This week is tricky..but it won't look tricky. In fact it will look the opposite of tricky...we might feel overbearing and paranoid, guns blazing to even the score with cowboys, only to find them soaking in the tub, holsters tangled in their jeans. We ready to fight but our opponents are on time out, sipping water in the quiet corner.
But silence don't mean they ain't talked that shit before and it don't mean they won't talk that shit again. But right now...this week at least... everybody be cool.
And when the noisemakers start making noise again, we won't have to say anything to defend ourselves, either. This is twister weather. Every single thing finna come back around. All we have to do is pick a spot far from the windows and watch.
Now the reason why the universe didn't hip us to the cosmic tea ahead of time is because tea before its time ain't tea, it's dirt water. Lots of folks out here drinking dirt water too...like I said last week, tastes may vary.
If dirt water is tea served ahead of time, divine timing provides the perfect cup, steeped with patience and sugar cubed for sweet. Oh yes, this tea finna be so sweeeeet.
So matter how feisty we feel, this week we hold our horses. Soon come, that pot finna whistle.
This week is about relationships, but isn't it always…?
You know in the tarot, emotions are represented by cups. It makes sense too, because we are water and we cry water. There are many types of tears- sad tears, scared tears, sorry tears, mad tears. Whatever's in your cup is what's in your well. If somebody aint dug a new well, the water gon’ taste the same even if its in a new cup. Folks passing the same water around and around like it's finna taste different this time. If you didn't like it before, you won't like it now. Sometimes we just ain't feeling them feelings, and that's ok.
Now here's the secret to cups. When your tastes change and you're no longer feeling the cup being offered, that means you've changed. No fear though, because if you've changed, you now taste like what you're thirsty for. So the only way for somebody to know your new flavor is for you to offer your own damn cup. If they like it, they can get busy in their kitchen and reciprocate.
If they don't like it, don't give them no more. If they like Smart Water, their lips shouldn't be nowhere near your Pellegrino. What we not finna do is keep refilling the cups of those complaining about our recipe.
Tastes may vary, ya dig?
You know how certain pranksters put a foul surprise in a pretty box…? This week is the opposite. This week we will find jolts of joy and seeds of new beginnings in the trash bins at the curb. Issa metaphor but you feel me- this week might look like a shit sandwich but once it's all over it will taste like nectar from the Gods.
And what secret ingredient could possibly be the catalyst for such drastic alchemy...?
An attitude of fucking gratitude, that's what. Lips that learn to say thank you for the pains we never predicted and as yet don't understand. If y'all read the bible, I'm ‘bout to reference the book of Job. If you don't read the bible, here's a quick lesson:
There was this dude Job to whom God had given everything. Job and God were tight like jeggings. The Devil told God, don't brag about how much Job loves you, when you spoil him so. Of course he loves you. So God gave the devil permission to test Job. Everything Job loved God for giving him, the Devil took away. Job felt mighty sorry for himself. He'd convinced himself that he deserved all he'd been given, and that he didn't deserve for it to be taken away. He moaned about his righteousness and worthiness while his life crumbled down. His friends came through and danced at his pity party, then scratched the record with a reality check. Job sitting up talking about what he did or didn't deserve… the truth is, seeing as we are the creation and not the creator … the concept of deserve does not compute.
It's all a gift, no matter what. Sometimes the gift appears in the form of something given and sometimes the gift appears in the form of something taken away. But truly the gift is that once we understand how to say thank you regardless, we realize the windows of heaven have always been open and blessings have always poured down.
This week, no matter what happens, we must remember to say THANK YOU. And whether something is being given or taken away, we must open your hands.
This week is kind of like a breech baby, in that the ass end is coming in first. It's also like one of those art films where there are definite dramatic scenes and most certainly a point to all of this somewhere, but for now pretty much everything is just out of fucking order.
Kind of like this post because here's a tangent: What place does love have in business? What place does love have in contracts?
Probably none. But any union in which we are stuck and love is not the glue, is a deal with the devil. If and when this happens, we can pull out the key and unlock ourselves.
The key is love. We must love ourselves enough to provide peace to our own souls. We must look at the devil, our devil, and accept that we made the deal. This is earth school, so the deals we make are the tests we take. Don't get mad at the test, just pass that motherfucker (with love!). The moment we accept the challenge, it becomes a choice. Acceptance is freedom, and freedom is flow, and flow is always going so you'll get the hint and go with it.
The days of getting mad at the devil are done.
The devil's just doing his job bro, chill.
A monthly message, alchemized/ channeled from tarot cards, seasoned with intuition and life experience, served with love.