Rebecca Scolnick's Blog, page 7
March 20, 2025
A New Day Dawns
Hello! Happy Aries Season! Happy Zodiacal New Year! Happy Spring Equinox!
I tossed a poll into The Soup™ Discord server to see how y’all preferred to receive this tarot forecast—watching, listening, or reading. Overwhelmingly, the winner was reading, which really surprised me! But for those who prefer to listen, I’ve included an audio version as well. Thank you for voting!
In March 2025: Do It With Your Whole Chest, I calculated the numerological energy of the Spring Equinox, taking place this year on March 20th, 2025, and shared the following:
THE SPRING EQUINOX
03/20/2025
3+2+0+2+0+2+5 = 14/5
Welcome to a brand-new spin around the wheel! Welcome to the point in the cycle where the eternal waters of Pisces give way to the strike of the match that is Aries! Welcome to the spark and the fire, the renewal and resurrection, the mountain and the sun rising over its ridge. Hark! An angel is sounding its holy trumpet! Arise from your bed and run out to meet the dawning of a new day! Bring offerings of laughter and levity, along with the ashes of your old self! Run, skip, walk, wheel yourself towards warmth and a willingness to see what’s around the corner. Cry out with wild abandon! Today is yours. Take it, catch it, wrestle it, enjoy it, delight in it, squeeze it, kiss it, put it in your pocket. Change is here.
From the bold sections above, I created a tarot spread for our collective reading.
We’re absolutely having more of a spiritual equinox than other years, especially seeing as the numbers 14 and 5 are represented in the tarot by Temperance (14) and the Hierophant (5)! We are being called to tune into spirit, communicate with angels, stay open for divine intervention, and strip away any remaining middlemen between you and your spiritual practice, your deities, your spirit guides, your ancestors, or whoever you work with.
However you choose to celebrate, having authentic, empiric, physical experiences with your magic and your spirit practices feels like a really juicy way to head into this spring season and this brand-new zodiacal year.
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THE SPRING EQUINOX SPREAD
The New Day Dawning — Our ally or our theme for the spring season
Offerings of Laughter & Levity — What we can find joy in
The Ashes of Old Selves — What is crossing over the threshold with us
How to Walk or Wheel to Warmth — Tips, tricks, and skills we can employ in this season
How to Stay Willing to See What’s Next — Where we are experiencing resurrection or renewal
If you do your own spread, tag me @beescolnick on IG/bsky, or @rebeccascolnick here!
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OUR SPRING EQUINOX SPREADFor our group reading, I used the Internet Lore Tarot on Moonlight—where I have also updated my booking calendar for 15-minute async videos and 30-minute live sessions—and of course, the spread is five cards because that’s our number of the day for March 20, 2025, this year’s Equinox.
Indulge in this reading in whatever way feels good, peaceful, and supportive to you. Inhale it while you’re waiting on hold. Light candles, grab a stone, get cozy with a familiar. Sneak it in between Zoom meetings. But before you devour, take a deep breath in through the nose and out through the mouth, letting out any sound, energy, or wiggles.
Alright, let’s pull some cards!
March 17, 2025
THE POOL
This time last year, I went to the library and sat down with a spiral bound notebook and a pen. The brilliant had just announced that they were guest editing The Star edition of , founded by the incredible Hannah Levy, and I deeply wanted to be a part of it. When my hand started moving, it wasn’t an essay that started to flow, but fiction!
The story of a girl—
“I went back to the pool today to have another look. At what, I’m not sure—I’m never sure—and yet for the third day in a row, I sat at the edge of the great puddle between this land and that land, peeking over its crystalline surface, like a child peering into her mother’s bathroom mirror.
Or so I would imagine. I’ve never had a mother or a bathroom mirror, only picture books from a world that no longer exists.”
Okay, so that final stanza was a later addition during edits—which was a dream process by dream editors—but overall, what is now proudly published in The Rebis: The Star was written in two longhand writing sessions and a final pass once I’d typed it up. It was a creative channeling as healing as the card itself, a bright light in an otherwise dark time in my life, and the promise of a dream come true. A hope fulfilled, and a lovely reminder of creative community and anti-capitalist art. Endless gratitude to Charlie and Hannah for saying yes to my little story of apocalyptic longing, and helping me to nurture her into something transformative!
As Pisces season, and another zodiacal year, comes to a close, I want to share this story with you in full. Perhaps you can find some peace in it, or a moment of prayer and connection with spirit , here, in the deep waters where endings meet new beginnings.
So be it, so it is. See you on the other side!
ICYMI:🗓️: Week #12: March 17-23, 2025
🕯️: Secrets of Romani Fortune Telling w/ Jezmina Von Thiele and Paulina Stevens
🎟️: NumHERology, Mixology, and Thai Gastronomy (LIVE IN LA)
💍: Marriage By the Numbers: Planning Your Wedding Using Numerology
🎧: Call Your Coven is new! Listen to Coven Chat: Out of the Broom Closet
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THE REBIS: THE STAR
Edited by Hannah Levy and Charlie Claire Burgess
The Rebis is an annual tarot-themed print anthology of creative writing and art. This 114-page issue features the work of more than 30 writers, artists, and change-makers exploring themes found in The Star tarot card, including hope, inspiration, regeneration, and futurity.
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THE POOL
by Rebecca Scolnick
As published in The Rebis: The Star
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I went back to the pool today to have another look. At what, I’m not sure—I’m never sure—and yet for the third day in a row, I sat at the edge of the great puddle between this land and that land, peeking over its crystalline surface, like a child peering into her mother’s bathroom mirror.
Or so I would imagine. I’ve never had a mother or a bathroom mirror, only picture books from a world that no longer exists.
The ground below me was dry and cracked, its sharp slivers of rock and clay stabbing my skin as I shifted stiffly in my seat, but the sky above was heavy, full of clouds and ripe with rain. If they let go, not only would I be soaked for the long journey back, but whatever expression I might be lucky enough to see on the face of the pool would be stolen. Shattered into a million drop-shaped pieces, forever rippling towards the muddy banks.
By the grace of something undetermined, the weather held off. The thief never came.
