Please Note: The Elite Fleet is Commodifying Astrology to Manifest the Good Life
What I can change is my attitude.
In my early days of sobriety, I was advised to avoid wandering around in my mind…alone. My sponsor used to say, “Between your ears is not a safe neighborhood. Don’t go in there without G-d—or a G-d of your understanding. And if you don’t have an understanding of G-d yet, bring a close friend. Preferably a sober one with at least a year of continuous sobriety.”
It’s with great pride and an overwhelming sense of accomplishment that I can say: at seven years, four months and nine days sober, countless hours with my elite fleet (my psychoanalyst, Hoffman teacher, medium and astrologer) the neighborhood between my ears is very safe. Well kept. Manicured. Affluent, even. I’ve moved on up to the East Side.
Please Note: “moved on up” is a reference to the iconic theme song for The Jeffersons, co-written and performed by Ja’Net DuBois—best known for her role as Willona Woods on *Good Times*—alongside a gospel choir. The song was born when DuBois approached producer Norman Lear about a music project. Lear, developing a show about a dry cleaner, encouraged her to write its theme. Inspired by her dream of giving her mother a comfortable retirement, DuBois crafted a song that perfectly captured the spirit of the show—and Lear loved it.
And now, for just $10 a month, I’ll share with you what was once so freely given to me. Well—not exactly free. My astrologer charges $350 an hour (time-and-a-half if I panic on a weekend), and my shrink recently upped his rate to a cool $600. The Hoffman Institute? Around $6,000 for the six-day intensive, plus another $200 an hour for “maintenance.”
“Between your ears is not a safe neighborhood…”
So let me rephrase: for just $100 a year, I’ll share what I’ve learned—and what actually works for me. If you like, I can start with my daily manifestation practice, which has reprogrammed my neuro pathways so I can move through the day like a swan. You know the image: beneath the water, my subconscious is furiously paddling those awkward webbed feet, but above, my conscious mind glides along—serene, effortless, unbothered. Regal, elegant, brows raised, smiling. Waving like a Queen.
