Bat symbolizes a metaphorical death of the old self . . .
What black roots want to take root during Winter’s coming dirge?

Planet Earth and all of Her inhabitants are going through underground
transformation – as things heat up, c’est possible to make amigos with that?

A Full Hunter’s Moon gathers a thrill of the hunt perspective
Time to adjust spiritual preparatory flight zones to weather stormy wintry mixes

Other people’s opinions are not your business
Folks will have their own perspective, so don’t make enemies or fall prey to hatred

Will the Empire’s rule by secrecy approach paradoxically expose His new clothes?

Do we want to go to World War Three with each other over our cultural differences?
How low can we go in our vibrations, not without paradoxical paranoid escalation?

Might as well let go of what dies now . . .
Because It will be reborn in Spring again

Yeah, free spirits may be born to run . . .
But we can also benefit from standing still

Today’s falling leaves sometimes color a dark attitudes about waning light . . .
Consider lifting your spirits to take flight into internal shadowy caves ahead

A personal mutable metamorphosis awakens into our collective consciousness . . .
Deeper activation of acceptance beneath skin deep superficiality is personal power!

What can you adjust inside yourself to compost stale recycled repetitive tapes
that echo a big Skunk like stink about your Being?

Meditation on personal boundaries reveals a gentle and soft approach to
standing in your own personal authority by speaking your truth respectfully

See you further up the trails,

Ari