My hands sweat a cold, clammy kind of perspiration that didn’t drip, but rather spread until it covered my palms, fingertips, and threadbare jeans. Someone once said that the pool’s magic worked better when you sat with your palms up, facing the sky—open, open, open; ready, ready, ready. But I had already tried that twice, and my faith was shaky enough to begin with. I pressed my palms to damp denim.
Waiting.
Watching.
Wishing for my Sight to take root.
Just like the pool, Sight is folklore from the old world, whispered between wives and widows. My favorite version of the story, which I overheard a few months ago while stringing linens up to dry, likened Sight to magic made real, and anyone with the gift to magicians. Oracles, once revered by kings, commanders, and common peoples alike for their wisdom and insights. I listened hungrily, my pulse quickening with an ancient awareness. But then the dinner bell rang and the ending was lost to the wind.
I never asked to hear the rest. There aren’t many in our current camp wanting to talk of those who see past this physical plane and into the center of the sky. The days of prophecy are over. Now, there’s only survival, and the hope it requires.
Still, there are those who consider Sight to be valuable.
It’s so much easier to survive when one is valuable...
In the dim light of the cloud-ridden sky, my blue-gray eyes flickered against the face of the pool. I blinked, half expecting my reflection to resist, to remain staring at me no matter how I moved. What a silly thought, to spy on the eyes themselves, when they are the ones who see. I tried to relinquish any need to know what was happening around me, dancing on the tightrope between dangerous and brave.
When the moment ended, my eyes stared back at me.
I’m told they’re my mother’s eyes, except hers showed blazing hot signs of Sight—a ring of flames around each iris. She died long before we came here, to this place where lands come together. I never knew her. I can’t remember the shape or color of her eyes any more than I can remember the sponge of her nipple between my gums. I didn’t have teeth when she died, but even if I did, teeth wouldn’t have changed what happened to her.
To us.
I wondered, in those next breaths, if it might be possible to conjure my mother’s face in the pool? If I stared hard enough, deep enough into my eyes—her eyes—and let my gaze glaze over until the rest of my features (ashy hair, pointed nose, the small bow of my lips) fuzzed, would I be able to see her? Could the glass of the ground reflect a version of her that most resembled me? Could the contours of my face shift, change, and rearrange until I could see her?
See me?
Would our likeness bring my gifts—her gifts, our gifts—to life?
Or did our magic die with her?
It seemed futile. I had no idea what I was looking for. Not after my three days at the edge of the well, and not after the twenty-nine years and three-hundred and sixty-four days that came before them. Year after year, my clock would tick, the Sun would return, but my Sight still hadn’t taken root. I was beginning to think it never would.
Today was my last chance. They say no one has ever developed Sight after thirty.
As I waited for the pool to give me my long overdue birthday present, I heard a rustling in the brush—the brittle whisper of leaves and twigs, which told the story of a spoiled sneak attack, or perhaps the arrival of an old friend.
The only problem was there was no brush. No foliage, friend, or foe.
Was it all in my head? The sound of an alarm bell in the recesses of my weary mind? Another example of my desperation for something more? Something grounded? Something real? Something of the Earth I still inhabited, as I waited for something of the sky above? Or perhaps the noise was a trick of the sky itself, and the shapeshifting spirits that occupy its vast expanse...
Whatever the case, it rattled my spirit.
My right eye twitched as I turned back towards the pool.
Soon, dusk would creep over the fields like the clouds over the sun—ruinous and concealing. I needed to leave soon.
I stared harder, a prayer forming in my mouth, hot against my tongue:
Please. Please. I am so tired.
Please. Please. I’ve come so far.
Please. Please. I need a sign.
Please. Please. I am trying so hard.
I repeated it over and over, until the rhyme delighted the parts of me that could still feel awe. Wonder and joy. I was reminded of long ago—at least three or four settlements back—when I would scrub the dishes after mealtime, making up little songs as the soap slipped through my fingers. The plates always felt so heavy in my hands, but precious. I dropped one once and cried over the pieces, hoping my tears might fill the cracks and hold like glue.
But water and salt can’t repair ceramic and no one has had glue for years.
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I let my mind flood with memory, with the last remnants of a time gone by. A way of life that had met an unceremonious end. Perhaps it was for the best? Nature’s way of accounting for a species that had outgrown its place in the cycle of things. Human beings had long forgotten how to multiply without possessing, how to progress without pillaging, how to appreciate without fleecing the joint.
The encampment where I was tasked with doing dishes had been safe for a while. It was far enough away from the center of the war that took my mother—that tried to take me too—and run by people who viewed themselves as stewards of Life, rather than masters of Death. When I was old enough to understand things, I would sit and listen to the elders speak. They held meetings nightly, right in the center of the camp, where they shared directives for the present, and visions for the future to any who would listen. Someone once said it reminded them of a “quad” on a “college campus,” but those words were strange to most and didn’t elicit the desired response.
Even then, and even though I didn’t have the proper language to express the thought, I wondered what it meant for a future if the people who survived could no longer share points of reference. I supposed it had always been that way—different cultures held different traditions and whatnot—but before the war, there had been many means for communication. For sharing, for exchange. For travel, too. Before the war, there were “airplanes,” big metal birds that could carry crowds from one country to another, and “trains,” cylindrical carriages that raced across the land like steel snakes.
Now, there was only the land you slept on and the people who helped you make your bed.
I gazed across the border, surveying where this land slipped into that land. It didn’t look any different to me, but what did I know? I was just a pithy human girl, sitting day after day by a puddle that wouldn’t talk back. Just a frilly little thing, who still clung to stories of hope and magic, of muses and oracles. Of the old ways that fell to new ways, until the new ways fell, too.
Please. Please. I am so tired.
Please. Please. I’ve come so far.
Please. Please. I need a sign.
Please. Please. I am trying so hard.
It was time to give up.
Go back.
Surrender to reality, whatever that means.
(Maybe “reality” was only understood on the “quads” of “college campuses.”)
Perhaps I would never develop my Sight—never see my mother, or anyone else, in the face of the pool. That would be okay, I thought. I had other skills, a willingness to learn, and a desire to live. That was worth more than some inconsistent ability one could be killed for having.
