Weekly Guidance from Kaypacha: Speak my truth loud and clear~

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ART from VER SACRUM ISSUE 12 (1899)

Here is brother Kaypacha  from his New Paradigm Astrology sharing his weekly wisdom and insights.
Mantra:
“I know I’m being smothered when,
I have to gasp for air,
That’s when I need to summon the strength,
And speak my truth loud and clear.”
He says:
“Yes indeed, the time has come! We have all been under a lot of pressure and the pressure cooker is about to blow!
“You may have been feeling dutiful and persevering through the challenges lately, however, with the New Moon this weekend it will become clear whether this has been in or out of alignment with your unconscious soul evolution.
“It’s been a wonderful time to objectively view our life situation and reflect on our deepest goals and desires.
“Now, as Mercury turns direct we will naturally desire to speak out, reach out for the new, and get out of any ruts we may have dug for ourselves.
“The trick now will be to do it gracefully rather than blasting, shocking, and destroying too much in the process.
“A true balancing act between meeting your own and others needs. Good luck!

 

6 thoughts on “Weekly Guidance from Kaypacha: Speak my truth loud and clear~”

  1. Thank you Kaypacha
    For the MM community:
    I Remember

    I’ll take the tiara, the warm rubies, the
    clean diamonds, if you please—
    “Why?” he asked,
    Because, I remember when women were
    Queens

    I’ll have this morning’s fresh boule, the
    quiet rest, the sunlight at the window
    that I like best,
    “Why?” he asked,
    Because, I remember when women were
    Queens

    I’ll lather my skin with the warm cream I’m in,
    raise my arms wide alive, preparing the
    muscles not to hide,
    “Why?” he asked,
    Because, I remember when women were
    Queens

    I’ll take the long ocean walks,
    the dances on my knees, the fireside stories
    with exclamation keys,
    “Why?” he asked,
    Because, I remember when women were
    Queens

    I’ll hold the wand of love like avalanche,
    the staff of responsibility, the blue magic
    of the bees—
    “Why?” he asked,
    Because, I remember when women were
    Queens

    I hear the hornbells ring repose, as the
    dragon sleeping sighs,
    (he does not see me) rising up and down on his belly is the
    dress he made for me,
    But I won’t wear it—
    Because, I remember when women were
    Queens

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