Ode to Donna

Let’s drink a toast to Donna

who relished quality wine

she lived her life with gusto

and ended it by design

Chocolate, fine food, and cigarettes were among her vices

lung cancer is tough going even for the strong

smoking led to her untimely demise

after diagnosis , her time on Earth was not long

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A Pisces at heart, she enjoyed a relaxing bath

filled to the brim with bubbles

apparently the bubbly immersion

melted away her troubles

She was my online friend

an astrologer like no other

we both had colon issues

she doted on me like a mother

Feisty, generous, stubborn, and direct

we could have similar genes

how do you miss someone you never met

except within a dream?

This quickly put together scrappy poem is my salute to Donna, who passed away on December 8th. I knew of her years before I “met her” on Facebook as I had  bought one of her books on lunar nodes. She was a teacher, healer, astrologer, mother, friend, and organizer of a very special annual astrology conference. She was a very knowledgeable person and lectured on many topics including gemstones and astrology. Donna was also a regular speaker at the magickal Lilydale.

Donna was not always the easiest person to get along with.  The song My Way by Frank Sinatra comes to mind when I think about how she led her life. I regret that I did not have the resources to travel to meet her at a conference. I did see her in a dream and told her about it. I surmised it was a sign we would meet on this plane. She refused any treatment for the cancer and it quickly took her life. It continually amazes me how quickly beings enter and exit our sphere of existence, although I have witnessed this pattern over and over again.

We conversed often on Facebook and in private messages. We exhanged info on astrology, food, and diverticulitis. I  took an online class with her on stress and the horoscope, which was great. She was so wise about so many subjects and had traveled the globe, taking in so much of what life had to offer her. Donna was an icon, yet conducted herself as down to earth as anyone. I think the smoking did her in, when all is said and done.  She was uncompromising about living on her terms. I admire her for it, yet wish she could have stuck around longer.

How do you miss someone you never met , except within a dream?

 

Rest in peace Donna, knowing so many people loved you and that your legacy is rich and strong.

At this time of Solstice across the planet, let’s take time to appreciate the dance between dark and light, love and fear, endings and beginnings. One does not penetrate consciousness in the absence of the other in this current dimension in which we have chosen to incarnate.

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A Dream Sampler ~ My Winter Solstice Tribute

Just before Mercury stations direct tomorrow, I am going “retro” by posting a popular dream post that coincided with Winter Solstice 2013.

Wishing all a glorious Solstice, a productive Saturn in Capricorn transit, and a blessed holiday season.

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Some readers have been interested in my dream groups, and more specifically the content of my dreams. I have been hesitant to blog about my dreams because I do not like being analyzed. As a psychotherapist, I am sensitive to those who tend to pathologize or judge the inner experiences of others. When I assist another in dream analysis, I take special care to empower the dreamer and avoid labeling or limiting the multitude of layers potentially contained within each dream.

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Having said that, I see that my desire to inspire and advocate for dream work overrides my worries over being labeled or pigeonholed. So I have assembled a dream sampler for you today! This sampler is an assortment of various dream types. All of them have been quite meaningful because they have provided me with guidance or insight into the larger workings of Source as well as my individual…

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Kindness Collisions Abound

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I once associated collisions with car accidents, but no more. Collisions are the cosmic meetings shrouded in mystery and orchestrated by Divine appointment. This blog is loaded with everyday tales of extraordinary magic. The more I share, the better I feel inside. Storytelling is my gift to the world.

This time of year is considered to be a time of frequent miracles. But if you frequent mainstream media lately, you will find assorted horrors and hate- based dreck. Way too many stories are told not to inspire, but to agitate or incite fear. I have had enough, how about you? But there is hope. I promise you, there is hope. I invite you to watch CBS evening news, especially the last five minutes of each broadcast. If you have more time, explore the magical CBS Sunday Morning show, where they bring extraordinary stories that are unlikely to be found in memes or on YouTube. The producers are visionaries in their ability to discover and research unusual topics that are often obscure and luminous. There are typically some celebrity interviews, but I relish the unexpected tales that feed my curiosity and satisfy my soul. There is a series called On the road with Steve Hartman. He took over for the legendary Charles Kuralt. This is a series of good news that is miraculous in nature. I have to share with you Friday’s feature. It is about an ordinary man’s calling to be of service. It is both extraordinary and simple, which makes it even more spectacular.

You can find the story here:

A young man has a calling and transformation is at hand.He follows this nudge that grows over time. Lives are changed and love becomes a verb. This process sows the seeds for planetary evolution, sometimes referred to as ascension. I want to believe we are heading there. Maybe we are already there and the material indications are yet to be revealed to the masses. I don’t know.

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What I do know is that I am called often to show the way, using the resources afforded me at any given time. An abundance of tears often triggers my awareness that something amazing is occurring. I have been crying often this week. This is one of the ways the Divine contacts me.

