The morning of my trip to Santa Fe I drew a card from the tarot, as I do every morning. It was the Star card.
The rental car they gave me at the ABQ airport was from Texas. Texas license plates say, “The Lone Star State.”
The man who hit my rental car, Austin O’Daniel, was from Texas. The Lone Star State.
One website I found says the pool in the Star card is the Akashic Record / Jung’s Collective Unconscious / Universal Databank.
Every evening I would have a bowl of homemade soup at the Flying Star Cafe, along with a glass of New Mexican red wine called “The Queen of Hearts.”
The stars pictured in the tarot card are sometimes interpreted as The Seven Sisters, The Pleiades constellation. Some say the home of the blue aliens.
Sabine’s eyes shone like stars. Not an exaggeration. As I was leaving her courtyard for the final time, I noticed a glittering tile mandala above the gate. I pointed it out, and she said, “It’s a star.” Smiling at me.
I have really enjoyed reading your dreams and your thoughts. These have been better than the psiber dreaming conference!!