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2017: Every New Beginning Comes From Some Other Beginning’s End

Here is a post that describes the spirit of renewal and moving forward. It definitely speaks to the promise of Easter and highlights my journey of April 2016, so it hits all the “retro” notes!

Wishing you a Happy Easter and Joyous Spring Season!

 

 

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Life is always in flux. While some forms are fading, others are blooming. The trick is to recognize which direction you are moving in and when to let go.

It is humbling to be nearing my fourth year of blogging and to be able to compose some thoughts about the year ahead and the year I lived through. The more I slow down, the easier it is for me to notice that existence has no clear demarcations. Astrologers love cycles and make mention of the significant planetary movements via stations, transits, and progressions. And yet, because of our cosmic fluency, we are perhaps more likely than most to acknowledge the fragility and malleability of time. Time and music marry well together and led me to use Closing Time in this post title.

To understand where I am today, it is necessary to return to April 2016. At the New…

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Ascension~ The Gift That Keeps on Giving

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This will be brief and to the point – This ascension stuff is real! Every time I try to deny the increase in my abilities, I fall short. Ascension is not what I think it is, according to what I read and hear, but that does not mean that many of us are experiencing a shift in our day-to-day 3D lives.

The weird symptoms I am experiencing this week have had me confused and alarmed. Others I talk to have felt them too: dizziness, light-headedness, chest pain, rapid heart beat, and more.  Are they kundalini manifestations or something else? This has happened to me before, in the early 2000s and more recently from 2015 till now ( intermittently). I have had several EKGs and they have been normal. My doctor said he does not think it is my heart.  I do not want to dwell on my ordeal, but am wondering if you are getting these also? Email me if you do and we can compare notes.

By the way, if you are enjoying the recent series of orchid header images displayed here, they are photos I took last month at Longwood Gardens, one of my power places. I plan to post more when the time is right.

Here is today’s version of  ” Expect the unexpected” :

Today is the anniversary of my father’s death, the day before Spring Equinox. I have been more aware of my clients’ struggles with loss than my own lately and have not been focusing on this date. So I am driving today, running errands, feeling tired and weak from the dizziness, etc and I notice a truck right in front of me. The bumper sticker on both sides says DAD. I could not make this up!

My motto is, if I post it, then it happened. That is my reason for writing today, to share my ups and downs, even as I wonder why I have to struggle so much. I do feel strangely comforted to know my dad is watching over me, hopefully from a more enlightened realm. The relationship was complicated and apparently still is. And yet, there is a point where all that is messy becomes blessed. Do you agree? Please reply because ~

I am listening….

 

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Musings at the Crossroads

SPOILER ALERT: Lots of poinsettia and introspection ahead….

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Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah , Merry Yule, and Happy Kwanzaa (December 26) to everyone associated in any way with this blog. You are my circle, my precious litebeing family, and I wish you boundless joy and love during this Solstice/Yuletide season.

You may enjoy listening to some of my favorite holiday music as you read on:

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There is plenty on my mind that needs sorting and releasing. This hodgepodge style post is mostly for me, but hopefully it will be interesting enough to read through. Way way overdue, so here we go…

High-way hazards: My commute to work is reasonable in duration but part of the trip is on a notoriously treacherous road. Years ago Robert predicted I would be in a major accident on this road. He sternly told me to never use it again, especially during rush hour. Robert was not always accurate, but he managed to frighten me nevertheless. The drivers are very aggressive and reckless and it takes some construction of armor for me to make this daily commute. But the near misses have occurred in other locations. About 6 weeks ago I had a vision after awakening where a white pickup truck or SUV would come at my vehicle from the right. It was so vivid and strange because it was not a dream, but a semi-awake ” scene.” A few days later, driving home on a very familiar road, a white SUV comes at me from the right and almost slams into my car. I drove into the opposing lane, which fortunately was clear. I only had been driving my new car a couple of weeks at the most. Then last Sunday I am trying to get some coffee before heading to a holiday party. It was incredibly crowded in my neighborhood and the energy was frenetic. Another huge, high-end SUV almost slams into me from the left lane. I prepare for a head-on collision and slammed on the brakes. The vehicle just missed me but I felt like I was attacked. I got out of the car, examined my vehicle and walked up to the driver, an older, well-appointed woman. I told her to be especially careful driving such a large vehicle. She declared that she did not hit me and seemed indifferent.

