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5 Year Blogiversary ~ Intentions in Process

Can you believe it,  litebeing chronicles is five years old! This blog has become a boisterous, temperamental 5-year-old, finding its voice and asserting its creative muscle day-to-day, from draft to publish. I am featuring a new drawing and tagline to celebrate another exciting year of blogging and building community.

A few months back, Sue Dreamwalker commented that I create some new artwork to reflect a fresh outlook. You can read the blog that inspired her comment here.  The image above  is my re-imagining of my healing journey. The grand canyon in the Western US is my muse, along with the recent transit of Saturn in Capricorn. Since I have my natal Saturn in Capricorn, it is “right on time.” The grand canyon is a kaleidoscope of earth and sky and light, punctuated by wildlife and human interactions. Saturn in Capricorn symbolizes navigating obstacles and delays with patience, persistence, humility, and grace.

I apparently chose the same color palette as my Colonodyssey piece,  but that is where the similarities end. Without hyper-analysis, I see this drawing as flowing with movement, soft in mood, and focused upward. Perhaps in time more nuanced symbolism will reveal itself. I am pleased to have finished the piece, which I nurtured slowly and spontaneously.

Along with the art, I crafted a new tagline to celebrate my 5th blogging year: separation interrupted, evolution imminentI really like the phrase Girl, Interrupted, taken from the film of the same name. Then I combined it with my reaction to the separation by adding evolution imminent.

I see this phrase as a description of my writing, my spiritual journey, and of the planet at large. The concept of separation is taken from A Course in Miracles, where it is seen as the illusion of disconnect from Source.  Collective separation is on the wane, and ascension is imminent. The tricky part is determining exactly how imminent and what ascension/evolution/at-one-ment will look like. I do not have the answers. The words came to me and I just jotted them down and edited the tagline, that’s all! We shall see how this tagline plays out, for myself, my writing, and the highest good for Gaia.

As many readers know, I deliberated chose 1-11 as my blog birthday because I had been seeing 11s and 1s repeatedly as numerical sequences everywhere and with increasing frequency. As it turns out, 2018 is an 11 year.  2 + 1 +8 equals 11.  11 is a master number , which holds a higher vibrational frequency. It signifies inspiration and all things mystical. It is also a double one, emphasizing innovation, self, independence, and mastery. When not approached with loving intentions, an 11 can be reduced to a 2, which centers around relationships and duality.

Check out these links to learn more about the electric and exuberant eleven:

http://www.whats-your-sign.com/spiritualmeaningofnumbereleven.html

https://feliciabender.com/2018-a-master-11-2-universal-year-the-overall-theme-is-love/

So what are my intentions for this 5th blogging year? The number 5 deals with adventure, movement, and travel and is associated with the planet Mercury so perhaps my evolution will include some or all of those directions. The 5th dimension is where we are ultimately headed as a planetary species, so that is another clue. While I am not living there in physical form all the time, I have occasional fleeting glimpses of the plane where divine love and effortless manifestation reside.

I have not formally set any intentions yet, except to make good on some promises to publish a few posts from 2017 that eluded me. I also want to share my genealogy findings, interview some folks, and bring some more awareness to addiction and mental illness as they pertain to the spiritual path. Beyond that, I need to take some time to see if there are new avenues for me to explore creatively.

 

Which topics are you interested in ?

Please let me know your preferences in the comments section.

I always love to hear from you!

 

I have drawn some cards for the new year and many of them point to passion for work, fertility, creativity, love, inner reflection, and masculine energy. It is interesting how so many of the cards within this reading and together with last lunation’s reading focus on the same themes. Since my blog documents the curiosity and awe that appear as light in my life, it is likely that these themes will show up here at WordPress. Speaking of WordPress, here’s to an awesome birthday for WP founder Matt Mullenweg. Cheers!

Thanks to all my fellow writers and readers who share the lite with me from post to post and comment to comment. We are all in this together!

