What’s Up
Always interesting messages each week and this week appears to be long term messages and milestone markers for the next few weeks versus the next few days. This week is all about not giving up Hope, perseverance and contuning your journey, be on the look out for harmonious partnerships, the truth and always find the joy in everything. It is also a time to let go of anything that is not truly important. Enjoy this week’s video below and be sure to read the accompanying blog below afterwards!
Wow, so what have you been up to over the last 10 days because I have to tell you I personally crawled into the bowels of Hell and I am slowly crawling back!
First of all, I warned everyone that the Total Solar Eclipse with the New Moon in Pisces, while the Sun was crossing the wounded healer of Chiron was going to be Ka-Blam powerful and it really was; for me. I would love to hear if any of you experienced anything like I did over the last week. I always look into Astrology aesthetically for myself and then I share the information with all of you lovely folks, but sometimes I get so caught up in “stuff” that somewhere in the recesses of my mind, the information gets lost or I take it lightly thinking “Oh, I’ve been doing this for decades and it will not effect me the way it will newbies” – Yeah, Right- this bitch took me for a ride on the back of a dragon and pulled me down into the literal bowels of Hell and I am slowly learning how to crawl out of it.
Leading up to the Astrological event, a bug crawled inside of me and gnawed away at me to cut all of my hair off. My soul knew deep down that a change was coming, a change was needed and cutting 10 inches of my hair off was one of the largest symbolic gestures and final acts of letting go before entering into this New Moon. I went to work last Friday morning and once settled into my seat, picked up the phone to make an appointment. I am always a believer that if something is meant to happen there will be an opening. Sure enough, there was an open 2:15 and the deal was done. Taking such a late lunch worked out for me as my morning was filled with business appointments and meetings and when I slipped out “for lunch” nobody was the wiser. Upon my return at 3:00 p.m. in walked a new Me. The positive reactions were inspiring to me that I had made the right decision, but mostly my heart felt lighter and I felt like the new me that was dying to emerge from the egg for so long. This high voltage energy was about to change very quickly once I arrived home.
Friday nights at home are always planned to be easy and part of that is picking up dinner or ordering out delivery so that we can all just relax and start our weekend. I should have known when waiting an hour and a half for my pick up (which is usually promptly ready in 15-20 minutes), an angry and hungry family impatiently calling me for my whereabouts; I could cut the chaos with a knife and should have seen all of this as a precursor to the building Astrological energy. Once home and the famished troops began grabbing take out bags from my hands, all I wanted to do was sit down, relax and get ready for bed. Noticing that the heater was running at a feverish pitch, the kids said they accidentally left the downstairs door open while doing the dishes and it must have been open for a while and that was why the heater was still running. My head on overdrive, did not even think to check to see if all of my animals were in and accounted for. The door was shut, we ate the sub-par take out and prepared for bed. For those of you who are not the care takers of household animals, weekends are moot; animals do not live by a calendar or a clock and Saturdays or Sundays are meaningless to a hungry animal with a full bladder, therefore, 5:00 a.m. is my usual wake up call from the fur team and the routine is just that. Dogs get let out or walked, cats get fed, the dogs get let in then fed. by 5:45 a.m. I noticed that my Baby Girl “Miss”; a 12 year old, Persian-Maine Coon cat never came down for breakfast and my Alert Antenna went up immediate- Actually, my heart sunk into my stomach and instinct kicked in, I threw on my coat, shoes and hat and out the door I went in a frantic search for my girl.