I think this incident triggered my GI pains the next day, which I thought might be diverticulitis. I was in shock at the holiday party and a bit off at work the following day. On the drive home I felt like a creature was kicking me from inside my belly. I went to the doctor and was put on antibiotics. Was it stress related IBS or diverticulitis? Per usual, I have no clue. What I do know is that I hate driving in a world where people poorly manage massive vehicles, text, and make calls while operating them.

Blue-Christmas: I have always felt alien during this time of year and this has not really changed, regardless of any inner-evolution. While I marvel at all the lights, trees decked out to the nines, and poinsettia in every color and permutation, I don’t understand this holiday. I do understand it is borrowed from pagan traditions and correlates with the beginning of Winter ( the Capricorn season), but emotionally it doesn’t click. I just don’t get it. I am inside my bubble where none of the festivities are able to enchant me. Being at work just amplifies my isolation. It took awhile for me to put it together, but working outside the home triggers more sadness and angst and increases my desire to build up my defenses. I do not fit in at work and am actually considering applying for new jobs in the New Year.

I have also requested a transfer to my friend’s position after she leaves. It may signal a new beginning with different co-workers and a nicer office. I find it so interesting that when I begin a new venture I am immune initially to the characters that emerge on the scene. At this juncture, so many of them resemble people I have encountered before. With the exception of my clients, my life has not been impacted much by having these “new” people in my stratosphere. I am still grateful though to be working and earning money. It is just that I continue to find myself in toxic settings and am beginning to conclude that it is not me, it is the state of office politics. On the positive side of the ledger, my supervisor approved my plan to create a new group for the young and/or newly diagnosed. I am excited about building something original based on my passion for helping people get back to the business of living. I will keep you updated.

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Traditionettes: I just made up this new word to describe some of what I set up for this season on a regular basis. Since I do not celebrate Christmas, Hanukkah, or Kwanzaa, there is not much to do. However there are some elements that bring my comfort and peace in a small way. I would seek out eggnog every December until I became lactose intolerant. Boy do I miss that drink, a concoction that tastes like a boozy milkshake. Maybe I can find a lactose – free version.  I always listen to the Nutcracker either on CD or on TV. I have been fortunate to see it live at least once and it was spectacular. Speaking of nuts, I have not eaten any whole nuts since April 2015, but I do enjoy nut milks and nut butters, etc. I am very enamored with chestnuts, going back to enjoying marrons glacés over ice cream as a child. I found chestnut cream this week ~ pureed chestnuts with vanilla and sugar. It is addictive! Try it with ice cream or yogurt, dip chocolate in it, spread it on a baguette, or straight out of the jar!

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I usually purchase a poinsettia and place it on the dining room table. I enjoy experimenting with nuanced colors and patterns. They add a warm glow to any setting. This year I chose one with peachy leaves, resembling autumn foliage. This plant is not poisonous for pets and has such a storied history. Learn more about poinsettia here.

Fate and purpose: I continue to ponder who is driving this bus, meaning, who is the ” me ” that enjoys the Nutcracker and dips chocolate in puréed chestnuts? How or what is the source of my love affair with astrology and Indian cuisine? Where does my affinity for writing and obsession with pattern and color originate? Is it personality or Divine guidance, ego or Higher Self ? Joe Dispenza states that what we anticipate through intention or intuition is really what we are destined to have in our lives. We just get a sneak preview of what fate has in store for us. Matt Kahn says that everything is fated, but the degree of worthiness we attribute to our circumstances determines the outcome. So I ponder: if all is determined beforehand, why desire anything? What is the point? Who is doing the desiring anyway? Any thoughts on this?

