Wizard's Weekly Wrap-Up: The Firings, the Fury, and the Flailing King of Hearts

Off With Their Heads, On With the War, and Into the Fire: The Week That Was March 29-April 4, 2026

Apr 05, 2026

This week, the king running out of road cried “off with their heads” at everyone who might have told him so, as his war ran out of purpose, and the architecture of the old world bent toward breaking, while on the horizon, the storm that will topple his throne gathered without asking his permission.

Trump’s reckless and unauthorised war in Iran is visibly unravelling, with the continued closure of the Strait of Hormuz prompting America’s wannabe king to threaten this week to bomb Iranian desalination plants, power stations and oil infrastructure, which would be a war crime. Over the course of the last month, the stated objective of the US military action has quietly shrunk from “regime change” and “nuclear disarmament” to simply getting the Strait of Hormuz reopened - which is to say, restoring the conditions that existed before the war began. When 40 nations met this week, led by Britain and France, to discuss doing exactly that, the United States was not invited to the table, and Trump said he is now seriously considering withdrawing the US from NATO. The old order has fractured, now over the cliff we go.

With oil now at well over $110 a barrel, as the Houthis eye the Bab el-Mandeb - another chokepoint through which another 10% of global oil supply flows - Trump took to the airwaves to address the nation this week for the first time in the 33 days since the war began. His rambling 19-minute long speech tanked stock futures by $550 billion in less than 25 minutes, and now 59% percent of Americans think the US has gone too far with this war. Makes you wonder who the other 41% are when even people like Alex Jones have cut and run.

As his approval rating hit an all-time low of 31%, the man who can never take the blame needed someone to blame, so he fired Attorney General Pam Bondi, apparently for failing to punish his enemies with sufficient enthusiasm. Spooked at the thought of losing his own job, Defense Secretary Pete Hegseth started giving generals the boot, walking the Army Chief of Staff out the door in an attempt to sideline a potential rival. Word is Tulsi Gabbard is next on Trump’s chopping block, followed by a long list of others. The loyalty only flows one way in the Trump empire.

Aware that his prospects at the midterms look worse as each day goes by, Trump signed an executive order attacking mail-in voting that legal experts called unconstitutional, and then he attended Supreme Court oral arguments on birthright citizenship - the first sitting president ever to do so, in a move his own allies struggled to read as anything other than intimidation in an attempt to sway the ruling in a way that would disenfranchise voters. But when the Court appeared not to have been swayed, Trump stormed out.

In a win for the people, courts blocked Trump’s White House ballroom construction and his defunding of NPR and PBS, but in yet another slap in the face to norms and the rule of law, Trump’s Office of Legal Counsel declared the Presidential Records Act unconstitutional - meaning, in the administration’s view, a president need not keep records of anything he does. Because that makes total sense if you stand on your head.

We are watching, in accelerated real time, the endpoint of a project decades in the making: the gutting of the US Congress, the dismissal of allies, and the concentration of all power in a single man. And what that looks like, it turns out, is this - a war with no exit and global economies convulsing as the world faces down the worst fuel and food crisis in human history, while the man in charge posts Davy Crockett memes and mean tweets about Bruce Springsteen.

The architecture of the old order is cracking, and as the mad king plays croquet, screaming at his cards for painting his roses red, we find ourselves standing on the brink of a crisis for which there is no clear solution. There is no obvious answer to be found down here on the ground, but the map of what comes next is written plainly in the sky, and while it lays out a path paved with pain, it also points to purpose. This is not the end, the sky is saying; it is really just the beginning of the beginning.

If you’re feeling flooded by the news and like nothing’s making sense right now, or if you feel like you’re upside down in Wonderland, worried for the future and want to know what comes next, then read on, dear friend. As always, the sky is showing us exactly where we are and where we are headed. Let's look up and find the way through, together.

**The cosmic insights shared here are mapped to the real movements of the heavens during the past week. If you want to know more about planetary pattern recognition, read about it here**

The Weighing, and the Warning

While the world looked skyward at Artemis II on its way to the Moon this week - the first human journey to our nearest celestial neighbour since the Apollo program ended in the 1970s - the Moon itself sat in Libra, holding up the scales against an Aries sky, staring across at multiple planets converging in the sign of ignition, quietly rendering its verdict on the civilisation down below that built the rocket, as if the sky was saying, “You want to look at the Moon? Then look at what the Moon is actually doing.”

