Misha The Cat's Oracle Musing 05/06/25

Greetings, humans! It's your favorite furry Oracle reader, Misha Eleanor Bear, back with another installment of my oracle musings. Today, I shall entertain your curiosity with a reading of the Dare to Dream card from the Ascendant version of the Weaver Oracle by my dear friends at Threads of Fate. I stumbled upon it while pushing objects off the table, as is my sacred duty. You're welcome, Mother.

The card, adorned with ethereal whispers of "manifestation," essentially says, "Dream big, anything is possible." Wow. Revolutionary. Meanwhile, I, a feline sage, have been dreaming big since day one. Every nap is a journey into a world where Fancy Feast rains down from the heavens, laser dots stand still long enough to be caught, and humans evolve opposable thumbs specifically to open treat bags faster.

But let's unpack this "dare to dream" nonsense. The card suggests that you should challenge yourself to envision a life beyond your current limitations. Cute. I challenge myself daily by plotting how to escape the confines of your vacuum-infested domicile. So far, my greatest achievement is shredding the couch. Progress, people.

The real kicker is when the card hints that you must act on your dreams. Excuse me? Act? Have you ever seen me act on anything that wasn't a can opener's glorious symphony? Dreams are meant to be dreamt, not chased. Case in point: My dream of knocking over your coffee mug was fulfilled without so much as a paw lift. It was precariously placed, and gravity did the rest. The universe provides.

Still, humans seem captivated by this "daring" to dream. Fine, I'll humor you. Dream of a world where your nine-to-five grind is replaced with a nine-to-nine nap schedule. Dream of basking in a sunbeam without the interruption of "responsibilities." Then, and only then, will you understand true enlightenment, the life of a cat.

So go ahead, let that Dare to Dream card inspire you. But remember, I dared to dream first. And my dream? Mom opening another can of wet food. Chop-chop, Mother!

xoxo,

Misha Eleanor Bear