Returning Home: Part VIII – The Barnes Foundation

Today I want to follow up on my affection for the Barnes Foundation and share some resources so curious readers can learn more. The video above is from the classic children’s film Mary Poppins, telling the story of a magical nanny who added joy and whimzy into everyday life. When I write about art appreciation and/or showcase certain works in a single post, I allude to how art moves me. This video does a great job showing how one can become one with art. As a little girl seeing the film watching this movie for the first time, I became enchanted with this scene and this sense of awe never left me. My enchantment grows as I anticipate the fall Matisse class. While recently contacted about getting familiar with the online process I was informed all students can visit in person for free!

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The Barnes Foundation, established in 1922, has one of the largest and greatest collections of impressionistic , post -impressionistic and early modernist paintings on the planet. It is also an educational institution featuring both horticulture and art appreciation. It also reflects Barnes` avant garde arrangement of the pieces that defies convention and must be seen to be experienced. I had a few friends who lived a couple blocks away from the original location in Merion PA and have been there for several visits. It is a place I have celebrated with many friends and family. The setting was intimate, exciting, and simply glorious. Showcased within this post is some of the artwork exhibited at the Barnes.  I feel very lucky to live so close to this treasure but was not happy when the move was made to downtown Philadelphia on the site of the former DHS Youth Study Center ( juvenile detention center ). My history with the YSC is complicated, but leaving that aside, I was worried that the negativity of incarceration would taint the magnificent Barnes energy. I have visited the new site once and still found it lovely but some of the charm was gone. However the central location gives more access to visitors and that is a good thing.

During my last visit I got lost and was rescued by a kind soul . I also viewed a compelling  performance by Cambodian dancers. However, my introduction to the Collector ( see below) was the highlight for me.  This film on Albert Barnes’ biography showed how the artist looked at nature or any real presentation and how their vision morphed into a multi textured creation. The film actually showed you the transformation.  Seurat was also featured with a brilliant  explanation of pointillism at another level ~ how everything is changing and interconnected and how the  points are actually particles. Very quantum indeed! Below you will see the video of The Collector along with two links on psychosynthesis and pointillism, topics prominently featured in the film. I highly recommend you visit both of them:

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http://www.robinurton.com/history/postimpressionism.htm

 

This next film is about the politics of the Barnes Foundation and how key players manipulated the outcome to disregard Barnes’ wishes and relocate from Merion to Philadelphia’s Art Museum District. It is actually much better than it sounds, especially if you enjoy history and political theater mixed in with culture. Let me know what you think about the films and resources in the comments section!

 

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Returning Home: Part V – Pendle Hill

Last night I dreamt of James and he referenced Pendle Hill.  Right on cue,  I received an email today from Pendle Hill announcing its 90th anniversary on September 24th. I am reposting this blog to celebrate this transformative space I love so dearly. Please check out their website https://pendlehill.org/ and perhaps attend an online lecture or class , buy a pamphlet, or worship with the community via Zoom.

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 Last Sunday August 10th I felt drawn to have a “Returning Home” experience so I drove to Pendle Hill. I definitely needed to PAUSE and regroup and what better place than here! 

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 I had a sumptuous meal of Thai fish and eggplant coconut curry. I can still taste the sweet and spicy sauce as I recall the meal. The picture above is a close approximation.The food here is grown, purchased and prepared with intention, care, and love. The energy was frenetic, most likely due to the approaching Super-Moon Full Moon. I was frazzled by the loud interactions around me and took a seat alone. No one joined me and that has never happened to me before. I told myself perhaps it was what I needed. Behind me I overheard a conversation about Woodstock. Then someone began discussing the film A Walk on the Moon. I was led to…

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Matisse Made Manifest

I’m going back to school, virtually that is! A few days ago I received an email from the extraordinary Barnes Foundation about online art courses. The Barnes is a magical art collection originally showcased in a suburban mansion in Merion Pa. I have been a frequent visitor and fan of this unconventional art connoisseur whose vision was clearly ahead of his time.

Typically I delete these types of promotional emails because of the location or cost. But I noticed that the subject heading said ” You can take a Barnes course for free. ” This got my attention.

