On April 26, 2023

Learn to trust your gut

 

Much has changed since last week. We exited the fiery inferno of Aries season under a cloak of darkness and entered the serene pastures of Taurus. Though this time around, they don’t look to be the fields of green and skies of blue to which we are accustomed. 

There’s a lot of confusion, instability and change. So much so, it can be hard to tell what’s real and what is an illusion. 

The space weather reminds me of sage wisdom my grandmother would share with me, “lways trust your gut Cass, because the mind can play tricks on you.” The pathway to trickery, manipulation and control comes through the mind, not feelings.

 The trouble is way too often to be aware when something feels off, unethical, immoral or even plain illogical, but still, the powers of the web of which we are all entrapped are more sophisticated than ever, detaching us from our feelings and actual reality. 

The sky serpent is as ravenous as ever, demanding to be fed. If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, then it is a duck. Don’t let some alleged intelligence attempt to surpass your own.

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