The Dark of the Moon ~ in Venus ruled Taurus

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The seeds of the New Moon buried deep in our inner soil . . . a Mutable Grand Cross challenging our way forward.  Will we continue with weights unbearable . . . or do we set ourselves free, choosing to emerge.

Deep warps of flesh calling, pleading to be released.  Carried so long, they’ve become a part of our structure . . . so much we accept, in the name of ‘that’s how it is’.

Who are we . . . in our deepest chambers?  Are we game to come out ~ reveal ourselves publicly?  Or do we remain hidden, limping with the load . . . body screaming, its message needing to be heard.

Love is the core, in our worlds it was rare . . . we arrived, so small, so trusting . . . we grew.  Our body twisted, to avoid the blows . . . we sunk into ourselves, pleaded to forget.

A time of healing, not known before . . . do we have the courage to raise our hand.  To not accept what you know is false, no more excuses . . . you feel what is.

Big, deep breaths . . . allow the untangling, yes you feel its presence in your body.  Deep down only we can go, unlocking those ancient doors, with locks of steel . . .  wood a metre thick; old ancient trees.  These torrid scars began before you.  But you accepted the challenge . . . you knew  you could do it.  You have a big role . . . to clear the path . . . for others to follow.

Healing is not a luxury . . . it needs to occur, we need to be intact ~ complete  . . . so we can fulfil our mission and continue to thrive.

Our body demands . . . it’s time to let go.  A whole new world is birthing and  you play a part.

❤ ❤ ❤