Crow Talk: Ghosted But Glowing — A Tarot Reading for No-Contact Confusion
🪞CROW CONFESSION #2: Trying to Understand Someone Who Won’t Talk to Me
For: Ghosted
Spread: The Star • Knight of Cups • Four of Pentacles
Requested Roast Level: 4–6 (Flirty, Sacred, Gentle-but-Real)
🕯️ INQUIRY SNAPSHOT
Client Alias: Ghosted Girl
Roast Level: 5 (Soft talons. One wink, one truth bomb.)
Reading Topic: A no-contact connection for months following a misunderstanding; wanting clarity about what’s going on with him.
Card Spread Selected:
The Star — Wishful thinking or real alignment?
Knight of Cups — Feeling it deep, but is it grounded?
Four of Pentacles — Clenched hearts, closed doors
Intuition Keywords:
Lingering energy. Soft obsession. Frozen conversations. Hoping, holding, hesitating.
OPENING MONOLOGUE (Loui’s Voice)
This isn’t about decoding him like he’s the Da Vinci Code in gym shorts.
This is about catching the echo that started in your own chest.
The silence? Yeah, it’s suspicious. The ache? Loud. And the spiral? Already warming up backstage.
But this confession isn’t about whether he’s still thinking about you.
It’s about the fact that something in the air still is.
A thread that didn’t get tied off. A feeling that walked out mid-sentence.
And no, we’re not here to drag anyone. (Okay, maybe lightly nudge with a psychic feather.)
We’re just not going to let your sacred heart keep singing harmony to someone who forgot their part.
You don’t need a decoder ring.
You need a mirror that talks back with love, clarity, and just enough sass to make it feel like healing.
Let’s begin.
🃏 CARD-BY-CARD READINGS
🌟 The Star — “Shiny or Just Sparkly?”
This card twinkles like a promise, but don’t get fooled. The Star is real, yes. So was the feeling. So was the flutter in your chest. But before you go setting up camp under that cosmic crush, let’s be clear: sometimes it’s not destiny. Sometimes it’s just dopamine dressed in glitter and wrapped in a bow.
You felt lit up, sure. You saw the spark. But don’t mistake the sparkle for your guiding star. Sometimes, you’ve got to stop staring at the glimmer and ask: what did this light ignite in you, and how can you carry that spark forward—whether he’s still in the picture or not?
It’s okay to hope. It’s okay to feel. Just don’t mistake a flicker for the flame. The Star isn’t here to tell you the story’s written in the sky—it’s here to remind you that you’re the one who gets to write the next chapter.
You don’t need him to light the way. You’ve got your own damn match.
🖊️ Journal Prompt:
What was lit up in me when I was with him? What part of me felt truly awakened, and how do I carry that energy with me now?
What’s the next step for me, whether he’s part of it or not?
📣 Overlay Line: Stars don’t do follow-ups. They just make sure you’re glowing without one.
🫀 Knight of Cups — “Was It Romance or Just Really Good Vibes?”
This card rolls in like a playlist and a promise.
Flirty. Poetic. Slightly allergic to follow-through.
It’s the energy of “I saw galaxies in your eyes” followed by… radio silence and a half-hearted meme two weeks later.
Yes, the feeling was real. But was it mutual? Or were you out here penning sonnets while he was accidentally liking your story from a burner account?
This Knight wants you to know:
Your heart is not a tip jar.
You don’t need to pour it all out hoping someone leaves you a sign they noticed.
Feel what you felt. Just don’t give him co-writing credit on a love song he didn’t show up to record.
🖊️ Journal Prompt:
What part of me wants to be swept—and what part is tired of being left to mop up?
📣 Overlay Line:
Not a heartbreak. Just a one-person rom-com with no sequel.
🪙 Four of Pentacles — “Holding On or Hosting a Ghost?”
This card is gripping so tight it’s got stress knuckles.
It’s the vibe of clutching a feather thinking it’s the whole bird.
It’s not obsession—it’s instinct.
