Libra 17

Consciousness is like the wrappings of the mummy – it contains and confines the dream self. Dreams have a life of their own, and are intent on living it, and when any focus we try to maintain is too denying of dreams they eventually blur the edges, loosen the moorings and undermine our logic and objectivity so that they may find room in which to grow and unfold.

You automatically and instinctively move toward those places where what was lost and what needs to be healed and reintegrated into the self is waiting for redemption. All relationships have a way of magnetizing to themselves what they need for the sake of evolution, and you have an instinctive knowing of how to give in to this.