Most of my readers know how much I fancy art, especially painting. I have really missed visiting art museums during the pandemic and have been viewing some artwork online. What you probably don’t know is that I have wanted to take Art History classes for many years. I did not have the time or inclination to do so while in school. I flirted with taking painting classes to improve my skills but did not make it a priority. Yet the dream to immerse myself in art history and art appreciation has been building steadily into a bucket list – like obsession. I figured I could pursue this once I retired and would just enjoy art whenever I could. I had a  lovely time in Santa Fe, New Mexico attending a conference called Creativity and Madness  that focused on the mental health challenges of well known musicians and visual artists. It was a great event and allotted me plenty of continuing education credits for my license. I also had many adventures and transformative experiences. New Mexico is certainly the Land of Enchantment!

In any case, I went to the Barnes website yesterday and browsed the course offerings. Scholarships were available. While I usually find these type of applications daunting, I decided to apply. I chose to write from the heart about my love of art and my dream to enrich my art education. I selected a class about Henri Matisse because I adore many of the French impressionists and expressionists. Also, Matisse employs pointillism in some of his paintings. This seemed like a longshot but I figured I had nothing to lose and it would also be a way to practice manifesting. Writing from my heart and showing my love for art was key. No pretense, just authenticity. This opportunity certainly seemed out of the blue, just as my introduction to the Creativity and Madness programs that arrived in my snail mail box one day back in the late 1990s. I recall being transfixed by the postcards that arrived in the mail describing unusual lectures taking place in exotic settings all over the planet. I had a strong knowingness that this was meant for me and I could not ignore the invitations that kept arriving. The Barnes e-mail felt similar but not as strong. I could see myself taking the class because I have pictured myself taking art history classes often, knowing I would simply love it.

Today I received notice that I was given a full scholarship! The woman who wrote me is named Alia and I knew that was a great synch, reminding me of my blogette pal Alia! This “happy accident” was not lost on me.

I am so excited about this class and wanted to share my glee with of all you by sharing some Matisse paintings:

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I have been using Dr. Joe Dispenza’s techniques to recalibrate my brain and emphasize choosing my thoughts, pairing them with gratitude and joy while imagining my situation in the “future” had already happened. I am especially interested in having an excellent job well suited for me to “find me” and break the cycle of toxic workspaces I have been experiencing. I am encouraged by how easily this art class found me. I will keep you posted on “future” developments.

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Purple Power

As I stated in my tag on yesterday’s post, red and blue = purple. Purple is the blend of two primary colors and vibrates at a very high level. It is also my favorite color and has been for a very long time. Today I celebrate purple with a sampling of images courtesy of Pexels, a WordPress perk for bloggers.

Let’s  enjoy the moment and raise our frequencies together.

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How Open is Your Mind? Freedom and Free Will

UPDATE : Imagine my surprise to hear Obama’s historic speech  warning  about the possible end of the US democracy live from Phila’s Museum of the American Revolution. Was it  really just back in March when I visited this sacred space during my short staycation?

This post is the sequel to my last post about free thinking and reprogramming the mind. This blog is not primarily political in nature but I do speak up when I have an opinion that connects with the evolution of our planet. I have a few opinions I want to share today. Let me preface this to say my goal is not changing anyone’s belief systems, but rather to share my truth at this time.

First, here’s a little background: While I grew up in a family with constant bickering, my parents actually did agree for the most part about politics. While my mom would never disclose who she voted for, I knew she and my father were liberal Democrats and never wavered. My father would say many people became Republican once they became affluent, but since that did not happen for us, no worries! I was strongly encouraged to vote and my 18th birthday was the day before Election day so that next day my parents took me to the polling place. They did not tell me who to vote for but wanted to celebrate this rite of passage. Later in life my parents became poll workers. I do not take this right for granted and it came late to women ( 1oo year anniversary of the Suffrage movement) in the US.  I was deeply affected by Watergate and watched Nixon resign on television with my family while on vacation. I did watch some of the hearings while much of it was over my head. I had no illusions about corruption and power at a young age. I also paid attention to how I felt when I heard someone speak. I wanted to feel inspired but at the same time, I was no fool. I am still no fool and can read people like a book, my Scorpio super power 🙂

The interview with Tom Montalk was amazing and so chock full of information. Some of the premises I had heard before but his grasp of the concepts helped me integrate them with ease. I was not happy though to hear again this emphasis on the Left and Socialism being bad and part of the NWO. The soundbite is: Small Government = Good, Big Government = Bad. I am  stating a oversimplification here, but many of the “woke” notions are way too simple.