I looked back into the pool for a final time and took a deep breath.
It stared back at me, placid and peaceful.
But then—
The water began to ripple, motion spreading like the sweat on my down-turned palms, and an image coalesced: A spiral, wide and wiry, spinning into a cyclone.
It made me dizzy, made my stomach churn. My vision oscillated between pinpoint sharp and a total blur. I gripped my thighs and tried to hold on.
When the storm settled, it was as if the Hand of some Unknown God had smoothed out the surface of the pool, revealing a dark sky scattered with a thousand tiny diamonds.
My chest was tight, but my nerves stayed calm.
In the center of the watery void was a star shining brighter than the rest, shoving itself forward in the landscape. It was mesmerizing, drawing me to reach my hand towards the liquid barrier. What would its glowing light feel like under my fingertips? Would the connection between us seep up into my arms and move throughout my body? Would I glitter just as brilliantly?
Before my fingertips could touch the surface, I felt it: the stars, gathered in between my ribs, burning like a great ball of fire. I felt as if I might break apart—a divine cleaving down the middle in two perfect halves. Images danced across my mind, of people and places, familiar and foreign, teemed with a knowledge that was intimately mine, yet belonged to no one at all. Where my breasts once blazed, was the cool dampness of dirt, packed and planted. The long-forgotten fertility of the Earth.
Hark! What is this strange spell?
My mother’s hand pierced through the veil. Disembodied, yet resoundingly her. I climbed inside her cupped palm and stroked my cheek against her soft skin. She cradled me in stardust, whispering in the conch shell of my ear with a voice so smooth it threatened to lull me to sleep. The flame in my chest flickered from an unwieldy blaze to a steadfast beam, soothed by her touch. Her warmth. Her presence.
Finally, we were together. There, in the pool; in the Whole.
I opened my mouth to speak, but words—air, expression, breath—caught in my throat. Instead, I let myself rest, pressing my face to the carved rivers of her weathered hand. Who could say how long we had to be together?
And yet I knew, for the first time in my life, that we were always together. We would always be together.
We are connected in the Whole.
I am the Whole.
I am her. I am me. I am yet to be.
Before I was ready to leave her—as if I could ever be ready to leave her—I was spat out, barreling through time and space until I hit the hard ground of this land.
(That land. Every land. Just land.)
I had not moved; I was sitting in the same spot as before the current had dragged me asunder. The pool was still and my palms were dry. The clouds still filled the sky. But when I peered into the looking glass, the dull gray of my eyes was ringed with orange and red.
I gave thanks to the pool, to the sky, to the land, and to my mother. I asked them to keep me safe as I took my first steps as someone new, and to guide me as I explored these new gifts.
My belongings packed, I walked towards the border of this land and that land. As I suspected, there was no demarcation. No difference.
Nothing, and everything, had changed.
I had a mother now. A mirror, too.
I could See.
I made my way back to camp.
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If you enjoyed the story, feel free to let me know! Your thoughts will bolster me through the finishing touches on a draft of something very different for the same publication (hint hint, wink wink: 😈)
Until next time, just keep swimming!xx, beeMarch 16, 2025
Week #12: March 17-23, 2025
Welcome to the twelfth week of the year, which will also see the twelfth zodiacal season of the year come to a close as the world spins into a new go-around the wheel. Ain’t it neat when the numbers align?
Even though I dig math magic, I don’t really get mathematics. Like, I understand why it’s important and helpful, and how it’s used in a plethora of every day, and special event, situations. But I don’t know how to do it all that well, and when I see a bunch of math-y looking words strung together, or a long line of numbers and symbols, my eyes just kind of glaze over, and I wonder what it would be like to have a brain that sees lyric poetry where I see clunky prose.
Still, I can see the beauty and the passion of a field that thrives when its practitioners are curious. When they dare to ask: What if?
We would do well to remember that question in this 9-ruled year, where endings are blunt, harsh, under-explained, overwrought, drawn-out, and constant. Relationships? Not anymore. Daily communication? Poof, ghosted. Employment opportunity? Try again another time. All aches that inspire another pressing question: Why?
Sadly that’s an answer we might never get. When do we ever really know why anything happens? Other than, for a reason… What’s the reason, you ask? Again, the Magic 8 Ball says, “fuck off for now.” (Why not?) In short, Why? is not a question that leads to a very interesting or objective answer.
On the other hand, What if? is a question that welcomes exploration. It asks you, the seeker, to employ forward thinking. To imagine another time, and different circumstances. A person can really wallow in why? What if? forces you to feel into a future, even in the most dire of circumstances. To open your mind, your heart, your soul, to another path, to the next, to more life.
Speaking of more… In a 9 collective year, every single daily, weekly, and monthly number is amplified. Due to the fact that 9 can essentially be canceled out in any reduction calculation it appears in (truly, try some out, i.e. 1+9 = 10, 1+0 = 1), every core number this year becomes more of itself. Magnified, and polarized. Embodying both sides of the coin at the same time.
Meaning for this week…
ICYMI:🕯️: Secrets of Romani Fortune Telling w/ Jezmina Von Thiele and Paulina Stevens
🎟️: NumHERology, Mixology, and Thai Gastronomy (LIVE IN LA)
💍: Marriage By the Numbers: Planning Your Wedding Using Numerology
🎧: Call Your Coven is new! Listen to Coven Chat: Out of the Broom Closet
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Week #12March 14, 2025
My (So-Called) Life as a Public Witch
Today on Call Your Coven, , Meg Jones Wall, and I are talking about coming out of the broom closet—what it means to be a witch in public, different definitions of witchcraft, and its ties to various religions, tools, and modalities.
Never in a million years did I ever think I would be known for being a spiritual practitioner, and yet, it’s brought me so many incredible life experiences, relationships, and opportunities for work, growth, resources, and other rewards.
Having this conversation was the first time I put into words just how thoroughly I am who I am, and I love what (and who) I love, and I can’t help but be myself! So I suppose it was only a matter of time before my private practices became public. Still, it was deeply impactful to reflect on just how much of my life I’ve spent on a spiritual path, as well as to talk with Jeanna and Meg about the ways in which the title of witch has dovetailed with their own adventures.
