I haven't read Brezny for a while, but a friends post sent me over there to check his Sagittarius scope for the week, and it's about as on-target as its possible to be:

"Dear Rob: All my life I've been passionate about the big picture -- learning how the universe works, meditating on why things are the way they are, and probing the invisible forces working behind the scenes. Too often, though, I'm so enamored of these expansive concepts that I neglect to pay enough humble attention to myself. It's embarrassing. Loving the infinite, I scrimp on taking care of the finite. Any advice? - Larger Than Life Sagittarian." Dear Larger: You're in luck! Members of the Sagittarian tribe have entered a phase when they can make up for their previous neglect of life-nourishing details. In the coming weeks, I bet you'll find it as fun and interesting to attend to your own little needs as you normally do to understanding the mysteries of the cosmos.


Considering that I just made a locked post for my teacher about nurturing my own inner flame for a while and not worrying about the gods, relationships in general, or etc. . . this seems like a cosmic Amen.

My current Freewill Astrology horoscope.

Sagittarius: I hope that by now you have finished scrabbling along on your hands and knees over burning hot shards of broken glass. The next and hopefully final phase of your redemptive quest should be less torturous. In this upcoming chapter, the operative metaphor might be assembling a jigsaw puzzle with 200 pieces, all of which are red. Amazingly enough, you actually have it in you to accomplish this improbable feat -- as long as you don't spread out the puzzle pieces all over the burning hot shards of broken glass. Find a nice, clean, quiet place to do your work.

Current Freewill Astrology for Sagittarius:


If at some future time you sell your life story to a filmmaker who makes it into a feature film, it may have a lot to do with adventures that kick into high gear in the coming weeks. The fun will start (I hope) when you decide not to merely lie back and be victimized by your signature pain any longer. This brave act will recalibrate the cosmic scales and shift the currents of destiny that flow through you. Soon you will be making progress in untangling a mystery that has eluded your insight for a long time. You will be able to uncover the guarded secrets of a source that has for some time been tweaking your personal power without your full awareness.


This is so pertinent to the work I've been struggling with for goodness-knows-how-long, it's not even funny.

Sagittarius: At a Buddhist sanctuary in Khun Han, Thailand, monks have used a million beer bottles and soft drink bottles to build their temple. Bottle caps have come in handy, too, serving as the raw material for numerous mosaics portraying the Buddha. Your assignment, Sagittarius, is to draw inspiration from these geniuses. How could you take some profane elements of your life and turn them into a hotbed of sacred inspiration?




I find the accompanying image also particularly apt, given my circumstances.

Today's Note from the Universe:

FJ, it's within you: the answers you seek, the direction you want, and the power to be whoever you want to be. Your dreams are not yours by mere whim. They've been meticulously matched to the gifts you're now developing. Designed to lure you within, where your true power lies, and then out into the world, beyond imagined limitations and fears. Trust yourself. Listen to your heart. You have the right stuff, you know what to do, and it can all be yours.

Hosanna in the highest,
The Universe



Amen!

This morning's Message from the Universe:


Sometimes, when you're feeling your lowest, Feral_Journey, the real you is summoned.

And you understand, maybe for the first time ever, how grand you are, because you discover that vulnerable doesn't mean powerless, scared doesn't mean lacking in beauty, and uncertainty doesn't mean that you're lost.

These realizations alone will set you on a journey that will take you far beyond what you used to think of as extraordinary.

There is always a bright side.

- The Universe

Sagittarius horoscope from Freewill Astrology:

Medical insurance is out of reach for 46 million of my fellow Americans. Our country is at war in Afghanistan and Iraq as well as with a ghostly omnipresent foe known as terrorism. Our national debt is stupendous, our stock market has plunged, and many companies once thought to be towers of strength have failed. Meanwhile, right next door, Canada has universal healthcare and a budget surplus. Its banks are solvent and it is embroiled in zero wars. Am I jealous? Of course. Am I planning to emigrate? No. I'm going to stay here and keep agitating for goodness and justice and beauty. After evaluating your astrological omens, Sagittarius, I suggest that you do the equivalent in your own life: Stand your ground as you work to fix the flawed situation you've been given; don't flee to where the grass seems greener. Halloween costume suggestions: an elder statesman, wise crone, or charismatic teacher.