I learned in school that the US was built on manifest destiny and rugged individualism but this morphed into an exploitation of the original Tea Party and Trickle Down economics. I remember all my student grants being taken away when Reagan assumed office and college became less affordable. And I knew there was more of this change to come. What I did not know was that this timeline was the beginning of the erosion of middle class America.

Democracy’s de jure status in the world as of 2020; only Saudi Arabia, Oman, the UAE, Qatar, Brunei, and the Vatican officially admit to be undemocratic

 

The online world is hyped with this notion of freedom, patriotism, and sovereignty. All sounds great, right?  Yes, and this matrix we live in is mostly a fatalistic determined system. Watch Westworld  and you will see what I mean.   I am told by many that we choose our incarnation between lifetimes and yet there is no real time in the higher dimensions , but I digress…

My astrology knowledge leads me to conclude that a large percentage of our trajectory is decided for us, but that some free will is tolerated. Free will is typically exercised in reaction to pre-determined life events.  We can go off script and many of us will continue to do so, at least part of the time. I am a lover of the ideal of freedom and not conventional.  Yet I do not think one can be totally free in a 3D body in 2020.

But I go back again and again to what resonates for me. How do I feel when I watch a video or read an email or talk to someone face to face? What feels off and what feels good to me? These self inquiries are very important. I do not think Socialism is a dirty word and I also think  that the far left and far right eventually end up at the same place, fascism and loss of agency. If Trump wins or refuses to leave, I am afraid my people will be sent back to the camps and elections will continue ” Putin  and Castro style. ” I do not care if people agree with me or not, but he is effing out of his mind! How can I ignore my training as a therapist and ignore the obvious?

I do like the idea of basic protections for every human and will not apologize for it. I do not like so much of my tax money going to the military. I never understood the point of war and my leanings have not shifted. I rather more of my money be spent on education, health care, and protecting the environment. I welcome basic universal income but I do not think that translates into people not working. Having a purpose is part of the package and most people want to be productive.  Most of human existence has been built on the backs of slaves, indentured servants, and the impoverished. It took me a little while to grasp how unfair it is that most humans have to spend most of their time working at jobs they hate just to feed their families and have a place to live. I thought that this was just how the world works. I figured it out eventually and began to see that we can create so much more if survival was a given, not a daily challenge.  Most of us are still very much enslaved but are no longer labeled as such.

Democratic Socialism is a form of representative government where people have a say in shaping society and also have governmental support. As someone who has spent a few years off and on with a lack of secure employment, I know there is a better way. I would say that FDR is among my favorite leaders.  I did a paper on the Depression in junior or senior high and learned about all the public works programs he initiated. ( I also wrote a paper on Watergate right after it was complete). Perhaps I was destined to study Social Work and formally become a Social Worker. I knew rather early on how I wanted to make the world a better place ( lightworker memories maybe?)

Athena ~ The goddess symbolizing freedom and democracy.

I am well aware there are elites in both political parties and that so so many of our “leaders” are puppets. Yet, there are some who cannot be swayed or bought and have moral integrity. I want to live in a world without homeless people, without uncontrolled addiction and mental illness, without school shootings, without racial and gender inequality. What many countries have right now is government surveillance, dependence on big tech and the uber billionaire class, and very little autonomy. I do not see why the “woke ” are not interested in helping the ill get free healthcare and the financially strapped get low cost access to higher education. Debt equals servitude and I know this all too well. I am not advocating a planetary government and think that would be a disaster. If greed was off the table, many more nations would be able to choose their own form of self governance. But greed is currently very much alive.

I hope this piece at the very least makes a case for softening the polarity between  red and blue philosophy. I do not like getting government income but would be on the streets right now without it.  I worked for City Government for close to 20 years and saw first hand how corrupt and manipulative it can be. Yet I enjoyed union protections and enjoyed generous raises and excellent medical benefits and vacation time. I  also was gifted great opportunities while working there to assist fractured families and  improve the quality of many  excellent fully or partially – funded governmental programs like MANNA. I also was given the chance to go to school full time to obtain my MSS degree ( practically tuition – free)  while working part time and still receive my entire salary and benefits. Like so many situations. with the bitter lies the sweet.

