Reclaiming My Day 11/11/19

This autumn was less vibrant, or maybe I missed the foliage at its peak. You see, I was ill for over a month with a “mystery illness”. It came and went and later returned, near my birthday. My birthday was last Wednesday and I took the day off from work excited to see where the day would take me. But when I woke up in pain and so nauseated that I had to vomit, I know I wasn’t going anywhere. The feeling of nausea and the act of vomiting are among the most dreadful experiences to me. The fact that this happened on my birthday pissed me off! Vomiting rarely happens to me as an adult and the fact it happened on my day of rebirth was cruel. But, as usual, I adjusted to my circumstances and focused on feeling better. It appears ( not definitively ) that the new probiotics I am taking are making me sick.  After weeks of tests and no answers, I started to improve without treatment. The only change made was the elimination of my supplements, recommended by my GI specialist. At first, I was skeptical but went along anyway. After my test results returned to “normal”, the doctors were no longer interested in figuring out a diagnosis. So a few days later I went back on the probiotics and the symptoms returned. So I stopped taking them again and am also noticing a lessening of symptoms. How could this product that I considered life-saving be the culprit? Could it be a bad batch or some other reason? I don’t know.

I began leasing a car about 3 years ago, just a couple weeks before my birthday. So it was time to trade in Kokoa for a newer model. Say hello to Azia! I named her after the lovely blue color that reminds me of the astral. From astral I came up with Azia.  I chose this particular model because it is a very quiet ride. I revel in quiet these days, not to mention, standard features include a sunroof and heated seats! While not much brings me joy anymore, I hoped a new car would help because I really dig cars. I also like the free trial of Sirius Radio but really miss not having a CD player. So much has become obsolete in these “modern times. ”

Please enjoy this song that also helped inspire Azia’s name:

The past few days have been exhausting and liberating, all leading up to a new start for me. I took two risks, one planned and one rather spontaneous. At a book club with my Social Work group, I disclosed something very private. I barely gave it a minute of contemplation. Someone in the group shared a personal story and I was moved. I decided to be authentic and see what happens. It was a chance to be more vulnerable, but there was more to it. Later I realized that I was challenging some of the older LCSWs on how non-judgmental and inclusive they really are. Behind the political correctness and blind obedience to ethics, I wondered ” Will they walk their talk? ” It turns out that I still know how to shut up a room! It is disheartening to see that I still feel superior or above the established groups I belong to, but not ( hopefully) in a narcissistic way. People are people and most I encounter have little consciousness. Part of me already knew I might be rejected, but I was feeling rejected in other sectors of my life anyway.

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The second risk I took happened yesterday. I fired my clinical supervisor, this judgmental, rigid, mean woman who I have paid to provide me with supervision to prepare me for a higher level of licensure. I have worked with her off and one since 2017, the second of three people I have hired to walk me through this minefield. She has misled me about many things and I let them go. She does not respect my wishes, she is petty, and sometimes passive-aggressive. She will not be accountable for any mistakes she makes and has threatened to end our association a few times. She is unpredictable and often remembers events very differently from my recollections. I kept this going because of fear I would not find someone else affordable, nearby, and able to meet me outside of my work schedule. But after a few sleepless nights, I decided enough was enough. I did not have the courage to confront her directly but I left a detailed voicemail on her phone. I was also afraid she would sabotage my LCSW application if I stayed with her. I wonder why I keep attracting these cold women into my life after so much therapy and other forms of inner work. Maybe so that I can continue to take better care of me? I have not found a new replacement, but I am glad I let her go. So many people abuse their power and do not question how they handle their responsibilities. I hope I will choose better next time.

So what about my blog title? When will I write about 11-11? Patience is a virtue, right? I decided I would take back my birthday this weekend if I felt up to it. I enjoy time alone to travel somewhere and indulge in activities that bring me pleasure and/or peace. Today I felt well enough to drive to South Street and visit a new find and an old haunt. Dishes that feature fall flavors are among my favorites and I planned on going somewhere for Oktoberfest. That did not happen so today I discovered the very popular Brauhaus Schmitz.

Doesn’t that look good? It is schnitzel with mushroom sauce, cabbage, and spaetzle. I could not finish it all, but it was delicious. The cabbage was amazing, so yummy with the mushroom sauce. Authenticity matters to me, in cuisine and in people!

A few blocks away is The Garland of Letters, a bookstore that opened in 1972, way before my college days when South St was one of my typical hangouts. It is reassuring that it still remains in its original location, featuring all the spiritual books and gifts anyone could wish for.

