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It’s a snowy sleepy Sunday and that is fine by me. A few birds came to visit on the terrace and this morning the bird feeders were the place to be fed and seen. I finally saw a few cardinals too. Happy Mercury in Aquarius retrograde season with February and Imbolc fast approaching. Many readers know I relish this time of year, but lately time is a blur. I often forget what day it is. Yet the snow set the scene of midwinter with the telltale signs of gradually shorter evenings and gradually longer daylight. Imbolc celebrates the movement towards spring and the Goddess Brigid. I hope you all are faring reasonably well. My Mercury surprise came a few days early when my newish laptop went bizarro. The keyboard has gone rogue with various keys typing incorrect characters or none at all. I am using my 2009 laptop now, which is very temperamental. I know I need to get a new PC, but will wait until this transit is over. I am grateful this one works at all. This particular transit relates to science, electronics, groups, and the future. I predict it will be interesting, especially with so many planets placed in Aquarius now.

A new year, a new milestone. WordPress told me I have 1337 followers now; apparently that is a thing! I actually have more than this figure counting Facebook folks, etc. I am grateful for every person who visits here. Thanks to everyone! Sometimes I still wonder what keeps people coming by. If you want to answer this query, let me know!

Does anyone remember my old post Timeless Tunes? I have a new song to add to my collection of time bending songs. My shower is often the place I feel closer to my higher self and spirit in general. Recently a song came to me in the shower that is featured on a macaroni and cheese commercial. The song is Only Time by the artist Enya.

It can be an ear-worm but the lyrics have an important message about the unpredictability of life and to be patient. It is also has a very soothing, almost angelic vibration. It reminds me to slow my mind, quell my worries, and let the stories play out. With so much still uncertain in my life, this is a challenge. Yet I am thankful for the good in my life and what I am manifesting in the now.

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These prisms images above were discovered a few weeks ago. I caught the light dancing on the living room closet and was awestruck. I quickly wondered how often I miss these spots of beauty in plain sight. Life seems random but it is tailored to one’s imprinting, attitude, vibratory frequency, and akashic record. However we make choices that advance the journey across time and space. I have noticed a barrage of synchronicities occurring between my thoughts or words and the “outside world” ( tv, internet, email, music, etc) I am no closer to understanding the purpose, but someone wise told me it has to do with the environment mirroring my internal world. It is also possible that spending so much time at home with devices at the ready has amped up these synchs.  In any case I thought it was an opportune occasion to introduce you to another Tom Montalk video. This is his take on synchronicity and it is so detailed and thorough. Of course it contained a major synch for me during my initial viewing. Surprise, surprise right? This reminds me of the line of a poem I wrote in my late teens: Time is moving like a song.  I cannot recall the rest of this poem but like this line because it encapsulates most of what I have written about today: Seasons, holidaze, synchronicities, a song about time, and statistics based on accrual of time. Enjoy the video, enjoy your day, enjoy each breath, behold the light.

Returning Home – Part VIIII – Deeper Embodiment and Grounding

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Where we come from is who we are but we choose every day who we  become. . My family’s not  perfect but they made me  who I am and gave me chances they never had. My future, whatever it is, is their shared legacy.

 

From the film Hillbilly Elegy

 

This entry is part of the Returning Home series, which explores the various ways one can return to God or Source. This blog will be different in that I am not exploring a place or method outside of myself, but rather a dialogue with myself for the purpose of grounding, deeper embodiment, and increased inner peace. This more urgent pursuit has been triggered by the recent Lunar Eclipse on November 30th at 8°37 ′ Gemini conjunct my IC point at 5 Gemini and squaring my natal Pluto placement at  7 °50 ′ Virgo. This lunation dovetailed with my immersion in an Animist Psychology Course which addresses Gaia, Ancestors and Mental Health.

Over the past week or two, a steady stream of synchronicities have been appearing, all communicating the power of one’s lineage. One example is a recent online astrological lecture I attended by Helen Cierzo featuring Family Patterns in Astrology. I learned about how my family of origin has a Neptune pattern signaling enmeshment. I have known since forever about the enmeshment, but now astrology confirms it! Long time readers know that synchronicities are not new to me, but the veracity of synchs around ancestry and family dynamics has been fast and quite relentless. We do see what we believe and what I believe is my history is complicated.

Another important synch was deciding to view Hillbilly Elegy after initially discounting it. I was so involved in the storyline and felt very aware of the different characters. Part of it is understanding of the addictive process from my role as an addictions therapist, while most of it links to my own childhood memories. It was  less about the details and more about the thoughts and emotions that came up, such as fear, being parentified, anger, over responsibility, abuse, and desire to rise above and transform.

