Out of order

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So, yah, I would love to tell you guys that I’ve spent my day putting the last finishing touches on the latest Libra Full Moon Deep Dive, wrapping up a draft I’ve been working on for weeks.

But I can’t really write about the phenomenon. Because the phenomenon is happening to me…in a way it never has before.

Now, anyone that knows me or has listened to me on a few podcasts knows that I’ve been through some intense spiritual shit in the past. I mean, I regrew wisdom teeth that I had previously had extracted during a pronounced kundalini awakening.

So, when I say that this is the most disorienting, time + space bending energy I’ve ever felt…well, that’s really saying something, isn’t it?

So, consider me— and TOTEM— “out of order” at the moment. You know…like a vending machine that needs a little TLC from a maintenance guy with a key.

I will circle back with my experiences around this Full Moon as soon as I’m once again capable of organizing my thoughts and putting them into cogent, linear communications. I imagine it will be illuminating, and quite possibly worth the wait.

And trust me when I tell you: I love writing on Substack. It’s kind of my favorite “task”, and I take it— and my obligation to all of you (especially you incredibly generous paid subscribers)— very seriously. So, this *break* from our usual programming is NOT a choice. Rather, it’s a natural necessity resulting from my inability to anchor my consciousness into anything worth writing…or reading.

What I’ve put together so far reads like a Jackson Pollack painting translated into English. Yah. It’s that bad.

But, it’s worth noting: being a shaman, or a psychic, or an energy worker is not always fun. For those of us that aren’t charlatans or grifters, this shit is very, very real. And for the first time in my life, I’m currently at a loss for how to process the very disruptive energies and downloads that are coming in while still “doing life” in all of the normal ways one might assume.

As of this morning, my husband effectively has a high maintenance toddler as a life partner. And no, smart asses, that isn’t actually the norm around here;) In fact, I’m kind of relied upon for being organized, present, vigilant, and quick to get in the solution. I’m typically very effective and productive, and super duper reliable to clients, friends and family.

Something about my Virgo Rising;)

But, thankfully, my other half “gets it”. He’s never experienced anything like this with me in the past because, frankly speaking, I’ve never experienced anything like this before, either. But he knows me well enough to know that my nature is such that I’d much, much rather just get shit done and carry on with the business of life in lieu of (gestures around at nothing) whatever the fuck this is.

And my husband *really* got it when he called me to check in this afternoon, immediately seeing a naked man on a bike with a sign that said, “The Rapture is Close” while waving American and French flags right when I said, “Yah, I think shit’s about to get wild.”

Where was he, you might be wondering? Oh, just driving on a main road here in Austin to get some beef tenderloin for a dinner party at a local grocery store.

And yet. Naked man. Sign about the end times. Me being nuts. All at the same time.

So, that’s where we are in time and space right now, folks.

And I’m going to go offline for a while to deal with this nasty case of the very Woo bends.

Keep your hands and feet inside of this Woo ride at all times.

-Rachel