Clearing Away for a Faerie Future

Whew! We survived another Eclipse season. When I think back to where I was one year ago during the August eclipses, I am so grateful to be here now. Not to say that this summer has been a party, but hey, I have grown quite a bit since then. There really is no other choice. Many mornings I wake up with a heaviness of a sense of dread, wondering if I am picking up collective energies, or my own. Sometimes the clarity I seek alludes me. Yesterday was a very social day for me and it was very celebratory in a true Leonine manner. I had such a lovely time with friends, one of which is a Leo. Today had a darker vibe and  a couple of hours ago I heard some horrific news about a woman who died way too young. She was not a patient, but someone I knew as a teen.  But I will not let it drag me down. I will absorb the information and then let it go.  It will be added to the clearing pile.

Let me elaborate: I have been dedicating myself to clearing away debris, literally and metaphorically. It has become almost an obsession for me, emerging from my higher self.  I recently hired a service to clear out an old tv and desktop from my place, which made room to organize more stuff. There comes a time when you will ultimately know what no longer suits you. This retrograde period has allowed me to release old memories from high school, courtesy of a high school reunion Facebook group. I find it interesting that while I am processing and discarding,  pleasant memories of people and places are coming back into consciousness. I must admit that the internet is a fine tool for refreshing the details, but then again, what IS the internet really? Energy like everything else in existence.

While synchs are a daily event, the truly mystical has eluded me for quite some time. But a subtle discovery brought magick back into focus:

It has been difficult the past few days to find parking near my door, so I have had to park further away. Why, I wondered, was this happening? Maybe so I could find this lovely feather today while walking to my car. I would not have seen it otherwise. I have not found a feather like this in about  2 years , so it grabbed my attention, and what you attend to expands. These type of experiences strengthen my faith that all is really well, even in the midst of stagnation and chaos.

Sometimes clearing is metaphorical or occurs on a parallel plane. I am a computer game enthusiast. I really like building cities so I am attracted to games that focus on this angle.  Elvenar  is a Facebook game that has a mystical feel. There are several worlds to play in and the builder can focus on human or non-human realms. When I reached a certain level I was close to the fairy realm. I was prompted to sell most of what I had built over years to clear the way for a new type of fairy technology. I found myself resisting this process. I did not want to undo all this work and leave my city practically bare.

Then it hit me, this is where I am headed on my ascension journey. I must be able to sit with emptiness and continue dismantling what doesn’t fit into my life anymore. I told myself ” Linda, listen to the fairy prompt and sell your stuff!”. My city has miniature humans and a few fairies now walking among my city streets. The city is in flux and has plenty of room to breathe.  This is where I need to be.

Isn’t it ironic that on the morning that the game suggested I convert to a fairy avatar that this huge beetle showed up to greet me? I saw the beetle at the exact moment that I was trying out the new avatar.  Beetle medicine is about transformation after-all. You all may wonder how much time I am devoting to computer games, but unemployment has its perks (Or not).

My header image is a faith plaque I purchased last December. I participated in a Secret Santa at work and someone mentioned buying small gifts in anticipation of the Secret Santa event. I was at Cracker Barrel and saw the plaques. I liked them so much that I bought one for my coworker and one for myself. I figured it would be a nice addition to my office. I look at it daily to remind me that faith has a place in my spiritual practice. I don’t hold the philosophy that some otherworldly being will save me, but rather that my time here is on purpose and that guidance is a certainty.

The video below is a song written by Jon Bon Jovi for Stevie Nicks. It is quite on point regarding living with what appears and embracing the mystery. I dedicate this song and this post to all who have left this planet too soon. While it seems to me that the number of souls taking the nearest exit are increasing exponentially, that does not diminish the value they hold or the love they still engender.

Winter Review ~ I Can Hear Music

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Now that we are clearly into Summer in Eastern USA, with a wild heat wave in effect, I have decided to unpack my Winter. I am using Winter loosely, referring to late September through late March. With Mars and most of the other planets retrograde, I want to work with these energies and take a look deeper within.

I have been considering for weeks how exactly to approach writing about this topic. So many outside events triggered so much inner activity and I am still processing it. I decided to just follow my heart and take it step by step.

