Better Things

Tonight the song Better Things came on at the episode of a very intense tv show I was watching. It reminded me of this post and I began to tear up. Looking at where we we have travelled between the date of this post, March 13th and now, I can see that I had no idea how long or emotional this life interruption would be. But I still hope we can all realize a reality built on Better Things.

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Before composing this post I took a shower, needing to wash off all the negativity residue.

I began to ponder what I actually believe about the planet today :

” I tend to be paranoid as a Scorpio but used to be skeptical of conspiracy theories and the theorists themselves. Yet, look at the world especially since 9/11. Hey, what about before I was born like the Holocaust and all the World Wars and so on. We really have not evolved much, or is it all simulated?”

Then my thoughts drifted here :

” Matt Kahn spoke so brilliantly about why some people don’t hear their guides. I remember a workshop I took where I set aside shower time as a safe space for Spirit to be with me so be quiet and listen. ”

Then this line from a song kept repeating in my head. I could hear part…

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Brave New Earth

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Sometimes I see unfathomable beauty while dreaming. Other times I capture it digitally on my phone. I used to see it often while visiting museums or going to places like Longwood Gardens. And occasionally, I find it on TV or film. The city depicted in the new TV series Brave New World was unfathomably beautiful until it wasn’t.

When the new Peacock streaming platform announced the launching of Brave New World, I was more than excited, I was held in a state of anticipation. I was held for a few months until it aired on July 15th. Based on the 1931 novel by Aldous Huxley  ( during a Saturn Pluto opposition), the story asks what happens when an outsider is brought into a contained technologically – controlled society that stresses conformity, frowns on monogamy, forbids procreation, and manages emotional fluctuation with designer drugs.

I must admit I rather liked the idea of living in the utopian New London during the first couple of episodes. Everyone seemed happy and happiness is highly valued. No one got ill, everyone had a job they loved, and every night was a party. I quickly realized I would only be happy if I was designated an Alpha or a Beta. This concept reminds me of my high school, where each student was assigned an academic track. Maybe this arrangement started earlier, but I don’t think I was aware until entering high school. I was in the A track, meaning I took the most difficult classes with the smartest students. Maybe this was decided by test scores, it was never explained or discussed with me. I did belong there, mostly. I performed miserably in Biology, and was relegated to B track for Science classes going forward. I enjoyed meeting new friends in B Chemistry and actually learned more there. However, I cannot see myself being happy as someone considered “average” or less than. I was raised to be studious and intelligence was how I was recognized.  It was “my thing”, said my ego. With higher ranking there is more privilege in New London, but freedom does not exist.  Embryos are designed to be different as each subtype is needed for the greater functioning of the whole. We naturally have diversity within our species, but we lack equality and basic living standards in this “modern” world of 2020 AD. To say this is problematic is to state the obvious.

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Upon completion of Season 1, I was eager to reread the novel. Fairly certain I had a copy at home, I found one hidden away with some other Sci-Fi classics such as 1984 and Walden 2. While perusing the forward of the 1946 edition, the author concludes that world totalitarianism is imminent, it is just a matter of when and in what form. The story was set in the 2500s. However, Huxley reveals that this was inaccurate and that a fascist state is most likely to happen in the early 21st century.

And here we are….

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Dexter on parade

My soulmate and partner in crime Dexter passed away  5 years ago today. He died of heart disease, which makes no sense because he had the biggest heart I had ever known, overflowing with love. I am re-blogging this post in his honor. His company would have made my quarantine so much brighter. My heart was shattered and my sadness unspeakable. This was one of the worst days of my entire life but I do not regret a second I spent with this furry bundle of joy and affection. This is my tribute to my beloved Dex.

Within the past few days I have heard of 2 friends losing their beloved animal companions. Then I had a heartfelt conversation with OM about cats and blogging. While this topic is somewhat off theme, it seems fitting to prepare a simple post about my beloved Dexter.

