I’ve come here a few times trying to think of something to write. There’s a new moon in Gemini and I don’t really have much to say? It’s strange, but I know I have a lot to say. It’s just that I don’t feel that emotional about it.
(Last month, I had a lot to say on Patreon and you should join me there.)
Still, the past few months have been exceptionally stressful and I think I’m coming out of that phase. So now that it’s calmer, it feels strange to have my energy return back to me.
Right now, I’m currently on a long Twitter break. I won’t fully return until the beginning of Virgo season (so late August). I’ll be avoiding all of Mercury retrograde, but that wasn’t the main reason.
Honestly, I was just completely sick and tired of feeling unseen and unheard while I was simultaneously trying to see and hear everyone else. Twitter is very much about asserting your ego and voice, and I was going through some personal hell that very few people knew (or cared to know) about.
I felt like I was drowning in plain sight. I also knew from previous experience that being even more open and vulnerable about my struggles would make me feel more unseen and unheard. All these people around but not really there… It is currently a humongous energetic mismatch — and ultimately, a humongous drain.
The lack of reciprocity was weird to experience. Although I have had a love-hate relationship with Twitter since I started using it 11 years ago — this time, things feel irreparably broken.
I don’t know if it’s because I left during Sag season last year. I took a break from late November to mid-January, coming back during Capricorn season.
It woefully reminded me of when I didn’t get to hang out with my friends from high school the summer before my senior year. My mom had gone back home to Ghana for the first time she had immigrated and my parents just assumed I’d be home as the lady of the house (eh, I’m still a resentful about that, over 20 years later).
During that summer, there were also things I missed out with my church’s youth group, including a cross-country missions trip with my youth pastor before he left.
Anyway, it was a strange time, because I came back to school and I was just not in the groove anymore. I had missed out on some serious bonding or relevance or something.
I was just not in the loop anymore. I was forgotten.
And, it’s pretty telling that the two people I’m consistently closest to from there are rarely on there.
*mumbles something about quality vs. quantity…*
And before this Twitter break, I took a three-week divination break which I ended on Saturday when I read for myself, and then later, for a friend.
(I still have the touch, folks.)
I took the break as a way to reset myself, to listening to my intuition first, to not lean on others’ understanding and intuition.
And, this will sound bizarre, but I cut it out because all the messages I received this whole year have been great.
But unfortunately, my life did not show any signs of greatness. It was very bleak and scary, especially with the contrast that things should be going well.
And getting these messages didn’t actually help my faith in the Universe, mainly because the messages were time-bound, i.e., they were meant for right now, not the near future.
I saw my faith in the goodness of life buckle and break under the weight of these messages which were meant to encourage and support me.
The biggest reason for cutting things in my life is to see what is vestigial, what’s excess, and what’s just plain ole not working anymore. It’s a bit of an experiment. And I like tinkering with my life to see what works and what doesn’t.
Even though the readings from all the way back in January haven’t come to fruition yet, today I’ll be going back into getting a reading from a friend. And although I believe in my abilities for reading for others, I’m still not entirely sure why there was such a big, colossal mismatch of messages from Spirit and my everyday life.
Looking back, I could call this a crisis of faith.
So while I was thrashing between the now and the not yet, one of those great messages I got was clarification on how to get this stuff to finally show up. And that involved re-creating my cosmology.
I realized that in my post-evangelical life, which is 11 years and counting, I was quilting something without much intention. What was the design holding it all together? Why was I into crystals or tarot or astrology or…anything?
I actually didn’t tear up my quilt. I just decided to start quilting with a thread that was easier to see. That thread is, I guess, something akin to a faith statement:
Life happens — unevenly and unfairly for most. But there is help out there. You just have to reach out and ask for it. And sometimes, through divine providence, you get help without having to ask for it.
It’s a little more hands off than the evangelical God who is orchestrating so much. And well, what’s the point if he’s doing so much of the work?
