LEO. (July 22 - Aug. 21): Don't assume anything is as it appears for the next four weeks. There's more going on than meets the eye.
SAGITTARIUS. (Nov. 22 - Dec. 20): Honor all obligations - even if they're taxing. Once you clear out your karmic in-box, you can start asking for favors again.
CAPRICORN. (Dec. 21 - Jan. 18): Cast your net wide this month. The fish are jumping and you don't want to miss what could prove to be the catch of your life! THE SHAPE OF THINGS TO COME IS A WHOLE.
It's quiet—too quiet. The sounds of the drums have stopped. Do you know what that means?
To me, I believe it is an indicator that full—totes—reintegration may be possible from this point forward. Someone ought to check. I don't have the capacity, nor the technical ability, but I do have quite the hunch on this. That being said, as an avowed & lifelong pacifist, I of course am biased towards an outcome of Total Peace. (I would like this outcome
now, please.)
That outcome is inevitable, as is our ultimate arrival Home. For me, however... this already is My Home (First post, first flag. First CITIZEN), and I welcome us all to the experience of our promised Awakening.
Oh, BTW, I meant to make more significance out of this, but I'm
halfway towards finding out
precisely why the download failed to be delivered. I might not ever get the whole story until I go Permanent Quantum, because my skill, tolerance of tedium for, & capacity of success in pulling occulded facts out from the clawing grasp of those who would prefer to keep them hidden... is basically nowhere near developed enough to crack this particular fortune cookie, and for now, I would prefer to not resolutely confirm what I strongly suspect to have been the case:
The download meant nothing to them, because, at that point (Jesus, seriously; some people
fixate), they never took anything I said seriously
anyway. (Except for anything recognized as a lie of
mine, to cover up what must really be true for
them. I bet they always won at Cluedo.) It must have been dimly perceived, if even that much, as more typical gibberish nonsense with no relevant meaning to their lives, and, Boy Howdy, I guess so
now.
Still, I know exactly why I left and came back, and it wasn't in order to deliberately manufacture a horse dick story in order to cover for a hidden reason to be alone for 20 minutes—well, probably 40 minutes in my case, as I am not newly so blown out the back door as I delicately & deliberately have presented myself to be.
It was to see what happened after I did—manipulatively, for the first time, “Hi I'm Virgo”—what I had seen others do. (Gratz, all those sweet gains.) The payoff was
enormous.
It's still paying off. I will admit I loathed the horrific feelings of lack & loss at the time I was experiencing them, but it did not take long to surrender to God’s
New Plan, didn't initially feel as though it could ever measure up to what I thought was supposed to have could have been.
I feel so leveled up now. I'm basically walking on air. Who needs a flying car anymore? Well, probably every family back on worlds where The Great Work hasn't yet been completed, but honestly, Punys—while We ARE all One, and my best heart will always be oriented to Service To Others, as this fascistic hot mess circus side clown show continues to slowly wind its way back down to greener pastures, I'm gonna try to be polite as I reframe, refresh, and re–fry this black pan filled with scrambled eggs towards the perfect OM-U-LET:
Service to
The I. AND THE EYES HAVE IT.
When one has removed the impossible from consideration, what remains must contain the truth in some fashion or another. And after a cane beat, a microphone stand beat, and a breakdown beatdown bathroom floor breakdance extravaganza, I think I'm only sure of one thing about this particular experiential aspect of recent history:
Looks like someone could have really used that download. I do wonder why it was such a big deal, but unless every curious corridor inch in the whole place was wired for sound, I'd probably just be better off waiting to see the whole thing in Panoramavision.
I do wish I could simply just be told. Like, what's the deal? What's gonna happen if I actually get a straight answer on this one? Jesus, I'll be honest: I sometimes wish I could utilize remote surveillance devices in the course of my Divinely ordained duties, oh! The time I would
save! The mysteries I could
unravel! The gossip from the ladies’ gym locker I could
savor!
Alas, no. My purpose of discipline is far too strong. For now, it shall remain as is so: when I'm around; nobody speak, nobody get choked. So you go on back to your temples, your gardens... your massage parlors... speak your truth there. I won't ferret it out. Imagine the power inherent in a life openly lived.
And believe what I say: I eschew foreign surveillance. Due to my uniquely derived implemention of natural mind2mind communication and my genuine sense of spiritual service to Christ—although, I am no longer a Christian, YEAH PARADOX DEAL WITH IT—the bottom line of a very long research corpus chain is simply this:
I
get to know, what I
want to know, because I
only want to know, what I
need to know.
Get with The Program. (Just a suggestion!)
I will point out that there are likely to be far more efficient methods of gathering information available to me these days, than grabbing someone by their outsized lapels while screaming into their face, “ANSWER ME NOW!!!”
In my experience, this ALWAYS works. One may not get an answer they're expecting, but an answer will be forthcoming nonetheless.
p.s.: Pro Tip: Always let the lady shout
first. Lighten up, Francis.
p.p.s.: Okay, I guess I'll check out Psycho’s latest dropzone. Honestly, I do wish I could share the telemetry and the chatter that I have access to, to all of all y'all
directly, but.. for one thing, I'm staying Pureblood, and for another, a Sourceror knows a trap when it's begging at the door for “food.”
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Recommendation:
fill your own doggy bag. 