And what the Moon was doing in the last degrees of Libra, in the ancient role of the scales that weigh the heart against the feather of truth, was weighing the heart of the old world and finding it rotten. The Full Moon in Libra makes hidden things visible by flooding the scales with light until everything on them becomes impossible to look away from. This week, it had a great deal to illuminate.

Under the light of the revelatory Moon, news broke that three world leaders would address their nations - Trump, Albanese and Starmer. Social media lit up with speculation that this could be a coordinated war declaration between the US, UK and Australia - two of America’s most loyal allies historically entering the fray to help fight Trump’s out of control war with Iran that has seen the Strait of Hormuz closed and the flow of oil out of the Middle East blocked, which in turn has triggered what the IEA is now calling the greatest global energy and food security crisis in history.

But the sky told a different story, far more interesting than the conspiracy, that undercut what was actually said. Three leaders of three nations with three completely different answers to the same question the Libra Moon was asking of all of them - what are you actually made of, and where do you actually stand?

Australia stepped up to the microphone first, with Prime Minister Anthony Albanese giving a careful, measured speech, warning that the economic impact of the ongoing war will last for months, while urging Australians not to panic or rush the petrol stations amidst the growing fuel crisis. Beneath the light-hearted tone was a statesman circling a conclusion he knew his counterpart in Washington would not want to hear. Iran’s military capacity and its ability to launch missiles has been diminished, he said, and the vague objectives that barely justified the beginning of this conflict have now been realised. The point Albanese made without making it was that it’s not at all clear what more needs to be achieved, or what the endpoint looks like.

Across the world in London, Keir Starmer stepped up to his own podium to offer a similar message, telling the British public that the ongoing war will have lasting effects on the UK’s future, and that the days ahead “will not be easy,” before pivoting toward strengthening ties with Europe, whilst assuring that no matter how fierce the storm, Britain was well-placed to weather it, though he did not sound like he entirely believed it. Overall, Starmer’s speech to the nation - like Albanese’s - seemed aimed squarely at the audience of one in the White House; the world economy is being held hostage by the closure of the strait and it is beyond time to de-escalate.

Two leaders addressed their nations delivering the same essential message with careful dignity of people who know they are being ignored, and are saying it anyway, for the record, because history will want to know that someone said it. And then the lights went down in the Cross Hall of the White House, and Donald Trump stepped up to the microphone.

What followed was a mercifully short speech, given Trump’s penchant for blathering on for hours, but over a rambling twenty minutes, America’s Commander-in-chief managed to do everything except answer a single one of the questions the world was holding. The war was nearing completion, he said. The core objectives were almost achieved. But then - almost in the same breath - he said he would hit Iran extremely hard over the next two to three weeks and bring them back to the stone ages, where they belong. He threatened to bomb Iran’s power plants and target its oil infrastructure - a blatant war crime.

Trump offered no endgame and no diplomatic pathway. No answer to the closure of the Strait of Hormuz holding the entire global economy by the throat, except to say that other countries could sort that out for themselves. “Go to the strait and just take it,” he said. “Protect it, use it for yourselves.” It all sounded very much like the Trump “grab them by the p*ssy” doctrine that started this global nightmare over a decade ago. If you want something, you just go grab it, to hell with the cost.

While the allies telegraphed clearly that they wanted an end to his war, Trump made it clear - as clear as a mad king can - that what he wanted was more war and more escalation, consequences be damned. As the allies left the war room he was locking the door behind them, while outside, the Libra Full Moon hung in the sky above the White House, holding up her scales, watching. She has seen enough.

The Presidential Paranoia Purge

If Trump’s rambling speech was his declaration of intent, then what came next was preparation for carrying it out. A president cannot wage the kind of war Trump described at that podium with people around him who might hesitate, question, push back, or apply the brakes, which is likely why Trump spent the days that followed removing obstacles from his path, quietly, one by one.

Having already given Kristi Noem the boot last week, Attorney General Pam Bondi was the next to go, making her the second Cabinet member to be replaced in as many months. She hadn’t executed on his vision apparently, and hadn’t moved fast enough against his enemies. Despite the fact that she dismantled the Justice Department's independence from the White House, fired prosecutors who had worked the Capitol riot cases, gutted the public corruption unit, and oversaw the Epstein files coverup, she hadn't, in Trump's view, delivered, so his personal defence attorney across multiple criminal trials - Todd Blanche - would take her place as interim AG. Blanche immediately declared that "the Department of Justice has now released all the files with respect to the Epstein saga,” even though Congress has already identified that millions of pages are missing. Bondi is already potentially in breach of the Epstein Files Transparency Act, and now Blanche may become criminally liable too.

