Jul

23

How to submit a FREE question to Moonkissd

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Jul

19

The Divine Venus in Virgo

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If Venus in Leo is all about the woo-woo and bling, the Virgin sets the record straight. Virgo is a realist first, hardly diving into love affairs without considering how her potential paramour fits into the rest of her life. She is the busy bee, the worker bee who tirelessly gathers pollen for the Queen, not for herself, but because it connects to the endless stream of Divinity, where she belongs. She’s simply doing her part. No other sign can see her place in the plan so clearly. If her lover does not support her animal rescue volunteer hours on Saturday, working late at the office or time spent introspecting in solitary reflection her blessed priorities – how can he ever understand her? It’s a question of practicality, one essential to this Venus who thrives on the myriad ways she can play conduit to the infinite. Unlike Leo’s need for largesse, she is one small grain of sand in the ocean and this role suits her. She doesn’t need praise or applause. A kernel of recognition will do now and then. Ultimately she’s searching for herself in the eyes of Divinity no less, and surely finds herself there. Divinity notoriously communicates in small, miniscule and unseen ways and Virgo is well versed in the infinitesimal. She wears humility so well – because there’s no better portal for Divinity to enter through than humility.

She’s a sexy beast, too. Oh, can you say contradiction? Behind that prim and proper presentable attire is a wildcat, a tempest of feminine energy who saves herself for her one and only. Her one and only is the spirit-made-flesh variety, aka her divine lover. She is the woman who throughout her-story practiced sacred prostitution as a service to mankind uh, before the time man began viewing womens sexuality as tempting and evil (for more on this subject see Demetra George’s book Mysteries of the Dark Moon). This feminine sign of Virgo ignites some of the hottest embers. Try Mick Jagger, Catherine Deneuve, Gwen Stefani, Julia Roberts, Melanie Griffith, Kate Winslet, Sean Penn, Charlize Theron, Mae West and John Lennon. Pure and chaste, she’s no tease; she’s saving herself for her one and only. In courtship, Venus in Virgo first exhibits that Virginal impenetrable reserve…and then ultimate surrender.

During Venus in Virgo times we notice our particular aversions and preferences in earthy, practical ways. Last Sunday’s NYTimes article The Beautiful People, The Uglier the Better noted that in the age of tabloid information, we’re fascinated with capturing celebs in moments, in sweats, with pot bellies, looking generally unkempt, an astute Venus in Virgo observation. Virgo dislikes the messy, smelly and crass. Yes, cleanliness is goddess-liness for Venus in Virgo. We’re attracted to purity, elegance, glamour and the beauty of crisp, clean white… She’s the harlot and the saint, a true womans woman.

Venus in Virgo always helps a sister out, and if there’s a choice she’ll sacrifice her personal needs first. Maybe she’s a saint, but even Mother Teresa deserves recognition and appreciation. How? Notice the details. What may be superfluous information for other signs never goes unnoticed for this Love Goddess. How she spends her day to day, the new project she’s picked up, re-telling a conversation with a friend. Venus shares, and this Venus needs to share the mundane, ordinary hours of her day with someone who is genuinely interested in her well-being. Sure, every Venus wants you to notice her new hairstyle, but Venus in Virgo needs you to notice the deeper message of the new hairstyle – it speaks volumes about what she’s growing toward and moving away from. Oh, and by the way, she analyzes and analyzes and analyzes her relationships. Expect it. Love is in the details and by gosh she’l find them, hence her reputation for being myopic or nit-picky in relationship which is only our shadowy way of devaluing her careful attention. For Venus in Virgo, Love is…careful attention.

Jul

19

Searching for Collective Soul – Part II

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In my recent confessional post about the cult of celebrity, I asked myself why I was feeling this topic so strongly. Was it just me? I guess I’d always considered celebrity watching a voyeuristic Neptunian escape – a cocktail of self-forgetfulness to indulge in here and there. But I’m considering this a Venus- worthy topic, too.