Blessings, Linda aka litebeing

 

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Review: Dispelling Wetiko by Paul Levy

I have been hinting for some time that the state of our planet is a symptom of our collective shadow. This book review of Dispelling Wetiko by Paul Levy truly articulates my ideas in a grounded, cohesive format. Thank you Jessica for this fascinating post.

Adventures of a Reluctant Mystic

dispelling-wetikoThis week Zoe is reading Dispelling Wetiko by Paul Levy, which explores the collective psychosis now gripping our culture and challenges us to look inside ourselves for answers. The name ‘wetiko’ comes from Native American cultures and refers to a spirit or wicked person who terrorises others through its evil acts. Wetiko is an archetype that arises from the collective unconscious, a psychic virus that represents the nightmare we’re all dreaming up together.

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Grasshopper Riding Shotgun

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Howdy litebeings,

I am continuing to digest this past summer as we swirl into Scorpio season next week ( woohoo!). Early August found me immersed in animal magick and it was truly wonderful to behold.

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Since it  is likely that I will be trading in my purple car soon, I am glad that the featured photos present my faithful ” Sascha ” in all her glory.

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On 8-4-16 I  found a grasshopper on my car on windshield. It rode with me all the way to work, hanging on even at 60 mph on a busy freeway. He ( or she) hung out all day at work in the parking lot ( where I took a few photos).  Grasshopper later accompanied me back all the way from work and stayed a couple more hours upon my arrival home. It was astonishing to me as I have not experienced anything like this before.

On 8-6-16 after reading Shelley’s grasshopper post where she responds to my otter post for inspiration, I see a large otter in my backyard. It is practically screaming for me to take its pic. So I go outside to do so and it immediately moves away. I took a shot anyway, hoping to capture the moment.

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Then on 8-13-16 I found a gray feather by my car while parked at home. Two days later I spot another gray feather at my office parking lot. A couple of weeks later I discovered a blueish gray feather in my front yard. Here is a shot of the gray feathers. The blue one vanished before I was able to photograph it.

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Reflections:

I found myself mesmerized by the grasshopper and began to develop an attachment to it. I was relating to it as if it was my companion, in a Dexterly fashion. The symbolism for grasshopper is very strongly rooted in mysticism and resonated with me very deeply:

The grasshopper chooses those of us who are innovators, forward-thinkers, and those who progress in life by unorthodox methods. This is because grasshopper symbolism recognizes tremendous leaps of faith, impressive jumps in progress and consistent forward momentum. Those with this totem are likely to aim high, and achieve amazing feats – they take great leaps where others fear to tread (or jump, in this case).

Another special feature of the grasshopper totem is that it calls to those who have natural clairvoyant abilities. Just as the grasshopper uses thousands of tiny eyes to formulate the “big picture” so too do those whom the grasshopper is called. In other words, those with this totem are visionaries. They see things intuitively, seeing beyond what the concrete world holds, and they use this special vision to see the world with a childlike wonder.

I have blogged about the otter before and have appreciated all the otter love from readers.  I can definitely relate to their quirky, unconventional nature and admire their ability to be playful. I cannot be certain though that I was spotting otters, or another species such as beaver, groundhog, or muskrat. Or perhaps another unidentified creature that shares similar traits. I will continue to focus on noticing whomever crosses my path with the intention of seeking wisdom in their messages. Indigenous cultures revered the natural world and I see this practice becoming more critical now than ever before.

The awareness of the extraordinary residing in the ordinary is a primary part of my blog and I believe that August was very significant for me in terms of protection and guidance. The trick is to be able to discern the messages and apply them with reverence and care.

Check out this site for reliable insights on a variety of beloved creatures that inhabit our planet.

