Category: Denise

(Monday, March 31, 2025)

I have only a vague, physical memory of a detailed dream (most of which has vanished). I stand next to a few tall people: one is a woman with long, blonde hair. We all, including me, have erect, tall spines. I sense and see the strength of our backs. I guess this element of the dream is about personal power. My tall, thin dream guides often “have my back.”

Day notes:

Yesterday I spent time going through some of my dreams that might inspire the fairy tales and myths I want to start writing. I also grabbed Jung’s Red Book from my bookcase to begin reading it. I bought a quirky and inspiring book for Oona called “Little Witch Hazel: A Year In The Forest” and I am going to buy it for myself because it too may help me with my writing projects. My Edie dreams remind me of Little Witch Hazel.

The power of the spine reminds me of Bonnie’s snake dreams (Chinese Year of the Snake). Kundalini. Magic wand.

I had a long, wonderful conversation with Denisea today. But when Travis came over to give me an estimate for skim coating the entryway, I had trouble remembering a few critical words, so I confessed to him about my semantic dementia.

(Saturday, March 29, 2025) new moon eclipse in Aries (Neptune now in Aries after 165-year absence) / tarot seven of swords

Dreams have not appeared lately when I wake up. Blank. Which makes me sad, because dreaming is important for brain health. Snowball woke me up at 5 this morning (his normal schedule) and I did vaguely remember a dream taking place in a busy shopping mall. Which is not my usual dream event or location. I am no shopper anymore, although I loved shopping for clothes in my twenties and thirties. In the dream I have a discussion with a swank woman in her thirties, a shop manager or clothing designer. Thursday I got an expensive repair estimate for my car at Morrie’s Ford, which is across the freeway from Ridgedale Mall.

(Tuesday, March 25, 2025) waning crescent moon Aquarius / tarot Death

Yesterday I played a Pokéman game with my grandkids while Cullan walked to pick up their dinner from the local Chinese restaurant Xin Wong. We used a “magic” marker that reveals images that are invisible on a page until they are brushed with the felt-tipped pen. The goal of the game was to rub little squares and find as many heart and flame symbols as possible. If the symbol was missed, the number zero or the number one showed up instead. Wyn found fifteen hearts and flames. Oona only found one. She was good at the numbers but Wyn seemed very clairvoyant to me. He could figure out where the hearts and flames were nearly every time. Wyn’s favorite color is green, the hue of the heart chakra. He is usually dressed in different shades of green. Wyn is highly emotional (his sun sign is Cancer).

Last Tuesday I met with Deb O., my astrologer. Again she mentioned Chiron (the wounded healer) in my eighth house. She said I have been clairvoyant in many lifetimes. I don’t feel I am in this incarnation, except in my dreams, which can go forward and backward. My different interpretation (and I am no astrologer) comes up for me from Villoldo’s book. He mentions family pain, ancestry, can literally affect our minds for multiple generations (based on several studies, one on the Holocaust).