Spirit Showed Up in My Bed — and Not in the Fun Way
August 1, 2025. I was in a solid mood — energized, borderline cocky, and fully prepared to let Spirit either hype me up or call me out. So I climbed into bed (yes, bed — because that’s where all the real magic happens), grabbed ALL my tarot and oracle decks like I’m hosting a spiritual slumber party, and said:
“Alright, Spirit. I’m listening. Spill it.”
Cue the spiritual download. It came in layers. Like a cosmic lasagna.
First cards out? “Stuck in Fear” and “Community Calls.” Spirit Has Entered the Chat.
Okay, rude — but also accurate. Apparently, I’ve been playing it safe, hoarding my solitude like a fat kid with cupcakes. Spirit’s basically saying, “Look bitch, you’re not a recluse, you’re just scared of peopling again. Let’s ease back into humanity, yeah?”
Then came Temperance, Ace of Pentacles, and Five of Wands.
Translation: “You're finding balance, something new wants to sprout, but people are going to try and talk over your inner voice while you’re doing it.” Noted. My mantra now? Let them. I’m busy growing things.
And because the universe LOVES to layer it on, we got Compassion (99) and Miao Shan.
The vibe here? Divine Mom with the raised eyebrow. She’s not here to coddle, but she IS here to remind me that I don’t have to earn rest or kindness. Mercy isn't weakness — it's flexing your softness and still walking like you own the place.
Next up: Four of Cups, Knight of Pentacles, and Five of Cups. All aboard the Human Mess Express.
So basically: “You’re moving forward, but also kind of bored, slightly emotionally hungover, and contemplating past decisions like it’s a Netflix binge you regret.” Slow progress is still progress. And apparently, occasional grumpiness is allowed.
Then we had a triple threat: Three of Swords, Ten of Wands, and Two of Swords.
Aka: Emotional paper cuts, too much crap in your emotional backpack, and a side of “Do I stay or do I go?” indecision. This was the moment I realized Spirit was not pulling punches today.
But then — The Hermit and Six of Swords entered like chill older siblings with incense and good advice. I’m not retreating. I’m relocating my peace.
And Now... My Soul Would Like a Word.
The final wave of cards came through like a love letter I didn’t know I needed. Ace of Cups. Six of Swords. Eight of Cups. From a different deck, no less — because apparently Spirit wanted to remix the message for dramatic flair.
What I heard loud and clear? “Your heart is online. You know what needs to be released. You’re not sad, you’re sure.”
And that hit. Not because I’m trying to run away from anything — but because I’m finally ready to walk toward something that doesn’t require shape-shifting to feel safe.
So what was this all really about?
It wasn’t a warning. It wasn’t even a pep talk. It was a clarifier. It was Spirit’s exit monologue.
“You’ve done the work. Now stop second-guessing it. Your softness is your power, your solitude is sacred, and your ‘hell no’ is holy.”
So yeah, I pulled cards in bed and got read like a book. Not mad about it. Definitely felt seen. Might do it again next week.
If your bed is also your altar and you’ve been feeling the shift, maybe it’s your turn. Pull the cards. Light the candle. Have the conversation with the Universe. Just be warned: Spirit’s got jokes.
xo,
Lily-Jade