This week is about the expansive power of the mind now that big Daddy Jupiter is home in fiery Sagittarius all year. Anything feels possible, which depending on our outlook, can be a blessing or a curse. We are used to wielding our emotional powers and having to wait for a result, but lately our thoughts and words boomerang back to slap us before we're even done speaking. For the first time we understand why we should do unto others, because the time between it being done back unto us ain't but *snaps fingers* that long.
Therefore we need all manner of Temperance now, which, lucky for us, is Sagittarius’ other name. And since Jupiter is at home making everything we ask for bigger, maybe what we could ask for is the ability to calm the fuck down. If the weak pray for power, the powerful pray for restraint. IF they are wise. And if they recognize they are not wise, they can at least be wise enough to pray for wisdom.
This week is about learning to level up. We can't be #teampetty any more because since Jupiter has given us ALL super strength, tit for tat is getting out of hand. Imagine how gentle superhero movies would be if the Hulk had to unsmash everything he smashed? We GOT to be more careful.
God didn't give us these sword minds and hurricane hearts to use as weapons against each other. If we all feeling froggy, the smart money is on the one who DOESN'T jump. No matter how provoked we imagine we are, no matter whether we think someone is trying to control us, we must remember that 1) what comes around goes around even in thought, so it's best to think higher, and 2) our reality is built on the laws of love and love is the only energy that endures.
The frog that doesn't jump understands this. I'm not saying we need to sit our asses down somewhere but I'm not NOT saying it, either.
This week is the aftermath of relationship tornadoes that huffed and puffed and blew our houses down. And how shocked we are to emerge from the rubble and discover that home is not a place, but any space and time where we look each other in the eye. Home is the instant recognition of the irritatingly indestructible love leftover, like roaches in the apocalypse.
How to make peace with an infestation of the heart? Asking for myself…
This week is about getting our ego out of the way and being a vessel for higher love. Which sucks, because since we're fighting our beloveds, we could totally WIN. We know all their tender points and where to poke to make them PAY. And then when they're crying at our mercy, we're gonna... CRY TOO. ( I mean, where did we think this was going? lol)
Like Jay- Z said, nobody wins when the family feuds. (Except the designer of Steve Harvey's suits 😂) This week the universe hopes we are too grown, too wise - or at the very least, too weak- to shoulder anymore ammunition against those who hold our hearts in their hands.
Plus whether we shoot or not, the love remains, like chin hair. *Eyeroll* *crosses arms* *sucks teeth* *soul sigh*
This week is about walking away from partnerships that crutch our ability to think for ourselves.
But first, epiphanies. Hindsight. Realizations that are uncomfortable af. Do you remember the first time you drank alcohol? Fun, right? But what about the first time you actually got drunk? And the first time you tried to sleep with a belly full of liquor but the room kept spinning? And then the first time you prayed to the porcelain God that if she spared your life you'd never drink again?
It's a slippery slope, from turning up to throwing up, from enthusiastic to frantic. And no matter how wild or tame the party, the tab must be paid when the bill comes due.
Maybe we aren't sure how to feel about this process of inevitability; but that uncertainty is a sign of maturity. We can't choose the repercussions of our actions, but we CAN choose the energy we put in motion (emotion) as a result.
This week brings an opportunity to start over, to create anew. There is a Magician inside all of us, ever ready to perform another trick. If the last experiment blew up in our faces, consider - what did we learn? What will we tweak? How will we evolve? God didn't believe us when we promised never to drink again- but sobriety was never a requirement. We aren't here to renounce our pleasures; the universe simply asks that we learn our limits, revise our recipes, sip slower, drink water!
It's time to think lovingly of our journey, and choose to see every circumstance as a reflection of how much life adores and believes in us. Regardless of our situation, we have the ability to realize, analyze, strategize & revise. Reality trusts us so much that she is putty in our hands.
Since revision takes laser focus, we must admit that blame, doubt and guilt are only distractions. We don't have time to throw a pity party because we feel victimized by cause and effect. Its our own private number listed under: Call In Case of Emergency. Even if we call someone else, they ain't coming. WE are the ones we've been waiting for. Our only options this week are to get up, stand up, boss up or level up.
Which will you choose? (That's a trick question.)
This week is about revelations. Judgement Day. Wake up calls to the ways in which we thought we were making our own wise and prudent choices - only to realize we were deadass duped by the devil on our shoulder.
Now don't freak out. The devil isn't the big bad wolf; it's just an energy. The devil is novelty that upgrades to consistency, then clenches into monotony, then retreats into stagnation, then rages into resentment and escapes back into novelty again. Hell is a rollercoaster we can't seem to get off, even though we're holding the controls. The devil is the voice that tricks us into cutting off our new growth so we can still fit in them chains. He's a clever dude; often he mimics the voice of our elders. This makes it that much harder to say GET BEHIND ME SATAN YOU HAVE NO AUTHORITY HERE.