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Rudolph’s friends: While listening to the end of Matt Kahn’s video yesterday, I noticed some movement in the backyard. At first I thought it was a dog, but I sensed much  more activity. I observed and counted at least 10 deer hanging out in broad daylight. A few of them were actually prancing around, which seemed novel to me. A stray cat emerged out of central casting, moving slowly and seemingly oblivious to all the deer activity. It truly was a whirlwind of activity! I am quite fond of deer and was happy to have them congregate near me, albeit briefly. So today I was gifted a free subscription to Carrie Hart’s power animal site and selected a power animal for the day. Guess who choose me? the buck! The central message for buck is grace, confidence, and renewal. This definitely seems fitting and the synchronicity between the deer sighting and choosing the buck adds more energy to the message. Perhaps this was a faint taste of holiday magic for me to savor.

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Last Christmas: While preparing this post, I was conjuring up memories of some of my favorite holiday songs. Some of these include Christmas Wrapping by the Waitresses. BandAid’s Do They Know It’s Christmas, Do You Hear What I Hear?, Anything Nutcracker, Adam Sandler’s Hanukkah Song, Father Christmas by the Kinks, and George Michael’s Last Christmas. Most of these are pop songs by contemporary artists that I grew up with. They are touchstones that give me the illusion of safety and comfort. Just like the chestnut cream or eggnog, they are cozy and soothing. They also help me mark the passing of time. I just learned that George Michael passed away at age 53. I first heard his music when he was in Wham and I found his voice romantic and soulful. Many of his songs were part of the soundtrack of my early adulthood. He was so much more that a pretty face; his voice was gorgeous and his lyrics were incredibly moving. I do not know if he died today, but it was announced today, on Christmas. His song Last Christmas helped me gauge the passing of each year and the direction for the future. Call it ironic but one of his most iconic songs partially foretold his future. His life would end on Christmas, his last one.

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Transcending the Mundane

Readers who have been following my life know there are many ups, downs, spirals, and paradoxes. And that’s just this week! As we enter the next important lunation, tomorrow’s full moon at 22 degrees Gemini ( less than 1 degree away from my own Gemini Moon), I am picking up the pieces left over from the upheaval of the past few days. My vacation seems like a distant memory now, while current events leave me overstimulated, depressed, and bored. This full moon has many interesting twists: Sun conjunct Saturn opposes it, Chiron squares it, Jupiter trines it ( while sextiling Sun Saturn) and Ceres conjunct Uranus sextiles it ( while making a trine to Sun Saturn.) We could call it a mixed bag, but didn’t I say that already?

To be a bit more specific, look for chances to integrate philosophical or foreign structures, use inspiration to ground rather than scatter, nurture your-Self unconventionally and collectively, and teach what you must learn via creative pursuits, meditation/prayer, and dream-work.

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Now, about that dream-work…

I have not been  actively pursuing dream revelations of late, because I feel the need for relief from stimuli. I actually would relish multiple nights of dream-less sleep ( as others have shared online recently). But some significant nocturnal experiences have graced my life despite any otherwise set intentions. Last night was quite rare, a semi-lucid OBE ? aka astral projection journey. I add the question mark because this was different from my occasional OBE. Let me explain: on a few rare occasions I have recalled floating around my home, heading towards the ceiling , leaving my body behind. I was semi-lucid, meaning I had some awareness of my state, but less of an ability to transform the dreamscape, as is the case with lucid dreaming. I have had many more lucid dreams that astral travel journeys, so my understanding is limited.

Last night in the middle of what seemed to be a dream sequence, I get out of bed and begin to walk around. My home is not mine, however and I start flying all about this strange residence. It is filled with a large family. I float from room to room and observe the decor. The home has many rooms, all casually furnished with plenty of books. One room has dark green walls and a dark hued couch. There is some residue from spending last night watching a phenomenal film, Captain Fantastic. I highly recommend this story starring the enigmatic Viggo Mortensen about an unconventional family that lives off the grid .

I watch a man and woman, presumably the couple, arguing and children playing and running wildly as I survey from above. Next I look at the woman and she screams, but no one interacts with me. I ask myself ” Am I a ghost? ” This is why I believe this was astral, rather than a lucid dream. When I have astral projected before, there was no communication between myself and any “characters” that I encounter.

