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(Thursday, April 17, 2014)  In the spirit of Robert Moss, who advises a symbolist approach to waking life:

Tuesday morning I awoke at 2. The lunar eclipse, which began at 1:30, was visible from my bedroom window. The moon, a dusty orange-red, appeared to levitate directly above the giant Scotch pine in my back yard. Like a blessing. Beautiful beyond means to express.

So of course I could not fall back to sleep. I would lift my head off the pillow periodically through the night to get a view of the evolving spectacle.

By 4 o’clock the blood had drained from the moon. It glowed brilliant white in the blue dawn sky, falling into the horizon and appearing to nest in the boughs of the pine like an egg.

I rose to do my morning meditation, sitting upright on two big pillows with my cell phone nestled between my feet, timer set.

It was a quiet meditation, but towards the end of it four Dakota women appeared, very far off in the distance. My ancestors: they knew me. Coming from the northwest, they traveled rapidly towards me, with great intention. Their faces were deep red and round like the moon. They wore beaded moccasins, shawls and trade-cloth dresses from the nineteenth century. I realized that they were returning earth spirits, on an urgent mission to teach forgotten lessons of respect for Mother Earth to any who will listen.

I looked at my timer. It was 4:44, which made me think of the four directions. Also the coming cardinal grand cross and Easter (this Sunday), the cross of the crucifixion.

This blood moon is the first of a series of four that will occur over the next 18 months. The moons are being called the tetrad.

The cardinal cross will be stationary at 13 degrees on April 23, exactly conjunct the axis of my natal chart: Jupiter in Cancer on my ascendant, Mars in Libra on my nadir, Pluto in Capricorn on my descendent and Uranus in Aries on my midheaven. Interesting times.

(Thursday, April 10, 2014)  Yesterday morning, about half an hour into the day, I remembered that I had dreamt of the crypt at Rolduc Abbey. The dream matched the exact, waking life experience of my 2011 visit with Bonnie to the crypt, directly below the altar of the church. Was I traveling back in time within the dream? Was I traveling in the present moment to the Netherlands? Or was the spirit of the crypt visiting me here in my bed?

I don’t know if Bonnie had the same experience, but for me the crypt felt like no other place I have ever been, before or since. The room was filled with an energetic, observing presence. It didn’t feel “holy” or sweetly angelic. It felt deeply intelligent and watchful. Outside of the dimension of time. Eternal.

(Friday, March 28, 2014)  This morning I wake up from a dream that is not dreamlike at all. Real. Real. Real. Everything is as real as this moment that finds me sitting in front of my computer. I don’t know if the technical term would be lucidity, as I make no attempt to change any facet of the experience. It is as if I’ve boarded a plane and am visiting a new place, absorbing every intricate detail.

In the dream, a beautiful young couple in their mid-thirties have just moved into a charming stone cottage near the ocean. I feel that the ocean is the Pacific, perhaps the coastline near Santa Rosa or Petaluma. The hills are covered in seagrass, swept by the wind and murmuring softly.

The cottage, however, is more like a structure one would expect to find in Cornwall or Scotland or Ireland. The stones are thick and grey, chiseled by hand centuries ago. Yet the windows are framed in modern black metal casings to protect the interior from howling west winds.

I have a connection to the young woman in the dream. Perhaps she is a younger aspect of myself, a daughter, I am not sure, but we are extremely close. I have left Chris to come to this new country. He is very sad and upset. I have a sense of many other people also being disappointed in me for leaving him behind. Some of these people want me to bring Chris to the coast, but I do not wish to do so. I want to start my new life. I’m trying not to feel guilty.

The serious young man is busy unpacking and getting the house organized. Rooms materialize as we observe empty spaces. Like opening a gift or a flower.

The young woman and I walk outside. The sunlight is brilliant, reflecting off of the cloudless sky and the dancing sea. The salt air invigorates. There is a low wooden picket fence surrounding the cottage, also grey. Inside the fence grows more wild seagrass. A domesticated vine that I recognize but can’t remember the name for is crawling up the wall of the house. Tendrils with small suction cups are tightly clutching the rough stones and the window glass. The vine climbs so quickly I can watch it grow inches at a time. Maybe it is Passion Flower, but it is the color of lavender bergamot (bee balm) rather than deep purple.

Day notes:

Chris’ sister Kathy called last night. Their 95-year-old mother fell and has been admitted to the hospital. She has pneumonia. Chris is very upset.

I wonder if the young couple are Cullan and Alea. Perhaps they have moved away from the midwest and I follow, in expectation of a grandchild. Pure speculation.

A few weeks ago I spent four hours with the astrologer Jennifer Money. I wanted my chart drawn because I had heard there is a cardinal grand cross formation due to be exactly stationary at 13 degrees near the time of my birthday, April 27. Additionally, there is a lunar eclipse April 15 and a solar eclipse April 29. The cardinal grand cross (with Mars, Jupiter, Uranus, Pluto) falls exactly on my natal cross of matter: my ascendent, IC (midnight point), descendent and MC (midheaven). On April 12 Pluto is conjunct my descendent in my seventh house, the house of marriage and partnerships. When we sat down together, that was the first thing she pointed out. According to Jennifer: “You are in a period of great transformation, as though you have now learned what you needed to learn, that you have been diligently healing old wounds and paying back old karma. Now it is time to matriculate, to move forward in your north node. It is time now for radical and irrevocable change.”

From the web:

“In the Druid perspective, the vine earned its symbolism from its growth patterns. They recognized the vine grows opportunistically, and would dig in wherever feasible in order to gain a strong foothold to assure its own growth.

“This is a powerful metaphor of ‘going with the flow’ or ‘growing where you are planted.’ In other words, it is a message that when we observe the best of our environment/situation and stay in a relaxed, flowing state of mind, will likely gain our highest advantage.

“Lastly, the ever-watchful Celts also recognized the vine’s predominant growth formation is in the shape of a spiral. This has long been considered a sacred symbol for consciousness.”