Another Synch Hits the Spot

This morning I received a cool synch about divine mission/purpose and it truly surprised me. Not the part about receiving synchronicities, but that it was on this topic. After I wrote my piece for my blogging challenge and hit publish, my mind and heart attended to other matters. So while “lightly” viewing CBS Sunday Morning, my heart melted a bit while learning about Jackie Speier’s time at Jonestown 40 years ago. Please watch this riveting account of tragedy and renewal here.

I am using this space to also share some pictures of fall foliage in my neighborhood. While more than fashionably late to the party, the seasonal colors are gloriously dazzling.

While you’re in the mood, take a peek at Dayna’s awesome entry here.

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?

The End of the World As We Know It

Just ‘randomly” deciding to read this evocative post is a synchronous reminder that I will soon be publishing my review of the intriguing film ” Time is Art”.

Dontcha love when that happens?  Enjoy the article and stay tuned!

Winging with Whitehawk

http://www.13lunas.net/eventos/estrella/valum_votan.pngI’ve mentioned here before that back in the 80’s I relocated to Boulder, Co, and joined the core team that created the global Harmonic Convergence event, as dreamed into manifestation by visionary artist and Mayan “son,” Jose Arguelles.

That was my earliest exposure to Arguelles, and to this day I hold him in a warm heart-space of respect, while also admitting I’ve not yet fully wrapped my mind around his whole cosmology. Still – I luvs me a good visionary 😉

The phrase time is art comes from him. His ideas are evocative and their time for ripening is, I believe, upon us. I’m feeling the higher frequencies and my life is taking a creative upswing. (Body still trying to adjust and doing some complaining about “coming along on the ride,” but the spirit keeps encouraging the biology.)

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Guess who’s back?

Hello litebeings! How have you all been? I took a brief hiatus and made the blog private for a little while. It is not a long story, but it requires a long explanation, so for now let’s just say it is great to be back!

I have been ruminating about identity and how it affects my growth potential. I have been busy researching my family tree and learning more about the various cultures that appeared in my Ancestry.com DNA sample. This is a work in progress that I suspect will influence my writing for at least a few future posts.

Another sign of identity morphing is when the outside world works hard to get your attention.  I had two incidents occur back to back that definitely caught my attention. First I cracked the glass on my MSS diploma from Bryn Mawr and this really stung. I must admit I am still attached to my association with Bryn Mawr and that attachments can interfere with one’s forward evolution. Finding a balance between appreciation and over-identification with achievement is my objective here.

Then the following day I get notified that someone may have made a fraudulent charge on a credit card. I did not recognize the charge so I cancelled the card and froze my credit reports with all 4 US credit bureaus. I told myself I will probably meet someone at the bank since I was destined to change my plans and go there to get a new card. So within seconds of leaving my car to approach the bank, a woman smiles at me and calls my name. She was a former supervisor at the City who I have not seen in many years. She is a lovely person and I was happy she recognized me. You may recall that these ” collisions” don’t faze me anymore. I still appreciate them, but they are no longer a surprise. So later that day I get an email from that “fraudulent” vendor and realize that I made the purchase after all! So all these worries about identity theft were a waste of energy. I experienced such a reversal that it made my head spin! Yet I am glad I froze all my credit in light of the Equifax data breach. I am also glad I ran into my former supervisor. But I wish I did not get caught up in such paranoia as a result of a phone call from the fraud prevention service. They have a system for deciding which transactions are suspicious and it was up to me to figure out the details. If I was calmer and more grounded I may have recognized the charge as legitimate, but that did not happen.

What does this have to do with identity? It has to do with victim consciousness. I felt like a victim and acted accordingly. I  can see that now. This is a trap for those with heavy Neptune energy. In my case a Pisces south node in the 1st can appear as a victim mentality. So I have more work to do in this area.

Reading Leigh’s fascinating musings on identity truly helped me formulate many insights about my own journey, some of which prompted completion of this material. Please check them out for yourself, starting here.

It is great to be back in business here at WP doing my blogging and keeping it real. Thanks for listening!

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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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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Colonodyssey Part 1

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This is the first in a series about life on the road with a colon gone rogue. I absorbed so many lessons in a few short days that I hope to share as many as I can remember. Sometimes years of wisdom can accrue in mere days. Time is malleable. So here we go:

Listen to your soap opera: Last Monday evening I had some gas pains. Par for the course. They continued through Tuesday with more pain. I figured it was IBS. I kept on keeping on, not particularly alarmed, though I did sleep poorly. The pain and gas increased on Wednesday and I was not very hungry. The pressure was quite unpleasant, but not unusual. This did not resemble my initial attack. I was watching my soap opera and preparing to go to an appointment. There was a storyline where one of the actresses was ill. Everyone was telling her to go to the hospital, but she kept denying the need to go. I began to fast forward these scenes because they were making me anxious.

