When the Moon transits your 4th house–hang on Snoopy, hang tough. That was yesterday, for me—the Moon was moving through my 4th house. I’ve got some perfect examples of this transit for you. First let me list the typical areas of life that get triggered as a Moon moves through house 4. Home is the key here and by the way the Moon actually rules this house and that makes this particular transit a strong one—like a double dose of Moon energy. Decorating the home—any kind of project involving home at all actually would be typical. Moving furniture, cleaning, and since the 4th house relates to “family”, those ties may be active. Moon rules Cancer and relates to family, nurturing, feelings, emotion, moods, home, soul, the past, ancestors, parents, childhood, self-image, housing, subconscious and midnight (nadir). This area of the chart is also called the IC…. it’s from Latin —Imum Coeli (Latin for “bottom of the sky”.
Since the 4th house is the “midnight” or lowest point of the chart deep soul or subconscious issues apply here as well. The ambiance of the home would be highlighted as well…. the mood or atmosphere of the home or where one lives. [Where one resides and one’s home are not always the same place]
Like house 12, this area of one’s life is another where the soul desire is to withdraw more deeply into a place of safety and security—into one’s self. Issues with “parents” or “childhood” may be triggered. The 4th house relates to the foundation of one’s being.
Issues or concerns about housing situations would typically come up at this time of the month more than any other time. It’s also a time when one recalls one’s ancestors and reaching back to connect with them in some way. Questions of the mind and heart such as, “Who is my family?” and “Where is my home; where do I belong?” would motivate one’s feeling nature. A double Moon time is an intense “feeling” time.
PERSONAL NOTE: It was unexpected and at the time I’d forgotten about the Moon and the houses. I’d been considering moving a portable desk that I wasn’t using and that was taking up too much room in my closet for days—weeks actually. Finally I got the big awkward thing down the stairs and loaded into the car along with my gear for the YMCA for the workout the followed. Later in the day I did some reorganizing in that closet and ran the sweeper over the carpet and cleaned the bathroom. I mention those details because they relate to typical 4th house activities being simulated by a Moon transit as mentioned above.
I drove to the storage unit, raised the door, saw my “stuff” and broke out in unexpected tears followed by overwhelming feelings and thoughts. “What am I doing with my life? Where am I going to live and when? Where do I fit in? Where do I even ‘want’ to live, even if I had all the money in the world?” All of that was followed by “I can’t believe I’m at this place again with all my stuff in storage.”
I cried even more thinking of how optimistic I was feeling at the time things were loaded in and noted how some of the boxes and belongings has shifted and slid from their neat stacks since the day they were so carefully and confidently placed! Every emotion that I’d been holding together came undone and I bawled like a baby for goodness sake!
Yep, there it is Moon moving through the 4th house—a perfect example! And right on time. The rest of the day it felt like someone had punched me in the stomach. Believe it or not I think I cried while doing laps but the tears, if any, would have blended with the water certainly nobody could see my face anyway. By the time I was through the 48 laps that I swam, I did feel better. Exercise always helps@!
I got to bring in a moment of homespun ambiance experienced later that night. After I got my grandson back from band practice which I stayed to watch since that always cheers me there was door slamming at around 11 PM just as I was trying to let the day go—I live temporarily with my sister and niece. Somebody was trying to make a point to the other and a good slam of a door is how those two do it around here which I’m sure the neighbors in this building also appreciate! Yep, Moon moved through my 4th house alright!
Happy that the Moon has now advanced to my 5th house now. Will be back to blog my way through the 5th house Lunar transit in a day or so.
FLASHBACKS… no, never did LSD, so that’s not this.
But while just sitting upon my bed looking out the window a little bit ago… a familiar feeling came. I was sick a lot around the ages of 6 to 8 years old, as I recall. Mumps once and maybe either chicken pox or measles (I’m pretty sure measles but maybe both) because I remember the rash and all the adults getting excited and missing weeks of school. I had my tonsils out too; but mostly I remember looking longingly out the window and wanting to go outside just like I did when I awoke this morning to the uncouth Indian voices —that last part being normal fare around here.
There’s a nice breeze today, its 60 degrees and I’d love to go out for a hike in the woods—to visit the Lady of the Lake. But the adult in me knows better, says no like my mother did back when I had the mumps and measles and I am left with that familiar feeling not knowing what to do with it but blog it.
It has been many-a-moon (in fact many years of moons) that I’ve been this congested. I woke this morning, as I have many mornings after their Indian hookah (or whatever) parties, with a migraine. Yeah, I just put the 2 + 2 together on that one! Same deal last weekend and the one before—open eyes and head pounds. The smell of whatever they put in their pipes is nauseatingly disgusting and finds its way up through the floor and walls. Even though I’ve shut and covered the heating vents, when they put on their central air unit, it pumps the smelly residue right on up here. And it wakes me in the night. After today, only 44 more days of this; they move out on the 31st of December. Happy New Year! Yay!
