SUN on the JUPITER/URANUS MIDPOINT [Join Us on Cosmic Bus Tomorrow]

You’re not one to take it lying down.
Never have been.
The stupid world expects you to play all nice and all,
follow the magic footsteps laid out by parents,
and teachers, preachers, those measly politician leechers,
but every fibre of your soul screams out against their cruel control.
And you’re not disagreeing; you’re at war—a passionate, rebellious soul, just railing against anyone who tries to hold you down and put you in a hole.
It isn’t anger, no, not really; it’s just your instinct to live freely, an existential burst to keep that special thing in you from being smothered; snuffed out by the droll banality of their tyrannical efforts to coerce and cajole.

They’ll say you’re seeking ‘freedom’ from it all, but what does that even mean?
Is it a sleepy, obscure retirement in a quiet, leafy suburb and a white picket fence? writing your memoirs…
or is the thrill of the yet unknown, the uncharted, the unabashedly risky?
Or is it about making provocative life choices that get your pulse racing, leave your nose bleeding, busting out of tired-old karmic grooves worn deep by generations before you?
And is that really even possible??

Life’s been a series of upheavals lately, sure.
Tense moments where you don’t feel right, want out the door,
and if you don’t get out, let off the steam in time,
you’re sure to burst out at the seams like some old teapot on a hot stove, whistling louder and louder—not Dixie tunes and all the like, but raising loudly the alarm; giving off warnings that the slightest whiff of confinement, chastisement, or attempt to shut you down, you’re right to flip your lid, looking for the exit door, the nearest back alley, beeline to the dirt road no one ever goes.

The thing about this path, you see,
it’s about as lonely as can be.
Sure, being a badass rogue,
shredding up the rule book,
blowing their embassy apart,
and going all hell-for-leather like a fugitive
looks slick and cool in storybooks and net flicks,
but living it really is the pits.
Every step away from the crowd is a step further into the cold and lifeless void of the abyss.
And every relationship formed in your rebel-runaway mode is a bonafide minefield; know this.
Sure, you may cherish your independence fiercely
but scarcely will you see the value of the ties
that you abruptly sever till they’re long gone,
and with them, any morsel of you
that might have mattered after all.

And what of love, I hear you ask?
If it can survive in this turmoil-ridden heart of yours,
is gonna be in for a rough ride, buckaroo.
You may pine for heady romance and the big thrills of the frontier,
some other wild heart to match your spasmodic beats,
But once the normalcy sets in and the daily grind start
The friction quickly eats at you and tears it all apart.
You’re a tempest, a full-born storm in human form,
and not everyone’s built to endure your so-called “weird art”.
You demand the absolute freedom to be yourself, completely,
without compromise, no constraints, but forget to offer the same ticket to those sharing your bed, your life—in that, you often just wield one-sided obstinacy and strife.

What’s it all for, I hear you say?
Surprised you’re still here reading it, really(!):
This constant push against the tide,
this relentless pursuit of a “freedom”,
seems more about you running away
than ever getting anywhere at all
—you’ve got to find balance, kid,
a way to weave through the chaos without becoming chaos yourself;
you’ve got to care for another as fiercely as you defend your right to be you.

As the Sun kisses Uranus, feel the shift in the air,
as the earth beneath your feet feels a bit unsteady,
and your whole world seems on the precipice of a collapse,
remember, this journey’s not just about pushing limits or breaking free, no not at all.
It’s about finding what lights you up and where you truly belong in the great cosmic sprawl.
It’s about turning that relentless electrical solar energy into something that doesn’t just defy but defines.
We often forget, deny or completely ignore the cosmic fold,
but maybe it’s about building something new, not just tearing down the old;
or maybe it’s about finding a cause that’s truly worth the fight,
a bond that can endure your solar storms—a path that lets you walk both alone and together—in love and light.

So, in your quandary now, as you gaze up at the stars tonight,
think about what you’re really railing and rebelling against.
Maybe it’s not the world holding you back, sunshine,
but the fear that you might actually have something to lose.
The universe ain’t just chaos, rocks and dust, you know;
sometimes, it’s the map to your own story, waiting to be read.

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SUN now illuminating this ♃/♅ point, explaining why so much about what’s been flipping our lid lately is now coming to light.

It’s the get-out-of-jail-free card; the flick-release of the pressure valve that has us walking off thinking “Thank god it’s over”. [Full Article: Jupiter/Uranus: “Break On Through, The Mark of the Heretic”]

ON TOMORROW’S COSMIC BUS EPISODE (BROADCASTING LIVE ON FACEBOOK) we discuss next Thursday’s Sadge Full Moon, the first of many lunations to encompass the complex “Cradle” configuration including outer planets like Neptune/Pluto. Of course, there is still some tension, tremors and the obligatory Full-Moon conflict, but then, whilst we may have been granted a jail pass, we’re not out of the woods yet.

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