Upon reading a fellow blogger’s post whose thoughts were so conceptually close to my last post it was eerie (these thoughts travel collectively – see The Judgment of Paris) I thought about the way I’ve been questioning my own spirituality, poking it with a stick to see if it’s still around. It is. Connection to the Divine is unchanging – it’s all where you put your attention. My attention gets pulled into other things, but sometimes a simple acknowledgement is appropriate. As king of A-OK, Spirit is ready when I am. Actually make that I AM. Here’s my typical conversation lately with I AM:

“I should be more spiritual.”
“What does that mean?”
“I don’t know. I don’t really like meditating. Maybe I should just take more walks.”
“But what is spiritual? What is God to you?”
“For me: living from the heart.”
“Isn’t that what you do?”
“Yes, but I haven’t done any cool spells or said any fabulous prayers or affirmations lately. But I know I can.”
“Maybe everything’s going good, then? Maybe Spirit’s got your back and you need to trust yourself enough to know where to look when you need it.”

Pan to my husband and I sitting at the dinner table last night on a delicious night alone. We lit candles; I turned off the light so we could appreciate the natural light of the sunset. I served organic squash (made like my grandmother’s), fresh green beans and tofu with our special almond dipping sauce. We held one another’s hand and paused to look in each other’s eyes lovingly, just as we’ve done since the first time we sat down to dinner together almost two years ago. We shared a moment of gratitude for one another’s presence, which for me, beamed from his deep eyes directly into my heart. This is everyday stuff around here. And our life together is absolutely the direct result of years of mantras, spells, affirmations and spiritual work on both of our parts. If you were looking for evidence of everyday spirituality, you could say we’re living proof.

So why question it?

A copy of Time Magazine lay between the bean and squash dishes on the table, and he asked me, “So, How Did the Democrats Get Religion?” which was the cover story about Democrat presidential candidates cultivating a faith-based image to get the vote. I really didn’t know I said sheepishly – as I had been of course waylaid by the entertainment page. Tori Spelling had become ordained as a minister so she could marry a gay couple at her B&B. The only thing we figured on this one was that there’s probably a Tori cult-like following in the gay community and getting married by Tori seemed so well, kitsch. I then launched into the one Tori loves Dean re-run I saw months ago (which I miraculously recited by heart) the one where Tori had to sell off her wardrobe to finance the B&B (because she frittered away her entire inheritance from dad, Aaron Spelling). “She lost all of it?” my husband asked. I shrugged. I described her off-site closet – it took a warehouse to store all of her clothes! And how she posted “Tori Spelling Yard Sale” signs all over Beverly Hills…and didn’t anticipate the hordes of fans to show up with lines around the block. And how she had “nothing to wear” to her own yard sale…at which she will sell her excessive wardrobe…so she went shopping! Spending tons’ o money, Tori whispered to the camera, ‘I’ll have to hide this from Dean’ as the camera panned to husband Dean, stressing over bills and genuinely worried about his wife’s whereabouts, who had promised to help get the house ready for the sale…and follow a budget.

So there we were having fun yakking it up at their expense. Then, suddenly sitting upright I said, “Shouldn’t we be talking about our spiritual studies right now, I dunno, maybe practicing our Sanskrit or something?” To which he replied in true Moon in Gemini form, “I was talking with my friend Ron outside Whole Foods today. You know he teaches Sanskrit, he wears that red thread around his neck, and showed me his new iPhone. I don’t know how he does it. He has that really nice convertible…”

The crux of the dilemma revealed as a conversation between spirituality and materialism, not mutually exclusive. We are spiritual beings having a human experience. We all need things – we want things to make our lives more comfortable. Its mindless consumption and the suffering caused that worries. Tori didn’t contribute to anyone’s suffering (but her own) by blowing her inheritance on truckloads of designer clothes. We’ve all got a right to learn from our mistakes. Celebrity is an easy sounding board for the “I learned the hard way…” dialogue. They are the Olympians if you will, whose fall from grace is just more fantastic and fabulous because it’s public. In reality, we all fall in different ways. And thinking that were we in their shoes -we wouldn’t make the same mistake they did – may be erroneous. If I were born into a Beverly Hills family, communal and collective culture, who’s to say I wouldn’t make the same mistake? As private citizens we get to learn our lessons on a smaller scale, and quietly, with that one thing we have that they don’t: privacy.

We wonder at them and ourselves. Our fascination is justified.

