Back Peddling Lately? March Full Moon Madness and Holographic Double Desire

smelly catRevisiting that old black magic.  Vent.  Back to the future!  The now is fill with nausea–what? Yeah.  Predecessor stiff neck and migraine from (not heaven).  Well, what do you want?  Got a neighbor again and we share germs through the interconnected ventilation system but in all fairness germ sharing occurs at Wal Mart and the woman’s locker room at the Y too.   So, oh you know that post from last week that about guitar man and his singing?  Well, the dude just raised the sound like by like double the 1, 000 decibels.  Ever see Phoebe from that old TV series, “Friends”-?  Remember how she couldn’t carry a tune? Well, meet her song sibling:  my downstairs neighbor!  Toss in 2 days of solid cold non-stop rain, mixed with headache/nausea laced with the the singer of “smelly cat”‘s sound soul brother and, it was the weekend from not heaven!

Maybe I’m at fault?  I did mention in my litany of gratitude to the rental office gal what a nice new neighbor they found for me and how I didn’t mind his guitar–that was before he started to sing out with it and the whole strumming decibel upsurge. Trying to be optimistically positive, the recollection of saying that I sort of enjoyed his guitar came back to haunt me numerous times over the weekend.  Really Joy? What WERE you thinking?  

Maybe she told him I was a fan! NOT!  it’s just that it’s the same song over and over and over again–Dude!  do you even know a happy tune?  Or any other song at all?

You ever been to Disney’s Magic Kingdom Country Bear Jamboree?  Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about–this guy is definitely Country Bear material.  Okay, okay; that wasn’t very nice–I’ll admit it.  That was me venting my frustration.  I can only write this now because the guy is off somewhere; otherwise, i’d not be able to think straight like yesterday and Saturday.  I suppose if a person’s going to be down with some sort of ‘whatever this IS’–headache and tummy troubles–may as well have it be on a weekend when its raining and the dude is singing like (not heaven).

I’m not going to go into the talking that I hear at 3 AM… I’d really like to pretend that’s not happening.  Back to the future; I feel like I’m back peddling under water.  I thought that I was finished with neighbor issues.  The universe is testing me–one more time, encore!

Before the weekend of guitar accompanied wailing I saw the guy out in the parking lot. He was sitting in his car in front of the building.  I waved.  He looked right through me.  Am I ghost?  Awkward.  Whatever dude; just trying to be friendly.  Then passed by the 2nd time on my way back from my daughters.  Waved again.  Still no response.  Maybe he has vision problems or maybe I’m really dead and don’t know it yet.  That part doesn’t bother me.  The wailing does.

Smelly cat oh smelly cat….  i don’t swim in your living room, don’t wail in mine@!  (a little light strummen’ and small soft hummen’ maybe, okay,  but…  turn down the volume dude!)  And if they turned this building into a recording studio since last week–I didn’t get the memo on that!   

Blogging is healing.  And so are very kind daughters; one was going to take off work to drive over an hour to take me to the doctor appointment that the other daughter made.  No Way I say!  They are remembering the emergency room flu episode on New Years Day–we’are all still mildly traumatized by that one.   What else do you need she says?  She’s picking me up ginger ale and crackers at the store as I type.  I take care of my body–eat well, take vitamins so I don’t get this being whole germ-a-thing since I’ve moved down here.  Ahhhh, Life… smelly cat oh smelly cat….  THIS TOO SHALL PASS I hear my mother (dead these many years) say this!  (I’m a psychic medium after all–besides, I know when I hear my very own mother) … anyway, I consider this as well as  all the advice a friend and my daughters have given me about how I should speak with the dude downstairs.

‘Ain’t nobody got time for that’ another part of me says.  I got to get back to transitioning my website!  When I think about work:  I feel better.

Like I said, blogging is healing. I am reading The Atopia Chronicles by Matthew Mather who resides nearby actually–not certain I understand it all yet… but in this sci-fi futuristic fiction, there are these holographic doubles who can take on some of the undesirable part of your life for you.  They can ramp up or scale down any undesirable energy around you–such as eliminating anything you don’t like so it is not in your awareness!  I could use one of those right about now!

holographic doubleAgain, blogging is healing. And now, back to LIFE nausea or not! And yeah, I see myself knocking on his door talking about all this soon!  My Libra says NO, PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME DO THAT and my Aries says… well, never mind.  Maybe after all the Full Moon energy has weakened a bit more. I want to be in the pool swimming; normally that’s where I’d be right now.

Yeah, i think ginger ale and crackers are going to help.  Really–I have such kind and caring daughters!  Thank you God!   Yet, I still wish I had a holographic double who could deal with all this and make the rest go away–unless I  ACTUALLY AM (Yikes!) the holographic double!?  Geesh, too much sci-fi lately?  ya’ think?  Well, maybe not… need to talk to my spirit guides about all this!  

Speaking of revisiting old black magic–turns out the prescription for nausea given for the January flu was able to be filled here in March.  My daughter picked it up for me–that and a few other supplies, sparing me from a nauseous trip out in the cold, cold rain.  She was like my holographic double today in that sense.  Bless her heart; do you know that those 12 pills cost $58–??   I’d have never given her the prescription paper if I’d known that’d cost that much!  Did I mention what good daughters I have?  

This day totally feels like back to the future with some kind of flu and neighbor issue–AGAIN.  Mom, you sure?  It will pass she says again, it will pass.  

Okay.  I’m naming this blog post March Full Moon Madness because it is and I am…. daydreaming about a holographic double to do my dirty work!  Pffffsssssttt!  

