We as a collective group of light masters with planetary forgetfulness are at a spirited point of reinterpretation concerning what we hold and know to be truth, what was given to Earth as truth, and the deepest truth that once lived in our DNA. We as humans just do not know what to think about anything anymore. The airwaves are full of static, satellite phones buzz, our spidey senses are “on mute,” and nature is not saying a word. The earthiness of this month smells of moss and fallen trees, and all elements are quiet. There are so many profound truths interlaced with more bull than the month of Taurus can shovel. Walk through the forest of self with a light footstep and reverence, and listen to the sound we cannot hear but can taste.