The next day I went out in my neighborhood filled with the expectation of the possibilities often linked with the Solstice season. The checkout clerk was a young woman with a smile plastered on her face. She was kind, warm, and was very engaged with me and the often routine tasks of her job. I was lifted by our exchanges. Her uniform lacked a name tag so I asked her name. She said ” Christian.” Perhaps an hour later I introduced myself to a new neighbor. She was also warm and exuberant and extended her hand to me. ” My name’s Christina, ” she said as we shook hands. Hmmm, I thought, while 2 Christians does not a pattern make, something is in the works!

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This palpable sense of good cheer led me to research images of the nativity, particularly peaking my interest in the Star of Bethlehem. This article by wikipedia is a worthy read, particularly the sections regarding prophecy and the astronomy / astrology findings.  Jupiter conjunctions with Saturn and Regulus caught my attention. So did these stirring images that decorate this article. Out of all consciousness there is a spark awaiting the instantaneous emission of light. This lightness of being does not have to be reserved for special occasions. The great spiritual teachings did not ask for us to live in darkness for the majority of our days. Christ consciousness is about love. Love is light and they both are inherent in consciousness. This is not white washing New Age gibberish onto a troubled world. It is about removing the obstacles to love’s presence, the promise of A Course in Miracles.

Where do we begin??

 

References:

http://www.cbsnews.com/news/on-the-road-one-mans-long-journey-to-help-a-stranger-walk-again/

http://www.cbsnews.com/sunday-morning/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Star_of_Bethlehem

 

I wonder if the joy and awe I feel upon hearing this rendition by Whitney Houston is measurable to the miracle of light appearing out of darkness. It happens today in the Northern Hemisphere.  Wishing you a brilliant Solstice where kindness, wonder, and love prevail at every pass, in each breath.

 

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A Dream Sampler ~ My Winter Solstice Tribute

Some readers have been interested in my dream groups, and more specifically the content of my dreams. I have been hesitant to blog about my dreams because I do not like being analyzed. As a psychotherapist, I am sensitive to those who tend to pathologize or judge the inner experiences of others. When I assist another in dream analysis, I take special care to empower the dreamer and avoid labeling or limiting the multitude of layers potentially contained within each dream.

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Having said that, I see that my desire to inspire and advocate for dream work overrides my worries over being labeled or pigeonholed. So I have assembled a dream sampler for you today! This sampler is an assortment of various dream types. All of them have been quite meaningful because they have provided me with guidance or insight into the larger workings of Source as well as my individual psyche. I had this idea swirling around for months but chose to post now in time for the Winter Solstice. I love the night and have the most mind-blowing, soul-stirring adventures while asleep. So here’s to the power of the dark and the majesty of the night..

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This sampler will give you a taste of some interesting types of dreams I have had over the years. I will take you back from the most recent one back in time, to provide some perspective.

Dream 1 –  October 2013

This is a long dream sequence with Richard Gere and a former boyfriend. We are having dinner together, just the 3 of us. We are at a formal function. I am enjoying myself. I discuss with someone ( not sure who) having spent 7 years with this man, but not marrying him. Later I tell people I have met Richard Gere. He looks about 10 years younger than his current age. He has dark hair and is not wearing glasses. At some point the scene jumps to my bedroom and I hear the song ” Up Where We Belong” from the film An Officer and A Gentleman. I tell myself it is okay to listen to this song that once was associated with myself and a different ex-lover.  Richard Gere starred in that film and the title track was ” our song  “- for me and my college boyfriend.

After jotting down some notes in my dream journal, I go online. I go to the AOL page and glance at a headline about Richard Gere. It reads ” My lunch with Dakota Fanning.” I think, hmm maybe I dreamed I was Dakota Fanning. But no, it gets better : He is living in my city and dined with her here. They are filming a movie together in Philly! This article was written just one day before my dream. I had no idea he was working or living here.

http://greatideas.people.com/2013/10/17/richard-gere-dines-on-brown-butter-salmon-get-the-recipe/

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Dream 2 – Lucid Dream, March 2013

I am in my bedroom and I am about to turn on the lamp. I stood up and looked around and knew it was not my room. I told myself ” I am having a lucid dream!” I knew upon opening the bedroom door that an unknown world waits upon my in the hallway. I see a few strangers who appear a few years older than myself. They are gathered around what appears to be a kitchen table. The surroundings are bare white, and not very engaging. I quickly ask myself what do I want to do here? I address the 2 men and 2 women and say ” What do you want to tell me?” I left it open-ended because I did not want to influence their responses. I tried my best to be quiet and really listen. What I heard mostly was unintelligible nonsense. The first man seemed disappointed in me. The first woman asked me to take a seat. I knew they all wanted me to make changes but I was given no direction. One of the women said to change something” even before baby-sitting.” That was the only phrase that I could decipher.