So. This week we're going to wake up and realize we've been carrying out the old boss’ instructions. A map to Wisconsin won't get us to Disney World. It's time to respectfully fire the voices that send us off. And if they're like YOU CAN'T FIRE ME I QUIT, we gon’ say BYEEEEEE, hold on to to our crowns and practice our princess wave.
Our intuition is the only compass we need this week, because our feelings always guide us home to ourselves. Holding them back only stagnates our lives; our emotions are literally energy in emotion trying their damndest to push us into, through and past uncomfortable situations where we maybe flip out a little bit. And that's okay. Toddlers never get the cookie the first time they ask. We are brand new beings in 2019 and we have to make our voices heard. If we have to lose our shit to shift this shit, oh well. We are our own blessing so lets not block ourselves. Uniqueness is our birthright. Individuality is wealth. Just like we can't cash a check without id, we can't secure the spiritual bag until we SHOW UP and SHOW OUT.
We been saying I'm doing me. This week the universe asks, bihhhh, who is you??
You better speak up, chile.
This week is about fucking up. The ways others have failed us, the ways we've failed them, and the ways we have all failed ourselves. It's okay. This week - and I get the feeling it's bout to be a long ass week- but the thing that makes it move faster is allowing ourselves to move on from our fuckups. Life is a game and players fuck up. What's the point of wallowing when we could be playing again to win? Did we give up or naw? So we getting up or what?
Whatever happened that we didn't want to happen, was set up exactly that way as a lesson. The same cosmic instructors we thank for blessings and success, sometimes have to trip us so we fall. Otherwise how would we know how to get up? Resilience is a skill that we never learn if life consists of easy wins, head pats and participation trophies. Just because we are being challenged doesn't mean we are being punished. Perhaps we are being chosen.
This week calls for us to low-key grow the fuck up. I don't even have a way to sugarcoat that, it just is what it is. My laptop charger broke today and I have so much work to do. I had a whole ass tantrum, got a pep talk, ordered a new charger and then typed this on my phone, because resilience dammit. Stand tall y'all. Let's pass this class so WE CAN GRADUATE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD
Also, forgiveness. If we understand that fuck ups happen, then we can forgive those who trespassed against us, no? If we acknowledge that we've all fucked up, and we can't forgive those who have trespassed against us, even though we acknowledge that we too, are trespassers… yeah that's a test too. I hope we pass. And if we fail, I hope we forgive ourselves.
This week is a review of spiritual law; the lesson that what we say and believe creates our reality. The process of manifestation is logical and exact. And automatic. We are always creating our reality, whether we know it or not. Our minds are 24 hr manifestation machines. The universe wonders, are we committed to reaching the highest potential of our glorious mechanisms - regardless of how hard it is to work this thing? Or are we asleep at the switch, too overwhelmed to go back and read the instructions one more bleeping time? Maybe if we focused on our power as much as we focused on our fears, we wouldn’t have as much to be afraid of. You know how our parents used to say, “If you knew your math and science the way you know the lyrics to them rap songs...”
And that’s why the universe sends a gentle reminder this week that HELLO YOU CREATE YOUR OWN REALITY OK?! Your machine patiently awaits your next order, which will be carried out based on your consistent belief that it can be no other way except the way you say. Metaphorically speaking, we have nothing to wear but a bunch of too-tight thrift stores clothes but plot twist: we have a closet full of fabric and we can sew. This week we are being called to donate what don’t fit and custom make our lives.
Also, anything that is tangible, has value. Since we are tangible, we are able to be valued. Since we can be valued, WE ARE VALUABLE. Our own appraisal of our value is called SELF WORTH. Although our value to others is mutable, our self-worth to ourselves needs to be fixed. What we require when we exchange with others should not be based on their estimation of our value, but our own self estimation. Our self-esteem this week will directly correlate to our ability to DEMONSTRATE OUR WORTH by recognizing and eliminating situations that devalue us.
Removing ourselves from negotiations about non-negotiables will signal the universe to up-level our offers.
This week is built on avoiding explosion no matter how angry we feel. Standing our ground. Staying on our square.
We head into the New Year with the ability to manifest whatever we want. But making magic takes peace and clarity, and we don't feel peaceful at all.There is a certain relationship issue our minds keep circling around; just as we decide that for focus sake we don't care anymore, someone rushes back in to MAKE US CARE. On one hand we know we should leave the past alone, on the other hand we have something to say. We have a LOT to say.
But regardless of our original perspective, this is the week to consider the other side. A successful entry to the New Year requires a balanced view of the things we leave behind. Our advice this week is to master our own emotions, and not be moved by the ebb and flow of suppressed anger, resentment and deep love and longing that will surely arise. We must use our wisdom, flexibility and maturity to transmute any negative feelings into fuel to push us toward our best and highest selves.
