This week is a gut check. Our feelings writhe within us; we are a veritable sea of internal turmoil and emotional instability. We're doing all we can to ride the wave, stay in the boat, see through the storm, blah blah blah. We're crying on the inside, like winners.
Though troubled, we are blessed; these stormy waters within us means we have loved and we have been loved. The presence (present!) of love is always a gift, no matter what happens next.
We need to talk about what happens next though. The presence of love is ethereal, magical, mystical, intangible, effortless - but the application of love is detailed, logical, practical and tangible. This isn't the vast metaphor this subject matter deserves, but to express the sentiment in the simplest terms: MUHFUCKAS CAN'T EAT LOVE. The feeling of love requires nothing but the expression requires a whole damn lot.
So, yeah. This week we are love, we are loved, we in love- but until the action matches the energy, we fighting, periodt. Mars is in Taurus and Venus is in Capricorn... y'all might not know what that means but let me just say- SOLID OFFERS ONLY. We can't build homes or fill our bellies with our feelings.
This week, it's real shit or nothing at all.
This week reminds us that our entire existence was meticulously designed and created in love. Each of us is Earth's precious child, and now that she has molded and shaped us in the fire of her womb, it's time to be born.
This means there is a whole new world out there waiting but first, labor. People say labor is hard on the mother, but truly, it's hardest on the child. It's some scary shit to go from nothing to something, to be pulled out of home not quite understanding the door has been permanently shut behind you. Some babies sail head first down the birth canal; others breech, panic, stop breathing, stop time. Regardless of the birth story, the womb is no longer an option.
This week is an introduction to a whole new chapter of our lives. Even if our monkey mind tells us we aren't ready, one monkey don't stop no show. The universe doesn't care if we step into this new beginning cute and dimpled with a Superman curl or feet first, ass backwards, screaming at the top of our lungs. It's been a long pregnancy, a hard labor, and the Divine Mother is just very tired and ready to hold us and take a nap already. We might as well stop resisting because each push is meant to move us OUT.
No matter how we show up this week, someone who loves us very much is over the moon about our arrival. Being born is scary, but what about all the cute clothes, warm milk, coos and cuddles? All is well, little baby. Close your eyes and sleep. 😘
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*
a weekly message, alchemized from the tarot cards, seasoned with intuition and life experience, served with love (sometimes with a side of spicy cussin)