Confessions of a libra

Artist: Ruth Fitton. I do not own this image.

14.04.2025

It’s hard to be an enigma, believe me. While I feel my deepest calling is to be an open book, an open vessel from which to learn and teach alike…I do suffer from the urge to run away from the spotlight. The thing that garners me fame and intrigue is the very thing that garners me hate and gossip. I made a pact with myself as an early teen, to live and be authentic. Yet my perceptiveness betrays you. I can tell in your eyes when you believe that I could never be so kind. I can tell in your tone that you believe that my kindness is a weakness. I laugh loud and hearty, appearing to have my defences lowered. I share freely because I have already plumed the depths of my subconscious. Healed long-buried traumas with laser precision. I share to build community and because I believe it is important for us all as a collective.

I believe that access to me is a privilege. A privilege few have ever earned and rarely for a sustained period of time. Having recently ended a friendship due to a psychic intuitive download, so many people try and get away with doing things because they don’t think you know or will ever find out. Luckily for me as the religious folk say, I am blessed and HIGHLY favoured. Whether I dream it or someone tells me, drama pertaining to me finds it’s way back to my ears. It explains my processing time with understanding who belongs by my side and who should forge their own path. This year is the year of Reckoning and I trudge my way through with greater spiritual armour, and greater trust in self. I don’t care to ever explain myself ever again. For those who wish to misunderstand me, my heart and my intentions – you can continue ad nauseam while I, move forward to what I know awaits me. Everything good that finds me is because I have worked very hard to be deserving of goodness. I wish for everyone to find their own joy and authentic expression. Just not at the expense of mine.