We are smack in the seismic shock window of November 8 — blood moon total lunar eclipse at 16* Taurus, conjunct volatile unpredictable Uranus, overshadowed by Saturn, Lord of Time and Karma — this wild card eclipse acts as an influx on steroids, deleting the past as it sweeps our slate clean.
This is the grand lead in for the coming attractions of 2023. As the evolutionary burn intensifies — a period and process predicted to induce extraordinary transformations in human consciousness — everything feels different.
Still reeling from the triduum of Allhallowtide — All Saints’ Eve (Halloween, Oct 31), All Saints’ Day (Nov 1), and All Souls’ Day (Nov 2) — our state of bardo is magnified and multiplied. Stumbling in the mystical mists that are intermediate, transitional, liminal — suspended in a state between death and rebirth.
Yes, the veil is thin between us and those who have gone ahead. It thinned even further since 2020 with the mass migration of souls due to this worldwide pandemic. Going forward, it has forever thinned.
More so now because big planets are stationary as the year and sun are waning. Time is warped — timelines folding, stretching, collapsing. Barriers between dimensions overlapping and blurring.
Everything we have ever been indoctrinated in is now under scrutiny. The facade is crumbling to expose truths, lies, manipulations — a false matrix.
Confused and questioning things is the operative state to be in. Don’t lose yourself trying to return to normal or maintaining status quo. Normal is dead and gone. Things are not meant go back to the way they were.
Death. Transformation. Time to let go. Of the dead devoid debris. Distractions all.
Grieve, mourn, cry, wail if you must. Surrender the suffering too heavy to hold inside. Pound a drum. Dance with grief. Light a candle. Transmute it all into the flame — have it burn clean and bright.
To clearly illuminate the path of our dearly beloved off to the afterlife. Honor, celebrate and remember the dead.
Live life in ways they could never dream or imagine.