So that’s my thread. And that has actually brought a lot of peace, even though circumstances didn’t right themselves immediately.
And hell, maybe that is probably what the point of this whole mess was. It wouldn’t be the first time I was building a castle in the sky without an actual foundation or salient thread holding everything together.
But then there’s this tension, one that astrologer Sam Reynolds brought up today in his astrology affirmations, “Life’s Benevolence.”
Right now, I can’t really agree about someone smiling on me, about life smiling on me.
I’m not sure if anyone is consistently looking out for me except me.
It’s a hard fought but terrible thing, to be a self-reliant human being. It is one of the worst oxymorons in existence. That’s not how it’s supposed to work.
But that goes back to the thread, and to the idea that maybe Someone is smiling on me.
Maybe it’s about turning my direction towards where the smiles are, instead of wishing and begging for those who can’t or won’t see me to smile.
And it seems like those who are smiling on me are spiritual beings. Deities from my father’s ethnic group and elsewhere, guides, loved ones who have passed and probably ancestors I don’t really know — they’re here to help, even if I’m asking amiss or too caught up in my emotions or the past…there is comfort in that.
As Jupiter has been retrograde for a bit, I’ve been pondering about faith. So for this post, and for myself, I was looking up other posts on how to have faith and trust in the Universe, and I didn’t even feel like sharing any because there wasn’t anything new to say.
It’s the stuff that we all know to do:
- Pray
- Meditate
- Take inspired action
- Let go of outcomes
- Visualize what you want
- Focus on how it feels to have what you want
- Focus on love
- Be grateful
- Create a mantra
- Surrender
- Journal
- Release what no longer serves you
So there you have it — that’s how you trust in the Universe. And actually, I’ve done all those things, multiple times. And that actually is the rub — multiple times.
You know the cliche of how the only way out is through…yeah, it’s pretty much true.
In the past couple of weeks, I’ve read multiple books on manifestation — and what I’m focusing on bring into my life isn’t for something lofty or high-priced. This is just to get my basic needs met.
So it seems like there are multiple ways to interface with Source — and that’s a good thing.
But it also means you have to find out what works for you. There’s a lot of tinkering and experimentation. What works for me may not work for you and vice versa.
And even when you do all of the above, circumstances can still be intransigent. So then it really comes down to timing — at least that’s what it seems like for me.
So after months of struggling and questioning, I’ve just come back to doing the best that I can and being extra kind to myself as I wait for the cosmic traffic to clear up. Sometimes, you just can’t magic wand your way out of things. And those things aren’t even meant to be cosmic lessons — although if you do get some lesson from it, then that’s a plus. It is not required.
There is some comfort knowing that you’ve done all you can. That’s really the only outcome that matters, your effort. If anything, during these rough months, I’ve grown in my patience — even though I already feel like I’m at times too patient with people and circumstances.
So what is my faith in, ultimately? In myself. If the Universe resides within me, i.e., I am a part of the universe and the Universe, then there is truly no separation. One book I read yesterday about manifestation had a mantra or affirmation of sorts:
I make a stronger commitment to myself.
Anytime things get rough or uncertain, you put yourself first, you take care of yourself more, you make a stronger commitment to yourself. That looks like not abandoning yourself, being a better parent to yourself, and not withholding kindness or compassion from yourself.
I’m still unsure of how things will work out for me. I still resent a bit how splintered my sense of community is. All I know is that every day, I wake up and try my darnedest to stay above ground.
The messages I’ve received about how my life is improving — there are major delays in their fruition, and I’ve lessened my resentment about that. As empty and unsatisfying as this cliche is: it is what it is. But it doesn’t mean I won’t stop stretching, searching, or knocking on doors.
I at least have a cosmic cheerleading section, shaking their pom-pons, waving their banners, screaming at me to keep going. And I’m grateful that even if I’m often physically alone, while I trudge on through my life journey, I am truly never alone…
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