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.
a weekly message, alchemized from the tarot cards, seasoned with intuition and life experience, served with love (sometimes with a side of spicy cussin)