3/24 Understanding Wisdom

Today’s  Mathematics for March 24th (3/24):
Understanding the Wisdom of being born into the Freedom of Culture.

• Today’s  Mathematics for March 24 (3/24):

  is Understanding the Wisdom Cipher

  the Wisdom (3) of Understanding (2) being born into Culture/Freedom (4)
  → 3 + 2 + 4 = 9 → Born

  • Wisdom (3) is the wise application of knowledge—it moves, acts, builds. It’s the voice of experience, the lens of discernment.

  • Understanding (2) is the crystal clarity of the mind’s eye. It’s how you see the meaning behind what is.

  • Culture/Freedom (4) is the manifestation of how you live—your ways, actions, and the principles that shape your reality. True culture is freedom because it’s self-defined.

  
  You act with wisdom, see with understanding, and live your truth.

  The sum is 9 (Born)—the highest single digit in the Supreme Mathematics, the point where the seed becomes form. It means completion, culmination, and the birth of something real.

  Today is a day to bring forth. What you’ve learned, seen, and lived is now ready to take shape. Let your culture give birth to something divine.

Today's Sagittarius Horoscope from Cafe Astrology

You might gain new ideas or insight now, dear Sagittarius, with the Sun and retrograde Mercury aligning today. 

Reviewing old ideas can lead to a positive recycling experience, as new methods can come to light that can be very important in the coming months. 

This can be a day of creative inspiration, and you might experience an epiphany of sorts about a creative or romantic matter. You are especially receptive, and this openness can bring new opportunities into your life. 

This might also have to do with new "old" opportunities, as someone from your past could reappear. Whether this happens in the flesh or in your mind, it's helpful and serves a good purpose. 

Today's conversations or the ideas you generate can be significant turning points, but it's important to keep in mind that the whole story has not yet unfolded.

Creativity: Good ~ Love: Good ~ Business: Good

Daily Journal 3/24

I’m awake and alert, despite getting a luxurious 3.5 to 4 hours of sleep. It’s not insomnia, exactly—more like my mind refusing to clock out with the rest of me.

We’re coming up on the end of the second month since I resigned from my 8-year position with the credit union. I haven’t missed a thing. Sure, I miss the people—in theory—but I’d already been working from home for the past year or so. I hadn’t seen anyone regularly then, and I’m not seeing anyone now. The only real difference is that now there's zero expectation of interaction. Somehow that feels more honest.

I’m not terribly "peopley" anyway, so I’m not exactly weeping over the lack of company. What I am feeling—perhaps more than I expected—is the absence of demand on my time.

It’s a strange thing to miss. Time, after all, is the one thing we claim to want more of—until it shows up, unscheduled and unstructured, staring at us blankly.

And that’s what’s keeping me from the sweet, untroubled sleep of the unworried. I’m worried—not about rest, but about this shift. About becoming sedentary, low-aiming, a man who once had momentum.

I’ve been here before. Major life change, check. I’d moved back from NYC and took over the apartment my mother had lived in for five years prior. I then lived there for the next fifteen. When I first moved in, I had no job, no obligations—just me, my thoughts, and my art.

I was an artist then too, but let’s say I didn’t exactly "apply myself." That’s where the emotional bruise began. I wasted my talents. Or at least, that’s how it felt. I lived alone and was just as socially isolated as I am now—again, completely by choice.

Large social circles have never been my thing. I prefer an entourage of two, maybe three. Big crowds look glamorous on television, sure. But in real life, they’re often just a group therapy session with snacks.

What I’m trying to do now is different. I’m aiming to actually use my artistic gifts this time. To stay active. I feel like I’ve been granted a chance to rewrite those old chapters—to revisit the pain-points of my past and try again.

This—whatever this is—is part of that process. Every morning, after I’ve spent an hour avoiding the day (not really avoiding it, more… circling it cautiously), I get up. I hesitate to start the day not because I’m lazy, but because I’m still half-expecting it to morph into another corporate horror story.

The horror story being… that they’re still out there.

I don’t want to be sedentary. I want to use my creative powers for good, not tuck them away for some company’s quarterly gain. I don’t want to fall back into the employment trap and wake up in another dead-end job, helping a company meet its bottom line while sacrificing all of mine.