(Thursday, September 1, 2022) waxing crescent Scorpio / Strength tarot
I’m a passenger in a very long plane. Perhaps it is a spaceship, because I am able to fly within the plane, as if it has no gravity. The inside of the plane is black, like the cosmos. All of the other passengers are seated in the dark. They are not floating, spinning, like I am.
I arrive with Chris at a house in California owned by a kind, dark-haired man. Maybe it is his rentable airbnb, because we have full access to his home. He is concentrating on his work in a corner home office.
His yard is very large, located at the edge of a bluff, and covered in gentle, native plants. It feels like Petaluma. I notice the old, neglected single car garage at the border of the property. That surprises me, as the house is pleasant and comfortable. Perhaps gas-guzzling vehicles have lost their importance for the owner. My attention is pulled to the beautiful bluff along the right side of the house. I feel sparked by the powerful spiritual energy of the hillside, which meanders for many miles. The energy has filled my entire body, caressing my spine, my eyes, my breath, my mind. It inspires me to find a way to move to this holy spot on the earth.
Day notes:
I could still sense the energy when I awoke from the dream. It made me happy.