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I adopted Dexter back in 2008, a few months after I lost my first cat Jasmine. I renamed him Dexter after careful thought and consideration. It was not because he reminds me of a serial killer. It just suited him better than his original name Sylvester did.

After 16 years ( she was about 8 weeks when I brought her home) , Jasmine succumbed to kidney disease. Watching her decline and deciding when to let her go was among the most agonizingly painful, gut- wrenching times in my entire life. The sadness and pain were almost too much to bear. Jazz died in April 2008, so the anniversary of her passing is quite fresh. Raising this sweet cat from infancy was the closest I have come to motherhood and as we know, children are supposed to outlive their parents. But this is not always the case.

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I was heartbroken for so long after I lost Jazz. This grief was deadening and isolating. I was practicing outpatient therapy full-time and so many of my clients spoke about their pets. Several had cats and these daily sessions were grueling. Eventually I found them healing in a cathartic manner. We do attract what we need, generally speaking. When I felt ready, I began to visit shelters to seek a new cat, not as a replacement, but as an extension of love. Dexter was much older than the kitten I initially desired, and he had been sent to the shelter more than once. It remains a mystery why this adorable soul was rejected not once, but twice!  I would like to believe that it was so I would eventually find him. Within a few short weeks, he settled in and showed me his true nature. I am amazed by his capacity for affection, verbal activity ( he talks more than I do!) and openness. Dex’s personality is the opposite of reserved Diva Jasmine who was more like Greta Garbo. Dex craves attention and human touch and is so delighted to meet * everyone who crosses his path (* squirrels and birds need not apply!)

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What this boisterous ball of joy has taught me about the healing effects of love is boundless. There are no words that can accurately describe his ability to soothe my spirit with his perpetual demonstration of unconditional love.

I love you Dex.

 

POSTSCRIPT:
cool Dexter facts ~

he is left-pawed, just like me 🙂
he enjoys crossing his paws ( dainty indeed)
rolling over and inviting you to rub his belly IS his default position ( boy does he love belly rubs, don’t believe that old wive’s tale to never rub a cat’s belly!)

 

if you love all things warm and fuzzy ( including Sindy’s non- mammalian fish), you gotta visit this page: odyssians

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Oh Baltimore,

How wonderful it is to know you always deliver, you always bring joy, excitement, love, and a sense of adventure. And then there’s the mystical essence you carry so well, with simplicity and confidence. Our reunion was a dream realized. It took a bit longer than my ego wanted, but it was really on Divine Time.

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Baltimore and I go wayyyy back. My maternal grandmother was born in Brooklyn but her parents moved to Baltimore. She eventually returned to New York to live with a relative and met my grandfather, but many from her family remained in Maryland. While I only recall one visit to my great aunt’s home in Pikesville, my mother spent alot of time in the Baltimore area. I have taken a few trips there with friends but one trip was very unusual. In my twenties, I met a man at a party. While I have no idea how this was possible ( pre-computers) I interpreted his chart for him and we kept in touch. He invited me to visit him in Baltimore for a few days. I agreed to stay with a man I only met once. It was a spectacular time. We rode everywhere on his motorcycle, which I found both terrifying and exhilarating. We went to many local haunts and had dinner one night with his mom. I had a magical time and that memory still has sparkles!

I did not know if I would attend the NCGR Astrology conference until just a few weeks before as I waiting to see if I would get a scholarship. I did get one and then learned my supervisor was leaving his job and with him went his offer to cover my work for vacation.  I was so excited to go to my first out – of – town Astrology conference. The last one I attended was in 2013. Eventually, all was settled and Labor Day weekend 2019 was here!

