Daily ingredients - 12/26 - 12/31 - New Moon, Solar Eclipse, Dec 26m 12:13 a.m. est.
Since Fall, people, places, and things who you held true were life and death essential to your dreams and goals have fallen by the wayside and it probably hurt. A lot. Life can kill the shape of a dream, rendering all actions taken to mean dust, but it can't kill the essence. Essence is the emotional wholeness you intuitively know successful attainment of a dream/goal will give you. You don't give up the sane need, the healthy and sacred desire for essence, ever. What you give up is your life and death attachment to the shape of what you're absolutely sure it has to look like.
Think the death card, followed by the fool. The snake shedding her skin. How vulnerable do you have to be to hold still and lose your skin? You have no control, it's nature. How sensitive is the new skin? Think lidless eyes in bright sun - thank you Mr. Joyce. The fool follows the death card. The quest for joy. Smart feet feeling their way along a new path. All essence is rooted in joy - the jagged pain of what must die, of death, breaks you open to know whole joy. Hard to remember sometimes, isn't it? That the finality of an ending you didn't want is in fact the beginning of something new. And no I don't suggest, you skip the ugly feelings or deny their power by saying, "I'm going someplace better." That's something you say when you're coming out of it, not in the midst of it. To say it while you're in the midst of your dark agonies is mental abuse.
This eclipse is about getting out from under personal mental abuse. It's one thing to take an inventory and hold yourself accountable. it's quite another to beat yourself a pulp; to judge yourself, and to continually judge self, according to some arbitrary paradigm, purposely created to keep you groveling and on your knees. You're not on the planet to grovel; you're on the planet to create, you're on the planet to love, you're on the planet to laugh, to cry, to celebrate. To everything there is a season and there is no season called "groveling."
This eclipse is about kissing the past good-bye. Seriously. Write "past," on a piece of paper, kiss it and burn. This eclipse is about new possibilities. Willingness to go for essence without any attachment to shape. You're going to get a great shape, I promise, but you've got to be willing to let go. Listen to Richie Havens singing, "Freedom," at Woodstock. That's the feel of the energy right now and it's gritty and exciting and passionate; hurting and healing and sweaty; beautiful. I love the opposition; alchemy lives in the opposition. Alchemy fertilizes the seeds of the humane within. You are not on the planet to be more spiritual, you're on the planet to learn what it is to be humane and to love self beyond all reason. Spirituality is part of the process but it is not the end goal.
This eclipse, the new moon, all of 2020 is about reclaiming your heart. It's about sane boundary and scorching creativity and right use of anger. It's about FUN, less focus on the internal, and way more focus on external creation. Don't let self-doubt complicate your mind. Willingness cracks the night. Color will come clear, soon enough. Be with people who really hear you.
Live loud, love fierce, and suffer no fools. Katherine Manaan
Art - Albert Pinkham Ryder
Not where you once were, yet not where you're going. Jumpy energy. Impatience. Mars and Sag energies. Mars says, I want it yesterday. Sag says, I'm leaving for the Hebrides tomorrow. Capricorn has a dog in this game. You need to be reasonable, he says. And it's all happening at the same time. When the mean reds hit, lie down on the floor. Kick and scream, hard and loud as you can. You'll feel amazing when you're done and your chakras will be perfectly aligned.
The in-between can feel like being stuck between a rock and a hard place. Sometimes that’s exactly what it is, but not this time. Think of the earth in winter. To the naked eye all is dead, but oh my darlings the invisible life carrying on underground! That’s what this in-between is about; the invisible twists and turns, realigning here, changing there, miracles forming, you can’t see them…..yet. You might be thinking fuck this; I am so done with the work of consciousness and authenticity. I’m still in debt, I still don’t have the job I want, I still don’t have the man of my dreams, etc., These feelings are coming up a lot for my beloved clients because of last month’s Mercury retrograde in Scorpio. The thrust of the retrograde was to move people out of their comfort zone by showing you where you were engaged in toxic and dysfunctional behavior. All dysfunction, all toxic behavior, is a kind of survival mechanism. Negating your abilities and talents, putting other’s needs before your own, refusing to see or devaluing your successes, vicious self-talk are all survival mechanisms because they keep you small. When you’re small, you’re not a target. Becoming aware of how you’re hurting yourself is not the time to beat yourself to a pulp, judge yourself unmercifully, or nail yourself to the cross. It is the right and perfect time to get on your side.
