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Existence  has been waiting for you. Ever present, at every moment. A patient father with open arms. To move into it’s embrace and be in union. To realize that there is nothing to fix. To move ever so slightly into the light, and not just reflect it. A union of yourself. Instead of uniting with everything under the sun, this union is the unchanging. A grand love of grace not of gravity. Burning the memories of the past & constructing a new life. Fortunately, like the most unconditional of love, you can’t miss it. This train keeps coming for you.  It follows like night to day and thou can’t be false to any man.

The receptive qualities of the moon. Reflecting the light. There is madness in this poetry. Something coming to an end. Not exactly a generator but a receiver. A catching and throwing at the same moment. The beguiling and mysterious feminine at work in the dark, in the cycles, the hormones and the cries. Great creator, music, but do not become attached. This is immense depth, and the void and must be respected. Meditation. A visitation; a silence.

Do you ever get the feeling of how exciting it is to be you? There is one you, designed to be you. Existence awaits as we drop imitation & live in our authenticity. This is the place where you are receiving star showers. The seeker has ceased, and one is at home. The ability to be absolutely present experiencing the here & now is the point of the star. Standing naked & vulnerable, self-esteem is at it’s healthiest. This powerful meeting….of finding your place in the world & acting from it! The star, with it’s Aquarian type nobility, transcends toil & luxuriates at the stream of consciousness. A goddess at the well, you with cupped hands dipping into your passion. Finding purpose & actually giving back to the earth to purify. What beauty is available here. Luminous & radiant. The ugliness of stress washing away along with the resistances that have kept us stuck. An utter acceptance emerges. Everything is right in Rome. Always has been, always will be. This new perception is your star power. Relax, shine on & be at home.

You can either pay attention and take care of things, or things will take care of themselves. You can hear a call, an impulse, an inspiration, a warning, or not. When something’s time has come there is no stopping it. The tower purifies. It rearranges, gives attention, makes anew in it’s journey of cause and effect. Spirit animating itself can seem to have no regard for the ant and it’s anthill getting stomped upon, or the person on the mountain in a volcanoes path of molten fire. There is something lurking and it is existence. We have done this so many times, how can you know, but what you do know is that feeling that something is endless. Is it existence itself? Is it the seemingly endless incarnations? Is it the feeling of pursuing and pursuing to no avail? or to some avail then something else occurs. You are familiar with the saying, it’s always something. The generosity of the tower is it’s immense power of reconstruction. It is not shy, or self conscious. Drop resistance. Allow the purification and  be done. Call it. Exhale. Joyfully let go and let go…and let go………

The egregore, deep passion, indulgences that influence. The point at which one both lets loose and pulls in. . Shining the light on the demons. You know better by now, that you cannot give in to all temptations. To be a transmitter for what is best. This understanding, an awareness of your drives, creativity coming from facing your true nature not running away from yourself any more; your aloneness…..This is expression!!!!!!! How does fear drop??? It can be as clear as the understanding that you know, very deeply that you are creating your outer world from the world within you. So be like Alice in your Wonderland, and slay your egregore. Let your hair down in a devil-may- care attitude.

This is healing. The coming together, or synergy of the events of the XIII.. A stable, in the world state of wholeness. This is your guardian angel. The protector; keeping you from too much indulgence. Call on her for protection. Make it a habit, when habits of the senses have taken too much hold. It is time to be fully creative., not a victim of circumstance, of the body, mind or society. The blending, or water to wine. Ultimately the juice of divinity rather than the juices of the horizontal plane.  Be very clear that you are here to heal, and drop any so called virtue of misery.

No Name. Often called Death- it is Birth as well, or Rebirth. Although rebirth is actually what is happening with the Hanged Man. This card is the moment of The Transformation. The movement from one form to another. In the present moment an understanding occurs. There is a movement, a jump and you are changed. Something has dropped. You are experiencing yourself ever closer to your true nature. The ultimate let-go. In Space it is wordless-silence.

How I can even write about it is beyond me, as it cannot be contained. I as I know it is not in charge. This is it. Here we are at the spiritual self. There is no turning back now. To stop choosing. The world must stop as you get in touch with the spiritual side.  If only for the moment- to get in touch with “yourself”. In other words…..there is no pretending any more that you are not a spiritual force (remember the last arcana) to be reckoned with. Oh yes when you taste the nectar you won’t want to engage in life as you have known it, with friends who’s  frequencies just do not align. So be it. Whatever it takes to get through, turning oneself upside like the bat to rebirth. Generally at this point of no return, and let’s face it you’ve been “dying” for this moment, you are ready and as said earlier it’s not a choice. You are messing with gravity here, taking your center to a new place. Your will, or ego is no longer as reachable from this position, and God’s will is at hand. Living in equilibrium w/ the forces of consciousness, this spiritual person, this hanged man must obey. This is the duty now. This demonstration of the Truth, I AM, being gravity itself, levitation, walking on water, demonstrating miracles upon miracles, being source to draw those not yet in touch of the nectar…This is the hangman.