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unwinding the plot.

some of it will come just so you can learn how to let it go. some of it will make you wait until you lose all concept of time and identity. you go from “waiting a long time” to “have i been waiting all my life? who am i if it never comes?” to who you really are. the one who has everything. and then it shows up (or it doesn’t) but your own arrival is what matters.

life will give you enough time alone to understand the plot backward and forward, to live it from the inside and see it from the outside, as the person you’re now becoming. you will receive just enough illusion and confusion to close your eyes and feel what’s true. you’ll receive clarity and forgetting in equal measure. the sun will rise on your steps forward and set as you crawl your way home.

you will understand everyone’s story and carry their beliefs until you start living your own.

you will retrograde with the malefics and benefics in a journey that feels more “alone” than “together,” more “lost” than “found,” until you find more faith in the unknown than the known. that’s what happens. you receive to release. release to receive. and it goes on like this for no reason other than to pass the illusion of time and explore the limits of separation.