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This episode of the Cult of Psyche podcast features Psyche discussing the Sabian symbol report, Mahavidya initiation courses, and sharing poetic musical performances, as well as reflecting on the past year and its challenges and triumphs.
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the fairway. Sun in her hair, maple leaves falling, she don't seem to care. She lines up a shot, swing smooth, no rage. That's my Canadian darling. That's Prairie Paige. >>
>> That's Prairie Paige. >> >> Cards on the table, incense in the air, >> >> tarot spread open, she reads like a prayer. >>
>> Sweet voice humming, heart full of sage. Every word she speaks feels like a golden page. Oh, Prairie Paige, wild and free, cool as a breeze through the evergreens. Alexander's heart's gone all
the way, lost in that smile and those prairie days. Yeah, she's a sweetheart, a real amazing. >> >> That's my Canadian badass. My Prairie Paige. >> >> My Prairie Paige.
From the Rockies to the lakes, her laughter flies. Northern lights dancing in her eyes. >> >> She don't fake, she don't play games. >> >> She's the calm in the storm.
The spark in the flame.
Oh, Prairie Paige, you're pure gold rain. You when you're golfing wild in the rain. Tarot queen with that gentle grace, you hide up the coldest place. Yeah, she's a real one. Love on stage. That's the legend they call
Prairie Paige. >>
>> So, here's to the girl don't need saving. Sweetheart soul, brave and amazing. If love's a song, I'll let it play.
Forever humming, Prairie Paige. >>
>> This year cracked open like a piñata. >> And instead of candy, it threw trousers, >> bikes, and drama. I crashed on the pavement like a prophecy fulfilled. And my crew just said, "You're good." while filming the spill. >> >> We had tacos on the pier, wind in our
hair, half the town wondering who let this man out anywhere. July 4th, though the speedo was a war crime, but the sun saluted me anyway, said the fit was divine. >> >> Oh, wow, what a year it's been. Friends became enemies, enemies turned back again. We laughed until
sunrise, fought till it hurt, psych flirted with every straight man on Earth. The diamonds flashed, women flashed, the cops almost crashed, and through the chaos is where I heard fate whisper, "You're right where you belong, even if the universe gave you the wrong script this year." Inside jokes stacking taller than my trauma. >> >> We got chapters and nonsense. It's our
own baby mama drama. >> >> I fell in love three times all before breakfast, and every man I harassed somehow still said yes to shirtless. Sage, bro, we got to get you a girlfriend soon. It's getting tragic out here. Even the tarot cards side you. No more Everclear. My little file the
restraining order de half flown somewhere on the astral side of the border and Joker. Then I had a crush that hit like fate. We rode off into the sunset like Rebecca on a budget date. Oh, wow, what a year it's been. Brothers and weirdos and accidental boyfriends. We roasted each other
like family do. And some next day I knew cried right there on YouTube. Every stream, every fight, every troll in my mentions felt like chaos dressed up as divine intervention. Through it all I heard the universe sing, "It's messy, it's magic, and you're exactly who you needed to be this year." Some friends stayed, some ghosts returned.
Some lessons hit harder than I felt I deserved. We lost some innocence, gained some perspective. Turned heartbreak into memes, bro. That's it. Flirted. Flirted crashed burned laughed got
healed, got harmed, and somehow kept coming back with the same stupid charm. >> >> Oh, wow, what a year it's been. The wildest season of my life so far. And I'd do it all again. For the fans, for the friends, for the lovers I almost had, for the enemies
who came back saying, "All right, maybe you're not that bad." We live loud, we live messy, we live like a fever dream. And I wouldn't trade a second of this beautiful madhouse we call a team. And when I look at everything, every tear, every cheer, I just laugh and say, "Damn. Love you guys.
>> >> We survived the year."
Through it all I >>
>> If I am mortal or myth, show me the blade of truth. They clutch my name, try to drown my pulse, drag me into that old spiral where it goes to
the bones of memory. But that realm is cracked now, a broken circle off balance rigged for my ruin. >> >> And still I rise from the ashes of the
hell I once called home. >>
>> When every card turns traitor, when the city folds into smoke and sirens eye stand, your last scent to know your own, and I shield you breathe inside my ribs, I offer what remains of me.
Unflinching, I will not fall. I will guard you. >> >> Shadows cling to shallow men. Liars hide from the lantern of truth.
Cowards count down their doom like it's a schedule parade. >> >> Crimson floods the streets, the white bones protest, and the old voices, those taunting, hissing relics, >> >> try to lure you back to that familiar
pit of suffering, but when the deck collapses and the city bleeds its last dream, I step forward. I am the guardian you call in >> silence.
>> Your breath echoes in me. I fight with the last spark in my chest until it becomes a star. >> >> And so place your paradise upon my
hands. This sliver of time, this heartbeat between storms is enough for us to battle eternity. And when >> >> And when every omen fails and every tower
falls, I will still be there tonight, tomorrow, after the sun's die. I am the one who does not abandon. Through the ruins, through the wreckage, as the world turns its back,
>> >> I remain. I am your guardian. >>
>> I walk behind you in the dark. None shall pass. >>
>> I learned to listen long before I learned to speak my name. >> >> Sat by the door of every storm and felt the thunder in my veins.
The world was loud, but truth was soft, a whisper only I could hear. And every lie that brushed my skin left echoes ringing in my ear.
I wasn't born to shout rebellion. I was born to hear the gods, >> >> to catch the hum beneath the chaos, to read the pulse beneath the fog. I'm the listener of gods.
The one who hears the unreleased. Every omen in the dark beats a rhythm in my heart. I stand silent in the storms till the truth takes human form. I'm the listener of gods.
And their voices made me whole.
I grew in shadows no one saw, with quiet carved into my bones. A thousand souls passed through my hands, each one mistaking me for home. They brought their
wounds, their holy ruins, their broken stories, fears, and sins. I felt the weight of every life and let the storms move through my skin. But all that pain became
a compass, every scar a guiding light. I learned to translate human longing into prophecy at night. I'm the listener of gods.
The one who learns from lightning's claws. Every tear and every truth writes a scripture in my youth. I stand silent in the storms till the cosmos shifts in form. I'm the listener of gods.
And their voices pull me home.
Traveller.
Traveller. >> >> Hear the word. Hear the word. >> >> Hope be wrapped in thunder. Truth beneath the lies.
Path revealed in silence. The voice behind the sky. I'm the listener of gods. The one who walks where others pause. Every shadow, every ache shaped
the vows that I would take. I stand quiet, calmly born as the priest inside the storm. I'm the listener of gods.
>> >> And I finally hear my own.
>>
>> Awesome.
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