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January 2017 update: Here are a few more symbolic receipts collected since this post. Looks like some new sequences are making an appearance, take note. Apologies for the quality, maybe a smart phone might have some advantages, we’ll see…

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My summer was one of extremes and I am just beginning to take stock of what went down. Let’s begin today with a numerology – packed post for  events that occurred between 8-27-16 and 9-24-16, taking up most of the Virgo time period.

 

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This is my receipt from my brunch at Cake on 9-4-16. It was quite a lovely meal that ended on a powerful note.

 

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This blurry but angelic image was taken at McDonald’s on 9-5-16. I have been eating rather healthy since July, but I do have a thing for egg biscuits! I am human, at least some of the time.

 

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This first picture was taken inside my car, Sascha, on 9-18-16 at the Willow Grove Giant lot.  The second one was shot on 9-24-16 driving home from the Flourtown Giant. I initially thought  the odometer was broke and only now theorized that when a car moves past 99999 to 100000 the tenth of a mile gauge becomes the mile gauge so it can appear the miles are not being measured, but they actually are. I am not certain about this, but I am happy the odometer is still functioning properly.

This milestone occurred at exactly 2:22 pm. I could not make this up! Interesting Giant connection too ~ just sayin’. I am now convinced it is time to finally get a new car. I see the 111000 mark as significant.

Many 11 sightings happen like clockwork, pun intended, but here’s one that is a bit unusual. My niece Lily came to visit me on 8-27-16 with my mom. I don’t see her often so it was a treat. She plays soccer and came over right after her game so she was wearing her jersey. It is number 11! While reflecting on it today I realized that  Lily, which can also be written lily = 111y!

I was told her soccer number assignment was random, but since she is a master teacher, I don’t agree.

Follow the Winding Brook

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This is a draft from November 2014 that had not made it to press. It was almost complete, save a few sentences I added a few minutes ago. In light of where I find myself currently, this piece is quite significant. More will be revealed soon. Have a great Memorial Day weekend!

I chose this painting entitled Winding Brook to illustrate that life can be lived like an open road with many twists and turns. What is truly magical is that the name Winding Brook itself is significant in a deeply personal way. Two of the loves of my life ( unbeknownst to one another) resided at the Winding Brook cul-de-sac many years ago. I worked there when I first moved to Philadelphia. Nice housing development, even better metaphor. I knew it should appear here for my post-birthday offering.

I can honestly say that I am gaining more clarity regarding my future, especially in regards to life purpose. The past few days in particular have brought me insights that are leading me out of what seems at times to be a perpetual fog. Born with Sun conjunct Neptune, this tends to be my default position. The fog can be incredibly mysterious and envelope you in its magnificence but I don’t like to drive in it!

With just a few weeks more before I must decide to either pull a rabbit out of a hat ( irony intended) or take my retirement money early, the heat has been on. I take full responsibility for my financial predicament. Years upon years of choices have led me to where I am today. I understand my relationship with money much better now than ever and I am totally fine with it.

Like Prince says:

Money don’t matter to night (no, don’t matter)
It sure didn’t matter yesterday (yesterday)
Just when you think you’ve got more than enough
That’s when it all up and flies away (flies away, flies away)
That’s when you find out that you’re better off
Makin’ sure your soul’s alright (make certain that your soul’s alright)
‘Cause money didn’t matter yesterday,
It sure don’t matter to night

 

This song has been bouncing in my head the last few days and I agree with its premise. I want to make sure my soul’s alright. I just had another birthday and I find this occasion to be a fine time to engage in some honest reflection about the state of my soul. While Prince rarely allows his videos to remain online, this Scorpio Gemini hybrid sure can make a statement with his lyrics. Today the Sun is in Scorpio with the moon in Gemini and it mimics my natal positions almost exactly. I feel so much like me today and hope my message is indicative of  the intense whimsy that resides at my core.