"Elder statesman, wise crone, or charismatic teacher"? I'll take all three, please!

In my Higher Power position -- a clue-by-four from the ever-helpful Tarot.com

5 of Cups

Although something has been lost, you are enjoined to persevere in your dreams.

When the Five of Cups comes up in this position, it represents the spiritual challenge of accepting the partial loss of what you held most dear. It's important that you not lose enthusiasm for the rest of your aspirations, because they are still within your grasp. You must be a warrior of the heart and spring back from this kind of disappointment.

Your Higher Self is giving you a vote of confidence. You have the resilience and clarity of mind to rise above loss and grief. To fully recover from this setback, seize the two unspilled cups and move forward with the determination you had when you still had all five. If your mission is sacred, your guidance real, and your heart strong, it's worth carrying on -- even if the totality of your envisioned outcome isn't forthcoming. Don't lose heart. Stay on the path. It's not about the quantity of blessing that's available, it's about the quality.

I am not being metaphorical here, my friends.

Longtime readers of this journal may remember that the metaphor of the Journey has been important to me since junior high. "The Journeys" are the name of my personal mythic saga that I started writing at age twelve, a story which began with an airline trip to Southern California and went on to describe how my alter ego became the heroine I dreamed of becoming. Each Journey was a new training exercise, but also very real life. Also, I went to college in California, and the flights there from the Northwest were always powerful for me. The flight to P-con had been more emotional than I had anticipated because the view of the landscape below brought up those old memories as well as the mythic associations. I was keenly aware that this trip, this adventure, was a Journey in my oldest, most sacred sense.

As soon as I walked into the lobby of the Doubletree, I saw oakmouse sitting exactly where she said she'd be: at one of the tables making a semi-circle across the lobby. Beyond those tables was a slightly lower level with a wet bar and a sushi bar. To the right of the lounge (on the main level) was the registration desk.

oakmouse greeted me with a hug, and her friend -- soon to be my friend -- M immediately went to get me a soft drink. I knew I couldn't handle alcohol at that moment. My head was already spinning a bit as I took in the amazing "festive garb" of the other participants and the less-obvious but still potent energy of the con, and I was grateful to just sit there and try to ground. But just a few minutes later, oakmouse urged me to get in the registration line before it got long again.

I really didn't want to get up, but felt she was right: best to get it over with when the line was short. So I grabbed my purse, pushed myself to my feet, and got in line.

I had to wait for a few minutes, and my gaze was naturally drawn to the widescreen television at the near end of the sushi bar.

No sooner had I turned my gaze there when the image shifted to an outdoor landscape (maybe a misty view of a lake surrounded by trees?) and these words printed across the screen:

This is a journey.

I stared at the words, stunned.

There was no voice behind them. I can't remember if the sound was turned off or if there was just music. All that hit me were the words that went on and on, each phrase replacing the last.

A journey is not a trip.

A journey is not a vacation.

It is a process of self discovery.

Does the journey create the person?

Or does the person create the journey?


There was more than that, but that's all I managed to scribble in my notebook.

My stomach was thudding, my head was more floaty than before, and I had tears in my eyes.

Right place at the right time?
Oh, yes. . . .

And Someone wanted to be sure that I knew it, right from the start.

I'm a Saggitarius, but I'm claiming Scorpio's oracle this week from Freewill Astrololgy:

SCORPIO: A drunk dominatrix sidled up to me at a party and said, "Reverend, please absolve me of my sins." I'm not officially a priest, but in the spirit of fun and games I replied, "Why, my dear? Have you seen the error of your ways?" She spread her arms wide as she bowed, hissing like a serpent through a toothy smile. "Not at all, Reverend," she said. "I just want to clear the docket so I can go out and commit a slew of fresh, new sins with crazy abandon." I sprinkled a few drops of her Heineken on her head and channeled William Blake: "You'll never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough. The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. If the fool would persist in her folly she would become wise." And now, Scorpio, I'm channeling the same blessing for you.


Sometimes, as a Queen of Swords, I look back and regret the times when my foolishness led to excess.

Today, I claim the wisdom that I gained from allowing myself to be foolish and excessive -- and reserve the right to commit errors of foolish excess in the future.