We’ve entered the shadow of Venus retrograde, and the ambivalence about celebrity-spirituality and pleasure seeking seem likely Venusian Leo-Virgo paradigms. If Venus in notice-me Leo shimmies in the luster of fame, Venus in Virgo wears the flame of Spirit. Virgo connects the dots, figuring out just exactly how we think and feel about what is pleasurable, exactly and precisely…and is it consistent with our image and our spirit. In other words, who do we think we are? As Venus visits only the first few degrees of Virgo for the next three weeks (before she re-visits Leo for round two in August) will we have the opportunity to evaluate our own judgments on what is good, right and true? Because if Venus holds sway over those things near and dear to our hearts, in Virgo might we take the opportunity to see how the fickle way we judge others as a just reflection on how we treat ourselves?

Jul

13

New Moon in Cancer: Channeling Collective Soul…Hellooo?

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I’ve been wrestling with my love for pop culture lately. I’m sorry. I can’t help it: (here’s the part where I apologize for something I enjoy) I enjoy it. It Every time I go to the gym I pick up the Mag of the Moment and check out what’s going on with Lindsay, Brittany and Jen this week. In trying to label the mixed emotions I feel, I can pinpoint similarities to the emotions of guilt, shame and gluttony…until I look around me and realize I’m putting that same mojo on all my stair-stepping buddies. As a Libra rising with a strong sense of fairness, that doesn’t seem right of me. And neither do those “feelings” seem adequate descriptors. So being of a homeopathic mindset, having learnt symptoms tell more about the disease than the ego readily admits, I put the shell up to my ear and hear an ocean (walking into Saturday’s New Moon/Neptune quincunx is a little like that). Whereas the ego would prefer the pat label rather than sit down and dive into the “symptom” with a nice cup of tea (it keeps everything much more cleanly neurotic that way, ya know?) Cancer New Moon has way too much intuitive capacity to let the ego pull that one over on her. She’s just a simple gal who loves her celebs, so what’s the big dealio?

What’s your enigmatic mystery this New Moon? With Neptune opening up the etheric portal to heavenly, but quite Forest of Restpleasant tasting conundrums, there’s bound to be one. Here, you can have my guilty pleasure. Let’s lean into this so-called guilt. As defined by Webster.com feeling guilty is, (having) feelings of culpability especially for imagined offenses or from a sense of inadequacy: self-reproach. If my offenses are seemingly imagined, could I’ve even possibly conjured them up alone? Not to pass the buck, but soulful Cancer is notoriously psychic, sponging food unconsciously off her familial mother or mother country. Cancer’s umbilical cords reach deep into our collective family. Places, like people, have soul – you’ve felt that. And surely as America has a Collective Soul, she suffers from soullessness, too. Grief, trauma, unprocessed life events separating oneself from one’s Self has a way of detracting, nay, hi-jacking nourishing soul consciousness. Jung called this neglected self the Shadow. And when we cut it off from our bright and “acceptable” side it turns the most colorful, lively day a soulless grey. A strange malaise ensues in that disconnect between past personal (or collective) history – which if not carefully tended to – all sorts of strange demons threaten to dispossess the Soul of her natural beauty.

Even Tyra Banks knows this (I heard her say so while watching America’s Next Top Model at the gym). Tyra told a Model contestant that her pictures lacked soul. In her larger than life Olympian way (which magically sounds like the authoritative voice of Venus, Goddess of Love and Beauty herself) Tyra said, ‘I’m concerned about you. There’s so much beauty in there, but I feel like you’re hiding it. You’re missing soul. And the camera won’t lie – people will see this.’ This earth shaking comment pulled a big brother confessional out of the young contestant. It turns out this budding flower had been through rough times. In pictures shown of her recent past, a partying, self-destructive girl raged out of control. Being on America’s Next Top Model was her chance to start over, she said, but to do this she had to hide this former self. Her honest self-awareness struck me, as well as her predetermined awareness of what’s beautiful to the beauty culture. There was no room for an anger-binging teenager on Top Model, she knew this. No, that would’ve been ugly and this is about beau-tay. But her shielded personality wore the slightest trace of rage, obvious to the camera, judges and viewers. And miraculously – maybe it was only me who saw it -once her hidden self was outed the young woman began to look more congruent, whole.

Here’s what also occurred to me: America and her people has and is, suffering loss of soul by disowning its violent nature. This model contestant is a mirror for where we are. We are all connected to one another’s plight, and to a deeper collective consciousness. How can we take personal responsibility for all of it? (We’re women, so we try.) It’s like our women sister souls are trapped in the static painting of a dollhouse and every once in awhile the window mysteriously lights up bright orange signaling the house is on fire. We’ve got to garner enough disbelief to reach for our magnifying glasses, to pull up a chair to look within…and discern the message behind the message “Help” written on the window pane.

