THE HANGED MUSE TAROT MESSAGE

“Freedom to swing, sweet Universe?”
Freedom Granted.
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Yes! Pause time! She floated up to the top of the world, and hooked her knees around the timeline of life. Choosing a moment to sit with and swing with, she began to rock back and forth as she let out a huge sigh. So huge, it almost sounded like a mountain shifting. She was long overdue for this pause, and things below, in the right-side-up of her life… things had been gaining a great deal of out-of-control-ness, as of late. With a deep breath in, she sank into her timelessness to just enjoy this moment. This gift.
Full flow.
Deep breathing. A disconnected stop. And she let go of trying to control it all… she surrendered to the swing of the Universe and she allowed the truth to float to the surface.
And she promised herself, like all of the other times she would swing, that whatever wisdom she was gifted here would be wisdom that she would act upon. That was the only way that the insights would keep arriving. For in this position, above the mountain of the all-seeing eye, is where she would gain true perspective. Everything always looked so different up here, in this bird’s-eye view of her life. She shifted her range and looked out over her many-years-view. The long game. The things she cannot control… now, then, nor ever. She looked out over the view that belongs to others, and not to her. This flipped way of seeing the world always gave her knowledge beyond her own imagination. It made her realize that she was encased in her own suit of stories that was fashioned by her own perceptions. She realized that she was living in this suit without questioning her own reality… without questioning her ability to change her thinking. “One more swing,” she thought, “One more loosening of my mind, to let go of what I think I know.” She breathed in the beauty of the new, and felt her heart expand with new patterns of being and thinking. And with a final stretch she grew into something else. Something bigger. Better. And the wisdom flowed.