Author: Denise

(Sunday, July 14, 2019) partial lunar eclipse in Capricorn arrives July 16

A loon on Parker’s Lake woke me up on Saturday and Sunday. An unusual and beautiful calling.

I watched Sharon Blackie’s Pacifica presentation on YouTube Friday evening. I have odd moments with my eyes (floaters and such), but as she delved into ancient Irish stories of the faerie realm, hundreds of white stars began to sparkle through my bedroom window, even though the sky was still cerulean blue. The vision lasted 5 or 10 minutes, until I closed my eyes, rested and reopened them.

Dream: I’m at the ship harbor of a large ocean bay with my boss Louis and one of his daughters. We are heading out to sea in a large, private yacht. Louis has promoted his daughter to captain, and he is training her in. I am perched on my knees at the top of the boat, twisting and repairing a circular roof component. Radar? Crown chakra?

I feel safe enough, although curious about the daughter’s promotion. My level of expertise is at the very top!

I notice that Louis is heading into a dark squall. The height of the waves is shifting to hurricane force. When I perceive he has no intention of turning the ship, I jump into the turbulent water and swim back to land. Out of danger.

Day notes:

This has to be about the recent stresses Louis is feeling about his job. Perhaps I leave because of his little spats with David? Two young designers and I were recently promoted, but Louis neglected to give me recognition with the full company. I mildly critiqued him for his mistake.

(Friday, July 5, 2019) waxing crescent moon Leo / tarot Queen of Corals (cups)

I found out about my godmother Marguerite Wolfe’s death on this day in 1965, at the Sheehan ancestral farm near Wabasha, with many of my cousins, aunts and uncles.

Dream: I am at my grandmother’s farm, in her very large kitchen, with several other women coworkers. They are talking and working behind me, near the large chrome and linoleum-patterned dining table. I stand at a countertop that faces a tall window, looking out to the backyard grove, between two old light-green cabinets.

I’m putzing with a couple of hand-sewn stuffed animals. I plop one on top of a child-sized wooden chair. Next to the chair is a small handmade cart that mimics the roaming laptop carts we make at my office. This one is made of glass and hand-welded metal, not machined in plastic and molded aluminum. I roll it to the far side of the window, then turn to address the other women.

“Hey! What if we paint this room?” I start peeling away the depression-era wallpaper. They all seem a little shocked by this idea and simply watch.

“What about PURPLE?” I say. And not just plain purple! I treat the walls like watercolor canvas, swooshing the paint with streams of water and blending in many other pigments. The end result looks like a beautiful, star-filled summer sky. Cosmos.

Day notes:

This dream seems related to my upcoming “Healing the Ancestors” retreat. I just received some images and historical information about the Sheehan clan from my cousin Bernadette, who lives on a farm relatively near the “ancestral lands” in Minneiska. Is this dream message telling me that my design time is nearly complete? Time to focus on my artwork, in spite of it being my elder-time? The leader of the retreat, Jill, has a musician son named Cosmo. I love his music and his videos.

I had to do a lot of propping at the office photo shoot on Tuesday, adding cups and notebooks and plants to images Rick was shooting of our desktop products.

I visited my dad at the Cambridge hospital yesterday and the nurses used our StyleView laptop medical carts.

I finally have the name of my ancestor that grandmother Lenora talked about so many times when I was a child. Her grandmother. Lenora taught me many indigenous signs of upcoming weather, including “count the stars inside the ring around the moon and you will know in how many days rain or snow will arrive.”

https://wc.rootsweb.com/cgi-bin/igm.cgi?op=GET&db=:2902415&id=I574483781

https://sites.rootsweb.com/~mnwabbio/bppf.htm

Saturday, June 22, 2019 (waning gibbous moon Pisces / tarot Magician)

All seven members of the Dreamsters Union are at a retreat on a calm, sunny ocean beach. The beach is expansive and grassy, like Virginia Beach on the Atlantic, but more peaceful, as though nestled in an ocean sound in the Pacific Northwest.

Jeanne G. is the most prominent dreamer in this dream. We have all agreed to share a plant-based psychedelic experience. I brought Chris’ “remedy” and Jeanne wants me to test it, because it looks like a small handful of soft turf-grass, not hippy grass with THC.

I agree to make sure the weed is powerful. I step toward a little beach hut, and as I enter the door, I see Chris lying on his left side near the shoreline, next to my paternal grandfather Edwin Luther, who is lying on his right side. The tops of their heads nearly touch each other. My grandfather passed away many years ago, so in the dream I wonder if they are both sleeping or if they are both dead.

I start to smoke a little pinch of “snuff.” Immediately I enter a highly shamanic state, full of brilliant colors and images. Jeanne will be pleased.

Day notes:

This is the second dream this week where I am joined by my grandfather. A few days ago both he and my grandmother Helen were in my dream. I think they are asking me to focus at Jill’s Healing the Ancestors retreat on the pain on my father’s side of the family (caused by the death of my aunt Carol on her sixth birthday). Perhaps they are also ready to greet new Baby Luther. Is the soul of Baby Luther related to Carol? Or Edwin?

My experience at Jill’s Tara Mandala was very shamanic, even though I was completely sober. A fairly large group of participants used ayahuasca, including a lovely couple in their late 70s who had lived for many years in a Rudolf Steiner community in Germany.

June 23: I burned twigs in my little fire pit last night and I still smell like smoke.