Confessions of a libra

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25.05.25

The role of a sacred scribe is simple. Be a conduit for spirit. Document to awaken, not to entertain. Softly guide the hearts of the lost but noble. Emit frequencies that accelerate timelines, smashes some apart, rebuilds and reimagines. The goal is to elevate. Elevate the consciousness of the masses. It is the scribe’s duty to be discerning as to when and how information is revealed. The dead must be honoured, and so must the living. The thing about truth. It tastes sweet when it’s drip-fed but incredibly sickly once provided freely.

I am a bridge between realms. A message and the messenger. Adept at translating energy into neatly packaged codes. As you read you might feel things in your body. Pay attention to them. Speak to them, ask them what they might be telling you. Ask your womb if your resistance is because you sense lies or you feel inner conviction. Truths are especially hard to swallow. But no one is exempt from facing their shadow.

Humans must elevate for greed always strips us of our goodness. Most civilisations have a cycle and greed brings civilisations to heel. Humans must be reminded of their sacredness, so we can honour it in each other. We cannot assist the most disadvantaged of us from a place of ego. We cannot excavate the truth, hold it under the light and examine it with intent – when we are concerned with preserving power.

It’s too easy to be caught up in the daily grind and forget that you belong to a greater plan. Atheist or otherwise. Nothing exists in a vacuum and knowledge is power. I am a lifelong student because I accept I do not know everything. But I want to understand as much as I can so I can make decisions that are aligned with my heart. Chasing your dreams doesn’t always look like chasing a high-powered position at a multinational corporation. It can look like living in a convenient one-bedroom flat close to the beach because your spirit lives for a beachy sunrise. You might volunteer on Saturdays to clean up rubbish in different parts of your city. The fae will thank you, I promise you that.

My words are never wasted. Even when you cannot understand why your third eye suddenly buzzes under the weight of my words. Even when you don’t notice that your breath has caught, your pulse quickens with excitement. Never underestimate the power my words have on your courage. You read my words and you feel a call. Some answer with pride, expectantly. Others cower and go make comments about how I’m too much.

You don’t need to read my entire bibliography to understand me. You don’t even need it to understand yourself. My goal has always been to plant the seed. If you know me in real life you will see me having publicly debated men about their beliefs. I have caused anxiety in women, watching me look a man in the eye and explain the basis of his beliefs.

It is my duty as a Libra (think Saturn exaltation), to gently disrupt your operating systems when they stray too far from fairness and equity. My programming doesn’t allow for ignorance and bigotry. It does not excuse it. Not in myself so certainly not in you. This is not the place to be coddled. This is the place to learn, to grow and to ascend. Those that fall away, it is not a failure upon me. The seed has been planted, my job is complete.

My transmission maybe over, but whatever you are meant to unlearn continues to find its way to you. Through mentors, lovers and children even. You can choose to exist in your mind’s reality where nothing means anything and we should all just learn to relax. It doesn’t change that the universe will continue to send doors like me that you can walk through.

I awoke at 5am to be able to write this. I awoke with a knowing that I must write about the role of a sacred scribe. It is not merely to teach you that sexy can be holy. That’s just the fun part. May your ancestors find in you, a willing vessel for growth and change. If the system hasn’t made you feel rich from the inside out, dismantle it. Re-imagine it. Dare to believe in your autonomy. Dare to believe in yourself as an agent of change. Flow with the current no one else recognises, and life will bless you in ways your eyes are too young to see.