On December 20, 2023

Cosmic Catalogue: The mind plays tricks

 

Too often, the mistake of regurgitating information is the benchmark by which intelligence is determined. The teacher tells you what you need to learn. You sit a test and repeat the information given and you either pass or fail.  It appears we’ve arrived at a point on the timeline where this method of learning no longer appears to work — if it ever really did. 

The intelligence of the heart doesn’t seem to get much of a look in anymore. It’s the kind of intelligence that despite what the logical brain may tell you, something within your heart, within your moral compass just tells you something’s off. 

You may hear a bit about Mercury Cazimi this week, an event that occurs when a planet joins the heart and fire of the Sun and becomes purified.  If the Sun is the beating heart of the Cosmos, the central and organizational force of which all life depends, then why do we, as humans, value the brain so much?

An opportunity arrives this week where if your mind has strayed too far from your heart, you can realign them.  The mind can play tricks on you, but a choice led by the heart is rarely wrong.

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