On December 6, 2023

Cosmic Catalogue: The good fight

 

Do you remember the good ol’l days when Saturn was in Capricorn? Concepts such as “boundaries” and “clarity” and the word “no” actually meant something. If you stood up for yourself or honored what was right for you, you were “so brave.”

Then Saturn moved into Aquarius. What was right for you didn’t mean anything anymore. It was all about the “greater good” as those who deem themselves in positions of authority coerced the masses into taking one for the team.

Now Saturn is in Pisces and the collective is like a piece of driftwood lost in the ocean. 

Definitions mean nothing anymore.

Neither do the traditions that are the bedrock of spirituality and civilization. You either go along with the “next thing” or a bunch of “-isms” get hurled at you. The mental gymnastics are beyond exhausting.

It appears compassion is selective. Empathy has become psychotic. Emotional reactions do not equate with morality or virtue. 

I’m not sure if there is a wrong or right, but I know there’s good and bad. The good fight isn’t always the right one, nor is it the easy one. 

Do you even know what you’re fighting for or about? 

In a world full of hyenas, be a lion. Otherwise, humanity will get swept up in a tide there’s no turning back from. 

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