Feeling the fear: This is difficult to write about. And yet, this story has been waiting patiently to be heard and my readers deserve an explanation. If I had a nickel for every time I asked myself ” What would I do if my deepest fears were realized? “, I would have plenty of nickels! An event took place in September that rocked me to my core and was really a Godsend in disguise. Do any of you remember that I tool the blog private for a few weeks? Yes, I shut it all down and then simply declared I ‘m back.

Well now I will tell you what happened: I went on a second interview at the drug rehab facility and I was excited but nervous. I wanted this job, but lacked confidence that I was qualified. The woman who would be my immediate supervisor let me know that she googled me and read my blog. I thought ” How can this be? My name is not attached to it. ”  I was so shocked that it took me some time to compose myself. Scorpios like doing the hunting, not being the prey!  She wanted to know if I was planning on using Astrology as part of my therapy. Another person in the room said she would not want to see Astrology contained in the treatment plans. ” WTF? How stupid are these people and why are they asking these ridiculous questions? , I asked myself. ” What felt like an eternity later, I explained that Astrology has many merits and includes a means to explore personality, but that I am a Licensed professional and do not force my views on anyone. I revealed that if a client asked me about astrology that I would discuss it, but it does not drive my practice.

Clearly my answers were fine, because I was hired, but I was dumbfounded. I wrestled with putting my name on this blog and decided against it because my profession can be very conventional. I felt violated that this stranger was reading my blog and had access to so much personal information. Later I figured out how she landed here and I corrected the issue. Bottom line, sometimes what seems like the worst thing possible may just end up being incredibly awkward. I could never have predicted that she would ask me about astrology and was blindsided. I thought my hiring prospects were finished and I was wrong. Let me be clear, I am not ashamed of anything I write and most of my blogs are public. It is just that most people who visit litebeing chronicles are about the path. They are not looking for red flags. Anyway, I stopped writing for a while because I felt exposed, but eventually figured that my self-expression is way too important to be held hostage. You may wonder, what is the blessing? After some deliberation, I realized that I did survive it and the confrontation led to a positive outcome. I also realized that I judge myself more harshly than anyone else, and it was high time I let that go.

Have you ever felt concerned about who might read your musings?

How did you handle it?

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You’re on my mind like a song on the Radio: Many wild and woolly happenings occurred during my time working at the Rehab. My life seemed like I was living a dream while awake. Some events were enjoyable and others were unpleasant. Today I will share an in-between experience. Most readers know by now that the car radio serves as an oracle. So I tend to pay attention when patterns emerge while driving in my car. Three songs kept repeating and repeating and repeating.  All three are old and there was no logical explanation. They are not affiliated with the death of an artist, a sports franchise or a major holiday. I still hear them often now, expect maybe not with the same extreme frequency.

A few weeks into the job, the first song showed up. Cindy Lauper’s Girls Just Wanna Have Fun is a pop classic at this point. I liked it when it came out and it usually lifts my mood. While it is not unusual to hear it on the radio once or twice a month, I was hearing it several times a week. Sometimes I heard it every day. I mentioned it to my coworkers and they found it odd. I was even considering keeping a log just for my records.

Then a few weeks later the other two songs began to serenade me. They are very similar and also from the 1980s. They are associated with films and became rather popular for a few years. The frequency of the airplay was starting to get to me. On one occasion, one of the tunes was playing on 2 of my programmed stations at the same time. It was quite out of control. The songs are If You Leave and Don’t  You Forget About Me. They both are sung with yearning and sadness. They were referring to romance , but could also reflect the fear of feeling rejected or unimportant.

I was getting the impression that these songs were more than synchroncities, but rather premonitions. Perhaps I was given a heads up about the layoffs and my concerns about my patients after they left treatment. Clearly I was not having enough fun in my life, as it revolved around work, a brutal commute, and lots of bodywork appointments. But then again, there could be more to this , still left undiscovered. I strongly sense there is more to it, because the songs continue to play regularly.

Are there certain tunes you hear repeatedly on the radio ( playlists don’t apply.) ?

What meanings do they reveal to you?

Glove Story

I have been spending the past few weeks honing my creative therapy skills by helping my clients dive into their emotional landscapes via music, visual arts, and writing.  This is not particularly new. I have used these modalities many times in my work as a therapist. But as a therapist who is now an active writer, this endeavor has taken some new turns.

