I should’ve seen the signs WHY DIDN’T I SEE THE SIGNS DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMITI swear I’ll do whatever it takes to get you back sweet girl

I swearWhatever it takes

10/27
I’ve been leaving offerings for days. Doing everything I can to drive Cardamom from my thoughts long enough to focus on reaching out to the Fae realm. I can’t reach Cardamom through any of my regular methods. Maybe it’s the violence surrounding her death. Maybe something else. All I know is I NEED to talk to her, I need to apologize, I need to beg her forgiveness for not keeping her safe. And I know I can’t do it myself. The only sign I’m any closer to contacting the fae is this raven who keeps showing up on my windowsill. Or it may be unrelated. I hope I reach them soon, I don’t know how long I can keep going. In the meantime I turned the village's feed corn into snails. Enjoy, bastards.10/31
It finally happened. I contacted the Fae. I made a trade. It doesn’t feel like I lost much, though I guess that’s the nature of trading with the Fae, I’m sure to feel it later. In exchange for gaining more powerful magic, strong enough to permanently commune with Cardamom’s spirit, my patron gained the portion of my soul that left me when Cardamom died. They also marked me with antlers, something about their house mark or whatever. I’m sure I’ll get used to them, it’s a small price to pay for having my sweet kitten back home, even if she’s a bit less… substantial than she used to be. Drawing Death did mean death, but Cardamom was right after all. Cycling, metamorphosis, change. This month brought horrors and pain and heartbreak, but it has now brought me new power, new possibilities. And perhaps new friends, that raven has stuck around after all.