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