Mercury retrograde in Scorpio put everyone in touch with their deepest yearnings and desires. The retrograde quite literally cracked the (no longer protective) armor, and a new piece of radiant self, the self who will take you there, emerged. She (or he) is pure, unformed potential. She (or he) is “I can,” and “I will,” and “I’m going to have a good time getting what I want.” To work with this potential, of, by, and for you, root deep, go dark, and feel the energies of the earth spiraling up through the souls of your feet and throughout your body. Imagine what you want in your life, imagine it’s already happened and you’re living it. When you return to this time and place say, “this or something better.” Sometimes it’s necessary to go for an exact result. This is not that time. Go for the essence, the feeling that what you want will give you, and let the Lady/Lord/Universe take care of the form. The form will be born at Yule.
The best way to work with stress spasms and the free-floating anxiety common to in-between energy is to think about what makes you feel content. Mashed potatoes and gravy? Throwing chicken bones on a neighbor's lawn? Freshly shaven legs on clean sheets? Snuggling up with a small child to watch Moose and Squirrel? Commit to doing one thing a day for the next five days that makes you feel truly content. Revel in the sensation; go deep, go deeper. True contentment rests the body, the mind, and the soul. True contentment allows the heart to break in on itself with sweet relief and gratitude for the break in the battle. Gratitude is an action of love and you with all your dark and your light and your shadows and in-betweens are a magnificent being of love. Love self beyond all reason, my darlings.
Live loud, love fierce, and suffer no fools. katherine manaan x0
art by Betye Sarr
Blessed Samhain. The Witches New Year. Mercury retrograde in Scorpio – October 31st.
The question of done. All discomfort has right use and it’s not about being a better person, or lessons, or being more spiritual. Discomfort is part of being human. Discomfort takes us into the realm of the humane. The humane action is what love looks like. New Age thinking and quite a few religions and philosophers, propose we transcend the human condition to reach higher consciousness. Transcendence = out of the body. The humane resides in the body. What is the right use of the kill or be killed we carry within? Here’s a clue: the most tender, gentle, loving people know what and how to hate. They control their actions; not their feelings. Snuggle your demons. If you are serious about changing your consciousness, and the consciousness of the planet, open to the humane within and practice treating yourself humanely. Make it habit, make it sure as gravity.
Scorpio Season: The clash of otherness; yours and yours. Alongside the not so pretty is the soul call and the heart’s need for gentle, for kind. Delicious sarcasm. Rich creativity. Deep bliss. Black velvet. Relating and relationship and warmth. Again, the question of done. Who and what enhances your life and makes you feel good all over? Who makes you laugh? Who’s got your back? Mercury = communication; Scorpio = secrets. High probability of sharing uncomfortable secrets; high probability of uncomfortable secrets being revealed. Refuse to judge self through the lens of the past. Staying stuck, holding fast to what is clearly over, is of no benefit and will suck the life out of your dreams. The dreams that are still a little out of reach but, are starting to take form in the ethers. Physical security and anchors is the feeding soil of the dream.
It is Samhain Eve as I write this. The veil is clearly thin because the dead, namely my mother, woke me this morning at 5 am. When I write it was wonderful, it was amazing, it was profound, I feel like an idiot because the words don’t even begin to convey the experience or the movie in my head that turned on. I can say I was wrapped in thick white light, I can say there were angels everywhere, seriously everywhere, just like when she was dying, and I can say we laughed hard, I could see her laughing, smelled her Chanel #5, images of the best of times bled one into the other, there were no frames, just totality. If you fall I’ll leave you, she said, when we got off the plane. I was wearing a white halter mini dress and 3 inch platform sandals. I said, if I fall I’m taking you with me, and we howled. Last time she laughed that hard she had the cancer and we were drunk out of our minds on green crème de mint. I was in comedy group and we did a midnight show every Friday upstairs at Greene Street. I flew down from New York most every Saturday to be with her and I’d do the show to make her laugh. I’d Reiki her to. Anyway the night we were so drunk on green crème do mint, I’d put on my satin peignoir and was doing my Sunny Von Bulow in a coma character.
I miss having a live mother and father. Momma’s here now as I write this, as is my dad, I can smell the Kool cigarettes, he’s still using his cigarette holder. Uncle John, Uncle Bob, Uncle Dusty, drinking martinis and playing gin, and I can’t stop crying the tears that only a woman of a certain age can cry. Grief and loss for whole worlds long gone and never coming back. And I’m not in a place where I want to think about new worlds forming, or even forming a new world. Mind you I was in therapy for over 30 years getting over my family; at the same time, I loved them so much and I never for one minute doubted they loved me. I also never thought I’d ever be able to see the good in how I was raised; I was so focused on the damage that had been done. It was my focus, my experience of the damage, and my willingness to heal that led me to witchcraft and the right therapist. All of the work I’ve done over the years opened the door for what happened this morning.