The more I delve into my clients’ lives, the more I question my own. The mirroring that I observe is both miraculous and ordinary. If you visit here often, you know that the miraculous and ordinary usually represent the same experience for me. For example, I have a new client who I was told can be difficult to connect with. I have not seen her through that lens. We engaged in some small talk initially, which led to her revelation about art. She repeatedly said that she is not good at art, but she loves viewing it and learning about it. ”  I don’t know why I love art, I just do!” We have connected so easily because of our shared love of art. I quickly noticed that I say the same thing to others: that I am not good at art, but am a huge fan of the craft. I realize that repeating that statement undermines my delight in making art and enjoying my process. Note to Self: Halt the judgement.

I use these creative modalities in order to help others access their emotional worlds and enhance their communication skills. This emphasis on self-expression has led me to analyze further my own unique process. What is driving me? Why do I need to write? Am I incomplete in some way until I release my essence on the written page? Reading Michael’s excellent offering yesterday inspired me further to conjure up a little something for you today. The Universe never fails in complementing my inner musings with outer evidence.

So let me share a small Glove Story with you:

I used to lose my wallet repeatedly or have it stolen. This happened in both dreamtime and while awake. I figured this had to do with a weak identity. When my wallet stopped being stolen or lost, I decided the identity misgivings were resolved. I also have lost many keys in both realms, tying this into mastery and autonomy. This association works for me. Earrings also go missing, leaving me with several solo earrings in my jewelry box. This seems less symbolic and more aerodynamic. Earrings fall off or get caught on things and slip away to earringland.

But then there’s the gloves….

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I bought these oh-so-sweet gloves a few months ago. They dazzle with so many of my favorite colors, purple, gray, maroon, etc. They work so well with my plum jacket and black shawl. They are soft and warm and cozy. I have lost one glove at least three times since I first wore them. And every time I was able to retrace my steps and find the stray – until now. Tuesday night I discovered that one of the gloves was not in my jacket pocket. I was at a diner and began to search half of the entire diner, then my car, my office the next day ….  Nada.

Then I begin combing the office parking lot and the cafeteria where I ate on Tuesday. I also scaled the campus between said parking lot and cafeteria by car and foot. I discovered other sole ( soul)  gloves, but not mine. I even went back to the bathroom stall in aforementioned cafeteria. I later returned to the diner on Wednesday, again asking the same questions and receiving the same answers. Today I went back yet again to the lost and found. I even searched online to see if I could buy a new pair. They are all sold out. I called the store where I bought it and contacted the manufacturer. I also prayed for guidance.

I want my glove back. I do not know why I am so obsessed. I have other gloves that are nice. But they are not enough somehow. I told myself in a few weeks it will be much warmer ( heck it’s spring-like now!) and I will not need to wear gloves. I realize this is a frivolous, high-class problem. But something deeper lurks. Something is stirring within that leaves me sad and unsettled.

Maybe it would be different if I had made peace with my father before he died, or if I could have caught Dexter’s heart problem before it took his life, or if I remained in one neighborhood and school for my entire childhood, or if I was taught that I was always enough simply because IAM. But I wasn’t taught and it is not different.

This Glove Story has no ending. In fact, it has only begun to brew, like a fresh teabag covered in tepid water.

Shine a Light on 1111

Happy 1111 everyone! Here is a re-blog on this auspicious date that is very on-point for the times we find ourselves living in. Please take a look at my challenge post and join in on the fun. You might even win a free astrology reading!

It is in play all throughout November.

Namaste, litebeing

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Update: Yesterday ( 11/23) I took a trip to meet up with a friend that I have not seen in about 20 years. We were looking at art and I had to go to the bathroom. We were headed towards the restrooms when I noticed a room filled with beguiling paintings that we may have missed. So we made a quick detour and lo and behold, what did I find staring right in front of me? This masterpiece by Monet which is the image for my 1111 blog post!

Seeing Poplars, Four Trees in person for the first time was exciting and we both were taken with it. The meeting of the physical world with the cyberworld was intensely gratifying. Seems the Elevens are always waiting for me to discover them and remind me that all is well.

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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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The Artful Juggler

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With my chart  ruler Uranus, Pluto, and the north node in the Seventh house, Venus in the 1oth and my Moon opposing Venus, one would conclude finding balance is a priority for me. While I do not see myself as primarily Venusian in temperament, I find relationships both compelling and challenging. This would also apply to the inter-relationships between the various areas of my life.

I drew the 2 of Pentacles from the Goddess Tarot Deck for both the Cancer new moon and the recent Capricorn full moon. I find this repetition to be significant.

