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(Friday, June 10, 2022) waxing gibbous Libra / six of swords tarot

I’m with a camaraderie of people, many younger than I, many the same age. I tell a younger woman about an upcoming Women’s March, not far away. She seems uninterested, but when I walk along a street and arrive in a large presentation room, I am surprised that she is there as a contributor, and that this is not an outdoor protest. Even onstage, she remains emotionally unconnected. I lose interest, and move to a small room to the right of the conference.

The adjacent room has coffee and treats, a mini-kitchen. It is full of happy participants from the IASD. One of the high-level male members, who has lead aspects of the group for many years, has fallen in love with me. I find this impossible and don’t know how to respond. I am no one. But his emotions are deeply serious. My skepticism makes him very quiet and sad. Devastated. He doesn’t know how to convince me, at least at first. With my spiritual intuition, I try to understand who he is, and what is happening.

(Sunday, June 4, 2022) waxing crescent moon Leo / Star tarot

The first dream was before 4 am:

I am able to help other people fill in fields in software that are blank and looking for words. I thought that was interesting, since I have been struggling with words for quite a while.

The second and third dreams happened before 8 am:

In the second dream I am trying to get access to an event or position. A harsh women needs over 10 items of contact to allow me in. I have to correct her on the first two results. She is looking at old records for my participation with the IASD, but I tell her she is looking before the year that I joined (2011).

In the third dream, couples at the IASD conference are hiking together up gentle bluffs with deep green, tall grasses. The sky is blue and full of sun. The path is reddish earth and has numerous small entrances to circular resting spots. Almost medicine wheels. The trail is like a river with sandy tributaries. Each of the couples decide on their circle. I head up the path on my own, hoping for a partner to join me. I choose a circle and sit on the comfortable earth. I have a heavy, black woolen sweater that I pull off, and a lighter one beneath it that I also remove. I feel more free, less constrained. My new partner arrives, standing behind me. He has my back. Such a grateful surprise.

Monday and Wednesday, May 16 and 18, 2022

On Monday morning I had another dream about my dark-haired spirit guide that was so strong I didn’t think I had to write it down. On Wednesday the dream continued.

Monday:

I’m in a huge, square, two-story mansion guided by a thin, powerful, dark-haired woman. She comforts and protects many people in her home. The upper floor is a huge bedroom space. One side is a room full of double beds where couples sleep. I start out the dream in the couple-room, but am distracted by a grieving, homeless woman in her sixties who has come to find a safe place to rest. The royal angel gently coaxes the distraught woman into a room furnished with single beds. That is where the angel sleeps. I move to that room too.

Wednesday:

I dream of the cubical manor house again. This time I am the owner. I concentrate on multiple restoration projects. I wake up at 3 am to feed my cat, then fall back into the dream.

Inside the house, on the upper floor, is a room connected to another house. Through a glass wall, with an open gap at the top, I view my two neighbors: a man and a woman, playing some kind of physical game. He reaches out to me, over the top of the glass wall, but I feel no attraction for him. I turn away.

In another scene, I feel blessed to embrace and begin a relationship with a man I have known for many years. Perfect love, finally. A comforting, very physical sensation in the dream.

At the end of the dream, Bonnie and I walk out of my house together. In one of the corners of the ancient mansion is a witch. She pulls a broom out of the garden soil and offers me the medieval sweeper made of wood and straw, which I take with honor and respect. She has one for Bonnie, too, buried in the earth, but Bonnie is cautious. I convince Bonnie there is no need for fear of witches. I adore witches.

Day notes:

I have two house projects underway.

When I walk back from Harriet, I sometimes take Fremont. The historic houses are often at least 7,000 square feet in size and in immaculate condition, of course. Many have square footprints.

On a walk last week, a wild homeless woman asked me for directions to 56th and Chicago.