No matter what happens this week, remember that everything is energy, and energy is neutral until we give it meaning. We must use the energy to remain focused on creating the life we want for ourselves, period. Relationships we buried because of a lack of reciprocity are turning over in their graves, wanting to rise and try again. Now that we have demonstrated our worth to the world but most importantly OURSELVES by refusing to beg for what we deserve, ghosts of our insecure past will gather around curious about the new laws of our heart. We don't owe them any answers. If we've learned anything in 2018, it's that no matter how we tell people to treat us, people gon’ do what they want.
As we move in 2019, let action be the only language we speak.
Predictably as we move into winter solstice, this week is about releasing what is dead so that new life can enter. There was a situation we pondered and pondered but could never quite figure out; suddenly we’ve realized that either the world is upside down or a complete shift in perspective is required. We may not know how to get there (despite the directions of the grownups, all the routes were detours), but we know where we want to be. As cheesy as it sounds during the holiday, our heart really is our guide.
This week is about endings. Deaths. The fire that calls down the rain to nourish the new sprouts. How can the tenders shoot up if the land has not been cleared? Our lives as caterpillars are over, and we observe the architecture of our interior selves crumble to glorious ruins. We are hypnotized by our own destruction, morbidly curious at how this kind of transformation could herald anything but a permanent and humiliating end. We are being pulled into some next version of ourselves that we can’t predict or understand. We are pure life force, searching for a form. This week is chrysalis.
Do caterpillars have regrets? Do they bemoan the grooves they never crawled, now that their legs have turned to soup? Do they hunger for another sunset, another breeze at dusk when the hot sidewalk is suddenly cool? Do they long for the days of fearing and needing the rain?
This week we will feel our twinges of sadness as the past shuts off the lights and locks the doors. We will mourn the places and faces to which we can never return. And then we will flex our wings (wings?! Where did those come from?) and fly.
After the cocoon, we bloom. O ye of little faith, why do you doubt?
Whatever happens this week is built upon whether or not we are doing our work. There’s inner work, outer work, work to be done in the dark and work to be done in the light. Whatever work we do will only be successful if we turn our backs on distractions and concentrate on the reality WE create. Focus is the crux of skill.
So this week requires a bit of willful blindness. Purposeful obliviousness. There are old patterns we’ve hold on to for far too long because they made us feel powerful, capable and stable. However if we pay very close attention we will notice that lately, no matter how many blessings these behaviors used to bring, now those same behaviors leave us weak, inept and uncertain. The universe is calling us forward.
And yet, its funny how moving forward can look like pausing to think and regression can look like plowing ahead. This week forms a paradox -- can we be wise enough to sit still and refuse to choose when we are not certain, when none of the options we’re presented with feel like the perfect fit? Can we face the fact that movement is only progress if its headed in the right direction?
Now that Mercury is out of retrograde (but still in shadow), we are ready to be direct. Maybe a little too direct. But have we fully integrated the lessons we’ve just learned or nah? Are we seeing clearly? Is our ego in check? Are we acting in the interest of the little “i” or the big “WE?” It’s easy to tell -- one makes us feel covetous while the other lets us breathe.
This is a willful ass week. Everybody’s feeling froggy and everybody can jump. Everyone has an opinion. Everyone wants a say. So our advice this week, wise ones, is to shut the hell up. LISTEN. Throwing our voices in the chorus will only make us hoarse. Wishes can’t be granted if the genie has been screamed to death. Everybody wants to speak to the man in charge, but we must remember that’s our name on the door. We are all the masters of our own damn fate, and the captains of our soul. So the best person for us to talk to this week is ourselves. It might make us look crazy -- but we know we’re conversing with the most powerful person in the room, the ONLY one who can give us what we want.
This week is powered by transmuting the energy of disappointment. Feeling trapped by our failures and unable to focus anything except what we’ve lost -- that’s called intensity. Intensity is a very useful kind of fuel, but only when used with the correct purpose and direction. To the extent that we are sad indicates our capacity for happiness, understand? We could focus on our misery, but we could also choose to focus on the fact that we’re in a prime position for joy.
As Mercury finishes up churning up the death waters of Scorpio this week, our magic lies in our ability to end what we need to end, and change what we need to change, and to allow the momentum of separation to thrust us toward our deepest desires. We are done being immobilized by emotions or indecision; no matter how we feel this week, we’re advised to work with it like a sculptor with clay. As long as we can change our focus and decide that whatever happens, happens for our highest good, then we can use the circumstances that present themselves to our advantage.
The word of the week is CONTROL. Control is a state of mind that emerges from the perception of power, not weakness. We are in control of our reality, regardless of how it appears. If what we thought we wanted seem to be moving in the opposite direction, we must take that as a sign that the universe is removing what was good enough to make space for our perfect match. Feelings of abandonment may come up this week, but we are warned against chasing any thing that dares show us its back. We must remain firmly grounded in our seat of power, knowing that man’s rejection is God’s protection.
Sometimes when things fall apart, they are really falling together.