I stumbled across a page that felt like a slow-burning ember—full of mystic energy, deep desire, and raw potential. But I can tell the loudest critic in the room is you.
Let me just say this: You got this. For real.
This space isn’t here to judge—it’s the practice ground, the forge, the altar. You don’t owe perfect. You don’t owe polished. Just show up. Show your fire.
And maybe think about this Fire Card: “I will no longer give my power away. What I burn through, I rise from.”
Use that. Practice here. Let it all out. You don’t have to prove a damn thing to anyone. We’re all just strangers with stories. And yours is worth telling.
I stumbled across a page that felt like a slow-burning ember—full of mystic energy, deep desire, and raw potential. But I can tell the loudest critic in the room is you.
Let me just say this: You got this. For real.
This space isn’t here to judge—it’s the practice ground, the forge, the altar. You don’t owe perfect. You don’t owe polished. Just show up. Show your fire.
And maybe think about this Fire Card: “I will no longer give my power away. What I burn through, I rise from.”
Use that. Practice here. Let it all out. You don’t have to prove a damn thing to anyone. We’re all just strangers with stories. And yours is worth telling.
https://open.substack.com/pub/coreycallison/p/the-fire-card?r=5g748g&utm_medium=ios
I must say it made me chuckle to myself to see you say that I am the loudest critic in the room here 🤭 like oh jeez, I am that obvious huh?!? 🤣😅
Thank you for your compliments and lovely words of encouragement.
I will have a look at the post you shared 😇
You are the messenger for the souls that need to hear that nugget or that inspiration.
My strength came from watching Tarot readers on TIKTOK. The universes algorithm will always show us what we need when we’re ready.