The Samhain season is about deep feeling; nothing superficial. Deep feeling always lands me, lands anybody, on new ground, and that ground feels good because it’s honest and there’s something familiar about it. That’s because it’s your ground, you’ve had it all along. You want your ground, you live, that’s what you do, and you practice treating self yourself humanely, till it becomes a habit and you do your art or whatever it is that makes you whole. Don’t let anyone take the wonder of being fully alive and fully in body away from you. Don’t let anyone split your being into pieces.
Love beyond all reason. Kat x0x0x0
Scorpio Season. Samhain, the Witches New Year. Strange brew.
Dark of the moon, Saturday the 26th. Saturn, Saturn everywhere. Banish. Burn. New Moon, Sunday, October 27th, 11:39 pm EST, in Scorpio. Veils are ripped off. See the harsh. Wrap it in love, wrap it in compassion, and let its colors be(come). STOP trying to change yourself. The question is NOT what is the spiritual action; the question is what is the humane action. Vulnerability is high right now, as is a tendency to overcomplicate pretty much anything. Over-complication is about self-protection. Get it? Your mantras for the week: I am not here to please you. And. I forgive myself everything.
Radical, revolutionary self-acceptance. Stop trying to fix the past, stop trying to change yourself. Take pleasure in your evil and your good; your nice and your not-so-nice. Each contains the other and you need all of it. Negative feelings do not create your reality. The next time someone tells me that negative feelings create my reality, I am going to hit them with a bat. And when they come to, I am going to say, you created that.
Of course we can impact our reality, but any kind of orthodoxy that is not mirrored, reflected, or supported by the workings of the eco-system on which our very lives depend, is not of, by, and for love. Lush-no-boundaries-love. We are all the same energy (love) in different form. There is form under the form and form under that, ad infinitum. I am the becoming, coming forth by day I become the night, I become the day, I am the becoming. Skip the dung ball (giggle). And if you don't know what that means read the Kheperi myth.
Mercury goes retrograde on Samhain (October 31). No better season than the time between now and winter solstice to review, to release, grieve, to mourn, to feel restless; to yearn beyond all reason — for what, you’re not sure. James Joyce wrote: "This race and this country and this life produced me. I shall express myself as I am."
Express yourself as you are.
Live loud, love fierce, and suffer no fools. Kat
Art: Gustave Dore (thank you Tina Sams)
Strange energies this week. Emptiness, WTF, now what? This is nothing you (hanged man) haven’t been through before; it will ease in the coming weeks when fire catches in the first. Enjoy the edge.
Healthy boundaries give wings to the person you're becoming. Unhealthy boundaries keep you stuck in survival mode. Some people will never see your point of view, no matter what you say, what you do, even if you're right. Hold still, let sadness/rage/hurt/frustration flow; instinctive right action will bumble to surface, when you're not looking, nudging, biting, smacking. STOP taking the bullet for other people's bad behavior. You are NOT the sacrificial lamb. Last I heard that job had been taken.
Strong need to analyze, to figure your way clear. Mental must serve the beauty otherwise it serves nothing. Detached intellect is not objective. It's a product of envy and envy is about keeping other's (and you) cut to size and manageable. Healthy mind serves instinct and intuition. Split apart and living separate they mutate into ugly. Soul mate love abounds. Either continue to live in the piss and agony of the past, or allow yourself to step into something scary new. Yes, it is an either/or decision. Insecurity can be beautiful because it's about vulnerability. Fantasy and reality come together. Desire, equal parts brutal and tender, and if you're not playing for keeps leave her/him/them alone. Creativity flows. What moves and touches you? What makes you tremble? Real honest-to-Goddess opportunities that will impact your future financial security. Turtle speed, no rabbits.
Libra season. The collective is swimming in the waters of Libran energy. Art comes first, partnership is all, and justice. Contrary to popular opinion, Libra's are not all sweetness and light, even though they think they are. They think they're logical and reasonable, which can be endearing. Or not. Libra’s are air, a mental energy, logic, reason. Ruled by Venus, they’re set up for an inner opposition and tension from the get go. Venus is decidedly not mental, she is beauty, love, sexuality, and sensuality. As per Lorna Bevan, the esoteric mantra for Libra is: "I choose the way which leads between the two great lines of force." Get thee to beauty and feel the boundary of body dissolve for a while. When you zip yourself back into flesh, know you contain all that beauty with which you were just One. Including justice – merciful justice. Get the fuck of Ereskrigal’s hook. She’s tired of you in her underworld and she has her hands full with that idiot Dante.