I started to get the chills and I found that odd. I took my temperature and it was over 100 degrees. What? I do not feel feverish at all. I knew this was not good so I called my doctor.  Guess what, he was on vacation! C,mon now. So I called my GI doctor and she was not available. Talk about lousy timing.

Jesus take the wheel: I cancelled my appointment and looked for Urgent Care. I left my house and I was frightened. Who would support me with my doctor out-of-town? There was snow on my car but I had no strength to clear it. I let the wipers do their thing. I repeatedly told myself to stay focused. My mind was racing and I did not have the luxury to become distracted. I drove to Urgent Care to be told they could not help me. So I drove all that way on a low tank for nothing. I was getting tired and more anxious. Would I make it to the ER in time? I had to use the bathroom but there was no time. I knew that the fever was a sign that I had an infection and needed treatment. I kept praying for help. I was wondering if driving myself was foolish. But I did not want to go by ambulance. I wanted to go to another hospital further from my home. I heard it provided a higher standard of care. Plus my GI was affiliated with this institution.

I did eventually arrive at the ER and man, was I relieved. A couple next to me were discussing waiting for 6 hours. As I listened further, I heard the man referring to 201s and 302s. I realized they were talking about psychiatric commitments. I began to think about my working in the mental health field and the laws that sometimes result in tragedy. I also wondered why I ended up hearing about this topic.

Staying in the present is a constant test for me. I recognize that when successful I come into power and peace. I felt relief that the confines of the moment would push aside any contemplation of past or future.

To be continued….

CDs and Collisions

” We are here to serve you.”

Something has shifted. I was not in the hospital anymore. Dorothy had exited Kansas.

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My health was pretty crappy and Memorial Day weekend was approaching.  I was back, yet again, at my doctor’s office. He suggested I get another CAT scan to see if my infection had returned. He was advised to retest me, despite it not being the regular protocol. I was in so much physical pain and so tired of being tired. I wanted answers, but was not up for another unpleasant test. Drinking the noxious liquid, having dye injected in your veins, being bombarded with radiation. Not my idea of ushering in the unofficial start of Summer.

The plan was to compare the new scan with the old to see if my condition had improved. I scheduled the test and informed my doctor. He called me back to tell me that he rescheduled it for tomorrow. I was furious. How could he go rogue and do this without my consent? Not only that, this was a void of course moon during a Mercury retrograde cycle. I did not like the timing. My doctor thought it was in my best interest to get this done sooner rather than later and assured me the report and scan would be read over the holiday weekend.

I was angry, but because I really like my doctor I complied with his wishes. I figured he really cared about me and saw the need to speed things up. So I drank the yucky liquid and registered at the hospital. This was not a seamless process. I was not seen on time, it took 3 people to find a vein for the dye injection, and so on. I could not wait to get out of there. I was hungry ( you have to go several hours without food) and exhausted. I was worried about the time. It was almost 5:00 PM and the report needed to be processed today. The radiologist needed to get it in the system so my doctor could review it while on call this weekend. The technician was doubtful it would happen, even though my doctor had requested it beforehand. I also needed a copy of my old scan so I was headed for the records department. I arrived about 4:55 PM. I observed several employees exit the door as I approached. I also noticed the chapel across the hall.

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I was really worried about seeing my results. What if my condition had not improved? What if I had a tumor?  These are the questions that plagued my mind.

The energy was very serene inside and I found that surprising. The other areas of the hospital seemed chaotic and many of the staff appeared either overburdened or oblivious. A man smiled at me and asked how I was doing. I told him about the reports and the deadline. As more people left the office, he remained with me. It was after 5:00 PM on Memorial Day weekend and he did not ask me to leave. He was warm, caring, and very patient. He assured me that the radiologist did read my scan and he would supply me with both reports and CDs. I was taken aback by his kindness. When I sat down with the reports, I burst into tears and began to sob. He witnessed my pain and did not judge me. I thanked him for his kindness.

