Happy Bastille Day. Viva la France! It's also my birthday. Viva my being. To hell with my birthdaze. Viva your being. We've all been cooking our births. The current planetary matrix adds to the post Grand Cross hangover with this most unusual feeling of spacy/trapped, like you know you're trapped but you can't get a handle on it and without the handle you can't doing anything and and and....... floaty/stuck. It's actually the story of what happens when you land into your body when you incarnate. It's also what your body experiences in the amniotic oven. Can you see the mirroring that occurs the moment you land into your bod? One stuck feeling of the body mind patterns meets the upon-arrival feelings of embodiment. Noticeably you feel powerless, which is what folks will tend to be feeling now. Then in the developmental process upon incarnating, you seek power, that is, the ability to effect the external or internal environment, but....... you don't have the info or mechanics to effect those changes. Meanwhile, you're nursing a dual hangover in that your body just left the mommy womb of certain comfort (most of the time) and your being just left the etheric realms in which you tend to feel much more at home and connected. Ouch. Wham bam I think I'm a human.