I own that I am channeling some of America’s soullessness. There is a huge chasm between the monstrosities of America’s checkered rageaholic past and present – a country that runs for their guns every time the checkbook is threatened AND so happens to be the entertainment capital of the world. Gosh, no wonder I’m feeling so guilty. I’m partaking of that national sedative: celebrity, the elixir of youth and forgetfulness. In that awestruck seduction of Gisele Bundchen on the latest edition of my Victoria’s Secret Catalog (love her) or Angelina wearing mercurial silver satin sheets on the cover of GQ, I forget everything. Feels like a Martini, silky and dry, tastes just as intoxicating. Mmmm. Since I no longer drink, I’m considering that celebrity may have become my substitution.

But does the awareness that I’m swimming in it absolve me from my responsibility to the collective shadow? Our personal lives are an answer to it. I remember an assignment I had in art school, to create an Absolute Vodka ad (at my little South Carolinian private college, my art teacher was a set designer from L.A. no less). I penciled out 3 images: one was a woman crawling on the floor in high heels as a slimy looking guy in aviator glasses watched with a clear sense of ownership from behind her; second, a sad looking little boy with a golden crown on his head stood alone in a dark, thorny forest (I transposed creeping thorns into blood veins); third, my 84 year-old Grandmother’s open hands. A red bull’s eye/ spiral hypnotically unified the images, in front of which I photo-transferred a larger than life bottle of ABSOLUTION. The image speaks more directly to what I’m writing about now than I can express in words. The hypnotic beauty of desire, the self or selves violently left behind in the brambles and the blood and life force rushing through, threatening to encroach on everything growing and good. The power and energy bound up in self-forgetfulness, the passing of time and empty wisdom. Or the open hands of opportunity, to finally be forgiven, to be cared for in the full circle of time. To the addict, the bottle of ABSOLUTION and ABSOLUT are one and the same. To the lucid dreamer, the soul who honors her place in the circle no matter where she is within it knows, as John Malkovich said, “the ghosts you chase you never catch.” Just ask any artist.

So there you have it. Just like this New Moon’s quincunx, I don’t know how to “get over” or resolve the pop culture intoxication from whence I’m swimming. I may never be able to. But if you consider, as Andy Warhol did, pop culture, art, and in that art mirrors life, maybe celebrity and pop culture is just another mirror to bounce reflections off of. Or maybe that’s just a tricky quincunx excuse so I can hit the bottle again. If I am partaking in the national pastime of self-forgetfulness, I do have to trust my own capacity to integrate and weave the fragmented stories into something a little deeper, interesting and more contextually rich than what they’re giving me. Actually, as a soulful person, that’s my job and it’s yours too. I do have a few rules of operation: stay away from the dumb stuff (when I recognize it); regularly question whether I’m looking for missing pieces of myself in those slick, glossy lives or whether I’m replacing the urge to do something more valuable and productive with gossip rags. Occasionally I’ll make good art out of it all. Who knows? Maybe the spirit speaks to me through celebrity.

Jul

13

Angelina’s Makeover, compliments of Cancer New Moon

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When I went to see my crush, Angelina Jolie, (by now you know I’m heterosexual, married and I have more crushes on beautiful Angelina and bebewomen than men) in her new movie A Mighty Heart, it got me thinking about how this Cancer New Moon falls pretty close to the Ascendant of Angelina’s chart, and that right about now she’ll be experiencing a sort of absolution for her wild child self-image – fans may finally soften up and allow her to be the maternal, soft Cancer rising her soul needs to express. And thinking about the grace and grit she showed as pregnant Marianne Pearl, wife of kidnapped and beheaded Daniel Pearl, I contemplated life in the midst of tragedy, and just how many things can change during the term of nine months. It takes a mighty heart to keep your poise and your baby as you’re put through the grueling, public ordeal of losing a spouse. I noticed that Angelina/Marianne moved with elegance and grace, opening her home hospitably to all who came through to help, caring for the relationships that were in her here and now, taking care to dress and present herself well. Remarkably, (and from real-life accounts of the real Marianne Pearl) she was strong enough to not fall apart but tender enough to speak from the heart. As we enter this Cancer New Moon time of conception, I’m reminded of the soft privacy of pregnancy; it’s the conception point on the wheel, where soul quietly, secretly embodies. Nine Months. It’s the human gestation life cycle, and conception is particularly fertile during Cancer New Moon. And I’d imagine if you’ve got a little seed to plant right now, you might just walk over to your calendar and circle April 19, 2007 as your due date.