Here’s the meaning associated with this card:

TWO OF PENTACLES The woman juggles two pentacles. Completely focused upon her act, she does not drop the pentacles.  Meanings: The ability to juggle several situations at once. Jobs, opportunities. Grace and bounty. Commerce and expansion.

I definitely relate to the juggling of work and personal life, adherence to dietary restrictions and urge for indulgences, saving and spending newfound income, fatigue and creative expression….

It is reassuring that the card is suggesting that I can keep all the balls in the air without dropping them. Grace and bounty, why, of course! Who isn’t enamored with both of these gifts? I really hope I can continue along this course. There are many adjustments in my life that are necessary for my healing and well-being.

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I have begun implementing my new wellness plan and it is not easy. I am amping up the organic foodstuffs,  leafy greens, legumes, and whole grains, and decreasing red meat, pasta, bread, and processed foods. Hello to kale – laden salads and good-bye to hoagies!

I am enjoying the lighter foods in this hot and humid season, but wonder about how I will fare in the winter. I realize it is wise to just focus on today. I am also adding vitamins and medicinal tea to the mix. My nutritionist is great, but it is hard for me to hand control over to her. But I believe I was guided to her for this purpose, so I will trust in the process.

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I am also juggling my mixed emotions about getting a new cat. I have blogged about this before and had concluded I am in no hurry. But the signs are getting louder and louder. I subscribe now to both the Sunday Philadelphia Inquirer and the Sunday New York Times. I equate the Times with sophistication and intellectual discourse. It feeds my curiosity and expands my worldview. Very 9th house ~ It rocks!

Yesterday I received the early section for both papers. The cover of Parade Magazine features Christopher Walken holding a cat for the film Nine Lives. The NY Times Arts and Leisure section features an article on the Return of Cats the Musical. So we have Nine Lives of Cats and the Return of Cats just in one day! This is in addition to the Dexter encounter last week. Plus the release of Zootopia and The Secret Life of Pets. Now I realize that the sun just entered Leo, but there certainly seems to be an abundance of feline presence everywhere I look.

I did visit the SPCA again on Sunday, but left empty-handed. I was not feeling the selection, except for a few kittens already labeled as adopted. This is all very confusing. My solution is to devote more time to meditation and journaling so that I can slow my mind and gain more clarity.

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I still miss Dexter so very much, but realize that he has moved on or is waiting to return to me via a new incarnation. In the meantime, I have plenty to keep myself occupied. I am taking my computer tomorrow for the Windows upgrade so I will be less available for a few days. But my heart will remain connected with all my readers and fellow bloggers.

I definitely plan to immerse myself in the Democratic Convention coverage  held in my beloved Philadelphia this week. If you have a chance, please tune in if only to get a glance of my beautiful city.

peace and avocados,

litebeing

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Peach Roses and Unlocking Life’s Secrets

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Life is becoming stranger and stranger. Fortunately there is a place I can recount my observations and relay any messages I stumble upon.  That place is here.

Let’s begin with peach roses. Occasionally I try to contact my spirit guides. I decided that seeing peach roses in person or as an image would indicate spirit contact. Days went by and I began to forget about it. My resolve faded.

Fast forward a few more days and I am in the hospital. I am surveying my hospital room, taking in the decor. The curtains and wall paper was decorated with peach colored flowers. No identifiable roses, but close enough.

Then a few days later peach roses appeared here at WordPress, in my reader. They were featured on Theanne’s blog, Out of My Mind Images . Please check out her uniquely creative artwork and check out the roses too!

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According to this site, peach roses can mean gratitude, appreciation, admiration, sympathy, or friendship. I did not know the symbolism when I chose peach roses. I like the unusual color and went with it.

It is interesting to me how spirit confirmation can appear in its own way and on its own timeline. I had tired of waiting and then they appeared. Or one could say that I surrendered and manifested in due time.

Which brings me to a second odd occurrence. I was to attend an astrological lecture by Michael Lutin. I arrived early and took in the beautiful Spring day with a few folks on the porch. As more people began to gather, it became obvious that no one had a key to the front door. Right on cue, Michael arrives. We have met before, but he does not recognize me. That’s okay ; I am quite satisfied that we have had brief exchanges over the years at lectures and conferences.