While there is nothing in my lifetime that is similar to Appalachia, I have long held a profound curiosity about the people and the land. It is also ironic that I could see my maternal grandmother’s persona in that of Glenn Close’s character.  Not the “crazed ” parts, but the bluntness and simplicity of being.  While observing  Close’s portrayal of Mamaw, I can access my own grandma playing cards like a master with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth! She was nothing like my prim and proper mother who stays in her lane. My grandma was an outlier, much like me, a wild card, who blended traditional roles of wife and mother with that of a rebel who did not care about people pleasing or “branding ” of an image. I wish I knew her better and what forces shaped her into being.

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I struggle with so many questions while taking this Animist course. Such as why am I more in tune with cultures and imagery outside of my verified DNA? I know I am not adopted, but fantasized as an adolescent about finding my true family. Most of this can be attributed to my lightworker mission, but some of it is about being called to people’s outside my white middle class confines. Bluegrass music and Scots Irish folksongs gets me every time. When I visit the mountains ( The Catskills in New York, The Poconos in Pennsylvania, and or the beloved Blue Ridge Mountains of Shenandoah Valley Virginia mostly) or watch media about Appalachia, the music grabs me and does not let go. The vibrations tug gently at first at my heartstrings but quickly escalate to a firm clutch on my soul, that words fail to convey.  I have no clue why it has such a grip on me, similar to reggae rhythms and drum circle rituals. I have no historical frame of reference. Both my parents were very musical ( prominent Taurus and other Venusian placements) but their musical taste reflected the times they were born into, nothing more.

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I have included several videos of both contemporary and classical Appalachian music from artists and movies that tear at my heart. I recommend you watch Cold Mountain and Songcatcher to bask in the glorious music and learn more about a people who have been underestimated or harshly judged. Also, here’s a shout out to Leigh who turned me on to ancestral trauma and healing and Jen, my first friend from Kentucky who is one of the most creative, strongest and wisest people I have some to know.

 

Please tell me in the comments about your heritage, or love of music, or affinity for a certain place or people.

Water Goddess

 

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Happy everything under the sun and moon/ day litebeings!

I have been out of commission again with another colon – odyssey relapse but feel inspired to do some sharing tonight. My mind and heart has been all over the place, looking at old photos, experiencing quite spirited dreams, and reflecting on the Barnes Matisse class and my Reiki 1 certification. What does it all mean ?

What have I done, where have I been, what do I value, who do I love, what do I want, how can I feel alive in the present moment? Nostalgia, gratitude, regret, sadness, awe, grief, guilt, curiosity, I am feeling it all. Very intensely.

I do not have the energy or interest to write about today’s Blue Taurus full moon,  Halloween, Samhain ( properly celebrated at 15 degrees Scorpio which happens to land on my birthday this year in my time zone!) or the highly hyped Mercury retrograde. There are many great articles out there and I rather make this more personal.

I have been feeling a strong pull to listen to Joni Mitchell’s music the last few weeks. I have a great CD of hers, which I used to play in the car, but my leased vehicle doesn’t have a CD player and my CD player at home is not working now.  I am too fixed in my ways to start downloading music and listening to it on this pc with its crummy sound system. So YouTube on my TV does the trick for now.

You may wonder, why Joni Mitchell? Her voice takes me to other realms where all is calm and sweet. She is also a Scorpio and probably my favorite Scorpio musician, with Neil Young close behind. Her music is so ethereal and soothing, like a feather floating down from the sky, gently tickling your nose.

I have pulled her natal chart to take a closer look.

Joni Mitchell truly is a water goddess with Cancer rising, Scorpio sun, and Pisces moon. The sun weighs in at 14 degrees 52 minutes Scorpio so she is a Samhain cross quarter day soul! I can sense the twilight, longing, melancholy and darkness in tone, along with pain, rage, and relentless passion.

With Saturn conjunct Mars in Gemini in the 12th ruling her descendant, she has not been happy with the men in her life, but still her romantic aspirations often appear to emerge anyway ( Moon in Pisces on the MC opposing MC ruler Neptune conjunct Venus in Virgo the 4th house. ) Like many Scorpios there is deep love and affection mixed in with many mighty stings! Sun conjunct Mercury in Scorpio in the 5th lends itself well to an intense and highly talented performer, which she certainly has proven to be.

Her chart is closely aligned with mine with several conjunctions, sometimes to the exact degree. However our lives have taken quite different paths and she is truly a product of the Boomer Generation, where I am more on the cusp between Boomer and X. I see her as a feminist, activist, and cultural icon, who never seemed to linger in the shadow of her male singer songwriter counterparts of the sixties and seventies. Good on Jonie! She also closely physically resembles one of my WP blogger buddies, but I will keep her name a secret. I will say that I never thought of it until tonight.  Hmmmm, I wonder if that is some of today’s liminal energies bringing in that awareness?

