Rebecca Walker Copyright ©2011 - 2018
Well how’s everyone traveling? Holding on to your knickers?
It’s been a very revealing time hasn’t it?
Things you thought were solid, fucking torn asunder.
Transformation on all levels. I don’t think we can deny it any longer, shit needs to change.
The planets and cosmos are showing us the way... 6 are retrograding and causing us to go deeper and more introspective.
Welcome to the shadowlands bitches. I think Chiron just went retrograde as well - but don’t quote me on that.
For me personally, I have 5 natal retro planets. So at this time I’m actually feeling the best I have all year. This energy feels like home to me. When the world is normal again and all planets turn direct - I’ll probably melt down!
I have noticed that a lot are struggling with the cosmic energies.
There is so much happening on so many levels, it’s actually mind blowing. My dreams have been very revealing and healing at this time.
I just feel we have been dulled down by societal pressures. By the control of the masses. Things we think we should do to keep the peace.
The world needs some grand unfucking in my opinion- to come back to what’s real.
We are barraged and brain washed. We are asleep. I reckon the universe is shaking us and screaming WAKE UP.
Wake up to who you are, not what you’re expected to be.
We all have a deep inner strength that comes in a time of crisis.
Is it faith? I don’t know? But more than ever I think it’s time to strengthen your own faith - whatever that may be.
Building resiliency to the fuckers that bring you down.
Connecting to whatever source brings you solace.
I was and have been fucked up by religion, dogma, new age and the pagan way in the past.
It’s sort of just wears you down until you’re that confused that you don’t believe in any of it!
Which for me was a personal source of sadness.
You see I remember home, I remember her, I remember being connected to all that was and is.
I remember being persecuted for my service to the great mother in lifetimes past. My feet are still burning.
More than anything, I remember the love. Pure.
My 50 th year saw a return of my faith that has been lacking for a long time.
It follows no dogma, no organised religion. No pantheon, no rules.
I Never speak about this remembering, because it’s quite personal.
But now more than ever, I think we need to speak about the profound in our daily lives. Without the bullshit.
I read somewhere that this time was a epic heart opening, to connect you back to your heart song. To what makes you happy.
Back to self, back to your own sovereignty.
Strength to all
Pic - Marigold Tarot- Amrit Brar