Highlights: 

Eating crabcakes three days in a row

Making new friends

Catching up with old friends

A lovely hotel with a stellar view of the Inner Harbor

Spending time back at the National Aquarium

Getting off one’s thought and time loop and allowing life to happen

Few plans and few expectations

The energy of the city, vibrant people, and glittering waves of good cheer

The event dovetailed with my Second Saturn Return. My first one was non-traditional in that nothing “expected ” happened. What did happen is I became a student of A Course in Miracles and my inner circle became inundated with other astrologers. I studied with a group and met many new people as a result. I attended my first astrology gathering at this time and some of those people are still in my life today. This second return echoed the first. While my astro community is wonderful in many ways, it is filled with spirits in form with various personalities and egos. While the conference had some conflicts and mishaps, the joy totally outweighed the negativity.

One conversation was particularly otherworldly: I was attending a lecture and someone in the audience said he had Pluto on the Ascendant. I ran into him the next evening, as if in a lucid dream I thought : Let’s walk up to him and see hat happens. So I did and very soon after two others came over. I did not know them but we had much in common. I began discussing the Presidential candidates and my fondness for Marianne Williamson. This is a topic I did not discuss in astrological gatherings. It turns out one of the people worked on her campaign!  I was told about this theory that Marianne was the reincarnation of Abigail Adams. My mind was blown! We discussed the Course in Miracles and the times to come. I mentioned my timidness around a famous astrologer and how much I enjoyed his 2020 lecture. He came to join our tiny group as he was friends with one of the people I just met. It turns out the famous astrologer knows Marianne very well. Other synchs starting happening in rapid succession. I was feeling such awe.

I will keep the rest of that conversation private but suffice it to say that much magick was evident in mysterious happenings in Charm City. I discovered that my Saturn in Capricorn in the 11th house opposing Mars ( conflict, men, action) and trining Pluto ( influence, rebirth, disintegration) brought my 11th house matters ( astrology, friends, hopes, wishes, dreams. clubs, groups) to light. It was so freeing to be away from home in a city that is so vibrant and friendly. I realize that it is the blending of my energies with this location, as not everyone shares my experience. Baltimore is ordinary in many ways but shimmers for those who notice.

Looking back almost one year later, I am so glad I made this trip happen. Money was tight and getting time off was difficult, but my soul needed to immerse itself with my soul group and roam around untethered. Some of the predictions made at the conference about 2020 did come to pass, but not in the way I expected. And I can live with that as I would not change a thing. Ripples continue and mysteries abound…

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Being Here

Hi litebeings, as we edge closer to Mercury stationing direct, I am aware of a promise I made to myself and my readers. I promised to complete and publish a post sitting in storage. Most of these are more ideas than copy, but they set the stage for article creation.

I am still working on a post about my trip to Baltimore. It is not ready yet but I hope to have it done before Sunday morning when Mercury does its thing. Can I use 2 power outages in one week as an excuse for not delivering sooner? Probably not.

I am not judging, just nudging! I realize that I prefer to be more gentle with myself and recognize that my time is rarely in synch with my Higher Self’s timeline. Stuff happens and my job as a sentient being is to relax into life with acceptance and ease. I spent some time during the power outage drawing a mandala and enjoyed my ability to focus. I also enjoyed these surprise visitors to my neck of the woods.

It is not easy to see but there are two deer, easily camouflaged by nature’s cover. My daily living is like this, with guidance speeding up, but remaining quite subtle. I am writing this today mostly to say I am working with the current energies, appreciating that I thrive as I truly allow myself to let go of wants and needs and listen to that still small voice. Meditation is growing on me and I can once again understand why so many sing its praises. Being one with the breath while inhabiting the body is a privilege.

While it can be fun to have less restrictions and a myriad of choices, I am working with what is presented. There is still free will to be had. That’s a topic for another time. Yet, I will share with you a quote from the show Westworld that I really like:

 Free will does exist. It’s just fuckin’ hard!

I think it is a good time to throw in some questions for you my lovely readers:

What have you learned about your ” self ” lately?

Are you embracing simplicity?

What are you reading?

How are you playing?

 

PS: I did not save my work again and it was not pretty so listen to my advice especially while Mercury is wonky.

My heart sings when I receive a donation for my blog. It lets me know you see me, in this time of wobbly reality and no financial certainty.

