Inanna isis under

24th was the new moon in Pisces. Let’s make some magic… I guess.

Are you ready? Because… I’m not really ready. But it doesn’t matter whether I’m ready or not. I’m in the hands of the heavens, on the face of the earth, and I’m going under.

Evanescence – going under

And so gods opened the heavens, and… some complex light interfaces, strategic maneuvers, frequency activated triggers… some shit. I dunno, a whole team of advisors and consultants and personnel… something.

Shit?! I cannot untangle it. I am

Anyway, I was reminded and reassured this had all been done before. I remember that and so much more, but i cant find the words to express … cognate snatched away from me again.

Ok. Ok. Ok. Don’t have to explain that. Just… announce. Declare. Then return to st clair…

Story of my soul, in the astral globe

Using story-telling to understand the influences and interactions of planetary transits in astrology.

  • 24th Feb – new moon in pisces. Remember your greater purpose everyone!
    • Sol and Venus decide it’s time to have fun.
    • Mars and Pluto get down to business to defeat the Huns.
    • Venus and Sol are really enjoying the good times.
  • 25th Feb – Sun trine natal Pluto.
    • Swallow, and follow. It’s time to die to live again.
  • 26th Feb – Venus sesquiquadrate natal Saturn.
    • Venus gets stressed out
    • Mars and Luna make everything intense. All the feels, emotion sickness.
    • Sol tries to reassure everyone that the balance is in balance.
  • 27th Feb – Sun square natal Saturn.
    • Sol loses his cool, . Saturn has that affect on others, I guess.
  • So the energies and aspects will stay, no new transits until the unchange.

Dissent in the descent, tensions arise as they go down.

I’ve been down here before, lost myself and so much more. Finger eleven.

My subtle sword I wield no more. A cadaver, I be. I traded my blade for razor wire which I can use to edge a fringe on the fray.

A sink hole below, it’s time for me to go.

Tzadikim. Tzadkiel. My sword is my pillar and spine. Tzaphkiel, when will it be time?

Dog-ma I am-god.

Do not give dogs what is sacred; do not throw your pearls to pigs. If you do, they may trample them under their feet, and turn and tear you to pieces.

Matthew 7:6

A quantum pearl of the alchemical waters, an uncultured pig wears the pearls of the divine. Dogs are man’s best friend. Why not share your joy with them?

You probably steer away from calling other people dogs or swine if they differ in opinion. Your divine insights and raptured spirit are yours, not theirs.

Your wisdom and words don’t have to be “wasted” on your precious animal farm. I guess, it depends on if they are your pets or property…?

And also, does it even matter if you disagree about something, or hold different values? It’s not about being right, or “trying to get them to see the folly in their way”.

How about sometimes it’s cool to have these discussions? Learn to explore another perspective without prejudice, without judgment, without an agenda.

You don’t have to believe it, you don’t have to discredit it either.

How about you just try to accept it as something (a thought, feeling, idea, judgment, opinion, about some thing) they really want to express.

Le sigh. Saturn calls, apparently an evaluation of goals is in order.

I should probably do that, if not something like that.

Minerva, welcome back. We need to catch up more often. The wyvern has not stopped ringing, I swear they’re tuning a harmonic frequency… its beautiful, but we’ve gotta keep herding every thing forward.

So don’t forget that you’re here to keep watch over the gryphon’s door. I’ll be taking over the raven’s claw.

Fuck it’s good to be back in my feathers again.

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