Oh, by the way, I can’t prove they smoke hookah but the maintenance guys say most all of them do and I’ve smelled actual … well, you know that, “OMG what the heck is that burning?” , but I think after a while they changed it up a bit to something different. Maybe this would be hard for you to believe, but REALLY, I’ve better things to do then speculate about it, although blogging about it generally does help release some levels of frustration.
My lungs and sinuses are not real happy, nor is my head right now. They know I’m sick up here in the apartment above them—they must hear me coughing throughout the night just as I hear their coughing! Despite that, they had a loud and in my opinion grossly bad-mannered boisterous party last night. Just lovely! They know I’d hear every word and yelp above them!
My family has been dropping off food and medicine—because going out into the marketplace with one of my coughing jags wouldn’t be pretty, not that I couldn’t do it—but it’d be embarrassing is all. Yesterday, finally liquid Nyquil and a vaporizer came through the door and I was just about to finally sleep (something for the previous two nights I’d not been able to do due to coughing) and just as the cough calmed, they started with the hookah and loud voices and hyena laughter—the female Indian is really good at that! You know that there are such things as pig calling contests, right? Well, if they had hyena laughter impression contests, she’d be the world champion!
The laughter and talking is highly nervous and hyper sounding—that’s the hookah hyena laugh and you want to talk about speed? They already talk a mile-a-minute as is, but on hookah (or whatever stimulant they obviously use), well, it’s hard to describe. And I don’t want to talk about it.
So anyway, I am too sick to go out and play and mostly too sick to work too although yesterday—bless her heart!—I had a very patient astrology client put up with my hacking cough and my loss of voice for an hour session. Thank you Janie!
I had to cancel and reschedule the other session that I’d planned to do yesterday; I really don’t like having to bump clients into the next week but I’ve got to get over this cold or clearing or whatever we want to call it. It started last weekend when I spoke to the Hyena impersonator about the smell of garlic (so strong I could taste it in my mouth) – I got a few things off my chest at that time although we’re talking about a conversation that lasted less than 2 minutes.
I knocked on their door with my apartment reeking of garlic and with the taste of it in my mouth—anyway, the very next day I started with a sore throat.
Their cooking smells, second hand hookah stink (if that nauseating smell is what I think it is) and germs make their way up to me way too easily—a compliment to the architect and builder of this complex! May he have a long and happy laugh—which is sarcasm!
The hyena Mumbai lady and her equally obnoxious partner (the pants-on-fire dude; see previous posts) are letting it rip today; shouting at the top of their lungs and minds—are they trying to goat me into coming down for another confrontation? Sorry, too sick—don’t have the energy. Besides, I approached them both once –no actually 3 times now and got nowhere—it’s like talking to a wall.
I want to go out of this apartment today—get out of here; but to escape where? I don’t trust myself to drive being under Nyquil’s influence and I don’t want to make my family sick. I joke with my grandson who is the one sent to the door with meds or food. Not wanting him to get sick I will say to him: “okay, son, set the bag down, put your hands in the air, then cover your mouth and back away slowly.” Nobody in our family is sick–just me and the Mumbai’s.
One benefit to being here near my family versus being alone in the mountains is that my family helps me out at times like these. I love my family.
There’s no doubt in my mind that my downstairs neighbors are being more obviously and purposefully vocal since they were told that their lease is not being renewed—apparently it was that. At first, I thought it was their choice to move. Apparently not, or they wouldn’t be acting out the way that they currently are this past week! The female right now as I type this is singing loud at the top of her lungs, while she grinds up something in the blender—I suspect tobacco. They’ve been loud and ugly plenty before, but its all been escalating since last week.
I am going to do more writing more today — no, not about this. I’m going to utilize a blog topic that I’ve had in mind and convert it into a newsletter which is only 4 days late now! Best get at it. Maybe a movie later, I don’t know.
I’m stuck inside just like when I was a little girl – oh, and idea: maybe I can download a good book on kindle later. I’m very good at holding concentration now with music on and sleeping soundly with music on. I’ve learned to tune my mind to IT in avoidance of their hyena yelps and ‘faster-than-a-speeding-bullet’ talking.