Jul

9

Mercury and Memory: I’ve Heard it All Before

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Okay folks, retrograde Mercury in Cancer has thoroughly reached a dead stop. The lord of ebb and flow, that cosmic administrative assistant who keeps the wheels of the brain turning, your computer’s RAM accessible and your appointment calendar straight has been at the same 3 degrees of Cancer since July 4th! And even though Mercury technically begins moving forward (from the earth’s perspective – Mercury never moves backwards literally) it won’t make it to 4 degrees until July13th. To elucidate this slow waltz, Mercury usually moves between 1 ½ to 3 degrees A DAY. Things aren’t only not moving forward, they’re in a holding pattern till next weekend. No, this isn’t your energetic can-can (we’ll see that when Mercury moves into Leo in August), this is a very dreamy trance dance.

Moving backwards. Where the planet moves backwards, the mind follows. Emotionally, fluidly, memories hold water. Thought resists form. Try holding a cup of water without a cup. Try paddling upstream. Time moves forward, but something’s frozen in there. It’s a memory. We have memories we don’t like and memories we do. Mercury in Cancer beams them down to earth as raw emotion. It’s a little confusing. First, rarely do we have control over what we remember. That the soul, in her mystery, attaches emotional importance to particular memories, we know. The smell of apple pie. The embrace of someone who loves you. The pain of having been hurt. Good memories are replayed. But, in the case of trauma, why, we wonder, are bad memories replayed? Mercury’s memories can bridge gaps in awareness at the right time, or the wrong time. Pick up tomatoes at the grocery; brush teeth; remember broken heart. Recall is great, but how great is remembering the same pain all the time, the same worry, or the same tragic scene replayed over and over and over…? If our consciousness is an email address for the universe to reach us, those memories are the kind we’d rather not accept. Return to sender. Do we have a choice?

Maybe we do have a choice. Remember the movie Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind? One of my all time favorite movies. Briefly, the main character played by brokenhearted Jim Carrey wanted to forget his ex-girlfriend Clem (Kate Winslet) so went to a shmuck who erased her from his memory. One by one, his memories were plucked away. Dissolved. To many, the idea of having one’s memory wiped is mildly to majorly terrifying. But for people who suffer a tragedy over and over, by reliving it in memory, it’s a hopeful thought. Personally, uncomfortable memories have been apart of my consciousness as long as I can remember. Ha! No, really, how many times (in my teens and 20’s) did I wish for release from the purgatory of memory? So many. Because I saw how memories of negative events had a way of controlling my ability to be fully present. Is this real, or is this a pattern of expectancy created from memory? Ask this question enough and you begin to feel like a hostage at your Aunt or Uncle’s house, forced to sit on the sofa and watch home movies and vacation slides… from two decades ago. (When life resembles history, it’s time to move on.) My natal Mercury is in Cancer so I have a pretty strong sense of how the body patterns itself through emotional memories. The body is so inextricably tied to memory that we can create disease, or years of walking around as an emotional cripple. Some people say our whole conscious self is built on a string of memories. We’re remembering ourselves every day…

Ahem, which reminds me why I’m writing…As so often happens with real-time astrology, I was listening to an NPR segment today on memory. The show began: where do you keep your memory? And can we locate it in your brain? Well, yes. Science says memories are proteins, quite visible in the human brain. And if we can see it, we can understand it and then change it right? Scientists experimented with a protein on lab rats and discovered if given another specific protein during the moment of associative memory recall (the kind of memory that hears a bell, feels a painful shock and then associates the bell with the shocking pain) the rats forgot the pain. In other words, whereas the bell once caused them to brace for the certain pain, after the memory-erasing protein, they forgot bell = pain. Bell could’ve meant “dinner.” So they tried the experiment on a human being: a woman who was tragically raped in her youth, and because of her mother’s disbelief, told no one. After keeping this haunting secret for so many years, she participated in the experiment, and as she recalled the abuse, the memory-eraser was administered. Result: while she didn’t completely forget the trauma, the emotional suffering associated with the trauma was greatly relieved. If fact, the emotional effect of the trauma was so greatly reduced that after telling no one for her entire life, she was now able to talk about it on television.

