Dueling Septrograde Stellium Fuckery Finally Ends with Pluto Going Direct on the New Moon "In This Style 10/6"
And you thought Mercury in Gatorade was bad. You just wait until that bitch switches to Brawndo....
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This morning, I woke up awake. (YES!!!!)
This hasn’t happened in a while, so I thought it was cause for celebration.
I’ve been stuck in bed with migraines for a couple weeks.
They’re finally gone - I was told they were coming, but man, those psychic expansion buggers aren’t like the inflammation headaches one bit. They won’t budge for NOTHING no matter how much CoQ10-magnesium-ibuprofen-pressure-point-darkness-headstands-on-roller-skates you throw at them.
Your only hope, Princess Leia, is to just wait that shit OUT.
10/6. This was the date I channeled after which my abilities were supposed to ramp up. It turns out this was corroborated by another channel, and the window for this is 10/6 to 1/13, so I’m anticipating more of a slow ramp up than a massive head-splitting jump.
Not knowing what to expect and having had a series of strange dreams in which I was being eased in, I was expecting this to come on more slowly, but I’m used to curve balls and plot twists by now, and I’d been prepping myself for BTFO potential just in case.
With the intensity of the headaches, I thought it made sense to be prepared.
All of this made even more sense when I looked up the astrology in tandem with the astrological shifts attached to my bloodline (this part will be a story for another time).
I finally figured out what this was and why it hit me in particular so hard on top of the fact it was supposed to hit the cardinal signs really hard anyway.
I was expecting it to be a doozy - the majority of my personal signs are in cardinal placements.
So I was waiting for several weird things to occur (as if that’s not like any other Tuesday by now) - but lo and behold, it's right there in the rest of my chart. Holy hell.
So, there's a new moon in Libra. My moon is in Libra.
There's a stellium in Libra - sun, moon, Mars, Mercury.
In my chart, I have sun, Mars, and Mercury all in Capricorn.
Pluto is in Capricorn. It went direct today. My Pluto is in Libra.
Saturn, my ruling planet, is in Capricorn and goes direct 10/11, right after the 10/10 portal.
Jupiter goes direct 10/18 ALSO in freaking Capricorn.
Mercury goes direct 10/18 in Libra.
The remaining retrograde “planets” after this (you call them all “planets” even though some aren’t… I know, Poindexter… it’s not worth arguing about… stay on topic) are Chiron in Aries, Uranus in Taurus, and Neptune in Pisces.
So, I had dueling septrograde stellium fuckery happening to me all at once on top of psychic expansion migraines.
Thank source this is almost mostly over. (Almost mostly? Yeah. That’s a thing.)
Twelve more days and things should start to feel… mostly OK… again. I hope. Waking up actually awake for once (what a concept!), after two weeks of feeling like Artax trying to crawl out of the Swamp of Sadness, is a really good sign.
Especially because there are really happy, amazing things happening to me and around me - to a ridiculous degree. And I couldn’t figure out why, despite what should feel like getting hit in the face with a happy truck, my energy was so low.
I kept asking. And my guides just kept saying, “Sleep it off,” so I did.
Makes sense now. You see why I tell you guys to pay attention? It's so important.
This is why you should constantly check in for guidance.
Utilize the vantage point.
Your guides will see things you don't see and can navigate you in the best possible direction.
But you have free will. So you need to ask or they can't help you.
ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS ASK.
If I didn't listen to my guides, I probably would have inadvertently pulled in some kind of “low vibrational” Mercury-in-Gatorade bullshit and ended up having bad communication patterns with loved ones instead of understanding that I was being pummeled with Strange Energies From Space, as Clif High would call this, and needed rest.
When you get pelted with the Hermit, the four of swords, and the Hanged Man in just about every reading while dealing with psychic migraines, all you can really do is sideways grill the universe and climb back into bed.
And, luckily, I saw enough of it coming that I have had stellar communication throughout this whole thing. Weird, right?
Even under circumstances where communication should have been a whole lot more than somewhat challenging, sending smoke signals coordinated to wisp past Arctic Cold War parabolic towers which send out messages that vibrate speakers in Albuquerque that knock over the first few dominoes in a subsequent Rube Goldberg machine that triggers a can-and-string device to drop from the recipient’s ceiling has been, interestingly, sort of a cakewalk…?
I think I’ve somehow installed the Konami codes for when Mercury suddenly made the Folger’s switch to Brawndo.
And that's how you do cardinal stellium septrograde on expert mode like a boss… when “boss” means asking guidance for help… and the help that comes in is, “Sit your happy ass down and ride this shit out, Pumpkin. It's bigger than you are.”
“10-4 til 10/6, Wise Guides.”
Happy to be back. Hope you’re having a great New Moon!