I just want to add that I totally don’t buy it! You know? I mean the argument about “It’s our culture to be loud, obnoxious and cook stinky food and not care about anybody else”. Nope. Don’t buy it. Why? Because IN FACT they are NOT in their culture anymore—if they want to be, then why not return to India? No excuse in my book! Their right to act out and create stinks ends with my right to have reasonable quiet living environment and to breathe clean air. I wonder if a lawyer would have any kind of case in this situation? Anyway…
I think the world map of astrology well, on a geodetic map… if I recall India is aligned with Leo which would account for the self-centeredness of my Indian neighbors. I could be wrong about the Geocentric map Leo part—that’s not my forte’ astrologically but as for the rest, I stand behind it. Only someone who lived in my apartment and walked my shoes knows what a year it’s been! But the end is near! 44 more days. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.
Don’t we all want our mother to protect us and to fight our battles and take care of us—especially when we don’t feel well? My own mother was not particularly nurturing, but I do still call out for my mother on days like these–even if the response isn’t forthcoming, I think it’s human nature too want that nurturing and protection at times.
There is Divine Mother or Goddess or Kwan Yin or Tara that represent that same energy. Sometime children act out (just as my Indian neighbors are) because they want their mothers attention or nurturing. Today, I will try harder to be patient with my boisterous Indian neighbors by imagining their noise being their cry for their own mother. I thought at first that they chose to leave this apartment and rent another either here or elsewhere but judging from the recent escalation of their voices and parties etc., it may not have been their choice at all.
I wonder if a lawyer would have a case to make about the air exchange in this place. None of my family is sick but down below me they are coughing and hacking like myself — it was the same way last year but I don’t recall the cough and cold being this severe. Likely they are blaming me as I am blaming them for the germ exchange when really if fingers are pointed in this case, it should be toward the apartment complex itself.
I am not interested in that–only that they are moving! And for that, I am most grateful. Funny. I went in the very day they made arrangements to move to ask how i could possibly get out of this lease–do i have any options I said? And the rental girl said, they came in this morning and finalized their lease, they’re moving. There was someone in her office and I could tell she didn’t want to discuss it further. So…
Will it be to another apartment here in this complex? or elsewhere? I don’t care as long as they are no longer under my feet! amen! and thank you Divine Mother!
And now my coffee has gone cold and my throat seem to be calling for something warm to soothe it so I bring us to end to end of this chapter.
I was on hold with my sister who called me from work; meanwhile, I did today’s I-CHING draw which is Kua 4 relating to childhood.
When my sister returned to the line she began to speak about her counseling session. Issues of childhood were the predominant theme of the conversation—definitely we have synchronicity. Kua 4 is called “Youthful Folly” or “Inexperience” and relates to childhood.
Our views are different—my sister’s and mine. I tend to think of childhood issues and the resulting experiences as part of what needed to be re-triggered for the purpose of awareness and healing. Further, my concept is that we choose the parent who has many of the same issues as our own so that we can be imprinted even before the actual birth with the energy that we are here to work with or overcome.
On the other hand, my sister tends to hold the view that goes something like, “Mom messed us up” and her therapist is helping her work through some ideas like these.
Yet, we can still converse about it for the end result is the same—self-responsibility for our own psyche and the healing that may be necessary.
Each new day begins with an empty slate and we can repeat patterns of the past or not.
One of my I-CHING books says (about this Kua): “Life is compassionate, if we miss a class, the opportunity to make up the lesson will surely arise.”
Life, Itself, is the Great Teacher that helps us to mature.
The message of this Kua is also about having the right attitude toward our teachers. This would include Life Itself, parents and other educators. It’s also about making learning fun; seeing it as an adventure.
Trying to figure ourselves and our experiences out – the psychology of the soul –actually can be fun.
What makes us tick?
What makes us so different from one another, yet also so much the same?
Why does one thing affect one person so deeply and barely faze another or not even hit the radar of someone else?
Emotional patterns are part of the equation and it’s all very interesting and we see it as we study the family dynamic—same parents, same house, same city and same time-frame and two siblings have two completely different experiences of their childhood. What else aside from the individual patterns of each different soul can account for that?
I’d like to flip something around and that has to do with the idea that we are all students and teachers and that children can be the teacher for the parent. It’s an attitudinal shift that gives an entirely different perspective. Instead of lamenting about how your parent affected you, see if it wasn’t also true that you affected them—positively or negatively it’s a two-way street.
I’d like to think that parents and children are souls that have agreed before birth to come together to help one another grow and evolve. So when my sister takes the view that “Mom messed us up”, for me it doesn’t ring true in the purest sense. It’s so much more involved than that simplistic view.
Yet, my sister and I just agreed that the outcome is still the same; we still have to put ourselves together.
Many times folks will have a dream right before a session with a counselor or a psychic.
Last night my sister had a dream about nuts and bolts scattered about and in the dream she was asking herself how to work with them—pick them up and sort them all at once to see what goes where? Or to take them one at a time and find where they go?
I thought that her dream was quite interesting—she said that her decision in the dream was to take them one at a time so that she didn’t have to handle them twice.
