This week is kind of like a breech baby, in that the ass end is coming in first. It's also like one of those art films where there are definite dramatic scenes and most certainly a point to all of this somewhere, but for now pretty much everything is just out of fucking order.
Kind of like this post because here's a tangent: What place does love have in business? What place does love have in contracts?
Probably none. But any union in which we are stuck and love is not the glue, is a deal with the devil. If and when this happens, we can pull out the key and unlock ourselves.
The key is love. We must love ourselves enough to provide peace to our own souls. We must look at the devil, our devil, and accept that we made the deal. This is earth school, so the deals we make are the tests we take. Don't get mad at the test, just pass that motherfucker (with love!). The moment we accept the challenge, it becomes a choice. Acceptance is freedom, and freedom is flow, and flow is always going so you'll get the hint and go with it.
The days of getting mad at the devil are done.
The devil's just doing his job bro, chill.
This week is a time warp, kind of like those movies where a person is somehow able to visit a past version of themselves and tell themselves the best possible ways to avoid all undesirable outcomes while simultaneously guaranteeing bliss.
If we should find ourselves offering ourselves unsolicited advice, let's stop ourselves. No one knows best for us except right now us. Past us is clueless and future us is afraid. But the powerfully present version of us lives blissfully and intuitively in sync with the endlessly magical moment of now, where there is nothing to fear because all good things are possible. Probable even.
Even if the future us thinks they know what's best, we must remind them of the butterfly effect - that one tiny thing can change everything. In fact, the mere presence of a future self means that everything is already different.
There is nothing left to do except be ourselves, and be ready and willing to stare down any part of our consciousness too paranoid to trust ourselves to figure out how to become who we are... even if it means parting ways with the person our future selves expected us to become.
This week we're going rogue.
This week is about tribe.
But before we can talk about tribe we have to talk about self. That's all a tribe is, is a collection of selves.That sentence you just read is the most important sentence in this reading so let's read it again. A tribe is a collection of selves. A unified tribe is its own body and is therefore only as strong as its weakest member, the one who doesn't know who they are.
The way we can tell the ones who don't know who they are, is that when found alone they try to tribe with others too fast and assume a blended identify. Every strong ecosystem requires diversity; a population of cloned cells rather than individual cells becomes a cancer to the tribe.
Therefore the only way to join and maintain a strong tribe is to be a strong, clearly defined self. And once part of a tribe, strong boundaries must also be kept to keep fools from rushing in. These days joining forces is indeed an urgent matter… but the urgency is precisely why we DON'T rush. Urgent situations require careful execution, since we only get one shot to get it right.
Now...part of being a strong self is being able to withstand the intense anger, jealousy and ridicule at the minds and hearts of those who lack individuality and are therefore attached to a weak, cloned tribe. Whereas previously the energy would have made us disguise ourselves to slide beside them in the shade as a respite from the heat of our own light, now we simply burn brighter.
And our shine makes it easier for our true squad to find us and scoop us up.
Be patient. They coming.
Ok this phrase has been used to death but this week really is about walking away from the people, places & emotions that no longer serve us. Cut off & cancel culture has become a trend, just like hairstyles - but just because everyone is suddenly rocking our look doesn't mean it don't still look good on us. This is the week to honor ourselves, even if doing so makes us look like copycats. Don't forget that all trends start from something real, and there is nothing fake about demanding respect and refusing to participate in self-shrinking patterns any longer, even if doing so shifts our relationships in uncomfortable ways.
Remember in the movie Good Fellas, when Henry Hill monologued about enemies coming with smiles and kisses, because we've known them all our lives? Discernment is the challenge this week. There will be no angry blowups, or cutting words, no neon signs above the hoes that can't be trusted, blinking *don't* * trust* *these* *hoes*. The fake love will be, as Drake says, straight up to our face.
So we must be in this world but not of it, lest the quiet voice of wisdom and intuition be drowned out by the ever present HEYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!! Ask yourself again this week, what does love feel like in your body? In your belly? In your gut?
If you lose your way, remember that truth hides in silence. If someone is talking talking talking talking, ask yourself what is NOT being said. To quote the saintly father from Divine Secrets of the Yaya sisterhood - “When you know a person long enough, you can tell what they're trying to hide by the way they try to hide it.”
This week, nothing is something too.
This week is about the space between lovers. It doesn't have to be romantic love either. The earth loves you. Do you love her back? Your lungs love you. Do you love them back?
Notice how little mind you paid to the examples above. Who thinks about the earth? Who thinks about their lungs? Sky and breath are guaranteed, right…? The mechanisms that support our lives are silent and assured. We ignore them when they are present and mourn them when they are gone. Like my daddy said, you don't miss your water till the well runs dry.
This week, we need to be grateful for our water, for our earth, for our lungs, for our people; for every invisible lover who goes unnoticed, but serves it's beloved anyway.
And if we should look up and for some reason our beloved isn't there, let us not assume the love is gone. Let us not assume the worst.
Let us have faith that more will be revealed and in the meantime in-between time, trust that all is well, and we are loved.
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. 😘
a weekly message, alchemized from the tarot cards, seasoned with intuition and life experience, served with love (sometimes with a side of spicy cussin)