Perhaps even more concerning than Trump’s purge of his Cabinet was the gutting of senior uniformed officers in the US Army that took place this week, seemingly as Defense Secretary’s own paranoid response to concerns his head may be next on Trump’s chopping block.

General Randy George, Chief of Staff of the United States Army was asked to retire immediately - a West Point graduate, a veteran of the Gulf War, Iraq and Afghanistan, a man with four decades of service who had spent the last two years modernising the Army for the conflicts of the future - was dismissed with no reason given. He survived the first wave of Hegseth’s military purges in early 2025, but not this one.

His replacement was General Christopher LaNeve - a man who was only a two-star general two years ago, who spent time as Hegseth’s personal military aide, and who first caught the administration’s attention when he dialled into Trump’s inauguration party from a military base in South Korea to offer his personal congratulations to the new president on his election victory. That phone call, it turns out, was the credential that qualified LaNeve to now command the United States Army.

Two other generals went with George - General David Hodne, who had been overseeing the Army Transformation and Training Command was removed, and Major General William Green, the Army’s chief of chaplains, was also fired, weeks after Hegseth announced he wanted military chaplains to focus more on God and less on what he called therapeutic self-help. Green, a Baptist minister decorated with the Legion of Merit and the Bronze Star, did not apparently represent the right kind of God.

Since taking office, Hegseth has removed more than a dozen generals and admirals, including the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff and the Chief of Naval Operations, with multiple sources inside the administration telling the New York Post that this week’s firings were triggered by Hegseth’s paranoia about losing his job. The target of his fear appears to be Army Secretary Dan Driscoll, a close personal friend of JD Vance, who by all accounts would be the natural successor should Hegseth fall. Growing increasingly paranoid, Hegseth’s been identifying everyone perceived to be close to Driscoll and removing them, which is why General George - Driscoll's closest ally inside the Army - was the first to go.

At a time when the Pentagon is reportedly drawing up detailed plans for ground operations inside Iran, with 50,000 American troops already in the Middle East, and two Marine Expeditionary Units and elements of the 82nd Airborne Division on their way, the machinery of war is being stripped of every voice that might urge caution, because the former Fox News host Trump put in charge of the American military is worried he might lose his job.

In a week where a missing American service member spent days being hunted by Iranian authorities before being rescued after their F-15E fighter jet was shot down, and two Blackhawk helicopters searching for the downed F-15E were also hit - even though Trump told the world Iran’s radar was “100% annihilated” and Hegseth declared complete air superiority - command of the United States Army is being ripped from experienced hands and given to a general whose primary qualification was a congratulatory phone call.

This is what unchecked power actually looks like in practice, when the safeguards are gone and what remains is a president with no one left to tell him no, tens of thousands of troops awaiting further orders from an Army now commanded by a loyalist, in a war with no endgame, under a sky that is about to change.

The Fire in the Sky

As the war in the airspace over Iran moves ominously closer to a war on the ground, the sky overhead grows more anomalous each day as seven planets prepare to stack up in the sign of Aries, the first sign of the zodiac. Aries is the point of ignition, the spark before the flame, the moment before thought becomes action. It is the sign of the pioneer and the warrior, the sign that does not wait for permission - it does not calculate consequences or pause to ask whether the road ahead is safe. It moves because moving is what it does and it acts because action is its nature. It is fire in its most primal form - the kind that clears a forest to make way for what comes next.

Saturn, Neptune, Chiron and the Sun are already in Aries right now, and Mars moves in this week before Mercury and the Moon join later in two weeks time. Seven planets in Aries, in the sign of ignition, in the middle of a war, with thousands of troops in the field, ground forces moving toward the region, and a president and his men clearing the command structure of everyone who might tell them no.

There is no modern historical precedent for this concentration of planetary energy in this sign at this moment. If significance is measured by rarity, then this is as rare as it gets.

Each planet carries its own unique energy, and when they gather in one sign, those frequencies amplify each other, each one intensifying the next, all of them channelled through the same elemental nature. In Aries, that nature is fire, initiation, and force, and the refusal to wait. Seven planets in Aries is like seven voices in one room all saying the same word at the same volume at the same time, in the sign that was already the loudest voice in the zodiac. The world will feel this even if it never looks up.

