Divine Discernment: Neptune enters Aries
Neptune has entered Aries: Rise of the Dark Feminine
People are so quick to throw out integrity for a “good time” that only ever leaves them feeling emptier and more disgusted than before. And when they lose everything because of it they want people to feel sorry for them.
They love your light when it reflects back to them their worthiness, but not when they realize it’s their job to own that reflection. I’ve resigned myself to understanding I will likely spend the rest of my life alone.
Because the butterflies are nothing more than anxiety for the deeper knowing that pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional, however, and I promise I will not be suffering. My MO is healing and growth.
Turning wounds into wisdom.
I’ve never met my match. And I’ve resigned to the fact that I may not. And that’s okay. Maybe this lifetime was about me falling in love with my children. Being everything to and for them.
The truth is something I wrap in fire and grace. In the voice of someone who loves with depth, but no more at my own expense. See through the illusions. People will trade their integrity for dopamine in a heartbeat. The lack of self-control is unattractive and disgusting to this version of me.
They will choose one more night of not facing themselves, only to sit in the ruins the next morning. Looking around for comfort, not change. They may even come back to you, their safe harbor, but if you oblige you’re agreeing to not be chosen first; if ever.
They do not love you. They love what your light said about them, but then that light asked them to become more. Don’t get bitter. Get boundaries. And what I said yesterday still applies. Soft sovereignty is a thing, and maybe you don’t walk away completely, but you shift the access.
I am not lonely because I am unworthy of connection. This is what they don’t tell you, friends. You’re lonely when you don’t know your worth because you settle for others who won’t make you feel worthy. And you’re lonely when you do know it because so few are willing to rise and meet you there, at your level of frequency.
I don’t know if the future holds romantic love for me. I’d give anything to meet my match, but so far that hasn’t existed. I just know that I am not willing to settle for proximity without presence anymore. No longer hoping someone “might” arrive one day, while I’ve already become.
Half-grown hearts are no longer my thing. I need someone who doesn’t flee in the face of my light. My match would have to rise to meet my queendom era. Meaning he would have to be a king. And as much I used to resonate with the following quote, I understand it’s not my job to help them remember.
Or to help them own it once they do.
Don’t date a Mystic, if You want the life you have. If You are comfortable and cozy, stay away. Whatever You have built around Yourself to create comfort: it cannot stand in the blazing Fire of a Mystical Woman.
She is no trophy. She is no bodily pleasure-maker. She is the Seer of Souls.
She is the womb that births the Divine into the flesh and bone of matter. She doesn’t mean to burn your village to the ground, but She has seen what You are meant to Become.
You are not a peasant shearing sheep, as You have thought.
You are a King dressed in rags who has amnesia.
I will make the parts of you that need to be seen feel seen, but as much as you want to be seen that’s uncomfortable. It’s not my job to soothe your discomfort. I am not a trophy or prize to be won. I am woman who deserves to be honored and chosen.
And while I may see the king beneath the shearer of sheep, it’s not my job to birth him. To make him cultivate his potential. If he chooses to seek suffering it’s not my job to turn him into a saint. To paint him perfect.
Knowing your worth isn’t for the faint of heart. Learning how to set proper boundaries when no one ever showed you, is not impossible, just a learning curve. And no amount of loneliness will ever have me wanting to be the safe harbor again. I’m so done with temporary love.
I’m not here to be your resurrection. I am my own. ❤
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