Michael was quite calm while people shuffled to resolve this missing key problem. The situation seemed surreal. How could this be happening? I am sure you have found yourself here before. I know that I have, and have been known to become angry and frustrated. But the weather could not have been more perfect and I was in the company of a few friends I have not seen in years. I was showered with hugs and plenty of good vibes.

Eventually it was decided that the lecture would be rescheduled. Michael’s main concern was that no one would be uncomfortable or inconvenienced. He did not make it about him. I was quite impressed. We had a short interaction in which I was surprised about his lack of upset about traveling all this way for nothing. He basically stated that things happen, so what are you gonna do? Maybe that was the key we all were in search of, to just allow life to move through us.

 

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I learned more about grace under pressure and that our reactions are everything. Messages from Source can be extremely subtle and often subject to discernment. I was grateful to be outside among like-minded folks on a gorgeous April afternoon. While I do not know when the lecture will take place, perhaps I already received what was needed. The lecture topic is about staying happy during trying times. I find the irony here quite delicious!

 

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Eclipse Frenzy

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Wow, this is one major eclipse alright. It doesn’t literally take place until Tuesday, but there is plenty of mutable energy to go around. I have recently theorized that natal yods and powerful eclipses (in terms of both the eclipse’s unique aspects and how the event affects one’s natal chart) are similar in presentation. There is this sense of inevitability where no matter what choice you make, you will still arrive at the same destination. Do you agree about yods and potent eclipses? I would love to hear your opinions.

This brief post illustrates how eclipse energy can shine a spotlight on world affairs and individual pursuits. They are both one and the same and incredibly different, depending on one’s perspective.

Macro: We already have had 2 prominent American political figures pass away, and this may be just the tip of the iceberg. Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia and former First Lady Nancy Reagan have died recently, iconic figures of the conservative Republican era. It looks to me that this eclipse may be signaling the end of this era in US politics. How long will this take, not sure, but the symbolism here is palpable.

Nancy Reagan was a complex woman who could be seen as both polarizing  and greatly beloved. She was seen as being out of touch with society for her ” Just Say No ” anti-drug campaign and greatly respected for her incredible devotion to her husband President Ronald Reagan.

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I am not inclined to do predictions of death in my work, but wanted to highlight how her chart does align with tomorrow’s solar eclipse at 19 degrees ( technically 18° 55′ ) Pisces. Transiting Jupiter is conjunct her natal Jupiter Saturn conjunction on the 12th house cusp opposing Uranus in the 5th house. The eclipse opposes this conjunction  very close to her Neptune ruled 6th house of health. It is also striking to see her four planet Cancer stellium prominently lighting up her Midheaven. She clearly was a highly visible powerhouse who embodied the Cancerian conservative movement.

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Micro: I have been personally absorbed with my multiple health problems and how to address the root causes. Some comfort has come by my seeking refuge in the Middle Earth fantasy computer game Elvenar and in following the bizarre presidential primaries. Both these obsessions have a crack-like quality ~ they offer a cheap euphoria that requires constant maintenance and a relinquishment of power and control. In other words, I could basically do little else and not care about the consequences.

However, I have been able to keep these addictions at bay long enough to share some magic of the numerical kind. After reading Sue Dreamwalker’s riveting post yesterday, I was inspired to shift my focus back to the signs and symbols of waking consciousness. Rather than remaining obsessed with test results and cat scans, I decided to use my drive to the grocery store in a more productive way. About halfway towards my destination, I chose to turn off the racket in my mind and really look at the cars and the street signs in front of me. Within seconds, a car with a NY plate had the numbers 2222 on it. Wow, that was fast, I said to myself. A few minutes later, I ordered some breakfast at McDonald’s. Here is the receipt:

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Later at the deli counter, the sign on the wall tallied the current customer ticket that was ready for service, which was ticket 44. Could some angels be communicating with me? I certainly hope so. 2222 could reduce to 44. Clearly there was a repetitive 4 sequence pattern making itself known to me.

The point is, there is no time but the present, and Divine guidance is always waiting for us to heed the call. Thank you Sue for reminding me that we can always choose again and again to follow our intuition and stay in the flow.

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Are you experiencing the eclipse energies?

What have you noticed?

Do you see a connection with how natal yods ( if applicable) and eclipses affect your life?

To receive a personal astrological consultation, visit me here.
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Dreamsicles

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While I have not been actively pursuing dreamwork, my dream life has been rather active. The evening of 5-21-15 ran the gamut from sheer horror to sheer delight. Here are the dreams I recall from evening 5-21-15 through morning 5-22-15. I call them dreamsicles.