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Dream 3 – Epic Dream, About 2-3 years ago

I call this an epic dream because it was spectacular in scope. I was in Cambodia with my friend who lives there now. He runs a spiritual retreat center. Teaching yoga is one of his many roles at the retreat. We are sitting together with a group and we are up high above the ground. Everything I can see and hear is over the top in color, vibration and scope. It is beautiful beyond words and unlike anything I have seen while awake. We are breathing quickly and deeply and we are also chanting.  I am in an altered state. I am ascending and I am in bliss. When I wake up I am still feeling the peace and ecstasy. I go online almost immediately upon awakening. I go to Facebook and begin to read the news feed. At the very top is a post that reads ” Cambodian Dream”.  I read it and it is a story about my friend’s retreat !

Dream 4 – About 7 years ago

This dream happened on either a Friday or Saturday night. I am at a local Chinese restaurant and I am eating wonton soup. It is the best I had ever tasted. I do not remember much else. Rarely do I try to recreate a dream  while I awake, but on this occasion that is exactly what I did. I had to have that soup.  I went there for lunch that afternoon and ordered the wonton soup. I was seated in a side room where I typically do not sit. It is by the door and also the bar where people order takeout. I am savoring my soup and wondering why I felt so compelled to do this, Close to the end of my meal I notice a woman waiting for her takeout order. She looks vaguely familiar. ‘ I know who she is, Dr. Robin!” Dr. Robin is a psychologist and was a frequent guest on Oprah at the time. I decide to introduce myself.  I tell her that I am a therapist and ask her if she is from this area, She replies that she lives in the Phila. area and often frequents this restaurant. I tell her that I am a fan and very impressed with her success, She is very kind and gracious. I am very pleased that I took the risk of introducing myself. I receive the requisite fortune cookie with my bill. Read the message below! ( I still kept it after all these years.)

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Dream 5 – Pre-cognitive dream, February 1999

Backstory: I am working as a Social Work Supervisor for a unit of Child Welfare workers. One of the workers was in her 40s and taking some time off to have surgery. I will call her Terry. I do not know the details about her health, but on her last day before taking medical leave, I speak to Terry as if I may never see her again. Fast forward a few weeks later, I am told Terry’s  surgery went well and  that she is recovering successfully.

On a Sunday night I am dreaming of Terry. We are going to a service. She tells me it is her aunt’s funeral. I recall very little detail. When I wake up I find it unusual to be dreaming about her. It is Monday morning and I am about to enter my office. Before I could get their, my supervisor stops me. He takes me into his office to tell me that Terry has suddenly passed away!

 

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An interesting dream prompt: I want to end this sampler with a tool that was at my disposal for many years. I created this by trial and error and it worked for a very long time. I had a childhood friend from 6th grade through the end of high school. I will call him Greg. We were not very close but we had some friends in common and we would party together. He was in a band and we both loved the Grateful Dead. We also spent part of our summer together the year after graduation as both our families rented rooms at the same place down the shore. I only saw him once or twice after that summer.

What I noticed was that Greg kept appearing in my dreams. Because he was not a love interest or a very close friend, I did not have a profound emotional link with him. I decided at some point that he would become my prompt. Whenever Greg appeared, I would know that I was dreaming. This went on for several years. I would be in a non-lucid state, notice Greg, and then have the epiphany that I was dreaming. It has been quite some time since he has appeared, but we had a good run! Has anyone tried this or something similar?

Please use the Comments section to share some dreams.

Describe your Epic Dreams, Pre-Cognitive and Lucid Dreams !

Have I left out any dream categories that you have experienced?

What patterns have you discovered?

Wishing you a gentle, healing Solstice …….

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art by Josephine Wall

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A Lifetime of Miracles

 I am not really a holiday person. I have written about this before. Yet at certain times in my life I have wished to embrace and experience firsthand the ” miracles of the season” that many have talked about. So far this season has been bleak for me. Yet this morning I looked out the window and noticed the birds are back. And I spotted a lone red bird ….

So I am reposting my poem Grace Everpresent as my Winter Solstice Message to you. There are many who are in need of love, abundance, comfort, etc at this time. I feel for you. I know you. I AM you.

WISHING YOU BLESSINGS AND A LIFETIME OF LIGHT

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Grace Everpresent

Where is Grace?

Grace is realizing the car keys are in your other pocket

Grace is when the cop gives you a warning this time

Grace is when the red birds descend on your terrace ” just because”

Grace is when you discover your checkbook error

that you subtracted one hundred dollars by mistake

Grace is when the sky opens and the sun tells the clouds to get lost for a spell

Grace is the neighbor’s cat who snuggles with you after yours has passed away

Grace is the stranger who helps you pick up your groceries off the floor

Grace is the MRI that reveals you don’t have that illness after all

Grace is accepting what is and surviving with renewed hope

Grace is a whole heart after a lifetime of shatters and scars

Grace is a million new beginnings

Grace is finding love way past your prime

Grace is everpresent

© litebeing chronicles 2013

update:

I wrote this poem , or rather this poem wrote me, from a place filled with a mixture of despair, emptiness, hope, and gratitude. Your response has been wonderful and I thank you.  My poetry has always been fueled by intense emotion and manifests only when it is good and ready. Stay tuned for new arrivals in future posts.

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