HeyJaredLehi
Poetry, self love, advocating for women, manifestation. Tarot and collective messages. Fan fiction, horror, fantasy. Exploring identity and leaving religion behind through words. Private (often poetic) tarot readings available for purchase via DM
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- Sep 23, 2026
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Cleo (opens the original)
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She was a smile across the room and a moment in time where the rotation of the earth seemed to slow down as she stopped mid stride from walking and texting to look up and give me those soft eyes and warm smile before she continued on.She was the girl checking customers out at the grocery line and as the redneck prick in front of me talked down to her and was so rude and I could see her eyes glisten a bit with the tears she was holding back he stormed off with his groceries and she turned to me a
Your first baptism was in the waters of her womb. (opens the original)
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Our first baptism was in the waters of her womb.Before the waters broke, we floated inside a woman. Our first sky was her ribs, and her heartbeat was the rhythm of heaven over us.The boundaries of our universe was her body. For days, weeks, and months, she carried the whole world we knew.In water and darkness, she was our firstsOur first constellation of the lights of electrical impulses.Before thunder, there was a heartbeat in sync with our own.Before the earth held our feet, her body was holdi
“But she was nice to me” (opens the original)
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But She Was Nice to MeSome women move through the world with warmth spilling naturally out of them.They remember the small thing you told them weeks ago. They notice when someone has gone quiet at the table and pull them back into the conversation. They laugh easily, hug their friends, compliment strangers, make eye contact when someone is speaking and have a way of making the person in front of them feel, for a moment, like they are the only person there.There is something beautiful about being
The wolf remembers the moon (opens the original)
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For millennia women were in rhythm with one another and with the moon. This truth was carried across continents, tribes and islands by people who had no contact with one another and yet kept telling us the same story about women, blood, cycles and the sky above them. There was a time when this was simply part of what humanity knew. That the moon followed women and synchronized perfectly with them, keeping time above while their bodies kept time below.As living calendars these oracles traversed t
Genesis (opens the original)
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The newborn ear held the words spilling from the elders’ lips long before ink and parchment learned to contain the ancient contracts.Children of peoples scattered for millennia across North, Central, and South America, Europe, Africa, Asia, Australia, and the islands between them, divided by mountains and deserts and seas that had swallowed the old Ice Age crossings, heard the old tales. Slightly altered by tongue and time, they still carried Mother and worshipped her in one form or another.Nati
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