Category: Denise

(Tuesday, January 24, 2023) waxing crescent moon Pisces / tarot 8 of swords

I arrive at a new community home: a giant hotel, condominium or apartment building. I enter my bedroom. I sleep for a while and when I wake up, I realize I must sort out my clothing in order to mingle with new people. It feels like I don’t have enough to wear. I am visited by my cousin Julie and others, who are unconcerned about my depleted wardrobe. Family. They send love.

A blonde woman in a leadership role arrives from down the hall. She shows me some swank work-clothing options she can generously provide. She is impressively professional, at the top of her game. My distraction at being in a new place, along with my comfort with unplanned clothing, makes the Sharp Woman head back to her important office to converse with a group of women much more assertive and career-focused than I am.

I look through my pile of clothing and find my favorite blue jeans, a surprise. As I continue to search, I find more things than I thought I had. Items gradually continue to appear. Even so, I realize the Sharp Woman could be a helpful relationship, so I walk to her office. I see that my relaxed ambivalence has made her impatient. But it is her role to help, in spite of her judgement. I am still uncertain that this is the path for me, yet my mind is open.

Day notes:

Yesterday, late in the day, my friend Mary sent me an email. Mary worked with me at Ergotron as a contractor for 2 years. I was able to get her hired full-time in 2022. We have know each other for 35 years. Her email had personal contact information for a female rep at Creatis. Creatis hires designers as contractors. I filled out an online application at Creatis today. My conscious mind doesn’t know if I am retired or if I am looking for work.

The Sharp Woman looks like the Ergotron Director of Marketing, who lead the virtual meeting where I lost my job. She is kind, but in meetings she would go on and on and on, using bizspeak vocabulary that didn’t register with me.

I had joined the “Women in the Workforce” group at Ergotron. First meeting, I criticized the word workforce. Discussions were consistently about career, and I stopped attending.

Auntyflo.com says that if you are dressed inappropriately, it is time to stop worrying about emotions. Break the rules.

(Saturday, January 21, 2023) new moon Capricorn / tarot Temperance

The end of this dream is fully lucid. The dream itself is full of vibrant details, but the last scene so affected my emotions that I don’t recall the beginning as well as I do the end.

I am in my very large, two-story house, on the main floor. The space is wide open, with only outer walls, no interior walls. The room is full of decorations, furniture and equipment. It feels like a storage warehouse. Even this part of the dream is vivid enough for me to see thousands of variations in colors and patterns.

A few dozen people are leaving my house. They slowly head outside, and then I lock my doors for safety in the city.

I am tired and stressed. The room requires work, particularly in the kitchen area. Some bags of vegetables need composting. I notice that my white cat’s feeding spot needs a clean. My feline friend likes to run up and down the stairs to the upper floor, and I follow him.

The upper floor is smaller than the lower, but still spacious and packed with furniture. In other visits to this space, I have carefully observed different areas of decoration that were created many years before. They make me wonder who made them, and when. I’ll never know.

In this visit, I look to the center of the room and feel an instant spiritual blessing that overwhelms my emotions. Three women are seated on couches that face each other, participating in a joyful, animated conversation. They turn to me and I say, “Who are you? How did you get here?” The smallest of them says, “We are your spirit guides!” She is very jolly. All of them are full of peace and happiness.

I sense that there are no shadows, no negativity, to any of these three beings. They radiate their light and power to me. Their level of care is infinite.

They walk over to me, smiling big smiles. I am deeply grateful to be able to see my guides in person, eye-to-eye. The jolly, curly-haired guide tells me that they will reveal and share the work that they are doing for me. She lies on her back in front of me, her feet to my feet, and tells me to touch the side of her ribs with my hands. This physical contact provides telepathy, describing the work that is needed to heal my daughter-in-law’s anxiety (she is on medication and working with three therapists).

The second guide then lies on her back, on top of the first guide but below her face. I touch her ribs. The same event happens with the third guide. I am surprised at the way they lie together, on top of each other. When I wake up, I don’t remember what information the second and third guides provide, but it must be somewhere in my unconscious, which makes me feel protected and loved.

Day notes:

The main floor part of the dream seems to be about the stress of me losing my job. Coworkers have moved on. I have had guidance from a few people this week. Our Medicare advisor was able to finish our paperwork and applications yesterday, a huge relief. I met with our financial advisor on Thursday, and she made me feel more calm as well.

I visited my friend Denisea at her 1912 house in St. Paul, near Macalester. We shared art studios for many years, but our tastes are different. Her house is packed with decorative furniture, antiques and artwork, from floor to ceiling. I enjoyed looking at all of the details. That vibe is the physical feel of the dream.

I did notice this morning that kitty Snowball’s food area needed a clean.

Hillary was sick on Sunday morning (01.22.2023).

The guides feel like the Three Sisters of Fate.

(Tuesday, December 27, 2022) waxing crescent moon Pisces / tarot Empress

I am traveling down along the Mississippi, on highway 61, to my former ancestral home. When I come inside, a group of friendly young handymen show me the renovated hardwood floors. “Very nice,” I say, although it is a bit too DIY for my eye. I am ready to move on, because I have a new house, but a cyclone is coming. I suggest moving children to the root cellar. The young residents say the bathroom (that used to be my great-grandparents’ bedroom) is fine. They are probably right, because it is a snow cyclone, like the one that killed so many people in Buffalo.

Day notes:

This makes me think of our Plymouth house. The young couple that bought the house has done a few projects, including the wood floors. I never felt safe in that house during tornado warnings as the lower level faced southwest and had no concrete block wall to protect from the winds.