This is my little present to me from me, a cool book about chakras that I just had to have. I wanted something I could take back home with me to carry on the 11-11 energy. Going downtown did shift my awareness and increase my vibration. I felt it rather quickly. Synchs were happening with regularity and my mood brightened. I was also delighted to notice that fall foliage was rather abundant in Center City. I took a few shots from my car ( while the vehicle was stopped).

I am aware that today’s blog could have been spread over several posts, but I see it as a complete story. Existence can be dark and hopeless and full of pain, regrets, and lost opportunities until the opposite emerges. Birthdays or solar returns, whichever you prefer, is a time of reflection for me. This was not a stellar year in many respects, months of illness, much upheaval, disappointment, and displacement. Yet, chakra bibles, trees bursting with color, and liberation can manifest, sometimes when hope is lost and letting go is the only choice that works. So I chose a new birthday this year and hope the memories I made will reverberate throughout the next solar cycle.

HAPPY 11 – 11 TO YOU!

Psychic Friends

Howdy litebeings! It is absolutely blazing hot here in Philadelphia and Mars at the end of Scorpio is adding even more rage to the fire. I am absolutely filled to the brim with amazing blog ideas, and yet, am too pooped to turn them into actual posts. Work is quite exhausting and physically I have developed rashes and bites and a foot injury requiring a tetanus shot. Rash is so Mars, isn’t it?

Anyway, I want to share a quick tale and then invite you to revisit this post from last fall. A few days ago I was deeply thinking about the last few visits from my dear friend Arlene. I was visualizing all the places we went and the conversations and laughs we shared. A day or so later I receive an email from Arlene saying she’ll be back in my area in about a week! I did not tell her about my telepathic foray, but she does read the blog so perhaps she’ll discover it here.

Why I was moved to contemplate our renewed friendship, I could not say. But I am fascinated by this synchronicity because it was rather specific. Thinking about someone and then getting a text, call, or email is fine, but focusing on Arlene’s specific visits and then a few days later being notified of her next visit seems like a big deal.

It is comforting to know I am still partially tuned into the ethers, even with so much energy focused on maintaining a new work routine while changing my diet and adjusting to this brutal weather.

I hope to be back writing soon, but in the meantime please enjoy the Magic Gardens….

 

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Here is the latest chapter in my Returning Home series, where I explore the portals towards self-realization. I am reposting this on a Pisces day with a Scorpio moon. While editing, I noticed that this excursion to the Magic Gardens occurred on a Scorpio day with a Pisces moon. Ahh, my friend synchronicity never fails to quicken a heartbeat or prompt a smile… It took me some time to realize that South Street contains some powerful energetic gateways. It certainly did not hurt that this recent visit was spent with a dear childhood friend.

Make New Friends, But Keep the Old, One is Silver and the Other’s Gold ..

Photo979 (1)Anyone remember this Girl Scout song about friendship? Apparently Hillary Clinton did when she was recently interviewed about surrounding herself with old friends throughout her life. She goes on to explain that she has made many new friends and then referenced the song. She expressed her fondness for Photo973longtime pals, including a friend she made in the 6th grade. I was a girl scout and also remembered the song. Its mention was timely since I would be meeting up shortly with my friend from 8th grade, Arlene. I think it is okay with her that I use her first name here. If not, this will encourage her to learn how to leave a comment here. ( She does read my blog, which makes me smile).

Photo977 (2)We got together yesterday and it is fall at its finest. The leaves are now close to peaking and I savored their beauty on my drive back and forth from my home to South Street. What a rare day it was with a clear blue sky, cool weather, and endless sunshine. The focus of our trip was the Magic Gardens. We both benefited from some magic in our day.

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Yesterday was that rare astro combo I am so fond of: Scorpio Sun, Pisces Moon. Since it was a void of course moon to boot, the day was emotional, creative, free-flowing, and quite mystical. I had not been to the Magic Gardens before, but was eager to visit. I had read about the gardens years ago and was transfixed by its sparkly goodness. It is so much better in person, I can assure you. I took plenty of pictures, but I urge you to see it for yourself.

Photo971The experience was surreal as we lost ourselves in the mystery of the exhibit space, climbing steps up and down and slowly exploring the nuances of beatific wonder, tiny and huge, whimsical and deliberate.  Stained glass, mosaics, paintings on tiles, curious word puzzles, intuitive use of space, the value of  “disposable ” items.

 There are no limits here. 

Our time together was precious as I introduced her to some of my favorite haunts Photo966that still remain, like the amazing South Street Souvlaki. We had a delicious meal and created new memories to accompany the old ones. According to their website, the restaurant has been around since 1977. We have been friends even before then !