I haven’t done a Friday Five in a while, but below you’ll find three magical projects that have allowed me to use tarot, numerology, and other aspects of my craft in new and exhilerating ways! I’m so grateful to have been called to collaborate with other creators, and hope these examples inspire you to push the boundaries of how to weave your witchy interests into all areas of your life.
New on Call Your Coven — Out of the Broom Closet!From identifying as “spiritual but not religious” to “witchy” to witch, coming out of the broom closet is an always unique, always individual experience. In this episode, we share our personal journeys out of religion, discuss the witch wound and how we are NOT the daughters of the witches you couldn’t burn, and much more.
If you enjoyed this episode, you can leave us a message at callyourcoven@gmail.com or on Instagram @callyourcoven. As always, honest ratings & reviews are deeply appreciated. And since you are the coven, please share this episode with your own personal coven members and friends!
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From the Column Editor’s Note:
In this exploration of AI and creativity, the authors tackle the big question: Is AI turning us all into predictable parrots, or can we teach these ‘stochastic birds’ to sing a more varied tune? By tracing a historical tradition of artists who have embraced randomness, Johan Ugander and Ziv Epstein reveal how leaning into AI’s inherent stochasticity might just be the key to breaking out of the creative cage in this Recreations in Randomness column article.
Last year, I was approached by Johan Ugander and Ziv Epstein, co-researchers studying creativity, divination and artificial intelligence. They wanted to book a tarot reading with me on Moonlight, and use the session to determine the author order of a paper they wrote on serendipity and creative practice! I immediately said yes, even though I had no idea how we were going to achieve that goal.
What an amazing way to use the cards!
When we met, I started by asking Johan and Ziv to each give a word or a short phrase to describe their collaboration process, or what they felt they brought to the project. Then, they each drew three cards from the digital deck, which were identified through conversation as being connected to each of the authors, respectively. Finally, I drew a card—the Eight of Pentacles—which we all identified as pointing to the cards previously pulled in connection with Johan. Therefore, Johan would be listed first, and Ziv, second.
Their paper, The Art of Randomness: Sampling and Chance in the Age of Algorithmic Reproduction, was published in October 2024 in the Harvard Data Science Review, an open access journal of the Harvard Data Science Initiative published by the MIT Press. Regardless of how you view, use, or feel about AI, Johan and Ziv’s explorations of the history of art-making, and the intersections of data science and divergent creativity, are incredibly fascinating!
I’m so grateful to Johan and Ziv for bringing me on board, and for so generously acknowledging me in their brilliant paper. I can’t wait to see what comes next!
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Just last month, Chef Vanda Asapahu of Ayara Thai reached out to see if I would partner with them for a one-day brunch event celebrating women, food, and hope, all in support of the non-profit Regarding Her Food and Women’s History Month! The idea was to create a numerologically-inspired brunch menu, where each dish was paired with one of the nine Life Path numbers, and guests were served according to their calculations. Again, the answer was HELL YES.
What an incredible way to work with numbers!
In addition to helping to craft the menu, I will be in attendance at the brunch, NumHERology, Mixology, and Thai Gastronomy, which will be hosted at Ayara Thai in Los Angeles on Sunday, March 30th, 2025 at 11AM PST. I’ll be leading a talk-shop about the history and practices of numerology, how to calculate a person’s core chart, and what each yearly cycle has in store for 2025. Guests are sure to leave with full bellies, full hearts, and an understanding of the basics of their personal numerology!
Reserve your seat for brunch on OpenTable, and to learn more about the event, watch Chefs Vanda and Kathy on KCAL NEWS | CBS NEWS LA! OH MY GOD, LOOK! THAT’S MY BOOK! ON THE NEWS!
From publisher Weiser Books:
Cassandra Snow's groundbreaking Queering the Tarot helped change the shape of tarot discourse for scores of new readers to reclaim this ancient practice in their own way. Tarot in Other Words opens doors for these brilliant tarotists, offering unique insights and concepts for tarot readers of all levels. Queerness will be a thematic thread running throughout the project, with individual essays tackling a variety of topics that expand on that theme in new and compelling ways.
A couple of years ago, Cassandra Snow asked if I would be up for contributing an essay to a new book they were putting together about queerness and the tarot. For the third, and final time (today), I SAID A WHOPPING YES YES PLEASE PLEASE!
What a scintillating way to be in spiritual and professional community!
I truly love the essay I contributed, called Queerness Has No Timeline: Exploring a Slower Journey with The Magician, the Four of Wands, and the Seven of Pentacles, and it’s such an honor to have my words printed alongside the work of other leading queer tarot writers: Asali Earthwork, Charlie Claire Burgess, Maria the Arcane, Maria Minnis, Junauda Petrus, Siri Vincent Plouff, Taylor Ursula, and Meg Jones Wall. I mean, come on, that’s a dream line-up!!
On May 5, 2025, you will finally be able to read the collection in its entirety, but today, here, right now, you can read from the very beginning of the book through the first essay, on queer and Fool-ish grief, from Asali Earthwork. Plus, if you pre-order the book, we’ve put together some additional tarot materials, gifts, and other perks!
Cassandra is the kind of artist, mentor, friend and editor who continuously puts their hand out and pulls you up and into action with them. Their generosity has legitimately changed my life. BUY OUR BOOK!
IN SHORT - I LOVE MAGIC I LOVE TAROT I LOVE NUMEROLOGY I LOVE CASTING SPELLS I LOVE BEING IN SPIRITUAL COMMUNITY I LOVE WRITING I LOVE CURIOUSITY I LOVE EXPLORING I LOVE RESEARCH I LOVE SEEKING I LOVE MEANING MAKING - I LOVE BEING A WITCH!
Until next time, just keep swimming!xx, beeMarch 9, 2025
Week #11: March 10-16, 2025
Welcome to the eleventh week of the year, which will usher us into eclipse season, through the ides, and closer to the turning of the seasonal wheel—the spring equinox.
