Category: Denise

(Monday, October 7, 2024) waxing crescent Sagittarius / tarot queen of cups

I am working in the upper story of a castle, painting and decorating. I move towards an edge of the room that is angled by the eaves. I nearly scrape my head because the ceiling there is close, not as tall as in the middle of the room. It feels like my bedroom in Rustic Lodge, triangular. I am low-energy from all of the design chores I have been doing day-after-day.

I take a break. I need to rest. I walk down a floor and notice a group of workers in the center of the mansion. They are small and remind me of dwarves, but also of the Richfield Latino residents. Many in the Richfield Hispanic community do all kinds of good, hard work: mowing, painting, construction, roofing, etc. Some of them are only 5 feet tall.

It is a huge relief to me to find a talented bunch who can help me with my projects. We chat for a bit and I tell them they are welcome to live in the castle.

I head outdoors, where I can now see the exterior of my manor. It is made from large rocks, not carved stones or bricks. This tells me it is very old, from the Early Middle Ages (also called The Dark Ages). There is a narrow moat at the front, coupled with the ocean.

The sky is full of somber clouds and the sea is murky, nearly black. I find a motorboat and drive across a large bay that is connected to the wide-open ocean. After a few minutes the rising waves give me anxiety, hesitation. I turn around and see the giant sailing ship that belongs to the castle. It is moored in the moat, at the front of the palace, large enough to be a traveling home for many people. It appears to be as ancient as the stone manor house.

Before I reach the moat, I see a man and a woman on separate rafts, floating outward towards the sea. Smiling, they are paddling by hand, but sinking, sinking, sinking. Soon they have completely disappeared from my sight. Gone.

Day notes:

Snowball got me up at 3 a.m. today! I am very tired. My numerous painting projects please me but also exhaust me. Tomorrow I paint the fireplace. Bob is going to make shoe molding (baseboard trim) for me next month.

I went to the Walker Art Center with the kiddos on Saturday and Oona bumped her head on one of the outdoor sculptures. It made her cry for a few minutes. I bumped my head yesterday when I was cleaning the bathroom floor.

The drowning couple are obviously my parents.

Who are the dwarves, I wonder? I have help, it seems.

My “Early Middle Ages” absolutely were “Dark Ages” because Chris had so many dire health issues.

(Friday, September 27, 2024) waning crescent moon Leo / tarot Hierophant

I head up to the top of a skyscraper for my job. The window-filled office is empty, surprising to me, but I sit down to get to work. A woman makes a phone call to me, the CEO or owner, and tells me I am let go. This fills me full of grief and I cry many tears as I walk down the tower.

I wander around for a while, and then enter another building, which is just a few stories. A place to live, perhaps an apartment or hotel. I feel like the owner here. There are professional painters working in many of the rooms. I join them and work on some spackling and sanding. The painting manager arrives to inspect the quality of the painting. He feels like a spirit guide. I ask him how I am doing. He sees that I am careful and precise. Up to snuff.

(Saturday, September 21, 2024) moon waning gibbous Taurus / tarot three of cups

Certainly today was the three of cups. I got to go to The Bakken Museum with Cullan, Wyn and Oona. It is a beautiful, historic stone castle, full of games and STEM education programs for children. The volunteers are kind and very informative.

I was a bit shocked when we walked up the third-story stairs and entered the Ben Franklin exhibit. In the “Electricity Party Room,” children can play with remakes of his original experiments. It all reminded me of my old lucid Ben Franklin dream that I shared with Dr. Sabina Lucas. She said many people think they have past lives as famous people but actually do not. She did a reading using my signature and Ben’s signature. She told me my Ben dream was true, that he is my past. I really do not feel any kind of waking connection to him, in spite of her interpretation.