Money is not my primary objective, but freedom to move freely and unencumbered in pursuit of my highest expression IS. I have tried the past couple years to tell myself it is alright to have a small life, in order to appease myself and become comfortable with accepting my reality instead of fighting it. Learn to live within limits and make do with your circumstances. This concept is spoken like a reluctant realist who has just come off a brutal Saturn cycle. I also have had a progressed chart loaded with  many Capricorn planets, a Cap MH and a Taurus ascendant for quite a few years now.

There lies the rub. I now can clearly see that teaching and speaking my truth have a lot to do with my ” next steps” on the highway of life. I thought this new break in the action was a chance to regroup, especially when the research interview easily dropped into my lap. Although the research position did not materialize, it helped solidify what matters to me. Work has typically been the bane of my existence. I do not fit into highly conforming systems. Being an outsider resulted in plenty of stress, wreaking havoc with my health and peace of mind. Most of my jobs were a not so great fit, but had aspects to them that I really enjoyed. I want to hold onto the positive aspects of being a “helper”. At the same time, I cherish inner peace. The nourishment it offers is unlike anything else.

How will I find balance between purpose and peace?

Stay tuned..

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I have observed that I typically attract certain people, places, and circumstances in clusters, and during certain times. Last year during the Scorpio season, friends and family from near and far came together to celebrate me. It was unlike other birthdays because of the diversity of people and how most of the gatherings came to me organically. I wrote about this phenomenon here and here and here.

The preponderance of planets in the Western hemisphere of my natal chart means that experiences usually come to me via initiation by others. It is about receptivity and waiting. While waiting is not my strong suit, experience has shown me that my life moves the most when other people catalyze actions. This past week or so has certainly proven that time and time again. Last weekend was spent doing a spontaneously scheduled phone reading for Dayna. It was wonderful to connect in this way. That afternoon I traveled to a nearby gallery to attend an astrology lecture. The event had some glitches ( to be revealed later), but there was such a wonderful vibe among those gathered, along with a surprise encounter. One of the attendees is an old friend who recently moved back to the area after being away for a good while. We had not seen one another for about 14 years. Being in each other’s company sparked so many great memories. We expect to see each other again very soon.

This weekend was a beautiful conglomeration of three magical meals among  gal pals old and new, along with the supportive men who care for them. These meals came together mostly seamlessly and effortlessly, despite all the retrograde theatrics. Friday night I had dinner with Sarah, Ka, and her very accepting and witty husband. Being in the company of these amazing bloggettes and celebrating our shared connection was precious. It felt like we were resuming our sisterhood, rather than forging new bonds. Ka traveled all the way from California to visit her friends and family in Pennsylvania. I am so grateful she included me and invited Sarah. Words are inadequate to describe the electricity and love between us.

Saturday I get an impromptu invitation to lunch with my former mentee / current friend Rachel. She just happened to be in my neighborhood. While I was a bit wired from Friday evening’s festivities, I decided to meet up for a leisurely lunch. Rachel and I  are about 15 years apart so she is the same age now that I was when I became her college mentor. It is very cool to see how we both have changed and mellowed over time. It is also great that we share the same sun/moon combo ( Scorpio sun, Gemini moon). Our temperaments are similar and we tend to enjoy many of the same interests. The conversation is never stifled when we get together!

Sunday evening I hung out with Caryn and her friend ( we will call him Bob.) You may remember Caryn from her fabulous paintings posted here. She drove all the way from Connecticut for only a few days. Bob’s presence made a pleasant addition to our party. It was fantastic that Caryn made time for me during her brief visit with Bob. I also met her beloved Scotty terrier ( one of three.)

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Per usual, there were interesting themes among the 3 visits. For example, one of the men has an uncanny resemblance to a former flame. You know, the one who seems to show up in unexpected ways. I did NOT see that coming! One friend lives in San Diego and another friend was invited to travel to San Diego. One friend was curious about visiting a new boutique grocery store that opened nearby and another friend went to that grocery before meeting up with me that evening. The icing on the synchronicity cake is that I adore the rotisserie chicken at that market and go there specifically for the chicken. Well, one friend bought some of that famous rotisserie chicken for her dog and brought the leftovers with her to the French restaurant! It is also synchronous to know that the word rotisserie happens to be French in origin. None of these connections were planned or discussed beforehand. One last detail: all 3 restaurants are located on the same street and two of them are located in the same hotel.