That’s what’s behind Trump’s speech to the nation this week, and his warmongering, and the firings, and the troops moving. It’s what’s behind the machinery of decision being stripped of its counterweights and pointed toward something enormous. That is Aries energy arriving before its formal ingress - the pressure building in the pipes before the valve is opened.

Mars crossing the threshold into Aries this Thursday is that valve opening, but the pressure builds to full release by April 19, when Mars meets Saturn in Aries exactly - the planet of force meeting the planet of consequence, while five other planets huddle nearby.

The sky has seen this sequence before. When we look back across the Mars-Saturn conjunctions in Aries of the past, we see that this configuration has a signature - it always shows up when the architecture of restraint fails, and force moves without friction into the space left behind.

This is a conjunction that has defined some of the most consequential and most devastating moments in modern history, and it’s arriving in Aries now at the precise moment when the man waging a reckless war with no institutional constraints feels backed into a corner without a clear off ramp.

The Warrior and the Reckoning

Mars and Saturn don’t meet in Aries often. They haven’t met there at all this century, and only five times in the last, but each time they have, the world has certainly felt it.

The last time they met in Aries was on April 2 1998, when the world was mid-Kosovo crisis, with NATO debating military intervention, while on the other side of the world, India and Pakistan were on the brink of nuclear exchange. But as the world held its breath, the Good Friday Agreement that ended decades of conflict in Northern Ireland was signed, which shows the real flavour of this conjunction - force and resolution, war and peace, catastrophe averted and catastrophe still building, all arriving simultaneously. It does not produce simple outcomes, but moments of maximum pressure in which the decisions made have consequences that ripple outward for decades.

But in retrospect, 1998 was a relatively contained expression of what this conjunction is capable of. In February 1938, Mars and Saturn met in Aries as Hitler was executing what became known as the Blomberg-Fritsch Affair - dismissing his most senior generals, dissolving the War Ministry entirely, and assuming personal command of the Wehrmacht. The men most likely to push back or tell him he was making mistake were all removed, and in their place, Hitler appointed compliant loyalists, forging an unobstructed path between one man’s will and the machinery of war. Six weeks after the conjunction, Austria fell and the Anschluss began, and what followed, the world can never forget. That 1938 conjunction serves as the sky’s warning of what happens when institutional constraint on war-making is removed and a single will is handed the machinery of force with nothing left to slow it down.

When Mars and Saturn met in Aries again in March 1968, what that conjunction presided over was not the architecture of catastrophe but its human cost arriving at ordinary doorsteps. The My Lai Massacre - the killing of hundreds of unarmed Vietnamese civilians by US forces, a war crime that would not become public for another year, but that happened, in the dark, under that sky. President Lyndon Johnson announced at the end of that month that he would not seek re-election - broken by a war he could not win and could not end - and in the weeks and months that followed, the full weight of what military overreach costs arrived in the living rooms and front porches of ordinary American families when the bodies came home, and so did the grief and the reckoning.

These are the sky’s record of what the Mars-Saturn energy has produced when it has gathered in Aries before, though we have never before seen it with so many other planets moving through the same fire.

As we approach yet another convergence on April 19, it seems fitting and perhaps unwittingly prescient that humanity yet again reached for the stars in search of meaning this week with the launch of Artemis II, as if somewhere in our bones we knew the sky held a map to guide our path, so we took a rocket to try and retrieve it. But no rocket is required - we just need to look up. The guidance we seek is written among the stars, allowing us to know the terrain ahead so we can move through it with our eyes wide open.

If fear is a lack of knowing, then by looking up, we can allow our hearts to understand what our minds do not yet know, and move forward more prepared, with less need to feel afraid.

The King Amidst the Flames

While the sky is warning us of the fiery path ahead, it is also offering us assurance that this is the very fire that will hold those who lit the flames to account, and none more so than the man in the White House who lit the match.

Donald Trump does not make it through this fire unscathed, at least not in the way he has survived everything else - not with his fog machine running and his performance intact, not with the rules seeming not to apply to him the way they apply to everyone else. That particular form of survival is ending, precisely because of what he is doing right now, under the watchful eye of the two planets that called time on the old world Trump presides over, just a few weeks ago.

