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My Left Foot And My Right Hand

(Sunday, Summer Solstice, 2026) first quarter moon Virgo

I am in a pleasant forest location. It feels like “daytime,” yet the sky is completely black. It is cosmos-dark. The universe rotates gently above us.

There is a small circle of grass in the middle of some trees. I am standing there with a man who is constructing a shoe on my left foot. The process feels like Legos. He connects piece after piece. Click, click. I don’t expect this to work, but in the end he is able to complete my lovely shoe with a pointed toe and laces. It pleases me.

I have a conversation with a mystic, a psychic. It could be the man who made my shoe, or someone else. Edgar Cayce? I tell him in my youth I was highly intuitive, precognitive. I have a small, square piece of art paper between my right fingers. I say that I turned my skill over to my son when he was born. I hand the spirit guide the piece of white paper.

Day notes:

I will be at the Mayo tomorrow to meet a new neurologist. I am hoping he can approve my wish to learn the electrical process that I have been waiting months to begin (via Edgar Cayce). Maybe the shoe on my left foot is about my left temporal lobe? It doesn’t look great on the MRI images from Northwestern.

Intuitively I bought Wyn a Harry Potter Lego birthday present. I intended to get a Star Wars Lego set, but this was the right choice. Yesterday at his birthday party Wyn had a Harry Potter birthday cake and Hillary’s new partner was wearing a magician costume from Harry Potter. Cullan bought two Harry Potter presents too.

Chiron, “The Wounded Healer,” entered Taurus on our wedding anniversary, June 19. I have a stellium in Taurus, including the Sun, Venus, Mercury and the South Node. Chiron will be in Taurus for a few years, until 2033.

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6/15/26 Looking for my Phone/Keeping this Child

I am in a large place with a group of people. Becky is there dressed like an exotic African especially her hair. She is making art; small, round (5″ diameter) pieces made out of material. She is showing them to me.

Molly is there and is pregnant. She is going to have an abortion but has to wait for two weeks for some reason. I am pregnant also.

I can’t find my phone. I look and look. I ask a man to ring my number. He does. I can’t hear my phone ringing.

I am to get an abortion. I am now in the den at Shady Oak. Mom is there. I sit down. I say Paul and I tried to get pregnant and nothing happened. Now I am pregnant and am going to get an abortion. (I am not sure if I tell my mother this or not)

I am more upset that I can’t find my phone. I see my knitting. It is dark green yarn the same color as my phone cover. I lift it up and there is my phone. I realize that I am so emotional because I am pregnant.

At the end of the dream, I start thinking Paul and I will keep this child.

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Synchronicity: Doyle

(Tuesday, June 16, 2026)

My Dad’s burial yesterday was at St. Mary’s Catholic Cemetery in MInneiska. It is a family cemetery, but I noticed a name I had never seen before on a very old, lichen-covered stone: Doyle. It was a relative of my great-grandmother Bridget Doyle, I am guessing. On Monday I am heading to the Mayo, so I think I will stop at St. Mary’s to visit my father. I will check the Doyle stonework, too.

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