Oppositions, Full Moon and the School Play! March 2014

Guys and Dolls imageJust a few thoughts here while contemplating the energy of oppositions this morning with this month’s full Moon nearly upon us (Full Sunday March 16, 2014, approx 1 PM Eastern time).  We know that when the Moon is full it is opposing the Sun–the Suns light shining fully on the Moon.

In astrological terms, oppositions (planets opposing each other in the chart) can be challenging–or that is one view point.  Two forces fighting one another; however, one can energize the other like the energy of the Full Moon.

Did you ever have a conflict with some energy or oppose it (person, place or thing) only later on to find yourself empowered by it?  Oppositions can be like that–at first challenging and then empowering.   Or at least the empowering potential is there.  Life is like that.

I also think of the middle path when considering oppositions, meeting half way and blending.

I took a look at my grandson’s chart this morning.  He is going to open the performance of Guys and Dolls in the school play singing the song, “Sit down you’re rocken’ the boat”.  

His birth chart holds a South Node in the very public and “on stage” 10th house where the rather large performing Jupiter resides natally  as well along with Mars.  The growing Full Moon is moving over all that energy now through opposition, triggering his past (South Node) and the evolutionary intention for this lifetime (North Node).

His emotions (Moon) over these next few days while he’s on stage will be energized by the opposing Jupiter, Mars and South Node.  Said another way, his past life energy (South Node) and natal Mars and Jupiter will energize his Moon, his emotions.  That should help empower his performance in the school play.

When I picked him up from the play practice yesterday, he loaded his things into the trunk of the car while singing his song!  He seems energized and excited about the start of the play right upon him.  His natal planets opposing his transiting Moon now energize him and I’d venture to say that an intense time for him will be tomorrow night’s performance as the Moon in transit squares is birth Pluto in the mutable (flexible) signs of Virgo/Sag.    My guess is that he will rise to the challenge–his chart seems wired for it!  Let your those inner stars shine kiddo!

WORD.

Wesak (Vesak), Beltane, Full Moon in Scorpio and Pluto Calls!

The Buddha’s Life is celebrated on Wesak (aka Vesak) at the Full Moon of May (this weekend)

PLUTO is so prominent on my mind lately— Pluto rules Scorpio — Full Moon in Scorpio — when Sun is in Taurus/Full Moon Scorpio we have the celebration of Nature and fertility (Beltane) and Wesak celebrating the Buddha.  Scorpio/Pluto relates to sexual bonding, healing and of course the depths, dealing with the dark.  My basement/cellar (Scorpio) area has been calling my attention to it for a while; interesting symbolism all in all since I have Scorpio at the bottom of my chart, the depth, the nadir, the 4th house.   

There has just been a physical cleansing there—some structure (an old closet) had to be removed and junk had to be hauled out and a powerful cleaner used to destroy anything that shouldn’t be growing down there.  Exactly. 

It feels good to me – the timing of all this; the symbolism. 

I’d like to think I’ve cleaned out old junk from the bottom of my soul like the workers cleaned out the junk from the basement.  It wasn’t even my junk mind you—it came from previous tenants or owners of the house.  Maybe some of the emotional and mental junk removal that I’ve done was from previous lifetimes, not this one.  That happened a while back however; it wasn’t recent. 

It takes time for the physical changes to occur once the mental/emotional/spiritual one’s happen; so that part makes sense to me.   

I’d like to think that the basement clean-up is the physical demonstration or manifestation or the symbolism which validates that I have done some important clean-up work on a soul  level. 

I’m sort of concerned about Sam though—the resident toad.  I don’t know if he’ll make it through the cleaning fluid fumes down there.  If I never see him again, may he attain the highest level on his little toad path.  Sure, I realize that it sounds crazy; but I can’t help but be concerned for all life forms… all sentient beings (living beings) wish to avoid suffering and seek happiness.  As a matter of fact, speaking of Sam the toad and this being the time we celebrate Wesak (or Vesak) and the life, teachings and enlightenment of The Buddha, this was in my Facebook timeline today and it is good to share:

 If a person does not harm any living being and does not kill or cause others to kill – that person is a true spiritual practitioner. — Siddhārtha Gautama

As the Sun squares my natal Pluto today, energy is culminating in a Pluto kind of way on a Pluto kind of day!  What else rhymes is Sam the salamander.  I asked the worker guys who went down there that there was a little toad dude down there—may he not get stepped upon.  They said they did not see him but did see a salamander.  Yep, I’ve seen him too.  So I think I should name the salamander Sam; after all the two s’s sound right.  I will re-name the toad if I see him again.  I’m thinking Terence would be a good name. 

I name inanimate objects often.  I called my old car “baby” (because it was a very small car)—well, an old boyfriend started that one.  My car was his baby’s car but even after he was history, it stuck.  In my old house rental, I called the propane gas wall heater Margaret and the furnace Ralph.  In this house the furnace is much bigger and I call him Buford.  I am rambling—I know;  don’t tell me.

I’m avoiding the lawn mowing and other chores and stalling while I see if a client is going to call—her appointment is up in the air for today (we agreed today or Monday but her schedule is uncertain). 

But, I can wait and ramble no longer.  I’m tempted to see if Terence the Toad (I’ll call him Terry for short) made it through the night with the fumes down there.  I had a hard time doing so myself and there’s a floor between us—lordie knows the stomach and nose knows!   

I can’t go down there for a few more days until the energy settles down and the fumes subside; time will tell. 

I’m off to mow the lawn while weather and time permit.   I’d better go.

If you’re of the Celtic persuasion, may it be a Blessed Beltane! for you and if you resonate with the Eastern teachers, Happy Wesak !   I have visions of my spirit dancing sky clad under the full moon with flowers woven in my hair while singing praises to the Buddha!  Who needs easter and christmas?! –which are spin off’s from the Buddhists and the Pagans anyway! 😉