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Why dreamsicles? My inspiration was taken from the simple creamsicle; a vanilla ice cream pop, cloaked in orange sherbet. While drinking liquid barium for my CT scan, I used my imagination to transform the chalky liquid into this childhood treat. When I had to drink this stuff in the ER back in April, it was orange flavored. It was not exactly yummy, but tolerable. This time when I drank it at home for my test, there was no flavoring as promised. I knew I had to devise a way to drink this concoction so I imagined the orange ice to complement the ” vanilla” liquid. I was somewhat successful since I finished the entire thing.

So here we go…

5-21-25 first 2 dreams were horrific:

1- I was sitting inside the driver’s’ seat of a car, losing consciousness, fearing death, preparing for death. I woke up terrified, afraid to fall back asleep.

2- I was struggling to stand in my bathroom and I was losing consciousness. I kept trying to keep upright, afraid of falling. Attempting to grasp the door jamb, I called out for Jesus. This really surprised me as I called out to him. Looked for him in the hall to appear, losing consciousness, fearing death. Yet again I woke up, really confused about what was going on with me. Really tired so I fell back asleep.

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.

4- I was back with Sam telling him about dream #3. He may have been sitting on a bench outside with me standing across from him. Other people were around us. I cannot recall anything else. This often happens with me where I will go back to sleep and repeat the previous dream to the subject of that dream. Not the same as rejoining the dream in progress, but, a variation on that theme.

Now the even cooler reveal:

Per usual, I wake up and power up the laptop. I log onto Facebook and one of the first items that appears is a trailer for Bob Weir’s documentary that debuts today, yes today ( 5-22-15, the day I wrote this post) on Netflix.

http://www.rollingstone.com/music/features/bob-weir-on-dead-reunion-his-doc-and-being-jerrys-bag-man-20150520?page=2

BTW I knew of the documentary but not that it was on Netflix and certainly not that it was debuting today. When I watched the trailer and saw old footage of Bob, my dream was rebooted in all its glory.

Dreams of dying do not surprise me as mortality has been a close companion this year. I much preferred the joyous almost epic dreams that led me back to my former dream prompt and a pre-cognitive event. My theory is that the past, present, and future are malleable and equally available in other dimensions. The image of a cosmic Rolodex comes to mind, where all timelines are available in some circular file, aka the film Interstellar. If you haven’t seen Interstellar, please submit to me a 1000 word essay on why not. Just kidding, but please see it if you can.

Find out if the theater has any dreamsicles before you go, or just bring your own!

 

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Caffeine and Collisions: Thoughts are Things

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We interrupt this current cycle of chaotic, melancholic, existential angst to bring you a new segment of the Collision series. Yesterday’s adventure gives me hope that a new dawn is arriving, or at least within sight.

Backstory: I’m a very visual person , so imagery sticks with me. On many occasions I will go by a building that has a catchy name or logo. Certain words evoke peace, positivity, love, etc. In fact I once applied for a position at a group practice simply because I liked the name of the company. Hint: It is a name of something found in nature. When I told people I was attracted to the name, they looked at me with that ” she must be crazy” look. Turns out my intuition was on point. I worked there happily for many years.

So I have driven by a sign for a holistic counseling center numerous times on my way to work out or shop. We will call it The Love Center for the purposes of this blog. I will also use fictitious names for the people named in this story. The names will be set in quotes.  I often imagined what type of healing took place there and what the building looked like inside. A key word is included in the name and this word evokes many powerful, positive associations in my consciousness. Words and numbers are symbols and symbols are significant and often overlooked. The address and telephone number of a business or a residence will tell you many things about the energies of that location or its inhabitants. I am often amazed at how so many people I know have similar phone numbers to my own and I am not referring to the area code.  I share some experiences with symbols here. I often wondered if I would like to be a part of this center. I never pursued it  any further, because of the distance between the center and my home. It seemed too long of a commute and I also knew nothing at all about the business other than the name.