Namaste

 

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Trudging Through The Revolution

According to Webster’s dictionary, Revolution is the action by a celestial body of going round in an orbit or elliptical course,  completion of a course (as of years), a sudden, radical, or complete change, and a fundamental change in the way of thinking about or visualizing something a change of paradigm.

I like how all the different meanings coalesce and vibe off each other. Time and movement can inform change in action and in philosophy. The times we live in now show us how history impacts the present and how different perspectives inform the shifting of our future.

It is not an accident that a Lunar Eclipse is occurring this year on America’s birthday. While the entire planet is in major transition, so many look to the US for answers. The US or ” us ” is a hot mess right now, but has been for many decades. It just takes humans awhile to collectively take notice.

I must say I am fortunate to be born here. I realize that my ancestors may have all perished if this country was not open to them. My incarnation into my present family may not have happened without the colonization of the Americas. Yet, this process was brutal, barbaric, and we still live with its wounds today. The slaughter and cheating of indigenous people to take their land, the cruel enslavement of Africans to work the fields, so much damage has been done here.

I live in Philadelphia and went to college here.  I worked for the City of Philadelphia for close to 20 years. I have lived here most of my life. I am very much intertwined with this experiment in democracy. 

There is a magic in Olde City, the original US Capitol. The energy is still palpable. The people who came together were all flawed, but they wanted to build something enduring that was a step up the evolutionary ladder. My time in Baltimore last summer ( which I still have yet to write about) led me to a newfound interest in the Revolutionary era and my mini-vacation this March led me to new epiphanies about this time period.

I am taking advantage of my time at home by watching Hamilton on Disney+ and reading Return of the Revolutionaries: The Case for Reincarnation and Soul Groups Reunited. Both the film and book are lengthy but definitely interesting. I wanted to see Hamilton for some time, but the expense was out of reach and I have lost my enthusiasm for theater. When I heard I could see the film at home for $6.00, I knew that this was within my price range! I have watched about half the film so far and it is energetic, highly original, and diverse in music and cast. I know little about Alexander Hamilton and will do some research if I enjoy the film at its conclusion. I was hoping it would teach me more about the founding fathers, but mostly I am noticing the wonderful songs and choreography.

The Return of the Revolutionaries is a book that describes the links between current personalities with those living here during the American Revolution. According to the author Semkiw, many are influential entertainers, thought leaders, and politicians. Semkiw claims to be the reincarnated John Adams and has a theory on how souls look very similar over lifetimes in terms of facial symmetry. The photographs provided are numerous, with many pointing to marked similarities in appearance. While it cannot be proven, it is fascinating to consider the soul group coming back now to live again and make a difference in shaping current society. I wonder if many of my soul group are part of the WordPress family?

While I have not had any visions or dreams to suggest to confirm my theory, I think it was likely that I also lived during the American Revolution right here in Philadephia. Many of the founders were astrologers and I do resonate so much with this city with its distinct flavor and energy. I do not think I was anyone of note, just another soul walking the Earth during those unsettling, critical times. I have several friends and some family I could visualize in colonial days. My interest in Quakerism also speaks to this linkage. I lived in Reading PA as a child and felt at home there. I chose to return to this area to go to college and remained after graduation. It is just a feeling that has been building inside of me. I know it does not really matter now, because future, past, and present are just constructs we use to make sense of linear time.

I do see my country as a microcosm of Gaia in that is a place created as an experiment of sorts that attracted in so many diverse souls of various frequencies and ways of being. I pray for my city, country, and planet that I call home for now. May she not just revolve around the time and space, but may she live up to the intention of a more perfect union, one of unity, freedom, equality, and peace.

With plenty of love

Check this out: I just found this video from Marianne Williamson with her Fourth of July Message. In it she speaks about the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution and why they matter so much today. According to Semkiw, Marianne is the reincarnation of Abigail Adams, the wife of John Adams. The video is very compelling in light of this connection: