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