This week is about movement, possibly at the last minute. We've been using our creativity & passionate fire in super stagnant ways...and like a little kid mad that mama has 50eleven folk to talk to after church, the universe is READY TO GO. Plus Mercury is already in its retrograde shadow so shit's finna start slowing down. You know those passive aggressive signs that say, "Lack of preparation on your part is not an emergency on mine…?" Its like that. Our metaphorical gas tank is on 'E' and we've got places to go and people to see...but nobody is offering gas money cus they saw us sit idle so long.
But fuck them and their gas money. Where we're going, we don't need roads. The universe is determined to move us along even if it has to use rocket fuel. When God powers our movements, cars become spaceships, ya dig? The explosion required to power this propulsion will feel very much like an emergency, but we gon' be so happy with the trajectory that instead of tightening our seat belts, we're gonna stick our fool head out the window and memorize the view.
You remember that one Star Wars movie (I forget which one…) when Han'nem thought they landed right quick on a desolate planet but it was really the belly of a beast? This week, as we get lifted out of dodge, we gon' look back one last time and break into happy tears that 1) we getting the fuck on and 2) we never knew how bad was the shit we were stuck in till we saw it in the rearview mirrow.
Truly, ignorance is bliss.
This week the devil might have a hold of our minds…there is a certain painful situation that our thoughts keep coming back to again and again and again...but...you know how if you take an ugly picture you can't get mad at the camera because it just records what it sees…?
It's like that. No matter what sort of filter we put on the matter, it's just ugly and it is what it is. And since hindsight is 20/20 and we're addicted to looking, we are seeing certain aspects so clearly that its as if we're seeing them for the first time. And it's um...horrifying…?
Welp. All we can do is face forward and leave Medusa alone. If we need to take one last look, we shouldn't do so directly...we can just use a mirror to glance over our shoulder, lest we stumble and turn to stone. As soon as we gather the strength to leave our plagues behind, a whole new adventure will leap toward us. This new beginning is a palate cleanser, to help us get the taste of the big bad past out our mouths.
I feel like this is the perfect place for a swallowing metaphor but dammit I'm trying to be better. Makes me think this week we might be a little down and dirty one more time.
Just one more time.
This week heralds endings far and wide. Not everybody is gonna make the cut and that's just what it is. But there is nothing more cleansing than the complete obliteration that clears the way for life to begin again, sort of like a forest fire or a Brazilian wax. First the big chop, then the new growth… then watch how the wood sprouts up. LOL
Dirty jokes aside...whether or not we experienced death, we went through hell. Winston Churchill said "If you find yourself going through hell...keep going." Wise advice but common sense ain't common. They say, when the going gets tough, the tough get going. They don't talk about what those who aren't tough do...tbh no one knows what they did because we ain't see them cus we...um...kept going. It's like when you go a big ass lecture class in college and the professor tells you to note the folks sitting to your left and your right...because one or both of them won't last until the semesters end. Some of them looked at you. Did you make it...or naw…?
Whether you did or didn't, regardless of who you started this journey with, the only one who can help you now is the one by your side. If you look around and you don't see anyone... that's hell.
Here's a tip: you can transform hell into heaven if you find your people.
And here's a warning: you can transform heaven into hell if you lose your people.
No matter where you are, find a hand and hold on tight. This week, we can survive any storm as long as we're together.
The bible says,
"'In the last days...I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your young men will see visions, your old men will dream dreams."
The spirit filled me so fully with joy and gratitude while I was shuffling the cards for this week's message that it took an effort to stop crying long enough to get the job done.
Y'all. Something WONDERFUL is coming. Remember last week when I said we were getting tea instead of dirt water and it was finna be sweet…? Well apparently that wasn't a nicenasty sorta sweet, it was best birthday ever ugly cry sweet.
This is a universe of balance, you know? If we are blessed enough to keep living, eventually we reach the other side of every single thing. We have been bruised, battered, abandoned, shattered, 'buked, scorned, wished some days we'd never been born. But like Thor said in Infinity War...it may kill us- but only if we die.
We no ded.
But we were badly hurt. And we wondered, wounded, what we'd done to deserve it all. We filed our faults, labeled ourselves fuckups, and worked hard to fix God's imperfect creation.
God interrupts this dramatic self deception to remind us that being perfect was never the mission, and there is no such thing as "deserve," only balance and recalibration. Only choices and results. We didn't "deserve" all that awful and we won't "deserve" all this amazingness either.
Our low self esteem made us work our asses off...and our choice to offer the best of ourselves is resulting in life choosing to offer the best of itself.
The table is set, the food is hot, and after years of scrubbing, our hands are clean.
It's time to eat.
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.
This week is a time warp, kind of like those movies where a person is somehow able to visit a past version of themselves and tell themselves the best possible ways to avoid all undesirable outcomes while simultaneously guaranteeing bliss.
If we should find ourselves offering ourselves unsolicited advice, let's stop ourselves. No one knows best for us except right now us. Past us is clueless and future us is afraid. But the powerfully present version of us lives blissfully and intuitively in sync with the endlessly magical moment of now, where there is nothing to fear because all good things are possible. Probable even.
Even if the future us thinks they know what's best, we must remind them of the butterfly effect - that one tiny thing can change everything. In fact, the mere presence of a future self means that everything is already different.
There is nothing left to do except be ourselves, and be ready and willing to stare down any part of our consciousness too paranoid to trust ourselves to figure out how to become who we are... even if it means parting ways with the person our future selves expected us to become.
This week we're going rogue.
This week is about tribe.
But before we can talk about tribe we have to talk about self. That's all a tribe is, is a collection of selves.That sentence you just read is the most important sentence in this reading so let's read it again. A tribe is a collection of selves. A unified tribe is its own body and is therefore only as strong as its weakest member, the one who doesn't know who they are.
The way we can tell the ones who don't know who they are, is that when found alone they try to tribe with others too fast and assume a blended identify. Every strong ecosystem requires diversity; a population of cloned cells rather than individual cells becomes a cancer to the tribe.
Therefore the only way to join and maintain a strong tribe is to be a strong, clearly defined self. And once part of a tribe, strong boundaries must also be kept to keep fools from rushing in. These days joining forces is indeed an urgent matter… but the urgency is precisely why we DON'T rush. Urgent situations require careful execution, since we only get one shot to get it right.
Now...part of being a strong self is being able to withstand the intense anger, jealousy and ridicule at the minds and hearts of those who lack individuality and are therefore attached to a weak, cloned tribe. Whereas previously the energy would have made us disguise ourselves to slide beside them in the shade as a respite from the heat of our own light, now we simply burn brighter.
And our shine makes it easier for our true squad to find us and scoop us up.
Be patient. They coming.
a monthly message, alchemized from the tarot cards, seasoned with intuition and life experience, served with love (sometimes with a side of spicy cussin)