Neptune that planet of discontent, dreams, imagination and punch drunk divine love is going retrograde and heâ€™s left a note at the doorway for the Saturn part of us – who is quite honestly, terrified of losing his cotton pickinâ€™ grip on reality. Saturnâ€™s learning thoâ€™ that without creative and spiritual replenishment he really loses it.Â Lean into it, let your consciousness stream and dream…
Dear Saturn (in Saturnâ€™s language),
Donâ€™t insist on reality. Really, honey its better that way.
Donâ€™t argue with your writerâ€™s block, get mad that the kitchenâ€™s a mess again or that you just spilled coffee on your white sweatshirt (thatâ€™ll teach you to not be fool enough to wear white on a Neptune day). Donâ€™t force yourself to concentrate when youâ€™d rather daydream, and donâ€™t put off writing down your dreams, inspirations or lay in the sunshine because youâ€™ve got to work on the project that kidnapped last years creative energy and threatens to take this yearâ€™s down, too. Donâ€™t hurry. Donâ€™t drown your creative energy in overwork, insistence on â€œthe way things areâ€ which always leads you to hit the bottle of emotional self-pity and self-doubt, hard. Reflect. Lose yourself. Go to the park, the sea, anywhere you can to get yourself outside that shell of a cubicle self youâ€™ve inhabited like a prison term. Donâ€™t insist on your â€œshouldâ€. Really, dear, youâ€™ve insisted on reality far too long, itâ€™s what trapped you in this colorless world and sends you scheduling weekend meditation stress survival retreats, yoga between lunch and conference calls like a multi-tasking maniac. You canâ€™t get rid of me with drugs, God, belief…still too solid. Iâ€™m far more fluid than a Friday night bender….
Shift into Neptuneâ€™s stream of consciousness…. Sleep in let your spirit rise when itâ€™s moved to. Keep your obligations but donâ€™t sacrifice your wellness for them. Notice what youâ€™re feeling…subtly manipulated by someone… sensitive and vulnerable…trapped in a dream,
longing for escape… haunted, slightly out of reach, love… yearning, yearning….inspiration…confusion… light streaming through a cathedral window…organ music, soft and powerful…spinning around in circles, dizzy…connected beyond time and space…a Georgia Oâ€™Keefe flower, infinitely small and large…weeping…ecstatic…forgiveness…whooooooooossssssssssssssshhhhhhh
Go farther deeper….what is that feeling…where is the loss coming from? Is there an â€œIâ€ or is there only space….Noticing…
What is your music, your song? What is your theme? What does it sound, taste, feel like….what’s it’s color?
Vast space….the infinite expanse of time…..I have all the time in the world to accomplish your mission of self-crumbling….surrender the layers, peel back
There are no complete sentences where Iâ€™m from…no periods (.) No certainty…the only solution to your big dilemma is to be unsure… embrace your confusion… accomplishment is a ruse, a scene stealer from the real show of Spirit connecting everyone and everything everywhere…whoooooooooooooooooosssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhh
Say it with me…”I AM…and that is enough”
Love ya babe,
p.s. â€“ will you water your soul while Iâ€™m gone?
p.p.s.- and also feed the beauty around you?