THE QUANTUM AWAKENING Issue #288
March 2023
From Your Hostess of Light:
As we move out of the emotional tidal wave of the vibration of Pisces we come face to face with the fiery energies of Aries the Ram. To put this in a goddess perspective think of all the males of the world that drive that big ole Ram energy in the form of a truck. All of that powerful ram energy behind the wheel of a very big engine, that dear ones is a lot of testosterone in all of its ram forms, ready to rut in the spring sunshine. Like a biological rodeo, spring awakens from a long dormant healing sleep. Ancient irritations come to the surface like volcanic ash after a long dormancy. The very vibration of angry energy demolecularizes all that is good and cancels any desired outcomes. Angry energy dissolves the very fabric of goodness.
As we move into more of spring do not wear a red kerchief in your back pocket you may get way more than you expected. A great agitation stirs the soul of planet earth as the windmills of old begins to turn in the opposite direction, whipping up what has been manufactured and prophesied. Hidden feelings come to the surface as the body responds to unseen stimulus creating its own emotional weather pattern.
Planetary Angers ride the surf like foamy white horses heading straight for an unknown shore. What is the body telling us that we cannot see with the mind? What is psychically pushing all of our buttons? What lurks right outside our peripheral vision in the darkened edges of the future? Dimensional and personal changes transpire all lined up like ducks in a shooting gallery. Where will the chain reaction begin, where will it end? Time unrolls so that we can see deep into our soft cellular memory. The blueprints of what is hidden are camouflaged in shades of ashen. The killing fields are flattened in an attempt to halt past injustices. Trust in God, in Heaven, in right, in good and your Spidey senses.
All of our dream-fields merge and mesh becoming intertwined, displacing what was with what is. We are collectively whipped up like a frozen drink without any chance of an umbrella. Our sleep time is like a nightly three-ring cosmic circus, challenging our perceptions, changing the circumference and diameter of what is deemed normal. We enter places in our collective consciousness and memory so deep we are afraid of losing ourselves forever. Like a dream that is alive and vivid we observe the nuances and the secrets of what our inner being is trying to tell us, warning us of impending shift in the shape of newly birthed geometries.