Do something that makes you laugh out loud. Long and yearn for what you don’t have — yet. Dream it into being. Essence, not form. Protect your inner tenderness and kind; consciously piss on the mean traps set by programmed expectations (yours and others) that have nothing to do with you or your life. This is not the time to hold fast to what was. This is the time to take the hands of yearning others jumping off the cliff with you. You’re not alone. Other, outside; new ways of living and being, forced to surface by flow and flux. The center no longer holds, the God created by man and his kind is dead. Enjoy the edge.
Live loud, love fierce, and suffer no fools.
art: Hilma as Klimt
Full Moon in Pisces – Friday, September, 13 at 12:33 am est
Everything is in the story. Stories that change and form you are the chapters. Love and pain are equally powerful for each contain the other. There is a painter I know in Margaretville, whose work takes the skin off things, setting energy free. Chaos. Unfamiliar shapes, foreshorten, lengthen, twisting brutally, curving gently, bursting through space and time. This is what pure feeling looks like.
Paul Muad'dib says fear is a mind killer. Witches say where there’s fear there’s unacknowledged power. New Agers say fear is negative and creates your reality. New Age thinking is today’s Panglossian Optimism, and Pangloss was burned at the stake between the hors d'oeuvres and the entree. Hmmmm. Fear is part of life and we all have it. Sometimes fear stops us from doing things we need to do, and other times it stops us from doing things we have no business doing. I think the witches are right, if I’m afraid of doing something I know I need to do and want to do, but am too afraid to put myself out there, then I am shirking my responsibility and my power to impact my life. I am shirking because what if the result isn’t what I want and I get hurt. Again. I can’t stand being hurt. But hurt is part of life and living and trying anything new is probably going to hurt a little (or a lot). Scars are beautiful, they remind me that I have lived. The point is there is right use for all feelings and when you take the skin off remarkable shapes emerge. You’re in the current now, best swim with it.
Full moon, harvest moon, in Pisces. Feeling, mysticism; Psyche and Eros; the unconscious made conscious. Desire, wanton sexuality. Ocean energy. Unless you’re Anais Nin finding balance is not easy during this full moon. Emotional tides are way high. Don’t even bother trying to figure it out. Little red wagons are everywhere. Root in earth and feel the air on your skin. The Equinox is coming Sept 23rd, Mabon; the grape harvest, and the season of Libra. Imbalanced scales come into balance. The yin, the yang. The cock, the vagina. Essence finds its shape. The process is ALL and nostalgia is the enemy. Nostalgia is the Vaseline on the lens through which you view life. Nostalgia keeps you invested in the past and this is NOT a time to be invested in the past, especially in the areas of love and career. Dream the essence of what you want; feel it, taste it. Walk in the future of desired essence. The form will take care of itself if you stay true to essence. Full moon energy begins to wane Monday and you are changed. No, don’t go tell it on the mountain, you won't have the words anyway; better to clean our your drawers and closet. Begin preparations for the cozy of winter.
This full moon signals an ending of the old, of the last 25 years; a new cycle begins, landing you in the waters of probable possibility. A very important writer once told me alliteration was bad writing. I’ve been addicted to alliteration ever since. Long live the squirrely and Happy Esbat. Spells to know God/Goddess, and spells turning life and will over to the guidance of the ancestors/spirit guides/God/Goddess are particularly powerful. Spells for love are also well aspected, as are spells for out of the box creativity, provided you do them Friday, Saturday get away from it all, and Sunday do spells for creative success. As ever if you need more specific information book a reading.
The Fey are packing for their journey at Samhain. Put out tiny bowls of honey and butter. Clean and refill daily. Eat steamed artichokes dipped in vinaigrette made with rice vinegar; savor cheese and tomato frittatas and toasted sour dough bread. I leave you now with the Song of Amergin, translated by Robert Graves. If you can, go outside and read by candlelight (or flashlight) under the light of the full moon. If you can’t go outside, read it aloud inside by candlelight. When you're finished, close your eyes, and watch the clouds part in your third eye. There is a vision for you there.