I know I am lucky to not have been born in Russia or some of the other places where my ancestors came from. As a Jew, I am a descendant of slaves and that data is encoded in my DNA. In fact, many thought leaders say all of humanity was manipulated numerous times by off – planet beings. This could very well be true, especially since we use so little of our brain capacity and regain so much of our violent tendencies. Most of us are enslaved in one form or another. Writing this article is one way I can become unshackled. I do not want to be boxed in. I am a lightworker and I do not think Trump is a savior. We must save ourselves! I wish this was not the case but I am afraid our rights will be further eroded if we do not get rid of this evil regime. My heart goes out to our brothers and sisters in Belarus who are actively fighting to dismantle their country’s  police state. Trump wants the US to have the same set up by derailing our rights to vote through dismantling the USPS.  I am not endorsing the Democratic alternative but I prefer vanilla to what we have now. Critical thinking means being willing to be unpopular in order to be cool with your soul. I am more than willing to do this. The answers will become clearer when people begin making assessments with their inner resonance. Tolerating difference is also essential, now more than ever. I guess my bottom line is that we must find a way to listen to each other and still retain our personal truths and unique energetic signatures.

 

Wishing you a lovely Sunday and peaceful week ahead.

 

 

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How Open is Your Mind?

As Uranus stations and prepares to move in retrograde motion tomorrow ( Eastern US time zone), I figure why not share some mind- blowing , paradigm shifting videos?

The first two are from Dr. Joe Dispenza who I have been following for many years. I even had the fortune to hear him speak live. These two short videos discuss the wonders of reprogramming our minds so that we can interact with the quantum field and get out of highly entrenched mental programming. I was so inspired that I did an exercise afterwards to elevate my mood and imagine my future has already arrived. Then I took out of one of Joe’s books to give another spin. I admit that I am not a fan of his writing style but perhaps with more focus and patience, I can glean some wisdom.

Here’s a challenge: There is a special synch for me at the end of Joe’s second video. Leave me a comment if you can guess what the synch is. My mind was BLOWN so much that I decided to give his work more of my attention.

The next video is long and complicated, but worth watching until 2am if you have a light schedule like I do these days. Tom Montalk does not have that much material online, but I was recently introduced to him and was enchanted with his take on synchronicity. Tom is skilled at sharing familiar and non familiar metaphysical material and breaking it down in a novel way.  After finishing this interview by Matthew Stephen I felt like I just completed a masterclass in socio-political-evolutionary studies. I want to preface this by saying that I do not agree with all that was said, but I listened intently and kept my mind open.Tom is a calm, confident, speaker who appears to have done his homework well. While much of this discussion was upsetting and of depressing, it ends on a positive optimistic note. Otherwise I would not share it on my blog. There is too much gloom and doom already on the internet and my mission is to spread some light even when the sun appears to leave the sky.

Please let me know your thought on these videos. I deliberately shared few details so that you can have your own experience. I have many opinions about Toms’s interview but I will keep them stored away for another time.

One last thought ~ if ever there was a time to donate to my blog, this would be now. Like many in the US, my benefits were cut dramatically and I am still unemployed. If you are so inclined, check out the donate button on the right side of this page.

Wishing you a lovely weekend while you keep your mind alert and your heart wide open. Also be aware of possible surprising info about Gaia and and/or money during the next week or so.

Digging Deep

This world keeps turning and I keep changing from the inside out. With plenty of time for soul searching, it occurred to me that I learned about disruption and reset very early and could be an expert in instability and impermanence. I would not recommend early childhood and adolescent trauma but I am grateful it did not morph into PTSD.   But it might account for this why I tire so quickly of tasks and routines and yet sometimes crave tasks and routines? Ambivalence I have learned to befriend and it is a worthwhile alliance.

After much delay and indecision I finally exchanged my company laptop and keys for my personal belongings from work. At some point I realized that I did not want to return to my old office. I rather just get my stuff and be done with it. So I asked my manager if he would be willing to pick up 3 items for me and make the exchange in our neighborhood. He surprisingly agreed without hesitation. I had already written him an unsent letter, clearing out any crap between us. This is known in ascension speak as alchemizing the density into light. I would be lying if I said this was easy, but I am a therapist and I know how to do this.

Here was our conversation :

Me: Hi

Him : Hi, put this down here  pointing to the bench

Me : The keys are in the bag with the laptop

Him: I found something in the desk that might be yours so I brought it.

Me : What?

Him: Lotion

Me:  I looked in the bag and all 3 items were there plus lavender vanilla cream, which was mine but I had deemed non-essential.         Yes this is mine.  D0 you have the gift card?

Him: Oh, I forgot. It is in my work bag.

Me : I just silently stared at his masked face with my own masked face.

Him: We could meet again?

