(Thursday, November 20, 2014) Moon: waning crescent in Scorpio / Tarot: hanged man
Chris and I have just moved into the house of my beloved godmother Marguerite Wolf. We are standing in the small kitchen of the modest two-bedroom cape cod she owned in south Minneapolis before passing from cancer in 1965 (I was eight years old).
It is the present time. The dream is full of physical details that I can recall when I wake up in the middle of the night. (I fall back asleep and have another dream about the same house. In the second dream my cousin Thomas, Marguerite’s son, is the new owner of the house. Chris and I rent from him.)
The house is a time capsule. I am investigating the many kitchen drawers and cabinets with much delight. I open them and show Chris the contents, which have not been viewed since the death of Marguerite. Each item has aged gently and glows with a soft golden patina: simple, everyday items transfigured into beautiful treasure. The particular energy of each “gem” is perceivable to me.
I feel happy and blessed to be living here, but I am also aware that the house is filled with spirits. In particular I can sense the presence of many spirits in the black basement. The open door to the lower level is behind me and to my right. I’m unnerved by the lack of barrier to this space. The steps are very steep. Fortunately Chris and I have a female roommate who is our guardian. She intercedes between the living and the dead. Marguerite? My mother-in-law Kay?
Day notes:
Hanged man: I spent two hours upside down in a dental chair today getting my crown.
I saw a young man yesterday at Whole Foods who looked so much like Tom Wolf I felt an electric shock go through my body. Very tall and lithe with that Irish fox appearance: curly red hair, sharp blue eyes, long straight nose.