Hello dear readers,
I want to suggest that you read my posts with a light perspective: Forgive the inevitable typos that I eventually discover and correct. Read the content openly and with no expectations. Consider that this writer is going through a major awakening. I may not seem like the person you have come to know. Soneone recently told me I seem more alive. I like that and hope it continues.
Tonight I feel lighter and less anxious. I have begun to surrender to a reality that I have been fighting mentally. I have decided to put down the fight. Hopefully this will bring me peace. Last night I began to assemble more cosmic puzzle pieces. Another insight arrived just about half an hour ago. I think my dream this morning really sealed the deal. I will share these clues tonight as I consider that I am truly being guided towards this truth. The truth is about my new reality.
This is a perfect time for clarity. Today is the day that signifies the degree of my Sun Moon midpoint. It is also the birthday of my former writing partner. 3 degrees Virgo is exactly the midpoint of my Scorpio sun and my Gemini moon. This astrological calculation symbolizes the integration of the two luminaries in the natal chart. The sun and moon are polarities like male and female, mom and dad, yin and yang, etc. When they merge in the middle they embody the essence of one’s personality. So here we are. In my case this point is close to the degree of my Pluto. Your mileage may vary in terms of how this midpoint impacts the rest of your chart but the Sun Moon midpoint is always significant.
My dream was quite compelling and I am grateful that I had recall. Recall has been very rare the past few weeks due to chronic insomnia. I hope this will resolve sooner rather than later. In my dream I am in an airport on route to Florida. However I forgot my ticket. I am also close to boarding time. I have had other versions of this dream many times but each episode has unique features unlike in a true recurring dream. I tell myself that someone will issue me my ticket since I did pay for one. I did not want to go home because I would miss the flight. I was willing to buy a new ticket if I had to, but knew it would be expensive. The rest of the dream was the pursuit of the ticket. Towards the end I find someone to help me. My dad shows up in the dream. He is younger than the age he was at the end of his life. He gives me unsolicited advice about my ticket. Eventually an employee hands me a copy of my ticket with my name on it. She does so without fanfare. All is well. I can go on my vacation after all.
Meaning: I was lost and harried. I felt stupid for being so forgetful. But I trusted the outcome and my ticket was waiting for me all along Nothing was lost. Nothing was ever wrong. I was meant to get on that plane.
I see now that my dream helped me today as I began collecting seemingly random memories from the ethers. Let me explain: Pandora and YouTube quite began sending me songs from long long ago. There cannot be an algorithm I can understand because if I do not know the song or the artist and dis not search for either. I do not see the connection. Last night one of the apps produced the title Please Come to Boston. I know this tune from when I was a tween. I have not heard it since who knows when, It is similar in theme to Brandy . The song is the story of a man who is constantly traveling and keeps asking his partner to join him wherever he is living at the time. She repeatedly asks him to stop moving and return home to her. This song was incredibly important to me. I cannot tell you why. Just like Brandy, I often heard it in Florida. At least that is what I remember. This song led me to tears. With Brandy I related to the female who was left alone. With Please Come to Boston I imagined myself as the man begging the woman to join him. I still do not totally get what this is about but I am arriving closer to the destination. There is a past life or series of past lives around these emotional resonance to these pop songs. It is possible that some of this emotion is also tied to moving as a child but I do not think that is the entire story.
The last puzzle piece arrived tonight and blew my mind. I was thinking about the year 1971. Where was I that Winter? I was living in Connecticut. I lived there only a short while, from the Spring of 1971 to the end of February 1972. It is the shortest amount of time I lived in one place. I really enjoyed the environment where I lived. It is in a wooded area and felt unspoiled by man or time. I did not want to move but had no voice in these decisions. I was 10 years old and in the 5th grade when we arrived. My birthday fell on a Saturday in 1971. I was going to turn 11. My parents planned a party for me at a pizza place. The name was Shakey’s. I had one of the best birthday’s of my young life. It was a large party with many friends and classmates and some family. I wore this regal coat. It was a dark brown maxicoat and had multicolored embroidery running down the sides. This was the style in the 60s and early 70s. I felt like a princess! I cannot exactly say why I was so happy. Yes I love pizza and my coat made me feel special and it was great to have a party out in a restaurant with my friends. Thinking about it now I see this differently. One some level I knew that someone very important was going to be a a part of my life. On the other side of the planet a soul had just arrived to meet me. It would only take 6 or more decades but the soul does not understand time.
I will reveal more later. I am just beginning to assemble a very elaborate puzzle using emotion as a guide rather than logic. Sometimes on the path timelines collapse onto each other. They say this can be done with Reiki and time travel. I also just learned that we can reincarnate to an earlier timeline in history than our last incarnation. This also blew my mind wide open. If possible it helps illustrate the elasticity of a 3D construct.
So through surrender and humility I am beginning to understand more about my soul journey. I am so happy to share it with you. My inner 11 year old is still wearing that coat and smiling a ridiculously wide grin.
On a sadder note, we have lost more important folks. Yesterday it was the iconic Dolly Parton. Today it was the sexy talented Tim Curry. I am including 2 videos to honor them. Then you may understand the thought behind the title of this post.
Here is one of my favorite duets with Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers:
I was a Rocky Horror devotee while in college . While Tim is not featured here, he was the star of the film and had a hand in creating the Time Warp dance. The Time Warp lives on both in the film and in my heart. I am still dancing this dance, especially this year.
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