So I will leave you with a few of my favorite Joni videos so you can enhance your weekend and appreciate her artistry with fresh ears. Thank you Joni for expressing the water element so gracefully and completely.

Another Fall in Philadelphia

Hello litebeings, with the Mars square Pluto transit this morning, I learned that a friend of mine is seriously ill. She is so young and strong and this news makes no sense to me. No sense at all.

I drove to the store today and it became apparent that fall has arrived in Philadelphia. Slowly but surely the leaves are turning and gliding through the clear blue sky. I long for normalcy in this anything but typical year of 2020. Here is a reblog of my post about Philly traditions and shifting cycles of time.

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It is only fitting that I post about this Hall and Oates song on the first full day of fall, here in Philadelphia. This version with Diane Birch is from Live from Daryl’s House. I moved to this city to start the fall semester of my senior year at Temple University, so it is an anniversary theme of sorts. My trip to University City last week really reminded me of those first days of freedom and adventure in a new city and new state ( Though I did live in Reading , PA  as a child).

The first time I heard this song on the radio while living in Philly was very special to me because it was in early autumn. I told myself I would hear it every year on the radio as a way to usher in the season and mark my life in this amazing…

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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.

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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.

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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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Better Things

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

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

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

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

Then my thoughts drifted here :

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

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

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Better Things

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

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

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

Then my thoughts drifted here :

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

Then this line from a song kept repeating in my head. I could hear part of the melody but only made out one line – Here’s wishing you the bluest sky. ” I asked myself to remember this line so I could Google it later, hoping it was a message.

Here’s the song that came to me:

I ‘m crying as a write these words, amazed by the blessings of my guidance and so strongly in need of joyful music. I don’t know how these songs pop in my head, but I know the quantum field is involved. Matt Kahn in his latest video Facing Uncertainty made some points that seemed both personal and universal. His take on what thoughts are and how bad thinking does not create one’s reality was revelatory. He described undesireable manifestation as aligning with a negative narrative, rather than thinking negative thoughts alone. He also spoke about why some people don’t hear their guidance team and what it may mean. Watch the video to get the complete picture. What I will reveal here is that he strongly encourages people on the awakening path to not expect guides to rescue them from unpleasant circumstances and events, but rather be with them while they live their experiences that are meant for them to live through.

I am just another soul trying to live my purpose and shine some light. I don’t know nearly as much as I thought I did and probably more than I realize at certain moments. However, I want to align myself with the narrative that all is really well, even in the face of seemingly Armageddon-like global catastrophes.

I’ll leave you with these final few words ~ Accept your life and what it brings. I hope tomorrow you’ll find better things.

Let There Be Songs To Fill The Air

“Ripple by Robert Hunter”

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung,
Would you hear my voice come through the music?
Would you hold it near as it were your own?

It’s a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken,
Perhaps they’re better left unsung.
I don’t know, don’t really care
Let there be songs to fill the air.

Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.

Reach out your hand if your cup be empty,
If your cup is full may it be again,
Let it be known there is a fountain,
That was not made by the hands of men.

There is a road, no simple highway,
Between the dawn and the dark of night,
And if you go no one may follow,
That path is for your steps alone.

Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.

You, who choose to lead, must follow
But if you fall you fall alone.
If you should stand then who’s to guide you?
If I knew the way I would take you home.

La dee da da da,
La da da da da,
Da da da, da da, da da da da da
La da da da,
La da da, da da,
La da da da,
La da, da da.

I needed to get something out before we officially head into October because my heart wants to write. So many ideas, so little time or energy, has been my mantra of late. I know I am not alone in this, wishing I could devote more of my life to my creative pursuits. But I digress..

I am going to share with you an article written about the late great Robert Hunter, who passed away on Monday. He was a primary songwriter for the Grateful Dead. I am a champion of the writers and his words have accompanied me through so much darkness and pain, all the while instilling wisdom, delight, and hope. He was as much a part of The Dead as Jerry or Bobby, less known but a dominant force all the same.

This beautifully crafted piece by NPR talks about Hunter’s deep fondness for Jerry, his penchant for Americana style music, and the themes of mysticism, freedom, and mortality in ways that I simply cannot do. You see, the Dead are too close to me for me to analyze, they are inside me and have been since I was seventeen. So check out the link and learn about a legend:

https://www.npr.org/2019/09/25/763933353/robert-hunters-words-helped-bring-life-to-the-grateful-dead?utm_medium=social&utm_term=nprnews&utm_source=facebook.com&utm_campaign=npr&fbclid=IwAR3-GDwMQzQq7YUhv1pPdaSzjwuf3UcbrE5Y7npgd8DKT3nj7dsGBk_3utE

Have you noticed the transient aquatic header images I featured recently?  I spent 4 fabulous, funfilled days in Baltimore over Labor Day weekend. I am saving the details for a future post, but please enjoy some pics I took in the Inner Harbor and the National Aquarium now.