I am so thrilled that I got to spend all this time with such phenomenal spirits. During this part of my journey, it really matters to have a supportive community to call your own. While the activity was frenetic at times, the love and affection was palpable. I have said it many times before, but I am so grateful to have cultivated such incredible friendships.

While I thought Pluto transiting my 11th house of friends might leave me isolated and lonely, the opposite is true. When all is said and done, the folks who remained or appeared over this ten-year transit have proven to be kind, generous, and genuine. Excuse the superlatives, these are amazing people and the adjectives used are not in any way inauthentic. What is also worth mentioning is that all of them would most likely enjoy each other’s energy. I am so lucky they all have me in common.

So here’s the restaurant buzz, if you find yourself in Philadelphia:

Eclectic healthy eats and comfort food:

http://chestnuthillgrill.com/Chestnut_Grill/Welcome.html

Chinese fusion:

http://www.cincinrestaurantphiladelphia.com/

Classic French:

http://www.parisbistro.net/

 

Tell me about your tribe. How did you coalesce?

 

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The Jury is Still Out

UPDATE 2-27-16: I was excused from jury duty.

This is a short blog dedicated to a new swirl of psychic activity. Nothing seems to be driving this train, like intention or visualization. This is a teeny tiny occurrence, but meaningful all the same. This Fire Monkey New Moon event may be responsible for some internal rewiring. We shall see…

I do not recall what even triggered this thought. I was sitting on my bed, thinking and musing, per usual. I became aware that it has been years since I was called to serve on a jury. I began to wonder why there has not been a summons in about ten years. I thought it may have to do with leaving City government in 2006. I had the thoughts and then moved on to the next thing.

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SIDEBAR: In classic litebeing fashion, I quickly scanned the image, ignoring the details. This summons is for Philadelphia. Huh? It was downloaded online, not my personal summons. The synchrony train continues : choo choo !

What do you think appeared in the mailbox on Friday? A jury summons! All I can say is OMG! Between this event and the pre-cognitive death dream, I sense that my third eye is opening up at a faster clip. It is so interesting that neither of these occurrences were a result of any practice or exercise. I am not interested in jury duty and I was not focused ( at least consciously) on my mother’s friend Ann. Maybe these experiences have been orchestrated simply to get my attention.

Mission accomplished!

 

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I am wondering if going to jury duty may trigger some interesting chain of events. I guess there is one way to find out. This is definitely a Saturn in Sag development. Saturn being government and Sag representing the legal system. The location of the court would bring me back to City Hall, not far from where I worked for close to 20 years. Ambivalence prevails. This pending full moon closely aspects my MC/IC axis, not to mention my Pluto. Since the full moon occurs tomorrow, it is likely that a preference will surface.  Like Scarlett O ‘Hara famously once said, ” I’ll think about it tomorrow.”

Have you noticed a recent uptick in psychic ability?

How about a surge in dream recall or telepathy?

Do tell!

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Get Off the Couch and Ride the Energetic Train

I just finished viewing the latest Matt Kahn video and I cannot wait to share it with you.

If you only watch 1 Matt Kahn video, watch this one.

If you only watch 1 video of any kind, watch this one!

This is the absolute best way to supercharge the new year. The lessons here are pure genius. I have been aggressively asking my guides to assist me with my next steps and I got my answers and then some.  Thank you!

How does he do it? It doesn’t matter, but I just had to ask. It felt as if he was addressing me directly, but maybe thousands of folks spend too much time on their couches. The title is Energy Upgrade. This tells you nothing and everything about what you will encounter here. How does he use material from Seinfeld to illustrate cosmic magnificence? Brilliantly. I want to say more, but that would spoil the fun. We can discuss later.

