(Friday, June 26, 2015) Moon: waxing gibbous Scorpio / Tarot: Ten of flames, the Horah
A group of us, friends, are standing together in a skyscraper, looking out a large picture window. We know that a great earthquake is coming, we have known for years, but none of us are aware of the timing. We are very high up, near the top floor of the building, but the view out of the window is intimate. We are looking at the thick woods full of walnut and box elder trees behind my grandmother’s house. She called it “The Grove.” It marked the border between the Sheehan farm and the Lamey farm.
We peer into the green leaves and notice a dark cloud forming in the shadows. As it grows, the building begins to rumble. The tall tower leans backwards in a tight arch, like a gymnast falling into a back-bend. We wonder if the structure will recover and snap dramatically in the opposite direction. Rubber band. Which will be the greater danger, collapsing back or lunging forward?
Day notes:
As I write this, a sun shower, complete with thunder, has begun. Beautiful sound! Pungent fragrance!
I think this dream was informed by the battle in the sky I imagined yesterday between Eagle and Egret.
A simple dream that felt big. A group soul with profound, karmic earth knowledge.
Sacred grove, ancestors, liminal space, elevated spiritual level. No fear of physical consequences, but curiosity about the laws of gravity and plate tectonics.
Perhaps my friends are outside of time and space since we cannot predict the arrival of the quake.