Becoming an Astro-NOT

Nanu-Nanu

When I was a little girl, I wanted to be an astronaut.

The propaganda was ripe with the fantasy of being swept away. The cosmic fairytale mirrors the tales of a prince coming to rescue a princess, or a savior saving you from having found your courage and do things yourself.

When symbolism is not explained or understood it roots in a child’s mind like inverted magic never preparing one for the darkness and hardships one will face on the hero’s journey…and the heroine’s.

Fantasy overrides imagination and women hope for special day of ceremony after being whisked away from the worries of the world.

But without inner alchemy, emotional intelligence and greater self-awareness – knowing thyself – the fantasy wears off and the real work begins, to which most aren’t ready for…because they were sold a bill of lies, just like the Blue Origin Launch which is a bunch of Bull, I mean Bol, I mean Ba’al…I mean, shhhh.

When women finally realize subconsciously this is never going to happen, they have a choice to face reality and become sovereign, happy with the Divine plan, even if that is one of solitude or sometimes this means walking into the trap set for them of false feminism, hyper independent toxicity and a lack of trust in the unseen, the cosmic mystery available to them, as real women showing up as themselves and not trying to be men, be like men, be an afront to men.

These women astro-nots are a mockery of the feminine, not the embodiment or empowerment of her. We get it, you rode a phallus upward to the sky, but never mentioned the elephant in the room.

False celebrity idols flying in a penis shaped rocket to nowhere for a publicity stunt aimed at indoctrinating little girls into a grave distortion of the Divine feminine.

Celebrity idols pretending to orbit the plane of our beautiful realm, while performing a poorly crafted ritual of sleight of hand, black magic, and shouting symbolism.

For the little girls out there, and the little me of the past, may you be shielded from the upside down and find beauty in the true esotericism of our sky.

These women are a disgrace…astro-naughty devils in slimy blue suits. They want you to think that they went to space and that you can too…because if you don’t know where you are standing, you’ll always be spinning away from heaven, from a clear “head” - pun intended….and caught in the trap of a fantasy haven where mother earth’s table is used like a dark fairy fable.

It’s so dumb and deceitful. Remember, when the media makes a spectacle out of something it’s because they are diverting your attention to something or away from it…and it’s never for good…and this certainly wasn’t about celebrating the wild essence of true femininity.

You must look beneath the surface. Even if they flew in that thing it definitely probably didn’t go any higher than a skydiver preparing to take a jump. All the weird things others have covered I will not bother re-hashing.

These expensive stunts and Jetson-like innuendo’s always are mocking the very people that celebrate them as idols…and that’s why I’m pointing it out…because I once idolized a lie too…a false mentor, only seemingly a bit more real than Santa…these things don’t create genuine imaginative exploration, but plant false ideals and notions to trap little brains in the land of make-believe…where they become controllable, lost, adults…they grow up and wonder where the magic went…because they weren’t shown it in the natural…that which resides in the deeper wisdom of our being.

I get it, even Santa has both positive and negative symbolism, there are unknown’s and that’s ok, but I can observe what I see. And what it seems to me is these “shows” are targeting malleable dreams of little girls and it’s easy to see how many adults are still captured from the fake moon-landing and misunderstanding of the clock that turns the sky.

How can children understand what’s real versus what’s a movie when they are thrust into the illusion, into the inversion, with no one showing them the power in the stillness of our Mother Earth? When they are told this is what they should aspire to be, when immorality is painted in pretty costumes and sold as truth? It builds confusion, not clarity.

May the real magic return…the kind where the elemental fairies are heard under tall trees and groves of flowering wonder…the kind that invokes the inner wisdom and the innocent hope of play and joy…the kind that invites dreamy nights staring into the luminaries of the night sky in a sort of dance of understanding…where the real light of life glows and the fireflies show us how to know, show us our home.

There’s so much more to this space craze, unfortunately eating freeze dried ice-cream won’t cure it and I missed my window for space-camp, though things certainly seem rather campy.

As a friend of mine says, the Space-Ball they are playing to is the space between the public’s ears. ;-) Ka-Pow!

Save the Monarch’s….butterflies that is…I really hope you get this joke.

May their rituals not work on you.

May we remember.

Nanu-Nanu,

Angela

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