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Can anyone offer any feedback with regard to this dream-time escapade? Is it astral projection or something else? Please add your 2 cents in the comment section. Many of you regularly travel various realms and I welcome your input. I was glad to fly around awhile and transcend the losses and disappointments of the last few days, if even for a few minutes. My experience definitely fits in with the Gem/Sag energies,  freely flying (Sag) around a house filled with books and plenty of discourse between its inhabitants. ( Gem).

While we all live in challenging times with plenty of uncertainty, there are sparks of possibility and novelty in the air. May we all fly above the fray by transforming and transcending any and all fears and limitations.

Happy full moon litebeings!

 

 

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Stories Beyond the Veil

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Mercury retrograde falls in my 3rd house of communications for this cycle. It has been a productive time for me to reread old material and go over this blog. I recently changed my tagline from pieces of a dream to stories beyond the veil. I can see how this new tagline encompasses my original tagline, adventures of a part-time mystic  and my former one, pieces of a dream. My blog focuses on the subtle and not-so-subtle messages I receive from the Divine. It captures my dreams, adventures, and a whole lot more.

Stories have gotten a bad rap lately and I want to clear this up. It is true that the stories we tell ourselves about our identity and limitations can be negative and quite destructive. I have had to work on making corrections in my own journey. But sharing one’s story as an example for others is incredibly healing and overflowing with light. We learn and grow as a result of knowing each other and witnessing our collective stories. So I happily use story in my tagline for as long as it fits into my vision.

I selected a few posts that are a sampling of what happens beyond the veil. Take some time to read a few that appeal to you. Maybe someday soon the veil will be discarded completely. We shall see…

https://litebeing.com/2013/07/22/three-births-in-one/

https://litebeing.com/2015/08/27/sisterhood-of-the-traveling-business-cards/

https://litebeing.com/2016/01/23/dexter-rising/

https://litebeing.com/2013/07/03/poetry-how-about-a-snake-with-your-rumi/

https://litebeing.com/2015/06/24/emotional-rescue-gratitude-rising/

https://litebeing.com/2015/06/14/could-you-be-loved/

 

Please keep me in your prayers tomorrow May 18, 2016 through the weekend. I have to prep tomorrow for Thursday’s invasive and scary tests.  I am actually quite frightened and have put this off successfully for a very long time. Now is the time to be brave and ” put on my big girl pants.” I would like to believe that all is well and the tests will reveal normal results. I am so fortunate to have so many lovely lights in my corner. Thank you!

Dust to Dust ~ A Mandala Tale

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Today was about doing something new in a place filled with ghosts. I like most things circular, you know this. Kaleidoscopes, astrological wheels, globes, mandalas, hex signs, planets, bangles, hoops, etc. So when one of my coworkers took a group to see a sand mandala demonstration, I was intrigued. It sounded fascinating. I really wanted to join them, but it was not possible. When I learned that the monks destroyed the entire project at the end, my curiosity peaked. What is the purpose? How can you obliterate something you meticulously built with such care?

When I heard that a sand mandala was being created this week at Material Culture, I made a mental note to find some time. Material Culture is a wonderful space filled with exotic treasures from around the world. I used to work at the same complex where it is situated. Interestingly enough,  both a satellite office and the corporate office of two former employers are located rather close together. They share the same side of the parking lot. I moved from one agency to the other and spent some time in both offices. I had wanted to explore Material Culture, but never found the opportunity. My new position kept me quite busy. I promised myself I would go back there some day.

Well that was today.

It was strange retracing my steps as I navigated the parking lot. I have mixed emotions about both of these former employers. There are  some other businesses that occupy this unusual warehouse complex, which is certainly off the beaten track. But the striking view of Center City Philadelphia in the distance never disappoints.  As soon as I entered Material Culture and got a whiff of the incense, my energy shifted. I felt so grounded and relaxed. It was as if I had entered a different dimension. The space is vast and museum-like. There was no signage, but eventually I found the section where the monks were selling wares and working on the sand mandala. It was such a sensual feast ~ a mix of vibrant colors, rich deep scents, and striking sounds that sounded almost musical in nature. I took off my clogs, found a cushion, and drank it all in.

