Ok y'all this is not a drill. This week may look minor as fuck (I usually say af but I'm out right cussing in the second sentence to get your attention, because that's how serious this week is) but it's MAJOR. Shit's happening whether you see it or not. You're going to need your Spidey Senses.
Speaking of Spidey Senses, let's talk about Pisces for a second. Pisces people get a bad rap for being so sensitive, but it is this very sensitivity that protects them from many of the traps in which the rest of us find ourselves. Pisces feel bullshit and go the other way. They may cry, but they GO.
Since Mercury is still retrograding through Pisces, we're all being reminded that we all have this Piscean power to sense and avoid traps, at least for another week or so. That is very helpful, because the (sorry for yelling but this next part is so, so important) THE DEVIL WALKS ABOUT SEEKING ALL HE CAN DEVOUR.
Frfr. Traps are EVERYWHERE. It's landmine city and we are blindfolded. These traps look like friends, lovers, confidants. These traps look like trust, truth, clarity. We won't see it until it's too late.
So this week, trust no bitch unless that bitch is you. No matter what. If it don't feel right, walk AWAY. Don't mind hurting anyone's feelings if they contradict your own. This week is mind over matter- YOUR MIND ABOUT YOUR SELF IS THE ONLY ONE THAT MATTERS.
Remember this and you shall stay free. Go forth and be joyous and let your heart be light. You are protected along your path, provided you feel each step. You are being guided. Do not stray. Do not look down. Do not look back.
Since this world is upside down, your “worst” qualities this week will be your saving grace. To quote A Wrinkle in Time, “To you, I give the gift of your faults.”
There is such a thing as a tesseract.
This week is looking hella (ok yeah I've lived in Cali for awhile now...lol) dramatic, like a showdown between good and evil, light and dark, escape and stagnation. Just remember that whatever blows up this week will provide the necessary fuel to get us unstuck. The north node is in Cancer currently, which means the universe is focused on forward movement only.
Speaking of forward movement, let's raise a hand if we know the difference between love and addiction. Here is a hint: space. Addiction offers zero space, but then when it's over it's OVER and we pray to never see it's face again. Love on the other hand, can be here today and a continent away tomorrow, but no matter how far it flies it's never not coming back.
Now addiction can feel fun. It pretends to be really super duper fun. But deep down the reason addiction won't give us any room is because it knows if we had a moment off the merry-go-round we would throw up and go home. And stay home.
Love on the other hand is stable, slow, steady and so fkn BORING, but it doesn't make us want to run away and throw up. Love makes us breathe deeply because our heart ISN'T racing. Sweaty palms and erratic pulse is a sign of ingesting poison, no? Love isn't supposed to feel like we might possibly die. Love is rest, not stress. Grandma's house. Sunday naps with the news in the background. Warm hands and even breaths.
This week we are led to listen to our bodies. How do we feel with our “loved” ones? It's a retrograde so regardless of how we feel, we shouldn't make any sudden moves...but do take note. Review.
Tests are coming soon.
This week begins Mercury's three week retrograde through Pisces. It's all about feelings- old feelings, new feelings, borrowed feelings, blue feelings. And the most irritating part about it is that we've felt all these feelings before. None of this is new. That's what a retrograde is, a REminder. A RE-do. A REfresher course.
So if we're REcycling obsessions, compulsions, fixations and childhood wounds like old clothes, Mercury is coming through like Johnny Cochran to REiterate - if it doesn't fit, you must acquit. LET THAT OLD SHIT GO.
Holding on only exacerbates our pain and disappointment because when this retrograde is over- and quite possibly before it's through - we're getting new inventory. A whole new shipment of feels. Regardless of our bias, the universe is confident we will want the new hotness and not the same old, same old. We must trust our favorites were discontinued for a reason. We must trust the universe has major upgrades with our ease and satisfaction in mind.
And this isn't a magical portal, either. On the other side of it, we won't be gifted with a glittery new miracle that makes everything worthwhile. Naw, what hurt will still hurt. All pain doesn't have a purpose.
But. At least we will finally grow the fuck up. At least we will learn to see and understand the first time around, so a painful REminder isn't necessary.
Where once we were smart, we shall now be wise. Sometimes that's all we get, and that's plenty.
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*
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.
a weekly message, alchemized from the tarot cards, seasoned with intuition and life experience, served with love (sometimes with a side of spicy cussin)