Twinning is Winning
Everything You Want to Know for this Gemini Season
It’s Gemini season! And you know what that means. Time for a celebration! With vaccinations readily available and covid in life’s rear view mirror, now is the perfect time to throw an extravagant birthday bash. Or go out, see some new faces and get some exhilarating news. Embrace your inner butterfly and be social. You deserve to let your hair down and cut loose after this pandemic. As a Gemini, you need movement, change and spontaneity. Without it you get fidgety and bored way too easily. Ain't nobody got time for that!
Now everybody knows Geminis have a bad rep, but little do they know that with two faces you have twice the personality. You were born for the spotlight. So show the world your whimsical wit. But with great power comes great responsibility. Having both light and dark sides, it's best to find your inner twin. Why? Because twinning is winning baby! Learning to recognize both aspects of yourself, the good and the not so much. One way to do this is by curbing your sarcasm. A little sarcasm doesn’t do much harm. But if left unchecked it can be taken the wrong way, especially with the infamous Mercury in retrograde. Your remarks could be misinterpreted as too dry, cold, or harsh to people that don’t know you well. Try keeping conversations light and on an upbeat, positive note to display your gentle sense of humor. Along the same lines, rumors can easily circulate. If something doesn’t sound right, listen to your gut or intuition. Don’t think twice about checking the facts, or getting advice.
It’s toward the end of May and June 2021, and I'm predicting, it's not gonna be without its bumps in the road. But you don’t have to let that stop you. If nothing is going right, make a left honey. It’s okay to slow down every now and then, and take a detour. And who knows? Maybe you’ll discover some new favorite avenue in life.
At this time, the energy accentuates the hands, arms and the lungs, for better or worse. Pay close attention to these parts and perhaps dedicate a little extra time in your day to some TLC. Try some yoga and deep breathing exercises. And make sure to laugh at yourself when you catch yourself doing hand gestures more than normal. And if you don’t take anything else away from this article other than this, wash your hands so you don’t spread any cooties!
I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve been brewing over fascinating ideas this past year. So don’t be afraid to express them by talking, what Geminis do best. But equally important, listen closely for any juicy details and feedback. Communication is all about balance, a give and take of information.
And wouldn’t we all like some more love and relationship advice in our lives. For those of you single and ready to mingle, I say when you meet that special someone that catches your eye, heed these words. Be like a butterfly, look beautiful and be hard to catch.
If your sign ever had a song/mantra it would be this. Gemini girls just wanna have fun. If it were a social media it would be Twitter. And since birds of a feather flock together, grab your favorite gal pal Aquarius, Libra, or why not, even a Sagittarius and paint the town red!
Now I will leave you with some last words of advice for this most auspicious time. Learn to embrace your flamboyantly outgoing nature, be optimistic, and try doing something new everyday. Oh! And put your phone down more so you don’t miss out on all the frivolous shenanigans!