It’s so fucking hard to be patient, both when you are absolutely sure you know (better, even—the hubris!), and also when you are absolutely sure you have no goddamn clue about what story line you’re playing out right now. But that’s a lesson of 2025: Both/and, the All. Wisdom, maturity. Violence, control.
In a 9 collective year, every single daily, weekly, and monthly number is amplified. Due to the fact that 9 can essentially be canceled out in any reduction calculation it appears in (truly, try some out, i.e. 1+9 = 10, 1+0 = 1), every core number this year becomes more of itself. Magnified, and polarized. Embodying both sides of the coin at the same time.
Meaning for this week…
ICYMI:🕯️: Secrets of Romani Fortune Telling w/ Jezmina Von Thiele and Paulina Stevens
🔥: March 2025: Do It With Your Whole Chest | Hurry Up and Slow Down (CYC)
🎟️: NumHERology, Mixology, and Thai Gastronomy (LIVE IN LA)
📆: DAILY DIGITS: A 2025 Agenda for Magical Makers - NOW JUST $5.55
💍: Marriage By the Numbers: Planning Your Wedding Using Numerology
March 7, 2025
Secrets of Romani Fortune Telling with Jezmina Von Thiele and Paulina Stevens
What’s up, swimmers?! This is the first of two conversations I’m bringing you this month, and it feels absolutely right for the deep, spiritual waters of Pisces season.
It was a real honor to speak with Jezmina Von Thiele and Paulina Stevens, co-hosts of the Romanistan podcast and authors of Secrets of Romani Fortune Telling: Divining with Tarot, Palmistry, Tea Leaves, and More. The ecosystem of their work is rooted in advocacy for Roma people, and education around the continued oppression they face, and the culture and practices that have helped them survive. Jez and Paulina’s creations are fiercely loving offerings to both Roma and non-Roma people, and their book is so generous and fascinating!
Who doesn’t want to know a little more about their path based on their palm?
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Jezmina Von Thiele (they/she) is a writer, educator, and fortune teller in their mixed Romani tradition. They write poetry, fiction, and nonfiction published in Prairie Schooner, The Kenyon Review Online, Narrative Magazine, and elsewhere (some published as Jessica Reidy). They also offer editing and creative coaching/consulting and services for artists and writers of all types. Jezmina reads tarot, palms, and tea leaves online, and in-person at Deadwick's Ethereal Emporium in Portsmouth, NH. Jezmina also tells fortunes and performs with The Poetry Brothel—Boston. They are co-host of Romanistan, a podcast celebrating Romani culture, alongside co-host Paulina Stevens.
Paulina Stevens (she/her) was raised within her Muchwaya Romani family’s fortune telling and wellness traditions. She opened Romani Holistic, CA, a spiritual shop that offers readings, house cleansings, and one on one coaching with clients. She is the co-host of Romanistan Podcast, and also featured on the LA Times podcast, Foretold, which tells the story of Paulina’s decision to leave her arranged marriage and community, fight for custody of her children, and start a new life, walking between the Roma world and non-Roma world. She is currently a student of biotechnology at Miracoasta College.
In Secrets of Romani Fortune-Telling, Paulina and Jezmina share the knowledge and personal experiences of being raised to be fortune-tellers. They share divination methods, tools, and techniques that have been created, adapted, or popularized by the Roma, including card reading, palmistry, dream divination, and tea-leaf and coffee reading.
And beyond the podcast and the book, they’re also preparing for the inaugural Romanistan Festival, taking place in New Orleans on March 28-30th. The event line-up can be found on their website, and tickets are still available for purchase!
Jezmina and Paulina are total delights who both have great voices, which only sweetens their incredibly powerful and important messages. While it is not their job to educate non-Roma, they are generous and firm in their teachings and boundaries, and I have a deep respect for the ways in which they work in their familial trades. Both are available for readings and I encourage you to check out their varied offerings.
Some of my favorite moments from the episode include:
Jezmina, on non-Roma tarotists: “My hope is that when I share this, too, for non-Roma who do this work, whether for fun with their friends or professionally, I hope that they also share… where a lot of this Western fortune telling has been so influenced by our practices. I hope that they also share and educate and just it becomes normal to celebrate Romani people doing these things, especially when Roma are still persecuted and painted as scam artists for doing our work.”
Paulina, on dream divination: “So I would say like little things that normally would seem positive in a dream to us were negative, and the negative things, like cutting off your hair or your teeth falling out, were kind of like pieces of you that needed to like come off. And what is interesting is when those things would happen in real life, like when we would be going through something, you know, the grandmothers would be like, let's cut your hair. We need to cut off the… darkness or whatever, like, cut off some of the bad luck.”
Jezmina, on platforms and responsibility: “I've personally found it really challenging trying to recognize that any time that you're from a marginalized group and you have any kind of platform that, even if you're saying you are not, you are representing your whole culture. And it's become very important for both Paulina and I to clarify that. that we don't speak for all Roma, that there is diversity among us, even though there are strong commonalities and we're all connected by our culture and our practices.”
Paulina, on her mother and the title of witch: “I went to visit my mom… she lives in the back of her store in this tiny little beach town, and she always puts this sign out whenever she's in that's called like, The Witch Is In. And she had just given me this… lecture about how all of our family are witches, and like, ‘you're a witch,’ and… I was like, ‘I understand mom, but I just I don't really say that, or you know, I don't really call myself that.’ And then some people walk in the store and she's like, ‘And these are all my daughters and they're all witches.’ Okay, yes, yes, we are.”
Until next time, just keep swimming!xx, beeMarch 2, 2025
Week #10: March 3-9, 2025
Holy shit, it’s March.
Things already feel different, and by the end of a month filled with astrological shifts and trickster magic, we’re sure to be in a very different place than we are now. May our skins shed easily, and may we remember why we want to evolve.
Before we get into the weekly forecasts, I wanted to share a couple of exciting things happening this month that didn’t appear in my latest write-up, March 2025: Do It With Your Whole Chest.
First, March will see the return of the swimming in the soup podcast with two incredible interviews I can’t wait to share! We’ll take a trip to Romanistan with authors and practitioners Jezmina Von Thiele and Paulina Stevans, before diving into the climate and magic of Los Angeles, as well as figures like Loki and the Bee Priestess with author and witch Asa West. Plus, these episodes will be in addition to a couple Call Your Coven releases!