That lifetime memory? It was created in only a moment. But it’s the emotional interpretation of our experience combined with the fact that we keep repeating it that makes a negative event disabling. And by looping it through our minds, for better or worse, we relive the emotions and the memory for a lifetime. There are great memories worth holding onto, right? A baby’s first steps, a surprise birthday party. All in favor of memory say hurrah! But the funny thing is, scientists say the more we relive a memory, the less reliable it becomes. After the initial kiss or pain, every time we remember, we’re literally re-creating it. My husband and I have re-lived our first kiss a hundred times, and even though we retell the tale for strictly sentimental, feelgood reasons and not for accuracy, I’m certain I know less about how it really was today than I did on that romantic, moonlit evening under the stars… (Were there even stars?)

So every time we re-create the memory, we get further from the truth. That’s right, there is no such thing as a true memory. Scientists say that the purest memory is one that’s un-remembered. They say, only amnesiacs have a memory bank as pristine as an Alpine mountain stream. The amnesiacs are untouched by mythologizing, romanticizing and increasing loss of accuracy. The rest of us are revisionists, making up personal histories as we go along. (The nostalgic romantics among us have permission to sadly sigh now) What was, existed only in the moment – you can’t take it with you. And from this perspective, why would you want to? Apparently, by remembering, all you do is cloud and sully your pristine mountain spring with inaccuracies.

But wait, a beautifully reassuring thought arises: the remembrances I’m not aware of are quite possibly the purest pieces of my being. A brand spanking new memory that bubbles up in my consciousness is a momentous observation of my own purity, once removed (because I’m remembering it). If only those memories that bubble up for the very first time are close to being remotely true, the things I don’t remember must be far closer to Truth than the repetitive stories I tell myself. As I contemplate this delicious new awareness, it dawns on me: Oh, I must be a pure mystery. How exciting! And the past? Well, that’s just totally unreliable. This may be an uncomfortable thought for some, but let that thought in and feel the freedom, taste the independence! Here’s a liberating mantra to try on for size – I am not who I remember myself as being. Because when you realize that only original stories are true ones, and those are gone in a flash, you become sneakily suspicious about those re-remembered memories. A potato isn’t a potato once it’s become a hash brown, right? You get my gist. So what is their agenda, those repeat memories? What are/were they thinking? The saying goes, if I’ve heard it once I’ve heard it a thousand times… and I don’t know about you but once is enough for me.

Here’s the juice: I’ve asked that question for much of my life. While I’ve my ad-hoc theories, therapists, and self-help books none adequately addressed the emotional and physical suffering that painful memories cause – until I found Emotional Freedom Technique, or EFT. My physical experience tells me all physical and psychological distress is stored in the cosmic emotional memory bank, and that sucker keeps re-investing those memory coins till you figure out a new place to deposit them (in Astrology, the whole natal chart is karmic by nature, but karma destined for the REPLAY button, aka your “life story”, is found in the nodes of the Moon). EFT, known as the “tapping cure,” is deceptively simple– you’re guided through a process of tapping on energy or energy meridians while actively remembering the specific memory tied to your specific symptom. Painful memories are a call for healing – which is why all healing modalities ask you to remember – when you first felt this way, what it reminds you of. The soul’s remembered story is a vital piece for your self-understanding, but the point is this: you are more than your memories.

Ha! Try convincing a stubborn bodily symptom, that. When emotional memories run deep enough, the body communicates like crazy. But with the help of an EFT practitioner, you activate the ingrained memory by re-telling it but this time release it with a message of self-acceptance. Then you tap that self-acceptance right into your Chi channels. Whereas the scientists administered a drug to the rats and the woman during memory recall, EFT administers the ultimate healer: Love. Sound too easy? I’ve seen many, many healers, and beyond the shadow of a doubt I know the Original healer is unconditional love. Period. In fact, if I were asked to define healing I’d say healing is love. Cancer’s gift is unconditional love and self-acceptance, so our retrograde Mercury Juju is remedying those leaky pipes of memory and self-confusion with a truer understanding of who we are. To get past the endless re-creation of another untrue story, let’s unclog our brains, and release into the watershed of the Original emotion. We are Love.

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