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Sharing great food and experiencing fabulous art is especially awesome when it is with someone who loves the same things with equal passion. It is so refreshing and rare to find someone who understands my taste for both the old and the quirky and finds joy where I dwell ( books, travel, creativity, ethnic food, music, etc.)

Photo976We get each other and leave judgments behind. Compromise is not really compromise and laughter comes so easily.These Magic Gardens and this stretch of South Street did morph into another power place for me, a mystical portal where the light is shimmering and all is well.Perhaps this has always been the case. I am not certain.  What I do know is that we all can benefit from following our dreams and inklings, no matter how fragile or subtle they appear to be. The interplay between living and blogging was evident as I scrambled to take pictures and delete old images to free up memory to capture something new.

I wonder: aren’t we always scrambling to stay in the present and deciding which thoughts to erase in exchange for something sparkling with new life?

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I relish the melding of old and new and blog about this often. I dig the chance to explore new places with an old friend. I also delight that my old friend is engaged with my newer ones through this blog. The added bonus of my “astro-twin” commenting on my Magic Gardens FB post after I mentioned her to Arlene earlier in the day seemed Divinely guided. She is a talented artist that uses recycled items in her work.

For where two or three are gathered in my name, there am I among them.

This biblical quote is the theme of the day. While my health has been troubling and I did not even think I could visit my friend, grace prevailed and a heartfelt reunion happened. What I take from the quote is that all is restored when one is in proper relationship to oneself and with others. Maybe the magic garden is within and all we have to do is excavate it with love and trust in its existence. There lies both the silver and the gold.

Returning Home: Part VI – Silver and Gold at the Magic Gardens

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Here is the latest chapter in my Returning Home series, where I explore the portals towards self-realization. I am reposting this on a Pisces day with a Scorpio moon. While editing, I noticed that this excursion to the Magic Gardens occurred on a Scorpio day with a Pisces moon. Ahh, my friend synchronicity never fails to quicken a heartbeat or prompt a smile… I took me some time to realize that South Street contains some powerful energetic gateways. It certainly did not hurt that this recent visit was spent with a dear childhood friend.

Make New Friends, But Keep the Old, One is Silver and the Other’s Gold ..

Photo979 (1)Anyone remember this Girl Scout song about friendship? Apparently Hillary Clinton did when she was recently interviewed about surrounding herself with old friends throughout her life. She goes on to explain that she has made many new friends and then referenced the song. She expressed her fondness for Photo973longtime pals, including a friend she made in the 6th grade. I was a girl scout and also remembered the song. Its mention was timely since I would be meeting up shortly with my friend from 8th grade, Arlene. I think it is okay with her that I use her first name here. If not, this will encourage her to learn how to leave a comment here. ( She does read my blog, which makes me smile).

Photo977 (2)We got together yesterday and it is fall at its finest. The leaves are now close to peaking and I savored their beauty on my drive back and forth from my home to South Street. What a rare day it was with a clear blue sky, cool weather, and endless sunshine. The focus of our trip was the Magic Gardens. We both benefited from some magic in our day.

Photo972

Yesterday was that rare astro combo I am so fond of: Scorpio Sun, Pisces Moon. Since it was a void of course moon to boot, the day was emotional, creative, free-flowing, and quite mystical. I had not been to the Magic Gardens before, but was eager to visit. I had read about the gardens years ago and was transfixed by its sparkly goodness. It is so much better in person, I can assure you. I took plenty of pictures, but I urge you to see it for yourself.

Photo971The experience was surreal as we lost ourselves in the mystery of the exhibit space, climbing steps up and down and slowly exploring the nuances of beatific wonder, tiny and huge, whimsical and deliberate.  Stained glass, mosaics, paintings on tiles, curious word puzzles, intuitive use of space, the value of  “disposable ” items.

 There are no limits here. 

Our time together was precious as I introduced her to some of my favorite haunts Photo966that still remain, like the amazing South Street Souvlaki. We had a delicious meal and created new memories to accompany the old ones. According to their website, the restaurant has been around since 1977. We have been friends even before then !

Photo975

Sharing great food and experiencing fabulous art is especially awesome when it is with someone who loves the same things with equal passion. It is so refreshing and rare to find someone who understands my taste for both the old and the quirky and finds joy where I dwell ( books, travel, creativity, ethnic food, music, etc.)