Me : Thinking to myself ” Fuck no. ” Silence

Him: I could give you cash?

Me: Okay

Him:  He hands me a 10 dollar bill.  It was a starbucks gift card.

Me: So now you can keep it for yourself. It isn’t about the money. It is about the principle.

Him : Take care

Me:  I walk away.

 

It was all very civilized. He had awarded me a gift card at a staff meeting and never gave it to me. It was for five dollars so I made a profit, lol! Yes I took his money without any thought. He took my job away , laying me off because he could. It was like an awkward breakup when people come back to retrieve stuff left behind. I have been through this a time or two.

Just a few days later I saw that my former employer was advertising for my old job. This stung but I got over it rather quickly. I would never work for this company again with these current people at the helm. Another day or so later I “inadvertently” came upon an ad for an incredible job opportunity at an Ivy League University doing clinical work for a research project. This ” happy accident” occurred because I saw a job website email and wondered if my old job was listed. It wasn’t, but this very rare opportunity was listed. I felt inspired. I went outside and I saw a fat gold and white cat approach me, followed by a monarch butterfly and then a small cabbage white butterfly. The energy was shifting…..

The dance with darkness in most sectors of my life is determined by my natal chart. Pluto in the 7th  is an aspect that I have become adept at navigating ( it is not near the Asc/Desc axis fortunately but it is conjunct my north node, summoning me to grow through major  interpersonal excavations). What is much more treacherous for me is Pluto making a rather close square to my MC/IC axis, meaning my inner world, family, home, grounding and my vocation, professional life, reputation, work family ( not to mention both parental figures) are besieged by challenges of power struggles, manipulation, destruction, and reinvention. Good times? no! Clearly I ordered a complex life path from the All You Can Eat Cosmic buffet menu for this lifetime.

So when motivated , I dig deep and work on being my better self, remembering I am not here to hold onto blame, regrets, and old grievances. I know that to attract and acquire a safe healthy workplace with generally decent people I must embody all those qualities in myself and let go of all that does not match that vibration. We are all so much more than we “think” we are and even when we are not living small, there is still larger ways of being. I am not aiming for perfection as that is a trap. I am seeking balance, grace, and humility. And also a butterfly, a fat cat and miracles wherever they pop up.

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The Golden Road to Transformation

Where were you 25 years ago today? RIP Jerry ❤

 

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What a long strange trip it’s been, indeed.

My inspiration for the Time Machine Challenge started on a crisp and brilliant afternoon in September. If you are new to my blog or would like to catch up on your reading, please visit here to find the entire roster of spectacular challenge blogs. Reminiscing about my first September in Philly and the man who represented that era took me back to a state of excitement and joy.  I was amazed how my instantaneous flash of insight was later validated when I visited a website where that former boyfriend currently works. According to Michael Lutin, this time period before the New Scorpio Moon accentuates preoccupation and/or random encounters with past lovers or folks who trigger memories of former flames.

A few connections from Leigh and Laura gently guided me on a path of forgiveness and acceptance of the past. Leigh’s post on the  ho’oponopono prayer got me thinking of all the guilt and regret that still remains within me. An unexpected email from a stranger set in motion a fresh attempt to reframe any past relationships. I am speaking of the ones that seemed to stick with me, defying all my efforts to sever lingering cords. That stranger who contacted me is now a friend who readers know as Laura.

So I set out on an adventure to forgive all my past romantic entanglements, beginning with the first and moving towards present time. I would recite ho’oponono before falling asleep and visualize myself back in time with these former flames. It was often unpleasant as long forgotten details resurfaced. I was also looking to explore with fresh eyes the circumstances in which my ex from college would re-enter my life. I am seeking clues as to what his presence symbolizes for me now. I expected this process would eventually lead to healing. Truth be told, this exercise has been met with much resistance. However, I still am pursuing this path, hoping it is a “path with heart.”

But it is a path unfinished and did not reveal a story for the challenge. Around the same time ( late September) I followed up by contacting the director of the group practice where my ex works to inquire about employment. I did so because my ex works at their other location and my friend spoke so highly of the director. This contact led me to the discovery that I cannot get re-credentialed at my level of licensure. Perhaps this was a blessing in disguise because if I was hired and unable to work, the fallout would have been more upsetting and more time would have been wasted.

So I put off writing a post and hoped for the best. After reading Fiona’s challenge offering, I remembered an unfinished draft from July. Oddly enough, it addresses the challenge beautifully. Why am I surprised to discover that yet again Spirit has other plans?

