Dispatch from the Wild Interior: October 30, 2020

Four of Pentacles, reversed: Nobody is who they think they are, nor is the world what we think it is. The sky is only blue because of the ocean. The mountains are only stone to give the gods somewhere to sit that would not collapse. To draw the blood up from your toes, hold your breath lightly for a very long time or hang upside down from a bar by your knees. The storm and the rollercoaster and the high velocity gyroscopic trajectory of this moment are tests of your core, checking to see if what tethers you at center will hold through what’s next. To see if you can keep your balance now, before things get truly windy and weird.