I am wishing y'all love beyond all reason. Kat x0xx0
I am a stag: of seven tines,
I am a flood: across a plain,
I am a wind: on a deep lake,
I am a tear: the Sun lets fall,
I am a hawk: above the cliff,
I am a thorn: beneath the nail,
I am a wonder: among flowers,
I am a wizard: who but I
Sets the cool head aflame with smoke?
I am a spear: that roars for blood,
I am a salmon: in a pool,
I am a lure: from paradise,
I am a hill: where poets walk,
I am a boar: ruthless and red,
I am a breaker: threatening doom,
I am a tide: that drags to death,
I am an infant: who but I
Peeps from the unhewn dolmen, arch?
I am the womb: of every holt,
I am the blaze: on every hill,
I am the queen: of every hive,
I am the shield: for every head,
I am the tomb: of every hope.
P.S. Live loud, love fierce, and suffer no fools
Art by Karin Zeller
Blessed New Moon. In Virgo.
Virgo season. Anything of value is in the details. Be brave. Dream big. Step into future timelines and plant the feel, the color, of attained desires. The center no long holds, the tesseract is quite real. Refuse to follow Virgil through Dante’s hell - it's Dante’s hell, not yours. Deus sive Natura. Over-complication sends you right up your own asshole. Contain the paradox. Like attracts like and opposites attract. It's enough to fry the reductive brain of any New Ager. Go ahead - take a chance. Put the cruel and their ways behind you, and let yourself love those, who love beyond all reason. Find balance in the golden mean.
Two of Pentacle energies. Juggling new opportunities. The eternal within eternity. The three follows, so there is an eye to love. Not fantasy love, but the real thing – soul mate time. Again, like attracts like, and opposites attract; individuation is the key. Grace resides in the opening. The law that you live, that you express, can make or break you right now. Change it, if it no longer serves you. Stand in the direction of a good breeze, holding your arms out. Ask for and feel the winnowing. The Angels of Air can help you with that one, or Paralda - The Elemental King of the Air. We are all modes of one substance (energy), the same substance (energy), in different form. I love that - feeling what I have in common with everyone else, and feeling that which makes me unique.
Love in Virgo season is specific, directed. Take-it-or-leave-it attitude is a thing of the past. The lover Libra follows in October, then the searing, sealing passion of Scorpio in November. By the time the energy rolls into Sag, you're tying each other up. (giggle)
Money in Virgo season comes in the form of new opportunities. Money in Virgo season is made to last. Money magick in Virgo season is way powerful if you go for essence, rather than form. Whatever it is you think money or a new job will give you is the essence. Again, go for essence and leave the shape it takes up to the Gods. That takes faith in the unseen. Not blind faith but faith. Faith in gravity, in the seasons, will do. Faith feeds hope.
Creativity in Virgo season finds its stride. You know exactly what you're doing and have a new appreciation for those who get what you’re up; at the same time, you don’t give a rat’s ass what anybody thinks. When the voices, you-should-be-doing-more, start up, aim lasers at them and burn them out. They're not your voices anyway. They're interjects, meaning they belong to either your mother, or your father, or education, or church, or any other social institution that is hell bent on keeping you cut to size and manageable. Refuse to tolerate even a whisper of the intolerable. Compassion is NOT about letting people walk all over you.
Priority determines the use of substance (energy) Shifting priorities allows for new use(s). The center no longer holds, the paradigms are changing; all is grounded movement in September. Eat baked apples, and cheese omelets, and start taking vitamin C.
Live loud, love fierce, and suffer no fools.
Katherine Manaan x0x0x x 3
P.S. The next two weeks are VERY powerful weeks for magick. If you need to know what kind of magick to do, contact me for an appointment. X0
Art: James R. Eads
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Virgo season. Where have I been, what have I done, where am I going? The razor's edge of right thinking and forward movement; and analysis paralysis. What would happen if I wasn't trying to control my future? Knight of Pentacles energy: contemplating the next step, plodding through the physical reality of creating. Be open to an awareness of the finer details in your big picture. The Magician follows. Dark Moon begins 8/24 ends 8/29. Give over to much needed rest in the soothing dark of Cerridwen's cave. Feel the relief of the cool; sacred rest, mental, emotional, and physical. Know the life-giving, life-holding dark. Answers float to surface, like answers in the fluid of an eight ball. Peace at any price is not peace; it's collusion. Right and perfect change provokes anxiety because it is not supported by the life-giving, death-dealing iron bars that contain all of us, individually and collectively. Step out anyway, take the risk; you will be caught and you will be held. This the language of love.
