The Flying Mermaid ★: August 2021

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It's no news that I have had an extremely sharp intuition since childhood, most human beings are open books for me, and psychology is one of my favorite fields.

Few, however, know that for some time I have also been working with... Tarot. And no, I don't wear a headscarf, a gypsy dress, and I don't cast spells or play with a crystal ball.

Devilishness.

Black magic.

Witchcraft.

For most people, tarot is witchcraft, occultism, satanic practices, and other forbidden miracles. Something that shouldn't be done, something that messes with your head and has nothing to do with reality, but only... Illegally gets money from those who believe, which makes me laugh so much, because most of those who do it, don't read for earnings, but for getting to know themselves and sensitizing their intuition.

Well, but... After all, what can cards with several pictures tell you. If you have no clue about them, you're right - they won't tell you anything.

There are many superstitions, sayings and beliefs from human unawareness on the subject of tarot, causing unjustified fear in many people. People are afraid that it is just a sin, magic, that it will harm and bring evil, that the voice of the devil speaks through cards. Every time I hear it, I can't believe that you can think that at all, so a short explanation - it's not a prayer or calling ghosts, hello 😉

In fact, reading cards is interpreting them based on the gut feelings that come when you uncover each one. It is communication with your own intuition, training your own sixth sense, and in the simplest way, listening to yourself and getting to know your psyche, your consciousness and subconsciousness, and with a high probability helping someone who is struggling with a problem, who is terrified by some question, or is at a crossroads and has no idea what to do with themselves.

Contrary to beliefs, nothing bad ever happened to anyone, no one ever made a life mistake, on the contrary - those who approached the topic without irritation and kept the tips in mind, managed to avoid many unpleasantries. People benefited, I got to know myself even better, I found out that my intuition really has the power and, often following its voice, I came out unscathed from confusing situations. And Satan, devil and other demons have not visited anyone.

Before I started practicing, I also had some concerns if it made any sense at all, but I quickly found out that it did. Not only cognitive, but also relaxing, it opens the mind, often is a great entertainment, especially when reading to someone you know, and in the company of aromatic candles and stones like amethysts, crystals or moonstones, a unique atmosphere and relaxation guaranteed!

I recommend it with all my heart, it's worth trying, it's nothing wrong, and a bit of white magic in life will never hurt ✨

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In the modern and highly developed world there are many worries, problems and stress. We worry actually about everything, often trifles, which in fact don't matter, but can easily give us sleepless nights. We are used to the constant lack of time, we have learned to chase money, success or material goods... However, this is not the same thing everywhere. In distant regions of the world, there are still nooks where people live, people who don't know constant rush, endless rivalry and worrying about anything that will not save their lives.

These people are happy people.

I am someone who was made to live to the fullest. I come from a world where everything goes fast, where civilization has reached the highest stages, where the one who doesn't fight for more, lags behind, becomes the loser and the winner is the one who achieves the most. I'm not ashamed of this because I know that this reality shaped me, made me strong and having both feet on the ground. After all I'm a person who knows what I want, get anything I desire and go forward without looking back. Intensive life, striving for the greatest possible performance, reach and news, setting goals to achieve and fighting to become even better version of myself, in every aspect, is my everyday life, something that is an integral part of my lifestyle and living.

For a long time, "the race for the better" seemed to me something essential, something necessary to survive. The fact that we, those from the "big world", are constantly full of thoughts, we worry about what we should not, often look for problems where they are not, and can't sleep at night, because something went not as we planned, seemed so inconspicuous that basically natural.

Everything changed when I went to Africa. First, then second, fifth and tenth time. As a flight attendant, I spent months in the Black Continent, with the passing time I had the impression that it became my second home. I met wonderful people, made friends with some of them, almost everyday contact continues all the time, despite the fact that we come from realities that differ from each other like two galaxies and live tens of thousands of kilometers from each other, our friendship is so strong that not many things can break it. I met people who are really happy. Their happiness that they live, that they can enjoy every day comes from the bottom of their hearts and it's amazing.

