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(Sunday, July 10, 2016) moon: first quarter Libra / tarot: two of swords reversed

I dream I go to Edie’s house for a healing. But first, I use a rope to rappel down an 800-foot cliff at the edge of the sea. The cliff is narrow and vertical, formed of red and grey rocks.

In the next scene a young man and I arrive at Edie’s house at the same time. In this dream, her house is modern, not a cottage in Cornwall. She is still a healer, and she still has dark hair. We are the same age.

I let the young man go first for his session with Edie. I have a vision of his intent: he is going to jump (or fall?) all the way down the cliff, into the sea. This is terrifying. How will she counsel him, I wonder. Will he survive? That seems impossible. My heart begins to break. I know first-hand the danger of the cliff.

Edie directs me to the bathroom across the hall. I fill the tub with warm, herb-infused water and take a relaxing bath while I wait to speak with her. I masturbate and an orgasm wakes me up out of the dream.

Day notes:

I continued working on my Edie clay piece this weekend, starting over on the body. Happy with the head. I feel blessed that she visited me in a dream while I am focused on her portrait. Am I Edie? Maybe.

The young man’s jump from the very high cliff reminded me (while I was dreaming) of a dream I had before 9/11. A few weeks or months before the Twin Towers burned and caused people to leap from windows to their deaths, I had a dream that so frightened me I awoke with my heart pounding furiously. The dream stayed with me until that awful day. I dreamt my parents were in a car at the top of a very tall mountain, like Pike’s Peak. Their car flew over the side of the mountain and plummeted thousands of feet. I watched as their vehicle sailed through the clear blue sky, slowly, slowly. Crashing and killing them. Is another terror event like 9/11 on the way in America? Certainly the streets are full of terror for young black men.

Last night I watched some YouTube videos on astrology. Venus in Taurus: extreme sensuality and romantic generosity. North node in Scorpio, fifth house, opposing south node in Taurus, eleventh house: north node is destiny, south node is past life karma. South node conjunction the sun denotes difficulty moving from old karma into destiny and purpose. Fifth house is creativity, children and true love. North node in Scorpio is about depth psychology, psychic and spiritual gifts, past life information. Alchemy.

 

 

 

(Friday, July 1, 2016) moon: waning crescent Gemini / tarot: nine of wands reversed

Long dream full of small frustrations and daily detritus. I am creating a sausage-pasta dish for people at work (John Russeth and John Theis) but ingredients are missing. Those that I do have are contaminated with mud, algae and organic gunk. Cooking with the flesh of an animal makes me extremely upset. No one here will want to eat this sad recipe.

I move outside with my son. Cullan is young, less than eight years of age. The sky is black and turbulent: a powerful storm is brewing. A huge white funnel appears at my left side. It is many miles high, much taller than a tornado in real life. Reaching to the heavens. Narrow, spinning tightly. I embrace Cullan with my right arm, protectively.

I tell Cullan we need to take shelter at my sister Jo’s farmhouse. It is far away, so we run across the open prairie. When we reach the building and descend to the basement, the interior of the house mirrors the same funky atmosphere as my workspace in the first part of the dream. I have a premonition that this structure will be completely destroyed, but that our small family will survive, and I share that information with everyone, including my young son.

Day notes:

White tornado: cleanse. Cleansing of office and family messes.

Today I had my teeth cleaned at my new holistic dentist. The technician used a high speed, spinning tool that my old dental office did not. Chris noticed my teeth are much brighter. Friday Dr. John Sieverson starts removing my mercury amalgems.

(Thursday, June 30, 2016) moon: waning crescent Taurus / tarot: Judgement

I started working on my new Edie the Herbalist piece yesterday. It went incredibly well. I have changed my medium from white stoneware to red stoneware, and am very happy about that. I never really liked white stoneware, but Continental Clay did not carry a good mid-fire red. Now that Minnesota Clay has moved to within a mile of my house, I shop there, and they stock a nice red stoneware. The white has a musty odor and a stickyness that irritates. The red smells like the earth after a cloudburst. Love it.

I have an older ceramic piece that was inspired by my luminous black sow dream. Claudia named the sow Edie, thereby connecting the sow and the herbalist dreams. The Celtic goddess Cerridwen sometimes appears as a sacred sow. My original Edie dream takes place in Celtic Cornwall. I was never happy with the surfaces on the black sow piece, so yesterday I took advantage of some “post-firing techniques.” I coated the outside with a black wax that has a silver sheen, and then used some gold leaf on a part of the inside. Better.

Today I was walking around Lake Harriet and saw, for the first time, the older gentleman who created the small elf door tending to the letters people leave for him. He was quite elegant, wearing a fine linen suit coat and a broad-brimmed hat. Since I have been so focused on Edie, I was very pleased to see another human who shares my affection for the faery realm. (link to elf house here, and here)

I am hoping that the year-and-a-half I have spent away from clay is a marker for a new chapter, a chapter with more creative success than in the past. I smashed three mediocre pieces this afternoon and put them in the trash bin. Some art teachers say one should not destroy work but I find the need to do so overwhelming at times. I never regret it. An instructor I had a few years ago says the Mississippi River is full of pots tossed into the currents by U of M undergrads.