The heart wants to make meaning. And when someone goes silent, sometimes we grab tighter, thinking that’ll keep the story from disappearing.
But love isn't a museum. It doesn’t need preservation—it needs participation.
And if someone’s energy has been on “Do Not Disturb” since February?
Featherbrain, it’s time to stop texting the wind.
Letting go isn’t betrayal.
It’s spiritual pest control.
Make space. Open a window. Call your clarity home.
🖊️ Journal Prompt:
Why would I want to keep a door open for someone who doesn’t even knock?
📣 Overlay Line: You don’t need an altar for someone who’s still ghosting you.
🔥 SACRED ROAST
You didn’t fall for him.
You fell for the part of yourself that finally felt seen.
And now that he’s gone quiet, it’s tempting to treat that version of you like a ghost, too.
But here’s Loui’s truth spell:
The connection lit you. But you were the flame.
He didn’t steal your light—he just stood near it for a while.
🧹 RITUAL — “THE STAR RESET”
You’ll Need:
✨ One glass of water
✨ One small mirror (or phone camera)
✨ A piece of paper with your unanswered questions
✨ A moment alone
What To Do:
Fill the glass with water—label it “Hope” if you want to be dramatic (Loui approves).
Stare into the mirror and read your questions aloud—don’t try to solve them.
Fold the paper and place it under the glass.
Say:
“He doesn’t need to answer for me to choose peace.
I return to my center. I pour the hope back into me.”Drink the water. Yes, really.
Then say:
“I don’t wait for silence to speak. I choose clarity.”
Finishing Move:
Blow a kiss to your own reflection. Wink.
Then throw on your favorite playlist and walk away like you’ve already moved on.
💬 AFFIRMATION
“I still hope. But I don’t hold my breath.
I release the wait. I reclaim my peace.”
🖤 FINAL SIGN-OFF MESSAGE
This wasn’t just a tarot reading.
This was a reclamation.
You asked what’s going on with him—and Loui gently rerouted the question back where it always belonged:
What’s going on with you?
Because waiting for someone else to return isn’t half as powerful as returning to yourself.
Your heart showed up. Your clarity is catching up.
Come back anytime.
— Loui Crow
(Three eyes open. One softly closed in a wink.)
🕊️ BLESSING
May the silence teach you stillness, not self-doubt.
May your longing become a lantern, not a leash.
And may you remember: love isn’t gone. It just lives in you now.
👻 Bonus Scene: Loui Evicts the Ghost (Mid-Reading)
Loui lights a stick of dragon’s blood incense, pulls out a glitter-drenched crowbar, and kicks open the creaky attic door of your subconscious.
There’s the ghost. Sitting on a throne made of “What ifs” and “Maybe he’ll reach out.”
He’s not paying rent. He’s haunting your nervous system.
Loui says,
“Listen, Casper. You had your chance.
No messages since February?
You don’t get altar space and free emotional Wi-Fi.”
With a wink and a dramatic feather flip, Loui boots him out the window like a dusty love letter.
The air clears. Your spine straightens. Your heart exhales.
You don’t need closure from a ghost.
You need room to breathe.
🪙 BONUS RITUAL: “Out You Go, Emotional Squatter”
For when someone’s silence is taking up sacred space in your brain real estate.
What You’ll Need:
One coin (or anything small + round: button, stone, bottle cap = works)
A windowsill or open door
Your sassiest wrist flick
The holy authority of a crow who's done hosting hauntings
What To Do:
Hold the coin in your hand like it’s the last remaining ounce of “what if.”
Name it. Out loud or in your head.
“This is the story I’ve been gripping.”
“This is the version of them I keep hoping shows up.”
“This is the ghost I’m tired of feeding.”
Step up to the window.
Take a breath.
Now flick that thing like you’re launching a tenant notice from the realm of Boundaried Beings™.
Say (with sacred sass):
“Out you go.
You don’t get to haunt this heart.
My peace pays rent.
You did not.”
Finishing Move:
Dust off your hands.
Whisper “93” like a spell.
And walk away like your nervous system just got the security deposit back.
