Sunlight-Colored Roses

Being a Lightworker, focusing only on Angels, Light deities, I can’t sustain that. Something in me craves darkness, the solace of cemeteries, reminders of death and symbols, like vampires, of the destructive nature that is a part of me.

I’m not Wiccan, I’m not Buddhist. It hurts not to belong to anything, but I have to be myself. Those who have done a lot in spirituality work don’t seem like they adhere to everyone else either.

I love to heal and lend energy, positive force, light and love. I feel like my real self when I am at the beginning of a cycle, full of sunlight and optimism.

But the darker part of me that waxes, then quickly overwhelms me with an eclipse. I lose my perspective, I become hopeless, I feel others are trying to harm me. I draw up into myself and feel alone and filled with pain.

I was thinking I would like to buy an oracle card set, but I don’t know which set to buy. The healing set I like, and it’s a direction I want to go.