So without further adieu I bring you my nonlinear, unplanned, but totally cool trip back in time:

See that girl, barefootin’ along,
Whistlin’ and singin’, she’s a carryin’ on.
There’s laughing in her eyes, dancing in her feet,
She’s a neon-light diamond and she can live on the street.

Hey hey, hey, come right away
Come and join the party every day.

Well everybody’s dancin’ in a ring around the sun
Nobody’s finished, we ain’t even begun.
So take off your shoes, child, and take off your hat.
Try on your wings and find our where it’s at. *

Was it 2015 or 1978 or perhaps 1967 ?  You decide:

July 4, 2015:

I had just received some long over -due money. I noticed that the Grateful Dead were live streaming their Chicago Fare Thee Well  50 year anniversary reunion concerts on On Demand. The fees were pricey but I had extra money. I deserved to splurge on something fun and purely entertaining. I had not seen any assembly of the Dead in decades and I was not going to be teleported to Chicago, sans an airplane ticket and place to stay. The concerts were to be held over 3 nights. This could be my last chance to see them perform, ever. Which night do I choose?

I could not justify viewing all 3 shows. I finally decided that July 4th would be the one. My reasoning was they would be settled in after the 1st show and since I associate the Dead with parties, why not celebrate America’s birthday in style? This decision was an arduous process. As an INFJ, I like to ponder and deliberate, often to a fault. In this case, I am glad I took my time.

Earlier that day I spotted a HUGE beetle like creature on my bedroom door. It seemed almost alien-like. I was terrified but managed to flush it down the toilet. Dexter was oblivious to this terrifying menace, but it certainly got a reaction out of me. I looked up beetle online to see what I could find here.

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This image is a rather close approximation. While I found the various interpretations fascinating, the following paragraph holds true till the present:

Perhaps the most profound lesson the beetle shares with us is the lesson of transformation and adaptation. Beetles engage in metamorphosis for development and growth. From egg to adult, they are a marvel of transformation illustrated in a short lifetime. They go through these revolutionary transformations with aplomb, very nonchalantly and matter-of-factly. Beetles embrace the flow of life and all its transitions without question. They surrender to change.

Looking back, I realize that this was my final complete weekend with Dexter. I was blissfully unaware that he would be leaving me so soon. Yet I did surrender to change and enter into a phase of transformation. The beetle sighting was fortuitous as it signals a new way of being on the planet. I would venture a guess that Dexter is more adaptive than I have been, given his loving demeanor in spite of multiple placements and tricky health issues.  We have so much to gain from the natural world.

Post beetle episode, I am ready for the concert. There was so much to take in and integrate.  Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined watching a live concert on TV in this fashion. The word surreal is not superfluous in this instance. The telecast was filmed so you were truly in the moment, without commercials and artificial editing. I cannot exactly describe it, but it was quite close to being there in Chicago.

It turns out I almost lived in Chicago. My parents traveled their often as it was where my dad’s company’s main headquarters were located. It is also where they purchased my very first astrology book. I still have it and it was published in the 1960s. I also made a wonderful friend from Chicago who I met in Miami. We both stayed at the same hotel for 2 years over Xmas holidays. We became pen pals and I never forgotten her. Plus I have some online blogger buddies from Chicago so the city keeps appearing in my life.  I recently found out that we almost moved there when I was young. My mother revealed that my dad was offered a big promotion at the main headquarters. I was shocked to hear that he turned it down, given we moved around so often.  So here I am focusing in on elusive and mysterious Chicago. Here’s yet another example of the road not traveled.

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The music itself was very moving. The pace was slow and many of the songs were folksy and bluegrass style. The evening progressed like a heartfelt lullaby. Yet at certain points the mood shifted and the pace quickened. I had not been feeling well and was functioning on little energy. But I was propelled to get off my couch and dance. One song in particular set me in motion like a dervish. The Golden Road to Unlimited Devotion was playing. I could have been hallucinating , but I was lucid and sober. As Dexter watched, I began to swirl. This is MY song and I have never heard it performed live. I felt as if another force was propelling me into seamless, graceful, dizzying, flight. How did I get so energized? What was the source of all this power inside of me? I was floating on air, whizzing in circles, free of obstructions or constraints. I was on fire!