I usually tell my clients to pay attention to their dreams right before or after a session for these offer valuable insights from the soul.
In my own life, astrology represents the nuts and bolts—and it is, besides that, fun!
Like the nuts and bolts dream that my sister had, when interpreting a chart, I take one nut and bolt and then another and then soon I can take them all up all together as the information in the chart starts to synchronize and harmonize. I wonder if my sister will have another dream in future wherein she picks up all the nuts and bolts at once, knowing exactly where they all go.
Looking at the image on I-CHING card above we see someone on a tightrope working to keep balance. Water flows on like the eternal soul and mountain is our life in a body on earth.
The elements for this Kua are Mountain over Water and an inexperienced youth beginning to climb the mountain—perhaps in search of a teacher to help with the answers. It is beneficial to persevere—understanding life, our self, our Soul and experiences is part of our life journey up the mountain.
I have a sense that the mountain that my sister is climbing is one she has climbed before many times and she is in the process of remembering and integrating each step… just like those nuts and bolts.
In fact, we’re all doing this day-by-day and step-by-step.
ASTROLOGY AND TAROT ARCHETYPE KEYWORD ASSOCIATIONS:
Scorpio — Psychology; psychological counseling
Sagittarius – Philosophy
Libra– Relationships; balance/imbalance; ability to see all sides of an issue
Hierophant (High Priest) – The teacher; spiritual development
Temperance – awareness of what needs healing and balancing
High Priestess – Hidden emotions
The Tower – Sudden flash of insight
The Devil (Pan) – usual thinking needs to be reversed; looking at life
differently; breaking the bondage to the past
Wheel of Fortune (Medicine Wheel) – karma; workings of fate; the Divine Plan
Last night while reading a Regression Therapy book, I closed my eyes for a moment and asked to be taken back to my last lifetime. It was rather a quick flash but as I recall it… I was working in a “light bulb factory” in Brooklyn, NY. One of my current life sisters and my brother were my children in that life.
Interesting. But a light bulb factory in Brooklyn? Really?
I thought about that a moment ago and so I googled to see if there actually was such a thing and lo and behold…
I found this on a page about Lewis Latimer, “In 1883, Latimer went to work for Thomas Alva Edison, who owned Olmstead Electrical Lighting Company in Brooklyn, New York.” Apparently, he helped the famous Thomas Edison make light bulbs last for longer periods of time and after many experiments with different methods and materials, they made inexpensive bulbs so that people could afford them. Then everyone bought light bulbs for their homes, offices, and many other places, including streets.
Don’t get me wrong–I’m not saying that I was Lewis Latimerin a previous life or anything. I’m sure I was just a worker in the light bulb factory. The point is that I was pretty amazed to find out that there actually was a lightbulb factory in Brooklyn, NY!
Latimer died in 1928, so my last lifetime (if my information is correct) was late 1800’s or early 1900’s.
Like I tweeted earlier today, “Each of us retains all unconscious memories of all we’ve ever experienced, there’s no limit to the details we can recover in an altered state.”
Before I got into that past life, I regressed back to my current life childhood. I recalled having had measles and the mumps and eventually had my tonsils taken out. I remembered how being home from school and reading books was a special pleasure! ha! And it STILL IS–a day spent reading a book remains one of my greatest pleasures. I remembered how I didn’t mind being sick and may have even created (who knows!) the childhood illnesses so that I actually could be home–and read. I had to laugh at this apparent pattern carried into my adult life. Years ago when I had a 9-5 job, there were certain days that I’d “call in sick” because I wanted to just stay home a read a new book that I’d gotten.
That’s the reason for regression work–to locate and isolate patterns.
Thinking now about working in a light bulb factory in my last lifetime–a smile comes across my face. I can understand why I would have had an attraction to wanting to work in an area that contributed to bring light into dark places!
I still try to do that, but in a much different way. 🙂
What I like best about regressing is to go to the times before birth while still in spirit.
That feeling of being truly who I AM without hindrances, without problems or heavy feelings like fear or worry. Beautiful.
The lightness and happiness is how… well, its like how my mother felt to me after she crossed over. She came to me a day or two after she left her body and her energy was happy and light–so, like that.
I feel that so many times in my work as a medium as I connect clients with loved ones on the other side; that feeling of lightness and joy is…. well, there aren’t too many words to describe it.
I find that as I think of myself before being born into a human form, that I am filled with that state of being and can tap into it at will just through thought an intention. Oh, it’s very true that sometimes for days, weeks or months-on-end I can be in that state without disturbance… I just mention it here so that maybe the reader will try it themselves to see what I mean.
These just a few thoughts coming up today… thought I’d blog them out. 🙂 Meanwhile, I’m preparing to do regression work with any of my clients who are interested sometime in the near future.