Author: Denise

(Friday, February 16, 2024) first quarter moon Taurus / tarot Hanged Man

I dream of sleeping in “my” house, which has communal elements, as usual. I am lying next to Chris in my silver king-size bed, and he is waiting to die. He is full of anger and frustration. I don’t know if his mood is connected to impatience about his slow transition or his years of pain. His deep physical and intellectual decline.

I can’t see Chris but I sense his presence. Perhaps I am asleep and lucid dreaming. I sit up in front of the arched headboard and look around. The interior of the house has multiple, open levels and a very high ceiling. Most of the walls are a dark-grey color. Irritating. But I notice that the doors, bookcases and cabinets are bright white (like the trim and doors I have been painting in “waking” life). That is soothing.

A few people are wandering about in “my” house. I get out of bed and walk down to meet a friend. As we are chit-chatting on the lowest floor level, near the entryway, I notice a two-door cabinet next to the cathedral-height ceiling. I also feel a strong vibration under my feet but point to the cupboard: “What is that?”

My friend and I both look up, watching a tall, handsome man fly down from the small, horizontal cabinet. He greets us with great cheer and energy, telling us he is an astrologer. He has brought pages and pages of astrological data from inside the cupboard. He is ready to share them with us. I perceive his brilliance: he has been an astrologer for many lifetimes, a gift of cosmic wisdom. This almost takes my breath away.

Day notes:

I have an appointment on April 6 to meet Cindy’s astrologer friend Deb, in person. I just read her recent email newsletter and I am beyond excited to meet her. My birthday present.

The bed, the marriage, is at the mid-level of the house. Astrology is at the highest level. The underfoot low-level vibration could be an earthquake.

Navalny died today. My heart is broken.

I think the dark grey has two meanings:
1. Anxiety/grief/depression
2. Old lead paint beneath the layers I am covering in my house painting projects.

(Sunday, February 11, 2024) waxing crescent moon Pisces / tarot Tower

My last dream of the morning was blurry. I don’t remember many details except that I was traveling, walking, for long distances. I seemed to have duties and interactions with many people, although nothing is clear in my mind but for the ending: a group of people in long white robes stand to my right. I cannot see their faces. One lifts his/her hand and gives me the gift of a pure white hat. I accept it with my right hand and then hold it with both. The style is exactly like the black quintana sun hat I bought years ago in Santa Fe and never wore. I made it into a sculpture and gave it to my friend Bean. It reminds me of a few of Queen Elizabeth’s hats because it has a very wide, felt brim and a flat, short top. Not a jeweled crown, to be sure, but it feels royal. A protection for the crown chakra? A symbol of the crown chakra?

Day notes:

To prepare for our dream circle I ask my guide: “What is my mission at this new time in my life?” During our dream circle, I mention that the hat reminds me of Emerson’s Double White Lights (circles).

Quintana means “country house” in Spanish. Sometimes this hat is called a wide-brimmed fedora. It’s hard to find the exact name of my dream hat.

(Wednesday, February 7, 2024) waning crescent moon Capricorn / tarot High Preistess

I am in a huge city that feels like Chicago or New York. Philly? Because all of the buildings are dozens of stories in height there is no visibility of the sky or parks or trees. Literally “sky scrapers,” I guess. The only thing I can see are the towers, sidewalks and streets. The stones and cement of the structures are extremely dense, several feet deep. Looming. Mountainous.

My male spirit guide is on my left side, as usual. As we walk together he points to the right and advises me to head to a corner of the city where Black residents attend their religious services. He wants me to join their ceremonies. I turn to the right, on my own, and feel a bit overwhelmed. Will I be welcomed? What will I learn? What can I contribute?

I find a tall, modern cathedral and head inside. Everyone who is visible to me appears to be White, but it is a large space with hundreds of people. A cheerful male preacher is interacting with the community. He asks initial questions and people stand up to respond, to him and to each other. There are small wooden railings that separate the groups. It feels like a Quaker meeting. The members are very calm and serious. And I have grass beneath my feet!

Day notes:

I have been receiving emails from Rob, my old T’ai Chi teacher at the Quaker church in St. Paul. Robert, the head of the T’ai Chi Center, sold his house on Burnham Road where he taught and where Patrick used to live. Robert moved to Portland to live near his daughter and granddaughter.