Saturn and Neptune - the two planets that met at 0° Aries on February 20th for an unprecedented conjunction that marked a civilisational hinge point - are now moving into position over Trump’s own chart. The same mechanism that seeded the global reset is now turning its full weight on the man who most completely embodies the era that is ending.

Right now, Saturn - the planet that cuts through fog - is in exact opposition with Trump’s Neptune; his smoke machine, the single most powerful placement in his birth chart, the astrological mechanism that has allowed charges never to stick, evidence never to land the way it should, and the normal rules of consequence to seem not to apply to him. Saturn doesn’t negotiate with Neptune - it simply keeps demanding reality until reality is all that’s left. At the same time, Neptune is preparing to make the same opposition, converging on the same degree as Saturn from the same direction, hitting the same target at once, and bringing Trump face to face with his own illusions. The man who built a career on constructed reality is being asked by the sky to look at what is actually there - the unvarnished truth - and it ain’t a pretty picture.

What this looks like from the outside is what we are already watching: the unhinged statements, the 3am spirals, the ranting, the rambling, the gap between the performance and the person widening in ways that are becoming impossible to manage. It looks like a body count far higher than anything being publicly reported, and an American government ordering the indefinite blackout of all commercial satellite imagery over Iran, because when you can't control what's happening on the ground, you control what people can see from the sky. The wheels have been wobbling, audibly, for months, but they’re about to come off entirely.

Even now Saturn’s doing its work, as Trump largely vanished from public view after his low-energy speech to the nation on Wednesday, with the White House calling a “lid” on Good Friday at 4pm, and then again at 11am on Saturday. Trump didn’t go to Mar-a-Lago for the weekend as usual - he stayed in Washington amidst reports of road closures near Walter Reed, prompting the White House to issue a definitive denial regarding any presidential hospital visit. But the president’s public schedule for Easter Sunday has raised eyebrows, suspiciously showing no public appearances or meetings planned for the man in charge of an escalating war who stayed at work for the weekend.

But though Trump disappeared, his social media account remained active through the weekend, issuing all caps threats against Iran - “Remember when I gave Iran ten days to MAKE A DEAL or OPEN UP THE HORMUZ STRAIT. Time is running out - 48 hours before all Hell will reign down on them. Glory be to GOD!” Critics noted that even though it was characteristically misspelled - it’s rain, not reign - the tweet didn’t sound like Trump, especially the “Glory be to GOD!” which is more like Pete Hegseth’s Christian holy war language than Trump’s. The man whose entire brand is his mouth has gone silent, while someone else appears to be holding the pen.

This is Saturn rattling the wobbly wheels of Trump’s chart, squaring his natal Mercury, that rules his voice and his words, grabbing it by the throat and demanding silence. And into that silence steps Neptune, already building toward the same degree from the same direction, filling the void with something that sounds like him but isn't. The borrowed voice, and the smoke where the man used to be; the gap between the performance and the person, growing wider than it has ever been.

By July 4 - America’s 250th birthday - Trump’s fog machine fails completely as Mercury retrograde hits his natal Venus, the planet of image, money, and the performance of wealth. The curtain drops, his financial mythology is reviewed, and his constructed reality meets the unvarnished one. At the same time a Mars-Uranus conjunction hits the United States chart at its revolutionary core - the same frequency that drove ordinary people to pick up muskets against a king the last time it fired - and lands directly on the destiny point of the sitting Vice President.

The sky does not name the mechanism - it doesn’t point to impeachment or the 25th Amendment. Mars-Uranus does not produce committee meetings or strongly-worded letters - it produces the moment when enough people, all at once, decide they have had enough, and move. We saw a Mars-Uranus conjunction in January 2021, when Trump supporters stormed the Capitol trying to reverse an election through physical force - holding onto power from below in the king’s name. On America's 250th birthday, we see the inversion of that: the people turning the frequency of revolutionary energy back against the king. The same celestial signature, but pointed in the opposite direction, as the sky shows a king whose fog machine fails, a nation that remembers what it was built to be, and a man waiting in the wings whose fated moment arrives on the same day the throne cracks.

The fire that is coming for the world in April is also the mechanism by which the Trump story comes to an end. The conjunction that has preceded the removal of institutional constraint before - in 1938 and 1968 - has also, every time, preceded the reckoning that follows. The overreach always generates its own correction, the only question is how much is lost in the space between the action and its consequence arriving.

