On October 18, 2023

Cosmic Catalogue: Breaking open

As is usual during the time in between eclipses, there’s an eerie reduction of planetary movement. That being said, the sky isn’t completely devoid of consideration. A big part of this week is contemplating all that you’ve been taught and told. Is it true? Is it false? Is it even real? What is truth when something dies? 

As you sort through the pieces and see them for exactly what they are and not what you projected, real truth can be revealed. It’s not an easy process to put one’s ego to one side and take a balanced perspective. But it’s required. 

As you go deeper, more truths are revealed. More blatant lies exposed. The more you find out, the more important it becomes to not let your emotion override your principles. Otherwise, confusion and imbalance make you easier to manipulate. What is real truth? It is love. Only love can cancel hate as the light cancels the dark.

As you search for the truth, don’t lose your heart nor your humanity. Instead, let the pain and suffering you’re experiencing now strengthen it. As a wise friend recently reminded me, a breaking heart is a heart breaking open.

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