Then, if you’re an Angeleno, save the date for:
NumHERology, Mixology, and Thai Gastronomy!
Sunday, March 30th at 11AM PST
Ayara Thai is hosting a one-day brunch event celebrating women, food, and hope in support of the non-profit Regarding Her Food and Women’s History Month! Sisters Chef Vanda and Chef Cathy Asapahu thought it would be fun to curate a numerology-inspired menu, where guests can enjoy cocktails, mocktails, and Thai cuisine, based on their Life Path numbers. I will be there, leading a talk-shop about the history and practices of numerology, how to calculate your core chart, and what it all means. You’ll leave with full bellies and full hearts, understanding what your personal numerology means for the year ahead.
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February 28, 2025
March 2025: Do It With Your Whole Chest
Welcome to the third month of the Gregorian calendar year, which will also greet a new spin around the signs of the zodiac—it’s the beginning, middle, and end, all at the same time.
March is also the only month of the year to have other definitions, and other uses for its name. March can symbolize a border or a frontier, a jaunty piece of musical composition, a militaristic or rhythmic walk, and even a protest, or group movement towards progress.
No matter how you’re meeting this month, there are incredible opportunities for both magic and mayhem. Three is known as the magic number, and it absolutely is! But beware what hides in the shadows, and what lurks in the corners of your heart. March requires, and promises, what Friday Night Light’s Coach Taylor inspires: clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose!
Now, what will you do with the time you’ve been given?
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Photo by Vlad Tchompalov on UnsplashMARCH 2025: DO IT WITH YOUR WHOLE CHESTAs mentioned above, March vibes with the number three. This year, in 2025, our yearly number of nine amplifies three energy to it’s most potent and well-rounded whole—truth, illusion, falsehoods, creation, destruction, a sense of being stuck, raputre, rage, and reconciliation… It’s all on the table this month.
Remember, everything in this life is what you make of it. While February may have thrust you into situations out of your control, March is offering you an opportunity to stay the course, trust the timing, and continue making magic out of muck. Plus, eclipse season may bring the divine intervention you’ve been wanting or needing. Play the game, but play wisely. Work on your poker face, but don’t be afraid to bet big. Do it with your whole chest, or save it for another time.
In the Daily Digits planner I made for 2025 (which is now on sale for just $5.55!), I channeled four energetic bullet points; four kernels of possibilities for each month of the year. Here, you’ll find the themes for March, as well as my expanded thoughts for how to meet this month, and this moment:
RITUAL RELEASE — March takes us from one zodiacal year to the next, so take some time this month to take stock of what might be wrapping up, or starting (over, anew) in your life. Especially in our violent, yet death-averse culture in the West, you may balk at the idea of meeting an ending so early into our Gregorian journey. Take this opportunity to refresh your rituals around releasing what’s already dead, done, no longer serving you, or what’s ready to go. Perhaps you’d like to plan a whole “funeral” of sorts, like the one I share in Spells for the Spiral, but a spending a simple moment of silence before a gracious goodbye can work wonders too!
EXPRESSING ONESELF — March meets three, the Communicator, and kicks up our most raucous and revolutionary ruminations. First and foremost, this month asks us to get real with ourselves—about our capacities, our interests, our wants, preferences, and needs. If this work is easy, breezy, beautiful, Covergirl (gender neutral) for you, then congratulations! It’s time to work on flexing the muscles that allow you to share all of those knowings with others! Phone a friend, send a text, post a skeet (is that what the kids are calling it these days?), tell a therapist, make a flyer, give yourself a makeover… Whatever you do, just make sure you’re saying something true to you.
THE HONEST TRUTH — If you read the above and cringed at the thought of sharing anything about your most heartfelt desires, that is a-okay! We all have to start somewhere. This March, focus on sitting with your most tender truths all by your lonesome. Maybe you make a cup of something yummy to drink, and pour a second one for your favorite self? Or perhaps you take some quiet time to meditate, journal, pull cards, calculate monthly numbers, or another preferred way to sit with your current chapter. Whether you’re in your bedroom or at that new float tank place that just opened up in town, make an effort this month to be honest with your sweet self.
CREATIVITY AS A MAGICAL ART — Three is the maniacal maker, the spaghetti tossed against the wall, and the eruption of the volcano. It’s the time you spend writing down every little thing that’s coming through until the wave has crashed and you can look back on your scribbles with gutsy glee! In March, consider the ways in which your process of art-making is also a sacred offering—to yourself, to your spirits, to the land you live on. Elevate your process to that of a high priestexx, who is communing as much as they are creating. What could happen to your practices and creations if you saw them not as plain composition and effort, but rather as a divine offering of magic and mystery? This month, I dare you to find out!
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NOTABLE NUMEROLOGY IN MARCH
Photo by Sean Thomas on UnsplashTHREE THREE (NINE)
03/03/2025
3+3+2+0+2+5 = 15/6
What’s the story that’s currently stuck in your craw? This could definitely be one that you’re writing (or painting, composing, cooking up), but it could also be one that you’re living. How often do you consider the story you’re telling yourself about how the world works and what part you play within it? Today is a great day to reflect on your worldview and the narratives that color and shape your outlook. Chances are some are outdated or unhelpful at this point, even if they served a purpose in the past. Instead of focusing on what’s no longer correct or supportive, turn your eyes to the horizon; the path forward. What would you need to believe in order to get you to your next goalpost, and how can you freshen up your faith?
FULL MOON LUNAR ECLIPSE IN VIRGO
03/14/2025
3+1+4+2+0+2+5 = 17/8
Take a moment here to lick your wounds and tend to your dead. Celebration can, and will, come, but first, there is grief. Even if you wake up every morning with an optimistic outlook and hope for the future, if you dig down deep enough, you’re sure to find an emotional wellspring of terror and turmoil. It’s okay, we all have one! As the cosmic forces rewrite and right themselves, focus your efforts on being of service to whatever is sore, unprocessed, or still entangled, and sitting shiva for all that has passed. Joy and sorrow are sisters who delight in the art and pleasure of swimming in a complex and nuanced soup. Grab a towel, stow your clothes, and take a dip. Allow the waters of grace to buoy you in the tides of life.
