Musings ~ Heaven Help the Fool, Valentine’s Day

Well I guess my Jupiter in Scorpio post about justice was prescient as today we learn that Bill Cosby was convicted on all three counts, with Mars conjunct Pluto in the sky. I have this configuration presently in my 12th house, cajoling me into reviewing past romances and encounters of the Plutonian type with men ( Mars).

So I am reblogging this post in order to heal the unhealed and make the unconscious conscious. Bob is a great representative here with Mars conjunct Pluto natally and transiting Pluto squaring his Libra sun. Take a look at this chart here:  He is such a Plutonian character. No wonder I became a Deadhead so early in life, lol! Also no wonder he befriended John Mayer and coined him the next generation of the Dead. John is a fellow Libra sun with Pluto conjunct Sun, Mercury, and North Node. Plus they are both born on October 16th! Now who still says Astrology is nonsense? 😉

Here’s to getting it right and honoring women everywhere.

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I didn’t write about Valentine’s Day last year. I don’t even know why I am attempting to post.  I checked my archives for last February and around mid February I wrote about synchronicity and Mortadella. So what does that tell you ?

I am typing here while listening to thunder-snow in the background. The weather is wacky and so is my mood.  I have lived such a long time and  have seen so many things. But what can I write about romantic love that doesn’t sound snarky and jaded? ( or already written?)

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Maybe I am partially inspired by the tarot love reading I received from Deelia  at Soul Fields. She does not actively read for the public anymore, but gifted me with a gratitude reading in return for the intuitive reading I gave her. Why I asked her about love is really a fluke. It was a…

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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.

Or dream-cycles

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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Musings ~ Heaven Help the Fool, Valentine’s Day

I didn’t write about Valentine’s Day last year. I don’t even know why I am attempting to post.  I checked my archives for last February and around mid February I wrote about synchronicity and Mortadella. So what does that tell you ?

I am typing here while listening to thunder-snow in the background. The weather is wacky and so is my mood.  I have lived such a long time and  have seen so many things. But what can I write about romantic love that doesn’t sound snarky and jaded? ( or already written?)

wikimedia free domainUS

or

Romeo_and_Juliet_(watercolour)_by_Ford_Maddox_Brown

?????

Maybe I am partially inspired by the tarot love reading I received from Deelia  at Soul Fields. She does not actively read for the public anymore, but gifted me with a gratitude reading in return for the intuitive reading I gave her. Why I asked her about love is really a fluke. It was a great reading so I am very glad  that I did.  Thank you Deelia for such an insightful multi- layered reading. Although I am still digesting the material, I immediately recognized that she honed in on most of my issues and baggage with laser- like precision. How lucky am I to be surrounded by such wonderful friends. Could use a holy-day to celebrate such grace.While in the middle of creating this draft,  Deelia informed me  that Valentine’s Day is called Friends Day in Europe. So there we are, that was easy….

I could wax poetic about all the lovely beginnings of romantic infatuations. Most of the first dates or first encounters or first whatevers  are still easily retrievable from my memory banks. So what??? Seems to me the beginnings and endings are always more memorable than the middle of anything. I have made practically all the mistakes one could make so I have plenty of material.  My natal Venus has been transited by all the Outer planets ( Saturn through Pluto) so I have felt it all and done it all.  But I have no inclination to share any of it here. My readers know why and maybe when I am in  a different mind-set I will change my mind. But not today.

So I will let Bob Weir do it for me. I still have the vinyl version of Heaven Help the Fool by Bobby and the Midnights. I bought it for next to nothing at a store called Plastic Fantastic where you could buy used records and trade in your own. How cool was that!

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Anyway, Bob Weir sure can sing and back in the day, he was as fine as can be. When I feel ecstatically happy, I sing very loud and very badly and I do not care! Each time I began a new relationship, I would play Bombs Away  and scream it at the top of my lungs. The melody is just so compelling and the lyrics on point. When the relationship ultimately soured, I could always depend on George Lowell’s track on the album – Easy to Slip. The album title Heaven Help the Fool says it all. One must embrace the fool archetype to take that leap of faith. The record contains  both the songs I need to take me from beginning to end, alpha to omega in one fell swoop. The first track is Bombs Away and the second is Easy to Slip. Efficient and simple. Amen. The time between the 2 songs varies. And occasionally you can switch the order when they come back for another shot of love. With Uranus/Pluto in my 7 th house of partnerships, this happens quite a bit…..

So humor me and take a listen to both songs. Get to know Bob Weir if you are not acquainted . ( He’s a Libra with a Scorpio Moon BTW) And comment on if I am missing anything by remaining unattached and free…

Bombs Away   Let the battles begin!

Easy to Slip   You can slip, but always remember to get back up.

Happy Full Moon!

With deep affection,

litebeing

related posts:

https://lindalitebeing.wordpress.com/2014/02/01/venus-stationing-in-capricorn-conjunct-pluto-you-and-i/

https://lindalitebeing.wordpress.com/2013/11/05/its-my-birthday-and-ill-blog-if-i-want-to/

https://lindalitebeing.wordpress.com/2013/11/19/cosmic-retrograde-challenge-song-on-the-radio/

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