Three of Swords and Ace of Pentacles
So my co-conspirator at the shop playfully reached for my cards, joked about what would pop up as she half-heartedly began to shuffle, and, right on cue, the 3 of Swords and Ace of Pentacles flew onto the floor together in a little 2-card mini fan.
She made some strange squeaky noise and stared at them. "What do you make of this?"
"You're avoiding the conflict necessary to create a breakthrough. No one is coming to save you; you have to save yourself."
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She just stared at me.
"I'll keep going if you want." She nodded. "You go to great lengths to avoid arguments or confrontations, and since you see jumpers from the deck as signs from the universe," I paused for a moment, "You can't have peace at any cost because the cost is your bottom line right now, and this is the thing preventing you from growing the way you want to. You need to boss up and hitch up your big girl panties, because the sort of breakthrough in the 3 of Swords is not difficult to achieve - that sword doesn't have to really struggle hard to get out of that vesica piscis. It just has to slide right on out, easy peasy. Whatever you were thinking about when you picked up my cards may feel monumental, but I assure you, it's not."
Her mouth opened, closed, then opened again. All I could think of was Foghorn Leghorn: "I say, I say, son, your mouth is moving, but no sound is coming out."
"You also need to not be touching my cards." I laughed. "That is your message from the universe in two cards."