THE SPRING EQUINOX
03/20/2025
3+2+0+2+0+2+5 = 14/5
Welcome to a brand-new spin around the wheel! Welcome to the point in the cycle where the eternal waters of Pisces give way to the strike of the match that is Aries! Welcome to the spark and the fire, the renewal and ressurrection, the mountain and the sun rising over its ridge. Hark! An angel is sounding its holy trumpet! Arise from your bed and run out to meet the dawning of a new day! Bring offerings of laughter and levity, along with the ashes of your old self! Run, skip, walk, wheel yourself towards warmth and a willingness to see what’s around the corner. Cry out with wild abandon! Today is yours. Take it, catch it, wrestle it, enjoy it, delight in it, squeeze it, kiss it, put it in your pocket. Change is here.
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NEW MOON SOLAR ECLIPSE IN ARIES
03/29/2025
3+2+9+2+0+2+5 = 23/5
The equinox may have given our spirits a boost, but behind the scenes, the moon was waning away. And today, it takes its place between our most beloved star, the Sun, and us, with our feet planted on the Earth. Again, the sky reminds us it is everchanging, so if we are part sun, part spirit, part sky, then how could we ever expect to remain the same? Today, allow for the changes to be happening at a root level, on a molecular scale we couldn’t tamper with if we tried. Like the seed sprouts beneath the soil, trust that what happens in the dark will always come to the light. As long as your section of the garden bed is clear of weeds, you should have no trouble settling in for a second. Stay flexible, stay malleable, stay gold, Ponyboy.
Until next time, just keep swimming!xx, beeFebruary 23, 2025
Week #9: February 24-March 2, 2025
The ninth week of the year, which will take us from February to March, is the first exit on the highway of 2025. It’s an opportunity to further commit to the paths we’re traveling on, or change course completely. The choice is yours.
Writing these weekly forecasts has been such a neat process of trusting and taking action. Since most of them will never apply to me, I literally never know how it’s going to land for someone it does apply to. (Your feedback is truly a gift!)
This week, your food for thought may also look familiar! Because we’re in a 9 collective year, and every single daily, weekly, and monthly number is amplified, magnified, polarized, and embodying both sides of the coin at the same time, I’ve pulled the weekly forecast for each of the building block number’s unique week, meaning the 1 forecast is from week one, the 2 forecast is from week two, etc.
The only new forecast this week is for folks in a 9-ruled personal year, but as we’re all hanging out under that numeric umbrella this year, it applies to everyone! And that goes for this, and every, week, meaning paid pals get two bits of magic for the days ahead, delivered straight to their inbox every Sunday.
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Photo by Stan Paregien Sr on UnsplashNine is the number of introspection and guidance. It’s as slow and steady as it is swift and striking, and as moody and mysterious as it is warm and welcoming. You can read more about the final of the building block numbers in my write-up from January: Welcome to 2025, a Nine Collective Year.
The last of the mental numbers, nine rules the brain, the body’s center of control and command. It encapsulates the learning process, how we internalize and integrate knowledge, the ways in which we wield our wit, and how we come to mature conclusions through reason and receipt. And while at this stage of things, nine most closely aligns itself with reason, it’s no stranger to grief, heartbreak and other emotions, nor methods of practical application and sustainability. In fact, it’s due to these experiences that nine can even access a larger picture, and the wisdom to create better conditions for all.
The Humanitarian archetype can easily corrupt into The Egoist, The Martyr, The Facist, The Authoritarian, and The Mad Scientist, all archetypes that blur the lines between nine and one, and position the needs of the individual over the needs of the whole community. This week, remember that you are a small part of a larger ecosystem, remember that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, flirt with the idea that rejection is protection, and in every situation, pause first, consider all of the angles, and always act accordingly.
Keep reading for some food for thought based on your yearly cycle number!
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Photo by Paolo Bendandi on UnsplashFebruary 24-March 2 for Your Yearly CycleTo find your yearly cycle number, add the digits of your month and day of birth to 2025, and reduce until you reach a single digit. For example, the calculation for my birthday of July 7 looks like: 7+7+2+0+2+5 = 23, 2+3 = 5.
Please note that I reduce doubled digit numbers like 11 and 22 to their root numbers when working with yearly cycles, so please calculate and read accordingly.
1Hello, you. Today begins another new chapter in the book of your life. Perhaps you are ready for the next adventure. But maybe you are tired and road-weary from the last one. No matter your state of affairs, you have much to be proud of! You’ve survived trials and tribulations, taken pleasure and joy in both the BIG and small, weathered storms, faced hard questions and truths, and clutched tightly to hard-won rewards. This week, get to know the self who stands here now, at the beginning of the next. What do you know? What do you want? What do you need? Don’t worry, baby. You’ll have time to get to where you want to go. Be here now.
2Try a simple spell for the number one, Divining Your Spark, which only requires a quiet space and a candle. (Spells for the Spiral is pay-what-you-can!)
The number of love and relationships, two craves affection. But this week may require a different kind of K.I.S.S. Keep it simple, stupid is a design principle that encourages creators to make products as user-friendly as possible. Beyond engineering, it’s a helpful motto for when things get too intense, involved or intricate. Practice breaking things down to their most basic components, and see how that helps you to further grasp, comprehend, and understand. Complicated doesn’t always mean sophisticated. Sometimes it just makes things confusing.
3Sharing a similar sentiment is Diana Rose’s hard mode is not more virtuous mug.
This year, the number three offers you the gifts of being CONFIDENT, CREATIVE, and COLORFUL. But it could also leave you with horrible artist’s block, heighten tendencies towards all work, and no play, and living each day with no boundaries. If artist’s block sets in, write morning pages. This practice of filling three pages with stream of consciousness writing was popularized by Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way, and can be a great method of getting out of your head and onto the paper. If you’re struggling to find balance between work and play, schedule free time! It may seem counterintuitive, but it’ll give you permission to protect that block of time and however you may want to spend it. And if setting boundaries becomes an issue, try creating daily routines. Building repetition and commitment into your every day can help you to be firmer in other areas as well.
