(Labor Day 2020) waning gibbous moon Taurus, tarot Lovers
I am viewing Mother Earth from outer space. She is on fire. Red-orange flames. Something about France floats in my brain, maybe the Paris Accord. This is an overwhelming experience. Terrifying.
Day notes:
When I wake up, the first news story I see is about the 121 degree temperature in Los Angeles. Wildfires. The climate is burning. Our democracy is burning.
(Saturday, August 15, 2020)
Since childhood I have had dreams where I am covered by the heavy blankets on my bed. I can’t breathe. I struggle to flip the comforter away from my mouth and nose. It feels like it takes hours to become safe. To breathe again. It is something like sleep paralysis, but not quite. I had the same experience early this morning. When the dream blankets are finally off of my mouth, I have to concentrate on inhaling deeply for several minutes.
As a child it often was a real experience. Sometimes it was a dream. When awake, I would lie in bed wondering if someone had pulled the covers over my face. Or was I so cold I overcompensated with my blankets?
Maybe these are health dreams about my “reactive lung” diagnosis. Maybe this dream is about the stress of COVID-19. My aunt Lois just died last week of pneumonia, at the age of 90.
(Sunday, August 16, 2020) waning crescent moon Cancer / tarot Wheel of Fortune
Web cams at work are recording the day. I view one live event taking place in another room and it shocks me. A toddler boy faces the camera and transforms from three dimensional reality into a black and white line drawing that moves as he moves. A linear animation. Then the 2D experience transitions into another, invisible dimension. The toddler has dissolved into a different space and time, gone from my sight. But I feel his presence. I know he will continue to travel through the dimensions that he desires to visit.
I grab the recording on my laptop and head into a room with a group of coworkers. I tell them about the phenomenal vision and start to play the video. They all lose interest before the young boy even leaves material reality. The workers engage in busy, superficial discussions about nothing. I can’t believe they don’t care about such a miraculous happening that has been recorded for all to see!
Day notes:
I rode my bike to Lake Harriet this morning. On my way down 48th Street a young family of four was walking with a stroller. The young daughter was riding her trike, and her tall blond toddler brother was ambling down the sidewalk, completely naked. It was delightful to see.