Avoid Panglossian optimism and the naive. The big bang was a planetary orgasm and life began. The point, before-all-time- began, still lives. Energetically it is the same point now, as it was then. One point, a dot, eternity. Maat — She who existed before the Gods - truth, balance, order, harmony, law, morality, and justice all existed before mankind's reinterpretation of intrinsic glories freely given. You are one of those glories; cutting through projected scripts that have defined you, and against which you judge self. I gift you a machete, ripe strawberries with fresh whipped cream, and an iced coffee.
Live loud, love fierce, and suffer no fools. Kat x0x0x
Art: Robert Delaunay
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Decisions, decisions, decisions. Moon out of Virgo and into Libra later today. Watch for passive aggressive behavior and mixed messages. If it's you being passive aggressive and sending mixed messages, stop it. Not wanting to hurt someone hurts them more, so pull the band-aid off fast. If it's you receiving the mixed messages and all kinds of passive aggressive behavior, stop trying to make sense of it and walk the fuck away. I find it very disturbing that the craft is trending, and people are doing spells for what a phone call will accomplish. If 98% of your spell work is about protecting/defending/and/or/making someone see your point of view, than you're missing the point. Change or die.
There is no split between spirit and flesh in the craft; one feeds the other, and one without the other is imbalanced. Any opposite without its other is imbalanced. We are taught to believe that spirit is better than flesh, but we are both spirit and flesh. In this way we are set up from the get go to be at war with ourselves. The human contains the humane, without the human there can be no humane. Debilitate, devalue the human and atrocity is the result. Sacred work strengthens the humane. if something is not humane then it's not spiritual. Healthy ego serves the humane. Healthy ego takes care of self and soul and gravitates towards others who do the same. The work of the witch is NOT about getting rid of ego - you can't do shit without ego.
The sky is on fire with spring and the desire for something radically new is taking hold. Essence begins to find shape. Think new kinds of discipline to set yourself free and laughing so hard tears roll down your cheeks. Trust in fun, trust in the whispers of coming love, trust in the destruction of what no longer works, what no longer matters. If you're having a hard time letting something go, get a big pillow, say you're a dead horse, and beat it for awhile. Know the tender in the day and the tender in the night. Feel the tender in you - sweet vulnerability. Watch a toddler learning to walk. Love beyond all reason but take no shit.
Live loud, love fierce, and suffer no fools, Lady K (Katherine Manaan) x0x0x
art by Judithe Hernandez
The Resurrection begins….
Seemingly disconnected memories float to surface. Swim with and explore, refuse to pin down in an attempt to make sense. It's akin to pinning a butterfly to velvet. Dead beauty. Understanding is open ended, never closed. Understanding does not fix in place, understanding opens new vistas. Whatever is pigeon holed will leap out of its own accord. Watch for flying butter.
Chiron moves into Aries 2/18/19. The process of individuation and transformation. You are outside and inside you, bending meaning, creating new skin to hold the resurrecting self. We experience life through the skin. The crucified, dead and buried self, prepares for resurrection without any conscious help from you. A caterpillar does not decide to become a butterfly, it’s just what she does. You do not decide to resurrect, it’s just what you do. Resurrection is as real and common as gravity, your task is to become aware of when it’s happening. Disconnected memories float to surface; pieces of self, real need and fervent desire, splintered off by life are coming home to be reclaimed. As witches say, “Never again the burning.”
Full moon in Virgo, super moon. 2/19/19, 10:54 am est in Virgo
Beast mode energy, think the giant waves at Praia de Norte, Nazare Portugal. (If you don’t know what they look like, google it.) Whatever the crucified self needs to be knocked down so it can resurrect is a done deal. Virgo – think super feminine energy, giant waves of super feminine energy. Vulcan is one of the rulers of Virgo. He is the ugly God of fire and forge and he is in play now, in service to the wheel, forging new shapes of beauty, justice, mercy, and love, in service to life, humanity, and the humane. Ugly forges beauty. Essence and understanding groove deeper with each new line bending, new shapes like new skin to hold a resurrected world. We experience life through the skin.
The rock solid promise of the birth of a new narrative, resurrecting self, resurrecting world, outside an old paradigm that no longer serves. A brand new narrative. Deeply love and approve of yourself and no longer compare your insides to other people’s outsides. Seemingly disconnected memories float to surface; return, return, return. Watch for flying butter.
Live loud, love fierce, and suffer no fools. Kat x0
art by Maurice Prendergast