The ‘week’ is a superficial construct. It’s not entirely natural, though maybe not ill intentioned.
7 days in a cycle, multiplied by 4 cycles a month. Months ‘swagger’ back and forth to compensate.
The “alternative” (/s) to this manmade time-container is a more natural cycle of the moon. Something real and physical, visible and consistent.
Like a clock, it starts new and empty, slowly waxing to a first quarter. Energy manifests and dances in the 5th dimension, waiting to cross over. A trial of one self declares a decision be made – a culmination of intent vs. the demons within battle for the prize of dominating the next phase.
Building toward a beautiful climax gives a boost to those who have prepared correctly, or were lucky, or both… a hairpin turn throws a curveball in the name of fear and doubt and obligation. It also hurls a ball of energy toward positivity.
No drug compares to the germination of the seed you have sowed.