The hours came and went as the temperatures continued to decline and my reserves only seemed to grow. My soul knew she was nearby and my inner voice was telling me to stay calm so that I could hear and sense her and if I panicked it would block my intuition. My inner being also told me that all of the advice that I had ever dished out would have to taken by my Ego self, spoonful by spoonful, as scripture in order for this to have a happy ending. Fortunately for me and my situation, a friend just had just gone through this same ordeal and I had given him advice that I gained from the internet and general knowledge and so I was armed with exactly what I had to do and how to do it. I followed every lost pet rule; I searched, I crawled under porches, bushes, cars, garages and sheds. I went door to door and handed out homemade flyers and hung them from every telephone pole in the neighborhood. I visited the local “Cat Lady” and actually had a lovely chat with her and learned her name is Janice. I got to meet many neighbors that I did not know and even had some neighbors offering to help and walk the streets for me so I could get some rest. But rest was not to be had; knowing how cold it was outside and my Senior Indoor Kitty was displaced, I could not allow myself to rest. On the 4th day a miracle occurred. With my last ounces of strength as I was preparing to head to a local shelter I decided to sit down and finish my coffee for a minute and allow the dogs to look out the front door a moment longer before I shut it to take my shower. I asked the dogs to call for Miss and Sugar started barking. I said “Come on Sug, call Miss, call her girl, tell her to come home”, after about 2 minutes of continuous barking (me joining in on occasion), Oy, my Pomeranian started to bark like he spotted a ghost (he is really good at letting me know in advance when spirit is in the room), I got up, looked out the door and there was my baby girl at the bottom of the porch steps- and then she took off! No shoes, no coat and in my pajamas, I took off out the door and ran for her (Rule #1 of trying to retrieve a lost pet- do not chase your pet). Luckily she ran to my next door neighbor’s house 300 feet away and I captured her in the corner of their yard and I received my happy ending. Never did I give up hope, never did I stop being grateful for the moment, never did I stop being joyous in my heart and never did I stop asking for help from Spirit and the Angels. Once secured and in hand, I cried for a good 30 minutes and was able to release everything. I will say that I had a crazy moment over that weekend where I thought that cutting all of my hair off brought me bad luck and this was going to be the beginning of a very turbulent time. This was just a test. A test of strength, a test of Faith, a test of Love, a test of Endurance and mostly a test of Gratitude.
So you must be thinking….where are the bowels of Hell? The lack of sleep, lack of nourishment caught up with me 2 days later when I landed flat on my back, in bed with 104 fever and flu like symptoms. It came on so fast, so furious; it had no mercy. I had completely forgotten that those 2 days were the New Moon, with the Total Solar Eclipse and the thought of the Wounded Healer of Chiron in Pisces crossing over was a shadow in my mind. I am still recuperating from my traumatic weekend and catching up on sleep, but feeling pretty good and this freight liner came steamrollering through my body with lightning bolt quickness, there was nothing I could do, but was forced to sleep, forced to rest, forced to nurture myself; for not one, not two, but five days and I continue to do so. I listened to my body and I listened to my soul and my soul knew that I needed herbs, I needed homeopathic remedies and I relied on my go tos – Tons of sleep is a must, Hot Salt Baths, Ginger Ale – aka GINGY, Vick’s Vapo Rub (filled with Eucalyptus, Camphor and Peppermint), Chicken Soup aka- Jewish Penicillin, I always keep some homemade in my freezer for these moments, Advil, Zicam, Cold Eeze (Zinc helps relieve colds quicker), Mucinex, hot Ginger Tea with Honey and Lemon and tons of water, I just wanted relief and I wanted it fast. Day Two- I was no longer coughing yet my entire thorax had knives and razor blades where once there were ribs and I could not entertain the thought of a cough without the feeling of my body being shredded by these knives and razor blades; my fever skyrocketed. Now, I am making my disclaimer – homeopathic remedies are great for minor relief and often bring relief and quicken the healing of ailments – but then there is common sense to go to a Doctor A.S.A.P.! I rarely if ever go to the Doctor, but my common sense and my inner being told me this was definitely one of those time to get whatever energy I could muster up and get my ass to a professional. I truly thought I was dying and a part of me wished that I was; I should have never made the joke at work 2 days prior that I felt like I was coming down with the Zika Virus; everything in my body hurt and I was freezing cold- my lips and nails were blue. In the 3 hours that I was at the doctor’s getting tests and treatments and waiting for results I could understand why and how people that are sick or ill can let go of life and be o.k. with dying; I had an Epiphany, a light bulb went off and I totally got it and understood just how easy it is to let go and why it is o.k. to let go. I was only thinking of this abyss that I was in, the back of the Dragon that carried me down into the belly of where I did not want to be and letting go would release all of this and in that moment I understood how easy it was for all of those that I had loved and lost to let go and die and leave me and it had nothing to do with me at all and in that same moment I was free from all of the remnants of pain that was still clinging onto my soul like chunks of old dirty useless waste; the door opens and in walks my savior with a diagnosis and a handful of prescriptions and directions and I am back, plunged back to survival mode and our natural instinct as man.
For days I floated in and out of a sea of dreams and astral projections; journey’s of the soul doing what souls need to do to heal all the while over 3 dozen Ravens took up residence in the tree outside of my bedroom window, speaking their speak and gawking their squawks- I could hear them in the ethers, in the milky fogginess and they were watching over my journey and mocking me at the same time. Deep inside I knew this was more that just a sudden illness; sometimes when we really need to stop, rest and heal our bodies will stop us in our tracks and force us to do it. I did not realize until today that many of my peers experienced the same 2-3 day total body breakdown as I did and I am curious what any of you have gone through over the last week?