(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.