They don't have much. They don't live wealthy. They don't have full bank accounts. They do not live in comfortable flats, apartments or luxury residences. They are often hungry and have nothing to put in their mouths. Nothing comes to them at the snap of a finger. These people live in the poorest countries, in the poorest corners, and they showed me a different world, a world where the worry is to provide food when there's famine and water for the family, and the fear is the death of a loved one. This is not a world where the family consists of mom, dad and child. This is not a world where, for every child, the government pays money for its better growth, where every young person from the youngest age is sent to various educational centers. This is not a place where children are surrounded by the best toys. In Africa, families are made up of even a dozen or so children, where most of them don't know what real toys are, where they play with sticks and stones. This is a place where very few can afford their children's participation in school activities that are extremely expensive. People are looking for work on the streets, selling bananas, herbs, fish (which are luxury goods, far from the ocean you can forget about them) or other local products. What do they get for it? Pennies. From a visitor's point of view - they have nothing. And for them, a little water in a bowl and a basket of fruit or fish is a blessing. For these people, the sun, a bit of food and a smile on the child's face are all they need for happiness. Although they live in sometimes extremely poor conditions, they love each other and themselves, smile all the time, they're incredibly cheerful and spread the joy. Their optimism is so pure and authentic that many "rich" could envy them.

These people are great. Thanks to them I became high-spirited, felt much lighter and believed that true happiness is not in splendor and constant competition. Thanks to them I felt that my life doesn't have to please others, so that it would be perfect for me, that I would feel comfortable with it. Thanks to them, I felt attachment to Africa and I will always be happy to go back there. Today, honestly, I can't imagine not having my favorite Blackies in my life. I hope that my wings will take me many more times where life goes on slowly, where many worries are forgotten and I'll be able to meet more wonderful characters.

Although it seems unbelievable, life is not about a rat race, a constant run and a fight for someone's approval. Because how to be truly happy without being happy with yourself?

Somewhere in the world there are people for whom our complicated problems don't exist. They are hungry, poor, yet they enjoy every single day and are happy to have themselves and a little food and water. Before we complain again and look for more problems, let's think whether it is worth it.

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Start living a normal life! Like any normal woman your age! You should start a family and have kids, not live in a fairytale! What you imagine?! Get real, girl!!!

NO, I SHOULD NOT AND DON'T HAVE TO HAVE KIDS.

I thought that the times when women were considered only chickens to keep at home and lay eggs, with no opinion of their own and the right to do what they loved, had long since passed with the wind. And yet not. But it still goes on. It's the Middle Ages still dancing in the minds of many people and... This fact is terrifying.

There's no week when I don't listen to the same song from someone, that my life is not life, that it's abnormal, that I'm wasting my time, that I should do something with myself, that my life is slipping through my fingers... EXCUSE ME?! Oh, it would if I was sitting in a cage doing what people expect me to do.

I AM NOT AN INCUBATOR. NO WOMAN IS.

We don't live in the era of the Disney princesses, where the only purpose of the lives of young women was to get married, run a house and give birth to a bunch of children, which was a real indicator of happiness and fulfillment of dreams. Of course, which girls have such a vision of their future, let them go towards their goal and great, I wish them the all best, but... It would be cool if society finally pulled together and understood that for some people life is traveling, is a career, it's about growing and making dreams come true other than diapers, toys and teethers. So hard to accept someone else's choices, a different path? Judging by the behavior of people - I think so.

It was enough that yesterday I put a photo with a baby on an Instagram story once and admitted that its presence irritated me terribly. I didn't write anything about other kids, did not add that I hate kids, nor did I say anywhere that I never want to have them, and a wave of hatred and disgusting, insolent comments from some users have already spilled over me. Is it normal? Not. Summarizing the situation directly, some have serious problems with accepting a different point of view of another person, sometimes so large that it manifests itself as aggression, which strongly smells of mental disorders, or to put it mildly, deviations and intolerance.

PREGNANCY? NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS.

Getting into the panties and belly of a woman you are not is, to put it mildly, distasteful. This is simply not acceptable, unless you are a human being without feeling and even a little bit of good manners. Why do people have problem to me? Because of my job? Lifestyle? Personality? Most likely yes. Because it is incomprehensible to them, unreachable, because they have never even licked what I am doing.

Yes, I know that my friends, and even younger ones, already have kids. I know they are pregnant. And what? Honestly - I'm not interested in that. I never was. When I see photos in social media with huge bellies or ultrasound images, I don't spend a minute on them, because I don't care and it is as significant for me as last year's snow (which, by the way, actually did not appear around me at all).

And no matter how much pressure will be placed on me by society, that at my age I should not approach life the way I do, that it's time for kids, not living with head in the clouds, I will do my own thing anyway, because I have my priorities and I am little interested in whether others agree with them or not.

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