Those of us who are hell-bent captaining our own ship with big Type A assertive go-get-it-ive-ness might be struggling with a vessel that is on some stormy seas. And here's the thing: these seas are made of psychic energy, and they are directly reflective of our own state; the more ragey control we put into things, the more this will be reflected back as resistance right now.
Just go ahead and try to punch water. Let's see how that works out. Or bully our crew into keeping things afloat, throwing buckets of water overboard. Keep it up. Maybe we'll exhaust ourselves until we finally let it go.
There are seasons to things. I know you all have heard me speak many times about how it you who is in charge, not anyone else. And especially not the Stars. You create your life. And this still stands. But there is always more to ourselves that we are getting to know, more that is revealed to us, and part of the game of life is a constant expansion of awareness. Sometimes we get in our own way, getting stuck in hard lines and armored "it's-just-always-been-this-way"s that we can't see past. We get dirty. We get encrusted with psychic debris, layers of it. We believe things that aren't true. We forget how we really feel.
The energy of right now, and of the coming eclipses, is a stormy deluge that is intended to clear the air, clear the decks, clear the beach of pollution, over-development and cheap, trendy, "get aways". It is a reclamation of our true natural selves, the part of us that moves with the tides, that has easy, full breath, that can enjoy spontaneous play and joy and grief and love without knowing what will happen next. It's made of laughter and tears and blood and real feeling. It's made of non-rational, ungrab-able, undulate-y, ubiquitous stuff. It's about allowing, and a return to/new relationship with our innocent, essential self.
It's releasing us of old hurts so that we can fully live, and risk getting hurt again. Like the fairy-tale Handless Maiden, the crying keeps us clean, and therefore keeps the Devil at bay (and she grows back her hands!). These waters WILL recede again, once they have done their work; things will dry out, and the Sun will reappear. Right now we're getting washed up (washed up as in "onto shore", or washed up as in "getting clean"; both metaphors could work here!).
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