You are getting to where you need to be, but you're still not there. You have a good share of the raw materials you will require to accomplish your goal, but as of yet you don't have enough of the structure that will make everything work. The in-between state you're inhabiting reminds me of a passage from the author Elias Canetti: "His head is made of stars, but not yet arranged into constellations." Your next assignment, Virgo, is to see what you can do about coalescing a few constellations.

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Imagine that the whole world belongs to you. The birch trees in New Hampshire's White Mountains are yours, and so are the cirrus clouds in the western sky at dusk and the black sand on the beaches of Hawaii's Big Island. You own everything, my dear sovereign -- the paintings in all the museums of the world, as well as the Internet and the wild horses and the eight-lane highways.

Please take good care of it all, OK? Be an enlightened monarch who treats your domain with reverent responsibility. And make sure you also enjoy the full measure of fun that comes with such mastery. Glide through life as if all of creation is yearning to honor and entertain you.
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The preceding oracle comes from my book, PRONOIA Is the Antidote for Paranoia: How the Whole World Is Conspiring to Shower You with Blessings.