Welcome to the beginning of the Summer of Retrogrades. On April 25, Pluto began his retrograde journey (until October 4) and brings us a whole new level of transformation. The pandemic has dominated our attention, but we’ve got so many other things coming up this summer that alter us and our world in the depths of our human development. It’s nice in a weird way to have something physical to focus on while our subconscious work becomes conscious. It’s like having something less difficult to concentrate on while the really difficult changes our DNA without us having to pay attention (i.e., distraction with something bad to help us deal with something much harder, like VR sessions that help with pain). Read More
Here’s wishing you a wonderful festival, whether it be celebrated with costumes and trick or treat, or a ritual honoring the dead. According to the Old Ways, October 31 ends the growing season of the year, with November 1 (the pagan New Year) starting six months of the dark, inward-looking time. We’re also in a waning rhythm from the Full Moon last Wednesday (until the New Moon on November 7 – the day after the election – and boy will we need new, refreshing energy then). And we’re in the transformational sign of Scorpio. Taking everything together, that means there’s a lot of releasing going on. Read More
I will be unavailable for readings the week of September 24 (Monday through Sunday). That Monday, I will be reporting for Jury Duty! I’m excited as this is my first call to perform my civic duty since I’ve been in Texas. Even though I’ve closed my books for Tuesday in case I get selected to serve on a trial, the chances are slim that will happen. If I get on a panel, the first question asked is “What do you do for a living?” When I’ve answered “Psychic” in previously similar situations, the room becomes quiet for a moment, silent judgment swirls in the air for half a second, questions move to the person next to me and then I find myself the first to be dismissed. Read More
O say can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
By Francis Scott Key
September 13, 1814
The Battle of Fort Henry against the British
Maryland, USA Read More