Let me say now, however, that my time in Charm City was a “long, strange trip.” Speaking of enigmatic phraseology, let me close this piece with a video of a Hunter song that features a line that litebeing chronicles is based on.

Listen and enjoy this trippy song that sheds light on “lite. ”

 

Sludge Party ~ Neptune Direct

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UPDATE: The transits are fast and furious for most of 2018: This morning’s Full Gemini Moon and then tomorrow Neptune stations direct! Have you felt spiritually depleted, scattered, overwhelmed? The sludge party should be over soon. Get more sleep, stay grounded, and eat protein.   Happy Full Moon and get your Gemini on 🙂

As an homage to the film Sausage Party, I propose that we name Saturday night’s Neptune station the Sludge Party.

I dreamt last night of being prevented from exiting a train at my stop so I had no choice but to get off at the next stop. While the distance between stops was short, I was transported to another land. It was beautiful , with many waterways and falls. I spotted a pinball arcade and a Wawa ( local unbiquitous convenience store) , but everywhere I wandered, my calls for help were denied. I approached everyone and asked for the name of the town, but no one would answer. I told others I was lost and again, no response. I saw a spectacular pedestrian bridge that was massive. When I awoke I knew this dream was significant. I was reliving a childhood trauma of getting off at the wrong school bus stop at around age 5 or 6. No one was waiting  for me at my stop and I refused to leave with a neighbor child, because I was certain that her stop was not my home. I was mistaken. A woman found me and took me home and I knew my phone number. I was safely returned home, but this event left a huge scar. In the dream, however, I was an adult who felt ignored and alone. Everything seemed a wee bit out of focus and in ” slow mo.”

Hence the sludge party.

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Since I never wrote my David Bowie tribute, I will showcase some of his music here tonight. Bowie was quite Neptunian, with Neptune squaring natal Sun, Mercury, and Mars and a Sun Mars conjunction in the 12th house.  I think he would approve of this linkage. It is cool to note that there is a Bowie asteroid 342843, which sits between my natal sun and Neptune. It is closely conjunct both of them , which surprised and delighted me. David Bowie has been a huge influence on me since my early teens and the recent discovery of his asteroid is lovely validation of my affinity with his essence.

Sludge, quicksand, delusion, subtle innuendo, loss, impostor, stranger, aimlessly wandering, illusion, dreams ~ all trés Neptune.

So here is a semi-random sampling of some of my favorite Bowie performances to accompany us on the hero’s journey across the bridge towards higher consciousness, with a side order of sludge for good measure.

 

 

 

 

image credits ~ header image: wikipedia.org, public domain, butterfly: Josephine Wall

5D Snippet

Life has seemed more tranquil and joyful since Pluto stationed direct. Thank Goddess!  I must confess that I had difficulty discerning the qualities of the various astrological energies over the summer. The sheer amount of activity, not to mention the incredible intensity of each additional event, left me doing my best just to ride the waves,  without fully understanding how and why each wave diverged from another. I was almost completely overwhelmed and clearly in good company.

The past few weeks I have been living with recurrent illness that had zapped my energy and resolve. During the middle of one sleepless night, my fragility of spirit petitioned Source to prove to me that I was not alone. I prayed one of those childish desperate prayers, something I thought I had outgrown long ago. The fatigue from illness along with a disappointing job search had left me close to despondency. I awoke the next morning to an email from an agency offering me a job interview. I had applied to this program at least twice, the last time a few weeks ago, to no avail. At one time I strongly felt this was where I was destined to work.  I had given up on this dream of working for a prevention – based research program that treats first episode psychosis in adolescents and young adults. Now the dream has been re-ignited. I think this qualifies as a sign that my guidance was listening!

So what does this have to do with 5D? I am not sure, but I have an experience from last evening that may qualify. I had learned that Marty Balin from Jefferson Airplane/Starship had passed away. I did not feel as grief-stricken as I typically do. But I was called to play some of his songs on YouTube. Earth is one of my favorite Jefferson Starship albums so I listened to a few songs from Earth and a few others that featured Marty. While Grace Slick is the most prominent person in the band, I was partial to Marty. His voice is angelic and true. I was listening to one song over and over again, drinking in the sounds. They were ethereal and I responded with sobbing that I can only describe as quaking from within. After the sobbing receded, it was replaced with bliss. I felt a euphoria that was very unexpected. My soul may have been visiting 5D for a few moments.

Check out the video I am referring to and see where it takes you. Perhaps your inner journey may appear at first as black and white and suddenly transform into vibrant color.

Here are few other Jefferson Starship videos I listened to that elicit universal love and purity of heart:

 

Tell me your 5D stories in the comments section.