Meetups and more: I started a spiritual meetup in January and the process has been interesting to say the least. For some reason my inbox has been inundated with emails about other new meetup groups. There seems to be a meetup explosion happening lately, or I am getting more notifications because I am an organizer, on none of the above.  In any event, one new meetup got my attention. It happened to be sponsored by the holistic center I described above. So I went to the page and joined the group. While perusing the page, I discovered the address has changed. The center relocated to a location in my immediate area. It is in an office complex that I frequent right near my gym and supermarket. It is in my ‘hood! So I visit their website to learn more about them and notice the new address. It is 1811,which reduces to 911, which reduces to 11. I ponder attending some of their meetup events and perhaps applying to work there. My internet browser apparently has changed its format because I notice that pages I save are adhered to the task bar right below the search bar. The Love Center’s page is now within my sight every time I use my laptop so it is frequently prominent in my thoughts.

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Astrology, Soundbaths, and a surprise: I had a client scheduled on Sunday for an astrology session. While my practice is currently small, I am so in the flow when I give readings. I was going to type the word working, but it is not work. Maybe the preparation can be a bit tedious, but the interactions with the clients are joyous. Each one is different and I feel so grateful that I get to share this knowledge with others. Being alert during sessions is essential and caffeine is typically my friend when I need to be at my best. We planned to meet at a local Starbucks. I could have chosen the location closest to my home, but for several reasons I chose this particular location. I made my choice based on a few factors: There is a parking lot, there are tables outside in case we cannot find one available indoors, and I have gone there for several metaphysical gatherings in the past. I initially worried about finding any available seating, but reminded myself that anytime I went there with others, we always found a table. I also prayed that a free table would appear upon my arrival.

I arrived a few minutes early and a table by the window cleared right as I opened the door. “Perfect” I thought as I waited for the people to gather their belongings and leave. I conducted the reading and it went well. I was reminded once again how in my element I am when I have a chance to  love live  my purpose. I could tell that my client was gaining unique insights into this life and that the reading opened up new possibilities and choices for him going forward. I had waited to go to the bathroom until the session was complete and I noticed that we had gone over the standard appointment time. I have a habit for talking and talking…    Who knew?? Yeah, right!

Kidding aside, we both said goodbye and headed to the bathroom. I left my coat at the table. When I went back to retrieve my coat, I saw a woman sitting at the adjacent table. She was smiling at me and I recognized her immediately. We have not seen each other in a couple years. I said hello and we began to chat. I know her from attending sound baths for several years. I described my latest soundbath “opening” here. I told ” Kathy” that she should have attended the last one because it was so powerful for me. I told here it was in a different venue. She said that it was held at ” Joan’s” office. I asked her ” Who is Joan?  ” “Joan is in private practice now, but I used to work with her.” ” Where do you work?” ” I teach classes at the Love Center.” ” You mean the Love Center that has meetups?” ” Yes, we just moved to our new location.”  I tell her that I joined the meetup and asked her about her specialty. We discussed the new site and the culture of the practice. I told her that I was considering applying to join the practice and she was very helpful and encouraging. As we said goodbye, I smiled and said ” There are no accidents!”

Thought are things: If I have learned anything this past month, it is to never never NEVER underestimate the power of thought mixed with emotion. I had not seen “Kathy” in years since the Sound healer relocated to Santa Fe. I had no idea where she worked. I did not recognize anyone I knew when I read the center’s website. There seems to be a strong pull for me towards this practice. I do not know if I will put in an application, but that’s not central to this collision tale. What does matter is I was happy sitting at Starbucks, drinking my chai latte with coconut milk ( yum) and interacting with my client about his natal chart. It also matters that I chose this particular location and  that we ran over the allotted time. Otherwise it is rather unlikely I would have ran into ” Kathy.”

You have no idea how relieved I am that I could shift my thoughts towards the light once more. It wasn’t that I was depressed, but I was quite fearful and in a weakened state. The negativity had been spiraling out of control and seemed to be dominating my experience of day-to-day life. The darkness and the ego do have their value. I am a non-duality enthusiast so I do not attempt to eradicate the dark or my ego. But over the past month my focus on fear was leading me out of the flow and into a perpetually frightening state. It was not constant, but its influence was draining me and coloring my perspective.

This recent encounter has empowered me to keep faithful to self-care. As an empath, I am highly sensitive and attract more and more of whatever I give emotion and charge to. Thank you to Sarah, Karin, Theanne, Michael, Sue, Jamie, Dewin, and all of the wonderful readers who have lent encouragement and love. A final thank you to Starbucks for adding coconut milk to their menu. Somehow the coconut milk transports me to a familiar happy place beyond time and space.

Where all is well.

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