We rise from the ashes with the flames of the Phoenix, guiding us toward a new chance. A treasure trail of deaths remain behind, disintegrating as we aim for the dawn. Those deaths have led us here, and we stand new, raw, open. Smoke bellows from our wings as we enter the kingdom of stardom, and we have no other option but to soar to new dimensions.
It is our charge this week to be sure to allow space for the new to enter. Often when we stand at the threshold of a new dawn we are tempted to run back to the known, and find false comfort in rotting flesh. We must know that this impulse is fueled by fear, and anything fueled by fear is simply an illusion. The devil is a tricky fellow that presents images of what we think we want. He feeds us soup laced with regret, making us believe that we have failed, and are not worthy of this new expanded view.
This week is the moment to refuse the trickster, and use our fire fueled wings to ascend to our destiny. Faith is the antidote to the poison of illusion. Risk is the only way into the kingdom. I say to you on this fine new day that every single ounce of you deserves this acclaim, this fortune, these new wings. Use them to champion your purpose, and know that you are held in the heavens.
May we leap through love filled bounds, and allow ourselves to know joy intimately.
**card image from the Wisdom of the Hidden Realms Oracle Deck