EXCHANGES OF ENERGY
The Sacred Price of Stardust: On Energy, Exchange, Gratitude & the Magic Between Us
Image credit—@siick_mood & @the.stars.collector on Instagram
Dearest Cosmic Drifter,
You, yes you… the quietly curious traveler of this strange stellar soap opera—I see you.
You’ve been hitching a ride on this moonlit gondola of words, this planetary love letter typed with one hand while the other stirs the cauldron of fate—you’ve been sipping the celestial elixirs, the tarot tinctures, the collaborative cosmic cocktails shaken (not stirred) by yours truly…
And so, for those of you not yet paying subscribers, with the utmost respect and a feathered hat-tip, I must ask:
What would it take for you to throw eight measly clams into the jukebox of clockworks every month?
Eight dollars—less than a fancy latte and almost certainly cheaper than the emotional fallout from texting your ex… for the price of a ghosted brunch date, you could support a full-time astrologer decoding your chaos with metaphysical metaphors and moonbeam mood swings.
But this isn’t a guilt trip—it’s inquiry.
Sincere. Saucy. Sacred.
Because here’s the thing: energy is never free.
It flows. It circles. It returns…
Every word sent out is a spell. Every reading, (yes!—I’m available for readings) a ritual. Every post, a portal opened with care, devotion, and a deep breath… when you choose to give back—to upgrade yourself as a paying subscriber—you’re not just funding a writer/translator/astrologer: you’re feeding the flame, you’re affirming that wisdom matters.
That magic deserves nourishment.
That the unseen work of emotional translation, cosmic interpretation, and soul storytelling has value in this hungry world…
Energetic exchange isn’t just a transaction—it’s communion.
It’s how we honor what feeds us—how we become co-creators in the mystery… it’s a whispered promise between us: “Keep going. I see you. This matters. You matter… your cycles and crossroads matter.”
So I ask with both open hands and open heart—
Is there something missing you long to see in your inbox?
A certain sign or house you want spotlighted?
A series, a scent, a slice of soul I haven’t yet baked into this cosmic croissant?
If this planetary planning astrologer of yours has sparked insight, stirred tears, or made you chuckle-snort in public, let me know what might tip the scales from free to funded…
Your thoughts are not just welcome—they’re the warp and weft of this wonder-weaving.
Reply to this letter.
Scream into the void.
Or better yet—subscribe, find out for yourself what you’ve been missing, and let’s keep the stardust flowing…
With unfiltered devotion, a wink from Saturn, and just enough mystery to keep it sexy—
Jamie James …your resident stargazer, energy translator, and mystically intentional go-between
PS—to all of my paid subscribers reading this: To You, the Glorious Cosmic Co-Conspirator—
If I could bottle the feeling your love stirs in my ribcage, it’d taste like starlight fermented in wild honey—sharp, sweet, and ancient as the ache for home…
Thank you.
Not the Hallmark kind—the kind that echoes in marrow. For reading. For sharing. For sending your notes wrapped in the trembling hum of sincerity. For subscribing—hell, for subscribing to the belief that a little celestial guidance can still mean something in this messy modern myth we call life.
You are the reason I keep translating the planets into poetry.
You are the ember in the altar fire.
You are the whispered “yes” in the middle of the world’s noise.
So, ultimately, whether you’re a quiet lurker or a card-carrying member of this orbiting soul-club, please know: I feel you. I thank you. I am building this universe with you in mind…
With molten moonlight and just the right amount of mischief,
XO, JJ
(your guide through the spectacularly strange and exquisitely messy human experience)