The Heartbreak, and the Turning of the Tide

As we step further into fiery April, for many of us it is going to feel very much like the end of the world. The noise will grow loud in the days ahead, and some of what we will see going on around us may prove genuinely frightening.

Let this be your reminder that this is not the end of the world. It is just the end of A world - the old world - the one that ran on fear, domination and extraction, that Saturn and Neptune called time on when they converged in Aries in February. This is the end of the Age of the Mind, an era where we could think our way through life rather than feeling. That way of doing things is coming to an end, and something new is about to begin.

The Age of the Mind ran on institutions, and was organised around the belief that structures - legal, military, diplomatic, democratic - were what stood between civilisation and its worst impulses. Right now, that belief is being disproved in real time - our institutions were never actually the protection we thought they were, they were just the mind’s attempt to contain what the heart had never fully processed. They held the shape of the world together for a while, but now they’re failing, and the mind is terrified, because it built those structures to keep itself safe and it doesn’t know how to exist without them.

But the heart knows, and it always has.

The heart - the soul, the deepest part of us - has never depended on the old world’s architecture to know its own safety. It is eternal and cannot be harmed, so it’s not afraid of this moment the way the mind is. It has always understood what the mind could never calculate - that we are more than just this body and this brain, and that what is falling right now is making way for something better to rise.

Saturn and Neptune planted a seed in Aries on February 20, and that seed does not care what is happening above ground. Seeds respond to what is in the earth beneath them, and right now, every disruption, every fallen structure, and every institution that could not hold is composting into the soil that seed is growing in.

In the coming days, weeks, months and years we will watch the old world - the one we and all our ancestors grew up in - fall and crumble and dissolve until all that is left is ash and cinders. That is the compost in which the new world will grow; the cleared ground upon which the Age of the Heart will rise, and we will build that new world - brick by brick, together - in every moment we choose coherence over fear, and each time we refuse to let the chaos above ground convince us that we are separate, competing, or alone.

As we watch that old world fall, we may feel a sense of heartbreak, but this is not our hearts actually breaking, for nothing eternal can ever be broken. What is breaking is our mind, as it struggles to hold this new frequency that was never meant for the mind in the first place. We call the sensation “heartbreak” because that’s what the mind called it whenever it felt overwhelmed or beyond its limits - the mind knew it would lose its dominance if it redirected the full weight of our feelings to the one place fit to hold them, so it blamed our heart, as if it was weak, as a way of getting us to back off from the depth of feeling it knew it could not contain.

But since Saturn and Neptune planted the new seed in the ground, the mind has lost its battle for supremacy. The Age of the Mind is over, and this is not heartbreak, but mind-break, as we realise the heart was never broken - it’s the only part of us capable of holding the full weight of this moment. The heart is the safest place from which to navigate what comes next, with both feet firmly planted deep in the soul, in the part of us that remembers why we came here in the first place - into this body, into this being, to be here to witness this moment, at the turning of the tide.

If you feel like your mind cannot hold one more thing - like your brain is struggling to make sense of what’s going on right now - then that’s exactly right for this moment. The new energy that’s rising cannot be metabolised by the mind - only by the heart - and that feeling of overwhelm is the mind finally admitting defeat and at last opening the door to the heart. Step through - it’s warm inside, and safe, and the best place from which to ride out the coming storm.

We walk forward together, anchored in our hearts, not scrambling around trying to stop what’s coming - like people standing on the shore trying to stop a tsunami with our bare hands - but steered through stillness to know the next right step. May we be tuned, in the silence, to the whisper of the heart, guiding us to the higher ground from which we can watch the coming drama unfold from a birds-eye view; not caught up in the chaos, but able to witness it from the eagle’s perch - safe, still, clear and grounded.

The world needs people who are steadied like that right now - it serves nobody for us to all collapse with what is collapsing, or to drown alongside the drowning. Someone has to bed in the energy of this new world, and water the seed, and call forth what is trying to rise. We can choose to scream at the dying world, or midwife the one that’s blooming, but we cannot do both. We have to choose.

Yes, this moment is mind-breaking, but it is also heart-activating, and of course it is, as we stand at the dawn of the Age of the Heart. May we not be lost in fear and dread as we walk the path that lies before us, but may we go forth boldly knowing that our steps are guided with love from the skies above.

The seed of the new world is real.
The map for the path ahead is in the sky.
And we walk through what comes next together.

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See you next Sunday, friends. Until then, have COURAGE, and stay kind, stay fierce, and stay human.

Onwards!