Tomorrow is when they deconstruct the mandala. I could not bear to see that happen. But I was able to contemplate the principle at play. No-thing in form is permanent and all consciousness is in a state of flux. Stay in the moment and be the change.

The header image was taken by me, via my cellphone. Notice that it has more detail than the other image, shot earlier in the day by the Drepung Gomang Buddhist Center. We are forever being recycled, birthed and extinguished, dust to dust.

I highly recommend you attend such a ceremony if you can find one in your area. The skillful intensity of the Tibetan monks is breathtaking and the mandala art, exquisite. I would have stayed longer had I felt more energized. I do feel somewhat better health-wise, but still a bit weak and fatigued. The energy from the physical space and the monks did fuel my spirit and enhance my mood. The charge was positive and the people I encountered seemed peaceful and upbeat.

I found this song after choosing the title for this blog. It is new for me, unlike the complex I visited today. And yet, the message haunts me. It seems to complement the theme of opening up the self to break through any isolation. This resonates for me strongly. I hope it also makes an impact on you.

And thus we begin . . .

May we all remember that we are protected and loved and take comfort in the knowledge that we create our world with every breath….

Please take the time to view this powerful video. I promise you it will be a perfect way to begin 2016.

 

Happy New Year litebeings!

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If you are viewing this post from Facebook or email, it’s likely you will have to click through to watch the video. 

May this be the year we let go of certainty and embrace mystery.

May this be the year we know love as respect and peace as decision.

HAPPY 2016!

Love,
Jamie

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Pain, Empathy, and Vibration

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Yesterday I finished reading Traveling to Parallel Universes by Trish LeSage. I just noticed her last name is Le Sage. How perfect for this Sagittarius season!

If you are fascinated like I am about experiencing other dimensions, read her book. There are so few books out there about this topic. Trust me, as I have researched this rather diligently.

This post is not a book review though. I had a mini-epiphany tonight and it was based on something I read about last night in the book.

It goes a little something like this…

I went on an interview today and I felt utterly crushed when I got home. The funny thing is, I probably will be offered a job there. I do not want to describe the interview or the details of the job. I do want to describe my thought process.

Longtime readers know what a sucky year I have had. Not the worst year of my life, but not one I would ever want to repeat. Lots of Uranus energy everywhere, fraught with unexpected crises and missteps. Most of the happenings were beyond my control. But one was by my own actions and I have not properly forgiven myself yet for it. I lost credentialing as a therapist because I left my practice before finding a new one. I cannot accept private insurance unless I attain the highest level of licensure. This fact was accentuated today as I interviewed for a job I already had and this feels like going backward. So many restrictions continue to interfere with my ability to break free and really live. I sat myself down and asked myself ” How did you end up in a life you do not recognize with so few options?”

A little later the mini-epiphany arrived. I was thinking about a program I helped create. I discussed the Grief and Loss group in the interview and how it came to be. The program was an offshoot of my reaction to the sudden death of my father and a few other sudden losses that occurred around the time of my starting a new job at a Mental Health Recovery Center. Within just a few months of my arrival, a coworker lost her father, a beloved client dropped dead of a heart attack, and a longtime employee died during a freak accident. The atmosphere was so sad and mostly everyone shared in the feelings of helplessness and devastation. I shared with the interviewer that my poor ability to grieve fueled my empathy and birthed a new way for clients to work through years of grief and loss. I do not think the interviewer was that interested in my story, but the telling served me well. I began to think about one of my favorite conundrums : how to be kind  and also be an empath. Matt Kahn and other teachers say that kindness is a great way to raise one’s vibration. I don’t do nice very well when I am supersensitive to my environment. I can become quite impatient and frustrated once I hit my limit. I want to be nice and sometimes the best I can do is be kinder to me for failing to be kind.

This premise triggered a memory from LeSage’s book. She was discussing the moods of people encountered in parallel universes. The author found that nicer people often resided in the lower dimensions ( 1st and 2nd) and that the higher one travels, the more unpleasant the people were. I was really baffled by this initially. Wouldn’t most people be kinder and friendlier in places where miracles abound and physical bodies were lighter and manifestation was typically instantaneous? Why would the kindest folks be in dimensions that are very negative and dense?

