How to Bend Life’s Road Like a Zodiac Diva—No Traffic Jam, Just Your Sassy Consent!
Added on November 2, 2025 inASTROLOGY CARDS
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Ever feel like life’s roads have more bends than a rollercoaster designed by a drunk cartographer? Well, today’s cosmic vibes suggest reality isn’t some rigid blueprint stamped in stone, but a pliable path—one you can actually nudge, twist, or straighten with a pinch of willpower and a dash of consent. Intrigued? You should be. Because I’m about to share how lifelong habit and hustle have taught me that reality bows to will, and guess what—you’ve got that power too. From teaching myself to read at four against all odds (and plenty of side-eye) to turning wild ambitions into everyday wins, I’ve got a roadmap littered with proof. So, ready to grab the steering wheel of your metaphysical journey and bend your own road? Hang tight—this isn’t just wishful thinking; it’s a livable, bendable truth. LEARN MORE.
Reality is not a fixed state to be accepted, but a negotiable condition to be shaped by will and consent. I can tell you this for sure, because I’ve been doing this all my life. I’ve just started talking about it, because I’ve just come to understand it. I understand it well and in fact, my entire life is nothing but a very long string of examples of this. I want to state this, emphatically, upfront: you can do this too. Further, you have a resident expert to teach you. That would be me.
My first recollection of willing something into being, was when I taught myself to read when I was four years old. It was very simple. My family refused to meet my incessant demands to be read to. It came to a point where all the begging in the world, would not budge a single of them. I found myself, standing against a wall, typical pouting four year old, but I was very mad. This was natural for me. I have Mars and Mercury in the 9th house. I wanted to learn. I was being blocked. I slid down the wall, with my book in my hand. I was going to cry but I was just too pissed off. This is when I said to myself, “Fine! I’ll do it myself!”
I sat there against the wall, staring at the letters, to make myself read. FOCUS. When various family members walked by trying to tell me to get up and quit sulking, death stare back, I’m sure. “I’m not sulking! I’m teaching myself to read!” When they said this was impossible, it made me more determined.
By the end of the day, I thought I could in fact, read, but didn’t know how to tell for sure. I went back to my wall, the next day and focused again. I was sure I was reading, but I wanted to be really sure, so I waited another day; this time, I sat on the side of my bed, causally, just making sure I’d not forgotten what I learned and also that I could do it, somewhere other than, against the wall!
I was definitely reading. This is when I announced, I not longer needed anyone to read to me, I would be reading myself. No one believed me, but they found out fast enough. And whenever someone asks me how I did it, I’ve always respond, “I willed it.” It irritates me, it’s taken me decades to better understand this.
Able to read, I wanted to start school, right away. My mother wouldn’t let me and I threw a conniption fit. I through a number of them, but quit when she told me it was against the law. Capricorn! I can’t break the rules… but I also cannot, not go to school, when I can read and all, so hit up my sister. She was starting second grade. I tricked her into offering her “metaphysical consent“. She solemnly agreed she would teach me everything she learned at school, each day, as soon as she got home.
My family has always taken agreements like this to be binding. My poor sister became my unwitting tutor! She couldn’t have an after-school, moment of peace until she taught me what she learned. She wanted to get away. I followed. She walked outside. I followed. “Are you sure that’s all??”
This has continued to happen continuously, throughout my life. I want to drive when I’m ten years old. I drive when I when I’m ten years old.
How did I get a job tending bar when I was fifteen years old? I stood outside the bar and told myself, I was going to in there and get the job! Then I did it.
Starting this blog and an astrology business online is another example. Suing a creep for sexual harassment when I was seventeen years old, before sexual harassment was even a thing, is still another example. I wanted to get that guy. I wanted to take him out, so I focused and I got it done, with nothing but a ten-speed bicycle and my will.
By now, you may be thinking of things that you willed into being. If so, good! Then you know you can do this. The idea then is to hone your skills, and learn more about this, at least that’s the approach I’d take. Because there are consequences that come along with this.
You may have to consent to some action or responsibility to get the the road to bend. This is my view: if you offer your metaphysical consent and then renege, you’re going to have a hard time getting things to go your way in the future. Er… you can’t be trusted!
Evil people bend the road all the time. People like me, bend it back, every day. For example a client is doing down the tubes over something that was said or done to them. I come in and straighten their road and they’re off.
You have to consent to this, by the way. That’s another post I’m intending to write. No one can bend your road, without your consent. That right there, is how I managed to be raised as I was, yet walk away with my self esteem.
Does this resonate?
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