Photo976We get each other and leave judgments behind. Compromise is not really compromise and laughter comes so easily.These Magic Gardens and this stretch of South Street did morph into another power place for me, a mystical portal where the light is shimmering and all is well.Perhaps this has always been the case. I am not certain.  What I do know is that we all can benefit from following our dreams and inklings, no matter how fragile or subtle they appear to be. The interplay between living and blogging was evident as I scrambled to take pictures and delete old images to free up memory to capture something new.

I wonder: aren’t we always scrambling to stay in the present and deciding which thoughts to erase in exchange for something sparkling with new life?

Photo958

http://www.phillymagicgardens.org/

I relish the melding of old and new and blog about this often. I dig the chance to explore new places with an old friend. I also delight that my old friend is engaged with my newer ones through this blog. The added bonus of my “astro-twin” commenting on my Magic Gardens FB post after I mentioned her to Arlene earlier in the day seemed Divinely guided. She is a talented artist that uses recycled items in her work.

For where two or three are gathered in my name, there am I among them.

This biblical quote is the theme of the day. While my health has been troubling and I did not even think I could visit my friend, grace prevailed and a heartfelt reunion happened. What I take from the quote is that all is restored when one is in proper relationship to oneself and with others. Maybe the magic garden is within and all we have to do is excavate it with love and trust in its existence. There lies both the silver and the gold.

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Musings – November Time Warp

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I cannot let the beginning of November go by without a proper post. All the recent posts on Samhain and this current astrological wild ride we are on have been incredibly inspiring and I devoured each one with delight.  Currently I have been rather moody and spacey and somehow surprised at all the emotions and circumstances that I cannot control. Yet I am actually surprised that anything surprises me anymore! That is the cosmic curve ball, that I am still unaware of so much, despite my heightened psychic acuity. Who knew?

Still, I adore November which was originally the 9th month on the Julian calendar. Makes sense right? After all, November literally means 9th month. The Julian year began on March 25th which is very close to the Spring Equinox. When the transition was made from the Julian to the Gregorian system, November became the 11th month. I prefer the original sequence because November is a time of endings and beginnings and 9 is a better fit. Eight would also coincide well with the Scorpion vibration, but 9 is one of my favorite numbers so ….

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I am actually adjusting a bit more to this current cycle and had an amazing experience yesterday. I knew I would have material eventually to put into a future Collisions post. This one will definitely be a mind blower, trust me!

I am not a fan of Halloween or cemeteries or horror films at all! I do not like to be frightened or spooked for fun, not my thing. Life can be horrifying naturally , why add to it? I did dress up as a child, mainly to get candy and conform a little bit , and do remember a few enjoyable soirees as a young adult. That said, I just prefer seeing people without masks.  Which is maybe why I became a therapist, hehe..  Yet I adore The Rocky Horror Picture Show and have many glorious memories of viewing the midnight shows. I went often with my college crew. We would either have dinner beforehand at The Magic Pan or grab cheesesteaks at Jim’s after the show.  We always went to the legendary TLA theater on South Street. We did not dress up, but we threw the rice and screamed out all the catch phrases and songs. Chicken divan crepes or gooey cheesesteaks with whiz, a great group of  buddies, and the spectacular Tim Curry, Susan Sarandon ( before she was famous), and Meatloaf.

It does not get much better than this.

The TLA no longer shows movies and this is a shame. When I moved to Philly and got my own place, I would hang up the free TLA posters in psychedelic turquoise and fuchsia on the walls and became educated about independent cinema. My horizons were becoming expanded  and there was no going back. The genie was out of the bottle. I recall spending one birthday viewing Siddhartha at midnight with friends. South Street was so electric at night with its funky stores, fabulous clubs, unusual restaurants and a festive, exciting vibe.

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So which  Rocky Horror memory has endured over the years? The Time Warp Song. From the time my sister blasted it from her room, up until now ( saved on my DVR),  this  iconic tune has remained a constant because it is just simply addictive! Plus it showcases playing with time, one of my favorite pastimes. I think this film and my associations with it were a precursor to my fascination with the space-time continuum.

If you have not read my timeless tunes post, NOW is a great time to review: https://lindalitebeing.wordpress.com/2013/06/10/timeless-tunes-updated/   Let me know your favorites! I am sure I have missed some goodies.

Just remember – ” Don’t dream it, BE IT!! “

This post is dedicated to Marie ( whose birthday is today), Randy, Janet, Esther, and the rest of the gang from Temple, woohoo! I can still taste the cheesesteaks and hear our laughter , even today..

Update: For my American viewers, do not forget to set the clocks back an hour tonight before going to bed for the end of Daylight Savings Time and the resumption of Standard Time. Yet another example of a (highly structured)  time warp! One extra hour to enjoy the Double Scorpio energies..

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