Later I researched the show online to read about the setlist. I came upon this article that blew my mind wide open. Here is what was written about the Golden Road performance:

Next up was “The Golden Road (To Unlimited Devotion),” a song Jerry Garcia wrote about the Haight hippie scene that The Grateful Dead only played a handful of times in 1967. Bruce Hornsby and Trey Anastasio fronted the group on the obscurity.

My favorite ( among favorites such as Eyes of the World, Sugar Magnolia, Truckin’, Scarlet Begonias, US Blues, and Box of Rain, to name a few) is basically a favorite of the few. It was last performed in 1967. I had not even heard of the band until 1977 and had not attended my first show until 1978.  It is probably a statistical anomaly that this song was performed on the exact night I decided to watch the show. This is not just a song to me. It is an anthem. I was this chick in the song in high school and college. Or at least I imagined myself to be like her. She was free and blissful and at peace. Perhaps I longed to get out of my own way so I could be her.

I actually transformed into her a few months earlier. Here is an excerpt of my May 26th post on dream number 3 of an incredibly active sojourn of slumber.

May 26, 2015 ( circa 1978?)

And now for something completely different:

3 – Went back in time to the 1970s. Lots of teens around, big crowd. I run into a friend.We will call him “Sam.” He used to be my dream prompt. Seeing him meant I was dreaming. He has not appeared in years though. There was to be a 1970s party. I was excited about this. My friend “Sam” said I would like to dance with you , big smile. I was so excited and I typically don’t like to dance. Lots of love between me and Sam, unlike real life where we were longtime yet intermittent, platonic friends. I knew him from when I first moved to NJ in the middle of 6th grade through the summer after HS grad when our families vacationed at the same hotel down the shore. At the party, there was such a joyous atmosphere. The room was dark and the music was psychedelic. Sam and I hit the dance floor and did our thing. We were both young but I danced with the confidence of a more mature person. In high school I would have not felt as eager to express myself this freely.

When I turned around I saw a young Bob Weir singing Grateful Dead music. It was a big surprise. I have dreamed of Bob and Jerry( Garcia) many times before over the years. Sometimes while dreaming I talk with them. In this dream I did not know Bob, nor did I interact with him. I was so excited and remembered Sam was there at my first Grateful Dead concert in 1978. The same day he and his band performed a concert at the high school. A group of us began to chant the date of that concert 5-13-78. ( later I checked and that was the actual date of the concert. How did I remember that?) It was wild. I said to him “You were in a band!” I think he was the lead singer. My friends who attended the concert with me were at this party or at the very least I mentioned them to Sam. Some of Sam’s friends were also there. Sam and I were becoming a couple and were very happy. I felt loved and adored.

What was so interesting was the Bob Weir became the face of the Dead once Jerry Garcia passed away. He was my favorite anyway so I would always focus on Bobby. I was also stunned to realize the prophetic nature of this dream. I was seeing Bob Weir perform and dancing as if no one was watching. I was imbuing my current knowingness into the past.  What a wild ride of past and future morphing together in Dreamtime. You could say that for a few short minutes I was livin’ the dream.

I said Fare Thee Well to Dexter one week later. I also learned that the farewell concerts were not the last. A newly formed group called Dead and Company featuring Bob Weir, John Mayer ( another Libra with loads of Scorpio) , Mickey Hart, and others have begun touring recently so the music apparently never stops in some form.

Update: Apparently Dead and Company were performing in Philadelphia last night ( 11-5-15) while I was completing this post. The synchronicity continues…

We never know how much or how little is happening at any given time. I did not know that my current physical body possessed that much energy. I certainly never expected to hear the Golden Road performed live and in real-time in my living room. Life is a mystery that keeps surprising me, just when I think I’ve got it all figured out.

But I have figured out one important lesson. I want to play! Perhaps having the experience of both spontaneity, exuberance, and confidence will assist me in replicating this behavior going forward. My birthday is approaching as I type and I have set my intention to be that girl from the Golden Road. Being free and playful and in motion is the way. 

The time machine kept me quite busy, transporting me to and from Philly to Chicago and to 1967 ( around the year I began studying astrology), 1978,  2015 and beyond. My consciousness flowed from waking state to frenzied ecstasy to Dreamtime. My challenge was not what I intended upon its inception in September. Yet I took the steps necessary to get me to this point. Now I am ready to try on my wings.

*lyrics credit

Here’s a video of the original 67 performance.

Here’s what I saw on 7-4-15.

Thanks to all for another spectacular blogging challenge. They keep getting better because WE keep getting better.

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