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.