4Speaking of Cameron, interviewed her for !
Justice: Mending things until balance returns — Proverbs 16:27 says, “idle hands are the devil’s workshop,” which is a fancy way of saying a lazy, good-for-nothing scoundrel makes mischief, so you better keep busy in order to remain godly and out of trouble.2 This week, it may behoove you to pay attention to the thoughts, ideas, and urges that fester in quieter, more spacious moments. But not in a way that berates you, or brandishes the belief that you are in moral danger. Instead, invite your darker desires to the table and offer them the chance to aid you in your efforts. Maybe you’ll find that they aren’t as evil as they initially appear, but regardless, building with both hands will get you farther in the long run.
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In The Witch’s Book of Numbers, I talk about five being the number of both preparedness and flying by the seat of one’s pants. This week, preparedness may be the better of the two options. And this doesn’t mean open up the bunker and get to doomsday prepping, but it does mean that it might be time to get your ducks in a row. File those legal papers you’ve been putting off. Pack the go back. Buy a new light bulb for that lamp that went out six months ago, and while you’re at it, grab a few flashlights and batteries too. The truth is, it’s hard to know what’s fear-mongering these days. But the tectonic plates, both literal, societal and metaphorical, are shifting. We’ve already been fooled once before. Look alive!
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“The only predictable lesson I’ve gleaned is that when people are upset by what you’ve written about them, or even about yourself, they will respond as usual.” (Body Work: The Radical Power of Personal Narrative by Melissa Febos) — This week, notice your knee-jerk reactions, watch out for your pity patterns, and pay attention to the habits and behaviors of those closest to you. Relationships require honesty. (What are you hiding?) Intimacy isn’t for the feint of heart. (What would you say if you knew there were no consequences?)
7Pre-order Melissa Febos’s upcoming memoir, The Dry Season, out June 3, 2025.
This week might feel confusing. The good news? You don’t have to make any decisions right this second. You can pause, take a breath, do something to take your mind off things, or simply hang out until things appear clearer. The better news? Next week looks promising for the certainty you seek. It might also have you leaving behind what’s familiar, and venturing down a new path. Let the fog of the next seven days grant you the gift of time with what is present right here, right now. You might miss it when you’re elsewhere, even if the future is brighter.
8If you’re looking for additional guidance in the fog, try a post-Valentine’s Day tarot reading by Sam Valentine!
You know what really blows? When you get vulnerable, and show up as your most authentic self, and share your softest underbelly with someone, and it’s not received, relished, or reciprocated. How heartbreaking; how cringe! This week, instead of running into your dark, lonely cave, never to be seen again, try taking a time-out and a breath, and then getting back out there. I know, I know, it sounds awful and self-sacrificing, but that’s why there are so many cliches about falling down and striking out, but getting back in the game. You got this. Be brave.
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J.R.R. Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings series is an incredible example of fantastical storytelling, complex world-building, symbolic myth-making, and a hero’s journey within a larger tale of communion and community. It also has many mentor figures to choose from, whether you want to learn from Gandalf the Gray, or a walking, talking tree-creature, the Ents. This week, consider the kind of silence and solitude you would need to create something as intricately crafted, who you might turn to to help you sharpen your skills and hone your voice, and what kinds of messages you’d want to amplify to the masses.
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What do you like about the forecasts? What would you like to see more of? So far, we’ve dabbled in bibliomancy and tarot. What other tools could we use?
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As for everyone else…
Until next time, just keep swimming!xx, beeFebruary 16, 2025
Week #8: February 17-23, 2025
Seven weeks down, forty-five to go, and the eighth week is coming in hot!
It’s really hard to keep up with current events, every headline is more outrageous and outlandish than the last, and while it may be for the best that you protect your peace, filter your feeds, and otherwise stay removed enough to keep your cool, there’s also a bleakness to those behaviors. A willful ignorance that’s as treacherous as it is tempting. Fear is fuel for the fires that burn, but don’t forget that like beauty, it’s in the eye of the beholder. Stay sovereign, yet soft.
In a 9 collective year, every single daily, weekly, and monthly number is amplified. Due to the fact that 9 can essentially be canceled out in any reduction calculation it appears in (truly, try some out, i.e. 1+9 = 10, 1+0 = 1), every core number this year becomes more of itself. Magnified, and polarized. Embodying both sides of the coin at the same time.
Meaning for this week…
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Eight is the number of effort and strife. It’s as impactful as it is slippery, dancing with the sometimes-seedy underbelly of power and influence, karma and soul growth, and what’s possible when the line between desire and proficiency blurs.
Ripe, plump, juicy, and ready for the taking, eight is the number of unfettered access to that which has the ability to both elevate and corrupt. It’s a ruthless titan of industry, the greed and guts needed to really rile things up enough to usurp opportunity and opulence. Eight is indicative of the underworld journey that beckons us all, the siren’s call to wade into deep waters and stay submerged until you can resurface with the glittering jewels of your ocean’s floor. It’s strength, Dominance and submission, war, as well as peace, and star power. The jaws of life that sink terrible teeth into tender flesh, piercing straight through to the heart of the matter. Eight is Venus, both in the evening and the morning.
In conjunction with the advancements available to the Humanitarian, eight’s archetype of the Embodied seizes the controls and with it, the collective. It’s an energetic combination that gives rise to the techno-facist autocrats wreaking havoc on the systems and structures of today. This week, resist bending the knee to those who are acting out their own karmic stories and cycles, refrain from surrendering to realities that are not yet tangible or enforceable, and repel any attempts to hijack, weaponize or otherwise annex your free will.
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February 17-23 for Your Yearly CycleTo find your yearly cycle number, add the digits of your month and day of birth to 2025, and reduce until you reach a single digit. For example, the calculation for my birthday of July 7 looks like: 7+7+2+0+2+5 = 23, 2+3 = 5.
Please note that I reduce doubled digit numbers like 11 and 22 to their root numbers when working with yearly cycles, so please calculate and read accordingly.