This is the thing ~ difficult lives change our outlook. We can become bitter or we can become better. We can reek of sourness or invoke alchemy and create delicious lemonade to quench our thirst. Pain can increase empathy and empathy creates kindness. LeSage goes on to say that in the higher realms life is easy and empathy isn’t required. I don’t live in the higher realms, but I think I would prefer it. Isn’t that what ascension is all about?

So I may make an excellent therapist because my life has been rather difficult. But can I raise my vibration when I feel so resigned to a life offering so few choices and so many doors slamming in my face?

Then I thought about the Lee Harris video I watched today. He emphasized the interplay between inner outrage and the outer world. I considered all the fears and paranoia that have surfaced recently in my consciousness. The video confirmed that most if not all of this is less about my life and more about my assimilation of the violence on the planet. I minimize my exposure, but empaths will feel energy without tuning into the news. I have never been clear which is my stuff and which is totally environmental. Yet, I can clearly see the shift in me as being connected to outside events. I guess I wasn’t able to do so before. Thanks to Lee for helping me discern the source of my recent death anxiety. It is reassuring to realize that I am not alone. This is not the solution though. But that is a different matter entirely that I am not prepared to address.

I hope my perspective will shift about my immediate future. I do not want to sink back into melancholy and victim consciousness. I am aware that my emotions wax and wane rather quickly. At the moment, I feel rather peaceful actually.

I am not looking for those reading this to feel compelled to cheer me up or offer answers. I do welcome any thoughts on how to remain kind on such a chaotic planet or on matters of alternative dimensions and realities.

Or anything else you would like to discuss. I could use some company tonight.

I will have to figure out how to live creatively and optimistically here in this reality until further notice. Thank God I can blog. Maybe if every being on this planet could blog, well …..

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My Awakening Experience and Moving On: It is always about love

Ten years ago today was the culmination of a remarkably intense and joyful awakening experience for me. While James and I first met in 2004, it was not until the following year that everything aligned in Divine Order. It is interesting that Pendle Hill has contacted me this week to write about my time at their retreat center. It is also interesting that today’s astrological transits are very powerful for me. Today marks both my Mars return and transiting Jupiter conjunct my chart ruler ( Uranus.) Both events indicate a burst of energy and exciting beginnings. With all I have endured recently, I am certainly ready for new adventures and breakthroughs that propel me forward with joy and fulfillment.

So I am re-blogging my awakening story in celebration of my ability to be open, embrace change, and boldly share my truth. So much has changed over these past ten years, but my appreciation of Source’s movement in my life has remained a constant. Underneath the sorrow and pain, all is well.

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Please play this while reading :  Collide

The dawn is breaking

A light shining through

You’re barely waking

And I’m tangled up in you

Yeah

Fitting words from the song Collide by Howie Day for an experience that really defies the limits of human communication. This looks like the beginning of a romantic love story. Looks though, can be deceiving! On January 30th, Uranus the Awakener  ( modern ruler of Aquarius) is in full force. Today also marks the Chinese New Year, the Year of the Wood Horse. I chose today on this rare Black Moon, the Aquarius New Moon ( a few degrees behind my Ascendant) that also features Mercury conjunct Neptune to post my offering for my participation inBarbara’s January Challenge on Awakening. Thank you Barbara for giving me a nudge to look back at this time in order to gain some perspective and share with others.

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This has been quite an extraordinary week for myself, Barack Obama, and the United States. Since the president and I share a similar  birth chart ( Aquarius Ascendant, Moon in Gemini in 4th house, close Sun Neptune aspect, Uranus Pluto in the 7th, etc) I pay close attention to how transits affect him on the public stage. I got my tax return with an extra hundred dollars and extra iced tea. The Affordable Care Act ( Obamacare) was validated once more by the Supreme Court, the contentious Trade bill passed, same-sex marriage is the law of the land, confederate flags will be going the way of VHS tapes, and a heartfelt eulogy for Reverend Pinckney in Charleston became an impassioned channeling of the Divine, concluding with a poignant rendition of Amazing Grace.

