There's a lovely Grand Cross in Mutable Signs that starts the week. Likely you feel stuck. You aren't, but you are coming to realize that being in Creation is a state of stuck. Choose despite the feelings. Feelings have been very noisy for some time. With some planets in Earth Signs now, you can gain traction to move beyond the swamp of old stories and emotions. It takes time; it take space. Allow that. Allow your self to breathe into your being that was buried under your karmically installed mommy/daddy matrix. Don't put solutions on top of problems. Allow dissolution of these old loops. You aren't loopy! Karma is!

If you're in the yuck, yuck it up. Stir the pot. Do something harmless but different to come out of the spiral. Humor is natural to being. The heavy, hopeless drudge of hope and hopelessness can melt from you now if you choose to realize your own consciousness rather than making real the mind and the higher mind of spirit and the whole ball of wax and wane.

The caravan is moving on. You can feel the terror of missing the boat to heaven or Allah or what has you. These are desperate times when all that was known has melted into some goo lag of your own ancient karmic residue. Let your old caravan move on. Listen for the tinkling of other caravans you may want to join for the fun of it. There is finally no place to go but round and round on the Wheel. So how's about running away from your circus and joining up with your own cirque de sole proprietor? You can lead your own caravan; others will follow in time.

More shocks will be coming this week. May Day May Day and beyond. Crazy crap is the norm from here on. Be careful of friendly fire in your so called battles. Be present when you make agreements. Speak fully and awarefully. If you do not express yourself now, you'll fall victim down the road cuz you fell victim with your tongue. Our tongues and choices were taken from us in childhood. As these patterns surface, you likely will act and express powerlessly at first. Let that be and then let all of you be. The world awaits you. The parental units essentially projected blindly on you, so you waited on them and they never did show up. Let the resentments roast and go on to your own being the toast of your own town. If folks don't recognize you, move on. If you aren't heard, share with others instead. If you be, you will be met, even though that is not what happened when you landed in your little baby body. Don't get big or get even or get odd. Be your dear self, freely.

Best to you,
Mark