Channeling love letters from the Universe
Channeling love letters from the Universe
A Pisces will read everything there is to read about a Pisces, and inevitably become confused about why everyone thinks Pisces is so confused about everything.
You may need to read that again..
It was written by a Pisces.
The thing about Pisces is, they simply don’t see things the way that other signs do.
They are not confused.
They are ruled by Neptune, and Neptune rules other worlds; worlds that have nothing to do with this physical reality.
It’s the spiritual realm; another order of reality.
And she, my friend, is Very. Other. Worldly.
Where she comes from,
There are no hourly updates speculating which atrocities may be awaiting you..
No complicated math equations to explain things like the euphoric joy of a new baby,
or the profound sadness of losing someone you love..
No chaotic rushing about, here and there, trying to “one-up” you, or “out-do” you..
No deafening clocks ticking, that tell you how to schedule all the hours of your day..
In fact.. there isn’t any noise at all... just the peaceful ebb and flow of
listening.
Feeling.
Sensing.
Neptunians surrender to a formless beauty; where all things merge, and recognize each other as one.
Exquisite, liquid colors blend together until you can’t tell where one color begins and the other one ends.
Why does that matter anyway?
The most intoxicating music is washing over her, like a giant wave, lulling her higher and higher, up and away from the harsh physical realm, and into the spiritual realm where love is felt in its divine form.
This connectedness is more real than anything you can see, or touch
or explain with words.
It is here, where intellect is exchanged for intuition.
It is here, where feelings explain everything.
It is here, where you find yourself in Pisces territory.
Sorry Madonna,
she’s not a material girl, and she doesn’t care for living in this material world.
Knowing this,
It hardly seems fair that a sign who is imbued with the gift of feeling the connectedness of everything in the universe, has to live in such a harsh, sensory overloaded extravaganza like this, doesn’t it?
Here, in the material world, she is connecting to, and absorbing every sound, image, mood, and emotion around her like a giant sponge... even the energy of other people’s thoughts permeate her.
She has no natural, built in defense mechanisms to protect her from anything.
Just a bunch of pores and channels where things enter in, and move freely about her cabin.
Here, in the material realm, she is so utterly saturated with everyone else's emotions, thoughts, feelings, and opinions that it is nearly impossible to decipher what belongs to her, from what belongs to you.
So, the confusing part, I think -for you- may show up in that ineveitable moment where someone will ask her a simple question like,
“do you want paper or plastic?”
But she’s just standing there. Silently. With a glazed look on her face, while everyone in the line behind her huffs and puffs impatiently awaiting her response.
“Geez lady are you deaf!?”
A fire sign will blurt out..
Finally, she remembers she brought her own cloth bags this time, because she can’t shake the image of that sweet sea turtle she saw, twisted, and strangled by a plastic bag, on the signs of the picketers in front of this store the last time she was here.
But now the embarrassment of all this added negative attention is beginning to spill out of her eyes, as she hands her cloth bags over to the checker.
If she were able to muster the wherewithal to articulate what she is really feeling in this moment,
She would scream,
“Shhhhh...”
Because that’s all she really wants.
Peace and quiet, so she can hear herself feel.
No confusion here.
Is it any wonder she wears rose colored lenses and a pair of those noise canceling headphones wherever she goes?
Sheesh!
Next time you haven’t heard from your Pisces friend for a few days, check her natural habitat. She’ll be hiding out there with the shades drawn,
in utter silence, with used tissues strewn everywhere.
She's been clearing her flood channels.
Do me a favor and remind her that although it is an immense weight to bare, being able to feel things so deeply, and without any boundaries,
it is actually a gift intended for her, individually, as well as for the collective.
Not a curse.
For when a Pisces is able to share this formless beauty that she is tapped into, she is able to give, and receive her greatest joy.
Love.
Historic examples of this love come from,
Artist, Michelangelo.
Composer, Frederic Chopin.
Poet, Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
Author, John Steinbeck
and our whimsical friends,
Mr. Rogers and
Dr. Seuss.
All Pisces.
All spreading beauty, salve and love,
and forever receiving it in return, for their contribution.
On a more personal level, No one else will celebrate your achievements with you, as genuinely and enthusiastically as a Pisces friend.
Nor will anyone else hold your hand so tenderly in the desolation of your darkest hours. Quietly. Listening. Hearing.
She feels it all as if it were happening to her.
It is.
We are all one... remember?
Happy Birthday, Pisces.
We welcome your energy!
--The Astrology Poet
February 19th - March 20th