(Friday, November 12, 2021) waxing gibbous moon Pisces, tarot High Priestess
Hundreds of humans live in a small city nestled in a wooded, hilly, natural environment. We are visitors to a foreign planet. The beautiful town is a colony. A few dozen of us are now ready to travel back in space, back to our home planet, but we have to take a long journey through the mountains.
A strong, middle-aged woman is the captain, the leader of our trip back to the space station and beyond. We are confident in her ability. We start to amble along the city streets together. I point out my lovely, two-story home with a veranda that freely opens to the lighted interior of the house. The clear openness has inspired me. I hope others feel cheered by it, too.
I want to bring my vehicle along with me in the large spaceship, but cannot. In my hand I hold a steel ignition key with a patterned hexagon top. I have affection for the classic, charming car. I will miss it. There are many aspects of the colony we will all miss and we take our time to visit people and places to say good bye and then, to discuss the process of being in space together.
We need to travel to a planet that is fairly close to this colonized planet, and from there we will fly to the earth. As we make it past the border of the friendly, populated town, we enter a very tall mountain range, the height of the Himalayas. Our captain instructs us. We must slide our bodies down the spectacularly steep, barren snow ridges, thousands and thousands of feet to a valley below. That is how the dreams ends for me. I am shocked by the dramatic angle of my pathway, but I obey. I slide forward at tremendous speed. Not everyone is able to race as directly and easily as I do.