ABytch, Why are you here?

NOTE: This post is primarily to explain the purpose of this blog. If you’re wanting to get to know me personally, comment and include your social media accounts or click here for a brief bio. As my primary goals for ABytch.com are to provide information on the basics of Astrology and Tarot. As I get…

Shadow Works: A Personal Tarot Reading by AstreauxBytch

What’s up, foks!! I hope this week is starting off on a positive note despite the intensity and confusion our current astrology indicates. The New Moon that occurred on Friday, January 24, 2020 at 4 degrees in the sign of Aquarius marked the Lunar New Year (Chinese New Year) and was square to Uranus in…

Awakening of the Inner Child

I had an epiphany while analyzing how adamant I was re:my decision to excommunicate the friend I recently visited and a few other seemingly close relationships that disintegrated because the were based on a function on a foundation of shared toxicity.  What these situations have in common (because these people are very different in presentation…

Wake up! Your gift is calling…

There have been many epiphanies lately in light of my reflection on self sabotage, participation in essentially dissatisfying connections, and hesitancy when it comes to wholeheartedly pursuing my passions.  I realize that a lot of these issues and behaviors are from a toxic and internalized belief that was re-iterated to me often as a child…

freewrite: power struggle

Sometimes, it breathes in me, barely concealed disconnection from the body, expanding with my inhales, blatantly tempting other with each release word written wasted, every feeling hardly harnessed proof of both my hell and of humanity How must I explain the ineffable experience of my own unbridled power, the intrinsic order of human limitlessness? …and the opposite,…

Baggage Claim: Assumtive

“ She stumbled thirty miles delirious Toward the last exit She’d passed, bitter, face contorted, drooping with sweat and back ache before recalling the map her mother shoved into her purse showing a rest a mile ahead of where she’d stopped. That’s how presumption works… wasted time pretending to know.