The Masks Are Off

Astrofuquery warnings aside (or below, as the case may be) the thing about meatgrinder stars is that they are supremely revealing. Certainly you know more than you did at the start of this mad season, even if the awful truth has been delivered in a manner unbecoming.In much the same way a streak of lightning illuminates the battlefield, today's cosmic blast will likely blow off the masks once more. As it did in spectacular fashion last week, prelude to an eclipse.We are conditioned to hide our shitty self away. We are taught to behave, to shove our shadow into the depths. We learn very quickly that honey attracts more flies than vinegar. And worst of all, it never occurs to anyone that the monster beneath needs the light more than anything else.Still, bad behaviour is as bad behaviour does. Your pain is never a free pass to be a dick. Today's pressure cooker will be boiling the blood and tightening the screws on even the foolhardiest jokers. By design its sandpaper will rub many the wrong way. And it is then that the gloves and the lies and the masks will once again come off.When people show you who they are, believe them.~ Maya AngelouIdeally, the first time. Holding space for their improbable evolution halts yours. Let the demons speak and stand well clear as they splatter their darkness about. Do not overlook what you are being shown or ignore your instinct to move far from the carnage. You are not the blessed whisperer of psychos and poor me's, a dangerous playground to let your ego loose in.Engage peak self care. Just for today, simply save yourself.There are people in this world who can wear whale masks and people who cannot, and the wise know to which group they belong.~ Tom Robbins, Jitterbug PerfumeWords © Kerrie Basha, 2018