(Sunday, July 21, 2019) moon waning gibbous Pisces / tarot 9 of wands
Over the last two weekends I have awakened to loon calls from Parker’s Lake. I heard the loon again this morning. I fell back asleep, and when seemingly only half awake I heard someone playing a trumpet for just a few bars. Could that have been real at 6 or 7 in the morning?
(Friday, July 19, 2019) waning gibbous moon Pisces / tarot Sun
I have joined a large group of people on the main floor of a retreat center. The atmosphere is muted. Every element of the room is constructed of wood. “In the woods.” We stand together, not seated at chairs or tables. At a far distance I see the illumination of the entry door.
I move to a stairwell along a side wall. It is not visible to people in the meeting room. The staircase enclosure is located in London.
At the top of the steps I enter the upper story of my ancestral home. Grandmother Lenora Sheehan greets me. We are here to work together. This spacious room is also fully constructed of wood. Family tree. The lower half of the room shines with beautiful, warm, gold and copper light. Like an internal sunset. When I awaken, the love and intensity of the glow permeates my body and emotions. Palpable radiance. It is the main element of the dream.
Day notes:
The first time I “met” Jill Purce was on a call to her London home. She walked up a steep stairway (she said) in her house as we spoke. She must be my Grandmother Lenora. Bonnie and I leave on Thursday for Vancouver.
Today I received a long email from my cousins about our Sheehan lineage.
Saturday, July 20: I receive a Luther family tree from my uncle John in the mail today.
(Sunday, July 14, 2019) partial lunar eclipse in Capricorn arrives July 16
A loon on Parker’s Lake woke me up on Saturday and Sunday. An unusual and beautiful calling.
I watched Sharon Blackie’s Pacifica presentation on YouTube Friday evening. I have odd moments with my eyes (floaters and such), but as she delved into ancient Irish stories of the faerie realm, hundreds of white stars began to sparkle through my bedroom window, even though the sky was still cerulean blue. The vision lasted 5 or 10 minutes, until I closed my eyes, rested and reopened them.
Dream: I’m at the ship harbor of a large ocean bay with my boss Louis and one of his daughters. We are heading out to sea in a large, private yacht. Louis has promoted his daughter to captain, and he is training her in. I am perched on my knees at the top of the boat, twisting and repairing a circular roof component. Radar? Crown chakra?
I feel safe enough, although curious about the daughter’s promotion. My level of expertise is at the very top!
I notice that Louis is heading into a dark squall. The height of the waves is shifting to hurricane force. When I perceive he has no intention of turning the ship, I jump into the turbulent water and swim back to land. Out of danger.
Day notes:
This has to be about the recent stresses Louis is feeling about his job. Perhaps I leave because of his little spats with David? Two young designers and I were recently promoted, but Louis neglected to give me recognition with the full company. I mildly critiqued him for his mistake.