 You will have to tune in to find out.

 

header image taken at the Garden Railway display at Longwood Gardens January 2016.
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The Golden Road to Transformation

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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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Right Place, Wrong Time

I love using song titles for my posts. It was gonna be ” Oops I Did It Again” by Britney Spears, but I just couldn’t go there. Besides, this Dr. John classic discusses time and lately I am all about time!

So why this song? I find myself dumbfounded by my inability to hold onto anything lately. I am so glad to have another birthday and get on with it. At least then I gain another year.

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So where was the right place? Bryn Mawr College. Oh how I loved it there. I made amazing friends, was reignited with passion for my career, and learned so much about how to serve.  My degree is Master of Social Service. It is unlike the typical Master of Social Work title. Bryn Mawr is distinguished in a myriad of ways, but in this case it distinguished itself by substituting service for work. It did make a world of difference. So I graduate and pass my licensing exam on the first try. Woohoo I am a licensed professional. I honestly would not have wanted to go anywhere else. I was accepted also at Penn, but I made the wise choice.

When was the wrong time? 1996. Now, there is nothing wrong with 1996. It was a perfectly fine year. This has to do with Pennsylvania state law. Just a couple of years after I become licensed, the stated decides to add another level of licensure. In order to practice therapy and get insurance reimbursement for services, you now have to get another license and get documented hours of supervision. Then you can take another exam and so on…

When I first heard about this, I was stunned. ” Are you kidding me?” However, I doubt that this recent situation could have been predicted or avoided. I have been working as a therapist for years and already have a license for doing something I did in the 1980s with just a Master’s Degree in Psychology. No license required thenThen was the right time.

So I was lucky enough to be grandfathered in when I wanted to return to work as a therapist. Cool, I thought. I liked my group practice and figured I would work there after I retired. Well, the owner sold the practice not long ago and I was less than pleased. The new regime was not to my liking ( putting it mildly), so I left. Little did I know this decision would come back to bite me now.

I discovered a few weeks ago that once I left my practice and exited the network, I cannot return without the LCSW. Do you think I was told about this? No. How about when I contacted the credentialing entity to notify them of my status? What was I told when I asked about resuming my practice? I was told that I would just reapply when I join another group. That was all. Not a word about my license.

Nadda.

This morning I heard that my appeal was denied. It is so tempting to say, okay I am going to remain retired. I could assume this is a sign that I am to remain on this couch with a new cat at a to be determined time. However I realize that it is not so simple. Those types of conclusions are erroneous. To be absolutely frank, I do not think licenses are necessary. Passing an exam does not make one a clinician. Many professionals are licensed and are anything but professional. What about driver’s licenses? How many licensed drivers should be off the road? Get my point.

So where is the spiritual part of this post? I could start a new blog for rants if I wanted. Well, for starters, writing is my therapy and I don’t need a license to blog ( yet!). Secondly, I know that such a twist of fate is somehow for my evolution. It was so perfectly orchestrated. I do not know how this will be for my betterment, but throwing a tantrum will not suffice. It is all about acceptance and forgiveness. It boils down to me forgiving myself for not being able to fix the unfixable. It is also about permitting myself to grieve the loss of autonomy that my credentialed status allowed me to enjoy. It is all about reinvention and loving the aspects of myself that are prone to self-doubt and defeatism. For the astrologers, let’s call it Pisces South Node. Victim central. I will not allow myself to live in Victim Central.

People make decisions regularly without all of the facts. Even HSPs who are highly intuitive don’t know everything. Who knew? Not me.

It happens. Shit happens. It and shit rhymes. I am losing it a little now. Won’t be the first time. But it is the right time.

To recap: Bryn Mawr good, 1996 bad.

If only.

Humor me: If you have been in a similar situation, do tell.

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