(Friday, May 22, 2015) Moon: waxing crescent Cancer / tarot: ten of Pentacles
Dearth of dreams in the last few weeks. The morning was full of dreams but the memory of only two remain.
Dream one: Chris receives a check for $26,000. I am lucid, trying to figure out why and where it comes from. I remember that when Marlene read my tarot cards last winter she said I could expect a “secret inheritance.” The card she saw was the ace or ten of Pentacles, I don’t remember for certain. The dream transitions before I can draw any conclusions.
Dream two: I am in the Void. Three black cubes are aligned in a row in front of me, each identical and about the size of a very small room, maybe 9 feet wide by 9 feet tall and 9 feet deep. The facets of the cubes facing me open to a dark interior. I navigate into the cube to my right. Perhaps I am levitating, as there seems to be no ground beneath my feet. Or maybe I teleport, Star Trek style.
As soon as I enter the “cube” I become aware of its infinite space, and of the negative atmosphere of that cosmos. It’s a universe full of pain and suffering and violence. Immediately I remove my soul from the hellish dimension and return to the Void.
I don’t even consider the middle cube. I know that it contains an energetic balance between darkness and light. Instead, I enter the cube to my left. As my astral body floats or dissolves into the space, I become illuminated and caressed by the intense brilliance of white light within. I feel a brief sense of healing and coming home before the dream image evaporates. A kind of memory white-out. A flash or silent explosion that absorbs me completely.
Day notes:
I had dinner the night before with my friend Jeanne C. and her childhood friend Marilyn, whom I had been hearing stories about for years but had never met. Marilyn is one of those people my friend Denisea would describe as “taking up psychic space.” I heard tale after tale about deeply dark episodes of her life that started in 1966. An ex-husband that placed a gun to her head, broke into her house and tried to strangle her, and on and on. I could not wait to get away from her. What kind of person spins those terrible yarns to someone she has never met? It felt like she was trying to impress and control me with her warrior spirit. Her ego.
(Saturday) Lola is sick again, after 5 vet visits in one week and $2500 spent. An ultrasound on Tuesday gave her a clean bill of health. But I had to take her to the ER this morning, and there will be more vet visits to come next week. I am feeling like I cannot ever again volunteer for the dream conference. I can never be sure of my ability to attend. I’m ready to find a witch doctor for Lola. The spooky side of Sabine Lucas would say the forces of darkness are trying to prevent me from an experience of light that the conference will invoke. Tarot today is five of swords.
Lori has my copy of Nigel Hamilton’s book. I’ll bet he has something to say about a row of three black cubes!
On the way to the ER this morning a white squirrel ran across the road in front of us, right to left. On the way back, a giant wild turkey and his mate were stopping traffic on Highway 55. All his feathers were gloriously spread, like some kind of Thanksgiving vision.
Squirrel: gathering, frenetic energy, socialize, have more fun, “be prepared but don’t go nuts!”
Turkey: “Give-Away Eagle” (potlatch), medicine of saints and mystics, reception of a gift
2 + 6 + 0 + 0 + 0 = 8, the symbol of infinity. A trinity of zeroes, a trinity of emptiness. The Void.
2 + (2 + 2 + 2) + 0+ 0 + 0 = quaternity of two, trinity of null
9 + 9 + 9 = 27 = 9
9 x 9 x 9 = 729 = 18 = 9
When multiplied, nine always reproduces itself. Nine is the number of magic, of completion and fulfillment. Nine is the number of heaven, the number of universal love, karma, and of lightworkers. According to “The Internets.”
Black box, Kaaba Stone of Mecca
