Author: Denise

(Friday, June 26, 2015) Moon: waxing gibbous Scorpio / Tarot: Ten of flames, the Horah

A group of us, friends, are standing together on the earth, waiting for the arrival of a huge flood. We can see the curvature of the planet, even though we are very intimate with the soil beneath our feet.

We watch the waters come. Liquid seeps over our toes, then rises to our knees. Soon we are floating and bobbing in the waves, which now cover the entire world. The sea is pleasantly warm and salty.

Since all land is gone, I know that at some point I will have to take a full breath of water into my lungs and surrender to the depths.

Out of the corner of my left eye I see a Great White Shark swimming toward me. Some part of my mind has forgotten the danger of predators, forgotten that humans are not at the top of the ocean food chain. I consider that the arrival of the shark could be a blessing, saving me from many days of suffering.

Day notes:

My two dreams today are thematically identical. Identical plots, only slightly variant in form.

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(Wednesday, July 1, full moon Capricorn) Because this dream and the earthquake dream are so short, I think they may have precognitive qualities. I’ve been on the lookout.

On Monday afternoon I left work at 4. The western horizon was orange. “This means something,” I thought. By the time I reached Eden Prairie, the sky opened up and I was caught in the middle of a hailstorm. Dozens of cars tried to find shelter underneath the freeway bridges. There was no room for me, so I kept on driving. The wind was roaring in from the east in a near-horizontal wave (even though the clouds had come from the north and west). I managed to hide alongside a semi truck for a little protection.

When I arrived home the yard looked as if snow had fallen. White ice everywhere. Dream group was scheduled at Peter’s, so I left again at 6:30. Soon after I hit the road, a second round of hail fell on the house. The tarot card I drew Monday morning was the five of cups, The Storm.

Sharks have been casing the neighborhood ever since, trying to snag roof and siding repairs from the residents. I even got a call on my cell phone at work from one of the contractors. How did they get my number? That was extremely upsetting.

(Friday, June 26, 2015) Moon: waxing gibbous Scorpio / Tarot: Ten of flames, the Horah

A group of us, friends, are standing together in a skyscraper, looking out a large picture window. We know that a great earthquake is coming, we have known for years, but none of us are aware of the timing. We are very high up, near the top floor of the building, but the view out of the window is intimate. We are looking at the thick woods full of walnut and box elder trees behind my grandmother’s house. She called it “The Grove.” It marked the border between the Sheehan farm and the Lamey farm.

We peer into the green leaves and notice a dark cloud forming in the shadows. As it grows, the building begins to rumble. The tall tower leans backwards in a tight arch, like a gymnast falling into a back-bend. We wonder if the structure will recover and snap dramatically in the opposite direction. Rubber band. Which will be the greater danger, collapsing back or lunging forward?

Day notes:

As I write this, a sun shower, complete with thunder, has begun. Beautiful sound! Pungent fragrance!

I think this dream was informed by the battle in the sky I imagined yesterday between Eagle and Egret.

A simple dream that felt big. A group soul with profound, karmic earth knowledge.

Sacred grove, ancestors, liminal space, elevated spiritual level. No fear of physical consequences, but curiosity about the laws of gravity and plate tectonics.

Perhaps my friends are outside of time and space since we cannot predict the arrival of the quake.

 

 

 

(Thursday, June 25, 2015) Moon: waxing gibbous Libra / Tarot: Maat (Justice)

On my lunchtime river-walk today I glanced to my right and saw the full white wing of an egret perched in the top branches of a bush. Like it had fallen from the sky. I picked it up, gently, and looked around me to make sure I was alone, then hid the wing inside my light knit jacket. I remembered the time Rob brought an eagle feather to T’ai-Chi class. He had found not one, but two feathers, on a solo canoe trip to the Quetico. I was amazed that he did not seem to know that anyone who is not a registered tribal member needs a permit to possess an eagle feather. Maybe he didn’t care. That made me so curious I looked into it further and found that it is illegal to keep feathers or nests from any wild bird.

I walked a few more steps and saw the severed black leg of the poor egret in the middle of the asphalt trail. I carefully moved it into the grass. I tried to imagine how this could have happened: had an eagle attacked and dismembered the egret in flight? Big Rivers Park is full of bald eagles and red-tailed hawks. Coyotes too. The upper section of the leg looked as if it had been pinched clean by a powerful beak, not torn with canine teeth. To my eye.

I didn’t find any more evidence of the battle on the rest of my walk, but I did rescue a small green frog that was trying to cross Old Highway 13.

Near the end of my journey, after greeting the giant Grandmother Cottonwood tree that I love, I came around a bend in the path and saw a man doing T’ai-Chi in the middle of a beautiful grassy circle. I have never seen anyone doing T’ai-Chi in the park before. What a wonderful sight.

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I received a group email from Rob just this morning, so he was on my mind. He hasn’t taken me off his mailing list, even though it has been over six months since I attended his T’ai-Chi class.

The Egyptian goddess Maat is depicted in the tarot card I pulled this morning. She judges the dead. Her scales of justice hold a human heart and a small white feather. Karmic balance.

Tonight on the local news I saw a clip of an actress in an angel costume. Giant wings made of white feathers.