I accidentally took the wrong exit, and I thought, “oh my goodness! I just got my self lost!”, and I was thrown back into that nostalgic moment of youth, and the excitement of it, how I would fill the tank and purposefully get myself lost so I could spend the day finding myself. I said, “oh Heavenly Father! This is going to be fun!”, because I know I need to find my way and I was going to do it without GPS and just so happen to have a full tank of gasoline.
Then I thought about my life and how dark it was in spots and how miserable and how completely lost I felt and alone and afraid and I suffered and I wondered if the me who walked into this life ~ did she have the same excitement about being lost, and having the opportunity to find herself, as I just have?
Spirit has shown me the unseen interferers are working to affect Jupiter in the collectives charts right now (Nov 21- Dec 21). Be aware the energies of chaos are being pumped into folks as they sleep to affect their stability. Remember your spiritual baths and cleanses. Remember to drink an extra amount of water. https://www.lovetoknow.com/life/astrology/meaning-jupiter-astrology
They’re trying to destabilize you so you mess up your blessings. Be aware of where Jupiter is in your chart, what it means for you, and pay attention to the unseen, energetic attempts, to destabilize this area. Counter accordingly.
“Jupiter governs expansion, development and promotes the growth of your body, mind, and spirit. At its most basic Jupiter in a birth chart is the urge for self-improvement through participation in the larger whole.
For instance: if your Jupiter is in cancer, you are blessed with ancestral protections and acute intuition. The unseen interferer will pump chaos energy to destabilize this protection, dress you in someone else’s energy to cloak you, to uncover you somehow from these protections, and disrupt your ability to nurture, and be nurtured.
“This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown, or to any man or number of men—go freely with powerful uneducated persons, and with the young, and with the mothers of families—re-examine all you have been told in school or church or in any book, and dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and your very flesh shall be a great poem, and have the richest fluency, not only in its words, but in the silent lines of its lips and face, and between the lashes of your eyes, and in every motion and joint of your body.”
We come from the land of the ice and snow From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow The hammer of the gods Will drive our ships to new lands To fight the horde, sing and cry Valhalla, I am coming
On we sweep with threshing oar Our only goal will be the western shore
Ah-ah, ah! Ah-ah, ah!
We come from the land of the ice and snow From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow How soft your fields so green Can whisper tales of gore Of how we calmed the tides of war We are your overlords
On we sweep with threshing oar Our only goal will be the western shore
So now you’d better stop and rebuild all your ruins For peace and trust can win the day despite of all your losing
Many of us are like this couch. Top of the line quality leather and construction. Cold, elegant, unwelcoming even on its own, even tho It be impressive.
We cover ourselves in that which brings comfort and warmth. An inviting and friendly area offering a seat, a wrap in a cozy home-made blanky, with pretty pillows.
What else does the cover do? I protects from scratches, from anything “sticking” to it, and also it prevents debris from getting under the cushions.
This is what the feminine offers the masculine. A warm embrace. He is sturdy and strong under all that warmth, built to last.
We must ask ourselves, how do we feel about this union? Are we willing to pair, with respect, allowing the warmth and cozy to be supported by the firm and lasting?
Or will the blankets be stripped and thrown in a closet for whenever they are “needed”?
I’m sad because the warm and cozy had to become firm and strong. Being tossed aside until needed forced many to reach beyond the inner pull, becoming their own foundation.
Hopefully the past will offer brand new relationship qualities, better, stronger, more resilient, in the upcoming Kingdom Unions.
This is the 72-year-old Mohamed Aziz, the most photographed bookseller in the world, town of Rabat, Morocco !!
Selling books in a country, in which 26% of the population still cannot read, is an act of love towards his city and literature. Being an orphan since he was 6, Aziz had a difficult life; he was not even able to finish High School because the textbooks were too expensive for him. At the age of 15 in 1963, he started his career as a bookseller with only a carpet caved under a tree with 9 books.
Now his bookshop sells thousands of books and he spends his days trapped in books and devouring the stories that emerge from them. He spends between 6 and 8 hours a day reading and only stops to eat, pray, smoke, and help customers. The rest of his time he walks around the neighborhoods in search of books that he later puts up for sale in his shop.
He says that this is his revenge against his childhood, and poverty : “I have read over 4000 books in Arabic, French, English, or Spanish, so it means I have lived more than 4000 lives. Everyone should have that chance ! I only need two pillows and a book to enjoy my day.”
After more than 43 years in the same place, he is the longest-serving bookseller in Rabat.
PS : When asked why he leaves his books unattended outside where they could be stolen, he replied that those who can’t read don’t steal books, and those who can aren’t thieves…
My daughter handed me her school progress report. Although it displayed a steady stream of positive check marks, there was one check mark standing dejectedly alone from the rest.
“How am I doing, Mom?” my child asked with a level of maturity that did not match the small dishevelled person gazing up at me with smudged eyeglasses that teetered on the tip of her nose. With her small finger, she pointed to her teacher’s neatly printed words next to the lone check mark.
It read: “Distracted in large groups.” But I already knew this. I knew this long before it was written on an official report card. Since she was a toddler, this child has offered astute observations of the world around her.
After pointing out all the positives on the progress report, I told her what was written. Upon hearing the news, she gave a tiny, uncertain smile and shyly admitted, “I do look around a lot.”
But before my child could feel one ounce of shame, one iota of failure, I came down on bended knee and looked her straight in the eye. I didn’t want her to just hear these words, I wanted her to feel them. This is what I said:
“Yes. You do look around a lot. You noticed Sam sitting off by himself with a skinned knee on the field trip, and you comforted him.”
“You noticed Banjo had a running nose, and the vet said it was a good thing we brought him in when we did.”
“You noticed our waitress was working really hard and suggested we leave an extra good tip. You noticed Grandpa was walking slower than the rest of us so you waited for him.”
“You notice the beautiful view every time we cross the bridge to go to swim practice.”
“And you know what? I don’t ever want you to stop noticing because that is your gift. It is your gift that you give to the world.”
As I watched my daughter beam with the glow of acceptance, I realized her approach to life had the power to change the world.
You see, we are all just waiting for someone to notice—notice our pain, notice our scars, notice our fear, notice our joy, notice our triumphs, notice our courage.
And the one who notices is a rare and beautiful gift.
~Rachel Macy Stafford, author of “Hands Free Life.” Her author page is @TheHandsFreeRevolution on Facebook.
