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(Saturday, November 15, 2019) waning gibbous moon Cancer/ tarot Tower

I wondered about the Tower card I picked this morning. Later, when I was cleaning the fridge, the heavy glass frame with Cullan and Hillary’s wedding photo inside crashed onto my head. I bled pretty profusely for a few minutes. Funny that the Tower card in the Rider-Waite shows a man and woman tumbling toward the ground. And a gold crown cupola falls from the peak of the steeple.

The terrible abuse yesterday by Trump of Maria Yovanovitch was very disturbing. Women globally are angry and horrified. Her testimony was followed up with a 6 hour closed-door deposition by State Department aid David Holmes.

(Tuesday, November 05, 2019) waxing gibbous moon Pisces / tarot Wheel of Fortune

This dream has powerful physical experiences that continue to vibrate as I awaken:

I am lying on a mattress, dreaming, in a temporary, single bed. The bed feels connected to Bonnie, although she is not in my dream. Perhaps this is her guest room, or a room from one of our retreats.

I begin to experience a wild energy shift in my body. I move from the small bed and crouch on my knees and elbows, in a crawling position. My forehead touches the white stone floor that has a ceiling-style pebbly surface, reminiscent of the 1960s. Electrical waves flow into my back and shake me through and through. It feels like an atomic spiritual awakening, not like a hissing kundalini snake slithering up my spine. A nuclear blast.

I realize that if I make sexual contact with Chris, I can heal him. But he does not want to be healed or touched. He is far away, only half-present in the physical world. Even so, when I wake up I feel the remnants of orgasm in my vagina.

(Thursday, October 24, 2019) waning crescent moon Virgo / tarot 8 of sparks

I hear tremendously loud howling and yelping from a pack of huge wolves. The cacophony happens right next to the outer southwest wall of our house, near the basement studio. Chris hauls stuff up the stairs for safety. The wolves are not just coyotes, they are prehistoric dire wolves, strong enough to break through windows if they want. I try to turn on the light switch for Chris but nothing happens, no matter how many times I click the big button up and down. I wonder if the house has a power outage.

I peer out the upper level windows. The backyard feels raw, not turfed and domesticated. Wild. I sense that it is in fact prehistoric, probably the Pleistocene Epoch. The wolves have moved on, but I tell Chris about a single, large elephant that I see in the back corner of our property, in the place where the current-day coyotes like to hang out. The elephant is tall and not too hefty, with soft fur and long tusks. A mastodon? He walks slowly and peacefully across the open field. Regal, beautiful. Then he is gone from my sight.

As Chris heads outside to try to find the elephant (in spite of the wolves), he tells me that a man who has an offer for our property is coming shortly, planning to walk around the outside southwest corner of the house. I am to pay attention to the arrival of the buyer.

Day notes:

When I wake up I remember the same dead electrical switch in the lucid dream I had at Jeanne C.’s house “False Awakening: Jeanne and Jim.” I think this is one of my dream clues, like Carlos Castaneda and Robert Waggoner’s hand-in-front-of-face clue: Hey, this is a dream!