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He said that he was here to serve me. I did not understand. He was different. He did not belong at this hospital. But I was wrong about that. He began to tell me about the hospital being his ministry. I told him he ought to consider being a minister. He told me about how he got ordained later in life. We discussed calling and purpose and how to serve. He told me how he picked up on my anxiety and wanted to help me. We talked about the spiritual path and how challenging it can be. I told him how I did not encounter this kind of care when I was staying in the hospital and that I was struck by the contrast. He then spoke of the link between anxiety and sensitivity. I found this rather interesting. I thanked him profusely, but he did not behave this way as a favor. He saw each individual as worthy. I thanked him anyway and our exchange brought my own desire to serve into clearer focus. At one point I realized that this was a Divine appointment. The circumstances that brought me here were immaterial.

What mattered was that I was deeply connecting with another soul.

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When I got home, I looked up the transits and noticed the Sun was square Neptune. Perfect time to meet an angel! I realized that all details were being orchestrated to get me to this point. My tests revealed that my condition was improving, despite my symptoms. This was encouraging news. But I found my holy encounter much more healing. I was truly seen, heard, and cared for. This happened in a setting that seemed very much in alignment with many Western institutions. But it still happened and I was grateful.

This is a holiday tale that took place last spring. Just as relevant now as then. It is about finding angels where you least expect them and when you need them most. Desperately so. It is also about accepting kindness and offering it up to others.  While I was working out the details for this draft, the mail arrived. The image above is from a card sent to me by a blogger buddy across the sea. It arrived today. It is an image of an angel. There are no accidents, but we do not always notice. We are only partially awake most of the time. Even litebeings like me are often sleepwalking, especially when under duress. But I have found, time after time, that angels do appear when I need them most. And when I am not looking.

This is the most- requested post, selected by you, my readers. I asked you to choose among several drafts of mine waiting to leave purgatory.  Thank you for helping me decide.

This is the season of giving, but what if we served one other every day? What if we served ourselves first and truly loved our inner being? Imagine the possibilities…. Speaking of giving, I am gifting a free reading to my 500th follower and am offering discounts on my services throughout December. To learn more, click on the follow button and visit here.

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Philadelphia- PMG & South Street

Hey, look what I found in my reader!
This is for Arlene, a blog about cheesesteaks and the Magic Gardens.

What are the odds I would see a post like this just 4 days after visiting the Magic Gardens? I was searching for cheesesteaks on the WP reader and this appeared.

Magic, pure magic.
A winning combo Philly style, where the magic happens…

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A few weeks ago I took a trip to Philadelphia to visit some friends who attend Temple University. Most of the times I’ve visited the city, my adventures have not strayed far from a typical tourist itinerary—meaning bus tours with an automated narration of the city. When I visited Philly this time, I was offered an unfiltered look at the city.

The first adventure of the day was catching the subway to our destination: South Street. Here’s the thing, I can navigate the DC Metro, specifically Metro Center, and the Baltimore Lightrail with great ease, but for some reason, the Philadelphia subway system was beyond me. I recommend going with someone knowledgeable of the area if your traveling in Philly. Or else you’ll be standing at the maps in the station with a clueless expression on your face. I did that till my friend’s brother attempted to explain the system…

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A Whole New World?

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Many have prophesied that one-third of our planet would be aligned with fifth dimensional consciousness by September 28, 2015. This is called the 1st wave of ascension.  I do not know if I feel any different. My experience of time and space has been altered for quite some time. According to Matt Kahn and others, this is not an intellectual exercise. It is all about the heart.

One way that I perceive insights is by noticing or attracting novel tidbits from pop culture. The internet is typically the medium that transmits these nuggets towards my awareness. Music and movies are two of my go-tos and this gem via Facebook got my attention. The film Aladdin is going to be released in digital format soon. To celebrate this new edition, the original singers from the film reunited on Good Morning America to sing A Whole New World. I am including the video here in the hope of encouraging people to listen. I am in love with this song and it radiates love and otherworldly bliss. I was blown away when I first heard the song and I still feel the same today.


Now that Mercury has gone direct, we can move our attention to other events. I am glad it is mostly behind us, but this cycle was a minor disruption for me. I felt more of the typical slowdowns a few weeks prior to the Mercury station. Maybe that’s just how I roll.  What about you?  How are you doing? Are we moving into 5D? What does that look like? How does it feel? Does it even matter?

It is not too late to join the Time Machine Challenge. The posts are fantastic and I am so awestruck by the brilliance and the emotional honesty displayed. If you are participating, don’t forget to claim your badge! They make nifty souvenirs.

Lately I am not sure where I am headed. Part of me believes that is actually a good thing. But wherever I travel, I am grateful to have my tribe around me.

PS WordPress tells me I have used 1111 tags so far. The signs continue…

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