Wednesday 26th August 2015

Something has shifted this morning, and the key theme of the day (finally!) is balance. This is more like it. And this serves us right 😉 We just needed to be in a place where we could remember our worth, and that there are still truly valid points and prizes to be pursued as priorities.

It’s as though we’ve just shot out from a panicky nightmare, to the sudden and immediately calming realisation/revelation that we’re awake, and safe, and it was all just a dream, no matter how real it felt.

Much like a child being distracted with an ice cream or a shiny thing, after a fall or other upset: the devastation ceases; mid-wail; and a new wave of optimism and cheer takes over, rendering the child obliviously innocent to the memory of a-moment-ago’s horror.

This could be as subtle as someone or something reminding us of a fundamental truth about ourselves, our situations, or the Universe, that leaves us simply grinning, “Oh, yeah….!”, and wipes the slate clean for us.

There is a massive message here – balance is achievable through allowance: receptivity. We cannot strive for balance, that will create an imbalance! This is an inhalation moment, not an expression of the outward, yet.

We had to be released from the nightmare. The child was delivered a distraction. Benevolence overseeing the situation stepped in to shift perspectives. It might take an external force or intervention to remind us of an obvious and preferable alternative reality, or, a friendly slap may be required, to snap us out of our hysteria.

Something has to happen to us or for us today, for karma’s giant gyroscopic mechanism to position us where we rightfully belong. Our job is to accept and adopt self-permission for this stage and be grateful for it, ideally in advance, but at least as and when we might recognise that we are in the throes of being re-placed and re-set. It would be churlish to sulk and refuse the ice cream 😉

If you haven’t already: now could be an apt time to withdraw from certain practicalities, not least to save yourself some money (and much physical upheaval) at the eleventh hour.

Some of you may find that you have no choice: as anticipated financial gain, such as work bonuses, potential wins and other successful outcomes from investments (of time and positive energies, as well as capital) do not seem to be paying out in your direction. Don’t despair – this IS in your interest. Literally.

You may feel as though you’ve been delayed – again – and must stay on the sidelines, where you’ve been for a long enough already and despite being certain that this time you were about to go out dancing again, with bells on.

Expect some cross-purposes and contrary agendas to flavour your outlooks, which are only visible at this point due to the gentle rockings of the gyroscope ceasing to swing. Keep remembering, moment-to-moment, that these are one whole, drawn-out, instant reminder – and that you are quite dizzy.

The coffers may be empty. We may not be up on our tap-shoed feet. We may not feel fully entitled to the receipt of many blessings, and we may even be sporting still the wobbly bottom lip of shock at feeling so hard done by, humiliated, and wounded.

We’ve so much unspoken, so much unheard – to narrate all the very important details of the nightmare would take so long. And yet: we’re fine. No real need. We’re just relieved to find that things are not as we’d feared, and we’re keen to move on – in a second, when we get our breath back.

The energy of today’s cards reminds me of screen-printing. I could be discussing the same themes and concepts in terms of post-washing machine, car wash, or other turbulent cleansing process, with much the same relevancy. However: this feels specifically more structured, artistic and placid, in its brutality for our own good.

It’s a definite ‘wipe’, but it also feels as though there’s a tangible history of careful pre-planning and design, as well as some painfully precise surgery gone by, for carving out parts of Self, in order to create the stencil through which we are preparing to express our injection of colour – and that moment is going to be golden.

As the day/the week and beyond plays out: we will see how we are better off for having less things to deal with – even if they are the very things that matter(ed) to us most. We will appreciate this was not the best time for being granted easy passage toward certain rewards or dream futures, after all – even if we have more than earned and deserved them by now.

Take this as a final trip around the assault course. We’ve been through it, and through it. Each time we failed at an obstacle we’ve had to return to a re-start point and go again. We’ve battered our heads against certain activities, until we’ve either worked out the correct approach for tackling the same adversary or, eventually, developed the skills, techniques and stamina required to counter them, successfully.

We’ve been bruised and bloodied, and we’ve sweated and cried enough to refill the murky swamps and freezing cold plunge pools that we’ve had to renegotiate, time and time again.

We’ve been so caked in sun-baked mud and grime that it’s literally hurt our faces to smile, sometimes. We’ve felt so broken we’ve found ourselves, countlessly, at the point of wanting out of this; the final level of the game and the challenge of the ultimate conquest, or boss-fight.

But, now: we’ve been granted a break, a shower, and some clean clothes. We’re being handed an ice cream for sustenance, in the form of being shown a solid path, leading all the way through and around the assault course.

A light-bulb flickers back on and you wonder: who did tell you you had to push yourself so hard?

We’re not at boot-camp. We’re our own Sergeant Majors, but we don’t need to lead ourselves (nor anyone else) with any rod(s) of harsh military authority. Reclaim this as a bully-free zone. Clean your internal act up, and assume the posture befitting of your true status.

Enjoy the graduation ceremony, the pay-rise (in arrears), the ample pension, and fill your combat boots on the perks and spoils of knowing you could nail that assault course in record time, but that you choose to not have to prove it.

We’re not being made to wait and we don’t have to try. We’re merely being afforded the chance to exercise poise and deliberation, if not least to avoid traipsing dirt all over our carpets, when we finally get home.