This week was book-ended by grace. Last Friday the family members and loved ones of the murdered congregation and pastor forgave the alleged murderer and this Friday Obama’s rousing eulogy broadcasted grace all over the planet. This is not an exaggeration. I truly felt a surge of energy while watching him speak, both this morning at the White House and later this afternoon in Charleston.

Venus conjunct Jupiter transiting the descendant can work miracles with a Uranus trine added for good measure! Sometimes I find my president to be a bit cold and distant for a Leo with the moon in Gemini, but today he did me proud! I witnessed a greater version of the man as leader. While I understand that politics are always at play and that he is quite strategic, it was clear to me that he was being used by Source.

I have included excerpts of Obama’s speech today at the White House after the Supreme Court ruled in favor of marriage for all. I highlighted my favorite sections in italics.

Progress on this journey often comes in small increments. Sometimes two steps forward, one step back, compelled by the persistent effort of dedicated citizens. And then sometimes there are days like this, when that slow, steady effort is rewarded with justice that arrives like a thunderbolt.

But today should also give us hope that on the many issues with which we grapple, often painfully, real change is possible. Shift in hearts and minds is possible. And those who have come so far on their journey to equality have a responsibility to reach back and help others join them, because for all of our differences, we are one people, stronger together than we could ever be alone. That’s always been our story.

We are big and vast and diverse, a nation of people with different backgrounds and beliefs, different experiences and stories but bound by the shared ideal that no matter who you are or what you look like, how you started off or how and who you love, America is a place where you can write your own destiny.

We are people who believe every child is entitled to life and liberty and the pursuit of happiness. There is so much more work to be done to extend the full promise of America to every American. But today, we can say in no uncertain terms that we’ve made our union a little more perfect.

That’s the consequence of a decision from the Supreme Court, but more importantly, it is a consequence of the countless small acts of courage of millions of people across decades who stood up, who came out, talked to parents, parents who loved their children no matter what, folks who were willing to endure bullying and taunts, and stayed strong, and came to believe in themselves and who they were.

And slowly made an entire country realize that love is love.

What an extraordinary achievement, but what a vindication of the belief that ordinary people can do extraordinary things; what a reminder of what Bobby Kennedy once said about how small actions can be like pebbles being thrown into a still lake, and ripples of hope cascade outwards and change the world.

While watching him speak , my mind flashed to many of Matt Kahn’s teachings and I had a mini mystical experience. It was a realization that we may really be moving towards a new global paradigm. I know my country is far behind many nations in numerous areas and that saddens me. I am second generation American on my dad’s side and third generation on my mother’s, so my people have not been here long. My trip to Europe really brought home to me the fact that so many “less powerful” nations treat their people better. As a result, I identify more with European values and sensibilities than the conservative, repressive ways of many who run the US government. But when I reflect on the amazing experiment of this young country that started in the city I call home, I want to see things differently. The amazing speed of change within just one week is epic. If you read the text from both of Obama’s speeches, you will see signs of light.

On a similar note: I have been feeling Leofied lately , so naturally the Stones have been front burner. The song She’s A Rainbow came to me last weekend. When I was celebrating my windfall on Monday, I went to Barnes and Nobles ( big surprise, right!) and perused the music section. I notice some CDs are on sale and I pick up one by the Stones. Of course, She’s A Rainbow is one of the tracks so I was compelled to buy the album. What I did not consciously know back then is that the Supreme Court would rule in favor of same-sex marriage today, along with the incredibly popular use of rainbow symbolism. Maybe I was picking up on this psychically, not certain. I observed many rainbows today ( loved the rainbow White House) along with plenty of purple at the funeral in Charleston. I am aware that these symbols have multiple meanings but I equate purple with spiritual energy and rainbows as mystical beacons.

As always, please let me know your reactions.

In honor of purple, rainbows, and Venus( love) Jupiter ( faith and grace) in Leo, please enjoy this sweet Stones song( the purple link)

she’s a rainbow

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