I'm sharing my experience with this particular Mercury Retrograde dealing with relationships, in Libra.
I know. It's so overrated. Every "body", every "astrologer", every "new agey" peep is talking about it like maniac prophets of the world. It's sickening. I love you.
Personally, I love retrogrades. However, I do not appreciate their SLOOOOO
... OOO
... OOO
... OOOW moving asses!
I love the clarity they birth but I need some action. I like to throw a bomb or two on a regular basis.
(My Mars in Aries is to blame.)
If I was wealthy I would be totally fine. I am emotionally and mentally built for WWIII, but mula wise, like mentioned, I am momentarily limited and weak. I LOVE money and her power, but I HATE that I don't have it. I don't understand her. Uugh, woman!
I feel like I am wide open with the longest and widest arms possible, honoring and loving her with the sweetest and kindest words of positivity and abundance and all that good jazz...
... but the bitch never budges. Pppfff.
Ah, yes the love/hate relationship. Thank you Mercury Retrograde in Libra. It was due time I confront this relationship with money because I am not taking this shit anymore.
You see, bills and expenses await their payment if I see myself surviving the digital world, which according to this generation/society it is as crucial as food.
I am noticing this to be a continuing issue among the "new age"/'spiritualist" community. We focus so hard and religiously on "spiritual work" (possibly imitating cycles of spiritual practices learnt in childhood life) and consequently coming to a chaotic craaaassshhh when it comes to grounding, aka as becoming "broke and poor".
I had a reality check two nights ago. I was filling out an application at Sunny Side Up Eggs and Pancakes with Your Choice of Bacon, Links or Patties Restaurant. It was the longest 10-15 minutes of my life. I couldn't believe I was wasting my energy, and precious ink for that matter, on a stinky place of grease and stale coffee.
I am not a brat to say or believe I'm too good for this fine cuisine because most likely, since Karma and I are like B.F.F's, if I was to believe such a thing....
... I would end up working there until 92 rolling up silverware never being able to afford retirement.
I wanted to cry, rip off my clothes, literally :::doesn't clothes feel like prison to you?::: and run wild to the lonely and dark highway nearby and JUST. BE. FREE.
As I was about to unbutton my jeans and rip off my shirt a light switched on, and I realized. Oh, I don't mind this world ran on mula. I love it. I really do. It's simply this ongoing battle of finding my unique place within the wild and competitive society which knocks me off balance.
I do not care how much I get lectured about "starting somewhere to make it", I will never be a "Sunrise Restaurant" kinda gal, and I am determined to find another way.
So...
I did the only thing I believed could work.
I prayed.
Yup.
Like to God, (Hopefully the same one Elizabeth Gilbert prayed to.)
... at the Sunny Side Up Eggs and Pancakes with Your Choice of Bacon, Links or Patties Restaurant bathroom.
Next to the toilet.
Then in front of the mirror.
I prayed hard, really hard and hoped I used the best manners and with the most well dressed and suited articulation. I sent it off with much gratitude in hopes it was warmly received by the big guys.
Until then....
I am blessed to be living here. My roommate and her mother are both Cancers. :::I love Cancers <3::: They're grounding love is so healing, and I need that. I need to feel a sense of family. I understand I whine a lot about this, but truth is having my family and friends taken away so abruptly fucked with my sense of grounding and place in this world. Maybe I am OK to take sometime off and enjoy the abundant, nurturing and priceless gifts from universe, enjoy the sweetness of this moment and the whole connection of who I am at my most vulnerable and rawest moment.
Yeah, I am OK with that. :::Sigh:::Smile:::
Until further update ...
Pray I walk upon the right door; I turn the knob at the most opportune time so not to get stuck at the Sunny Side Up Eggs and Pancakes with Your Choice of Bacon, Links or Patties Restaurant at the age of 92. Thank you.
In healing love with all our relations,
Queen Godess
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