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Ezomindus
In a valley where silence grew like silver grass, And the mountains seemed to hold their breath, There lived a soul whose name no map could claim—Ezomindus. He was no king of armies, no lord of stone halls, But a traveler of thought, a seeker of questions, A spark that refused to bow to fear or certainty. Ezomindus was born on a night When the moon hung low, swollen with mystery, And the wind whispered secrets through the cracks of the world. The elders, wise yet fearful, said, “This child will wander paths unknown, And his thoughts may burn like fire.” The stars, however, had their own counsel: “This child will wonder, And in his wondering, awaken others.” From his first breath, he listened—not just to people, But to the heartbeat beneath the soil, The rhythm of rivers carving their patient paths, The quiet ache of shadows folding over themselves. He heard the sorrow hidden inside laughter, The longing beneath simple words, The unspoken truths between two people’s eyes. While the villages built houses of brick and pride, Ezomindus built bridges of questions. “Why does the river never hold its shape?” he asked. “Why does the flame dance even as it dies?” “Why does the heart ache for what it cannot name?” His questions were neither rude nor loud; They were gentle arrows of thought, Piercing the illusions of routine and comfort. He wandered through forests older than memory, Where trees leaned close as if to hear him think. Roots twisted like ancient riddles, Leaves shimmered with the dust of forgotten stars. “Everything changes,” the trees whispered, “Even the one who asks.” Ezomindus was not afraid of change. He feared the stillness that numbed the mind. He saw cities wrapped in golden noise, People chasing shadows of approval, Running toward mirrors that reflected only themselves. He whispered to them softly, “Your chains are not iron—they are thoughts You never dared to examine.” Some laughed. Some scowled. Some left. A few felt something stir inside, A small trembling recognition of a mind not yet free. He carried no sword, yet battled storms of doubt. He climbed mountains that seemed to pierce the sky, Where air thinned into honesty, And only the purest thoughts could survive. At the summit, there was no throne, No crown, no prize—only a mirror of ice. In that mirror, he saw himself Not as hero nor as failure, But as a river of becoming. His courage and his fear flowed together, His wounds glimmered like constellations, His mind stretched out like the horizon itself. He understood at last: To conquer the world is smaller than conquering the mind. So he descended, carrying no gold, No trophies, no scrolls of fame, Only awareness. He spoke in marketplaces, empty fields, In the hush of midnight and the blaze of noon. “Do not fear the darkness,” he said. “It is the canvas upon which your light can paint.” As years passed, Ezomindus did not grow old in spirit. His eyes remained young with curiosity, His voice tender with truth. Children gathered around him, Drawn to the way he asked questions Instead of offering answers. “What is strength?” one child asked. He smiled and replied, “Strength is choosing truth Even when lies are easier, Even when the world calls for silence.” “What is freedom?” another asked. He touched the soil, the roots, the wind. “Freedom,” he said softly, “Is seeing your own thoughts Without becoming their prisoner.” “And what is love?” they asked. He paused, feeling the wind trace his weathered face. “Love,” he said, “Is the courage to let another soul breathe, To honor their mind as you honor your own, To walk beside them without claiming their journey.” Ezomindus became a legend, Not of battles won or lands conquered, But of minds awakened. He did not build empires of stone; He built awakenings, Invisible yet eternal, A revolution of thought, quiet yet unstoppable. When his final evening came, The sky blazed in amber farewell, And the valley seemed to lean closer in sorrow. He lay beneath the same moon That had watched his first breath. Around him stood those Who had once been lost in noise, Now awake to the rhythm of their own hearts. “Master,” they whispered, “What remains when you are gone?” Ezomindus looked at them, At their trembling hope, At their eyes opening wide to their own truths. “I remain,” he said, “In every thought you dare to examine, In every fear you face with courage, In every moment you wake instead of drift asleep.” His breath faded like a candle surrendering to dawn, Yet the valley did not grow silent. It hummed with awareness, Alive with the minds he had stirred. Ezomindus was never a body— He was a question set on fire, A space between impulse and reflection, A courage to look within. He was the whisper that said: Do not live asleep. Do not fear the depths of your own mind. For the greatest journey Is not across oceans or stars— It is through the vast, uncharted realm Of your own consciousness. Long after, children would trace his steps in the forest, Listening to the trees, to the rivers, Learning to see the unseen. They carried no scrolls, no crowns, Only the seed of questioning he had planted, A spark that refused to die. And so Ezomindus lives, Not in stone or story, But in every mind that dares to pause, Every heart that dares to reflect, Every soul that refuses to sleep While the world drifts blindly onward. For life is fleeting, And the noise of the world can drown the quiet, But the mind that awakens is eternal. Ezomindus taught this: To live is to be aware, To be aware is to be free, To be free is to walk the endless path Of truth, courage, and love. And somewhere, when the wind bends the silver grass And the moon hangs low like a question, A voice stirs inside the restless heart: “Do not live asleep. Do not fear your own depths. For the greatest journey Is not across oceans or stars— It is through the vast, uncharted Realm of your own mind.” Ezomindus is not gone— He is the question set on fire, The mind that will not sleep, The whisper inside every heart That chooses awareness over comfort, Courage over fear, Truth over illusion. And the valley, ever alive, Breathes on, Shimmering with the light of a mind awake.
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