If you’d rather read the forecast, you can find it in the masthead,
Just remember that Mercury went retro in Aquarius on January 30 and won’t start behaving until February 20.
Several weeks ago in Orlando, we went to The Hammered Lamb, for dinner. It’s an open place with tables that are socially distanced ,and also dog friendly.We met Megan’s friend, Veronica, there and she had her boyfriend’s dog, Simba, with her. A deaf husky.We had our dog, Nigel, and Megan’s dog, Nika. Before we had left Megan’s house, she changed into her running shoes because it was chilly and we were going to be sitting outside. It’s an important detail in this synchro.
So we get to the restaurant, order lunch, and get the dogs situated. The restaurant is next to a track where trains speed by about every thirty minutes.At one point, Simba, the deaf husky, suddenly slips out of his collar and takes off across the restaurant. Veronica shoots to her feet and chases him. He makes an abrupt 180 and races in the opposite direction – toward the tracks. Megan leaps up and she and Veronica race after Simba. The whistle of an oncoming train echoes.
I sit there, two dogs attached to the leg of my chair, and wonder why I’m not moving. It’s not just that if I get up, the dogs will follow me and drag my chair behind them. Rob is still seated, too, and I know if Nigel and Riley try to follow, he’ll grab their leashes. In my head, I see the deaf husky barreling down the tracks, Megan and Veronica chasing him, and the train charging toward them. I still don’t move.
Rob finally gets up to take a look. I still don’t move. I don’t feel that panicked urgency I feel when Megan is in danger. I don’t feel my heart hammering, adrenaline doesn’t course through me, sweat doesn’t leap from my pores. I wonder if there’s something wrong with me.
Then Rob sits down and before I can ask him anything, Megan and Veronica appear with Simba, who Veronica quickly leashes. They’re shaken. Simba paces. Megan and Veronica talk fast, at the same time, words tumbling over each other.
Megan: Oh my God, oh my God, I thought we were dead.
Veronica: I tripped and hit the ground…
Megan: I saw Veronica pitched forward and I ran faster and saw that train racing toward us, the sound of that whistle deafening. And I get closer to Simba and remember that the way you deal with a charging horse is to make yourself as tall and imposing as possible so I throw my arms into the air…and he suddenly veers off the track….and I grab his collar…”
She pauses for a breath of air. “It’s crazy, but if I hadn’t changed my shoes before we’d left – I was wearing sandals then – I wouldn’t have been able to run after him.
Yes, weather was a factor. The air was too cool to wear sandals outside the house.
But. I’ve known Megan to wear sandals outside when it was in the forties. So, was it precognitive on her part to ditch her sandals and pull on her running shoes?
Was precognition at work when I didn’t move?
Specifics aside, Simba was caught, no one was hurt, and the train hurled on through the city of Orlando.
The full moon in Leo on January 28 squares both Uranus and Mars – within one degree for each of them. Squares are challenging. This one could create friction with people in your personal or work environment and the disagreement seems to come out of nowhere. Mars and Uranus also square Jupiter and the sun, so the friction may feel worse than it actually is or could swell quickly. Bet advice: back off.
The good news is that Jupiter and the sun are conjunct in Aquarius, the sign of the rebel, the visionary, the inventor. Any time Jupiter conjuncts the sun, the bottom line is that it should be a lucky day. If nothing else, buy a lottery ticket!
For the impact of this moon on your sun sign, check January’s forecast in the at the top of the blog.
The mysterious 14-line message in the photo above was written in 1676 by a nun who claimed she was possessed by the devil. She didn’t know what the message said and neither did anyone else for centuries. Now thanks to a digital transcription software the message was finally unraveled…and indeed it is devilish.
On Aug. 11, 1676, Sister Maria Crocifissa della Concezione was found on the floor of her cell, her face covered with ink, holding a note written in an incomprehensible mix of archaic letters and symbols. The 31-year-old nun was living at the convent of Palma di Montechiaro in Sicily. She had been a nun since age 15.
In translating the message, researchers first tested their software with some standard shorthand symbols from different languages. They found that the nun’s letter contained a mix of words from ancient alphabets such as Greek, Latin, Runic and Arabic.
“We analyzed how the syllables and graphisms [or thoughts depicted as symbols] repeated in the letter in order to locate vowels, and we ended up with a refined decryption algorithm,” Daniele Abate, director of the team of researchers, told Live Science.
He said the team did not have great expectations for the outcome. “We thought we could just come out with a few words making sense. But the nun had a good command of languages,” he said, adding “the message was more complete than expected.”
The message describes God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit as “dead weights,” the researcher said. The message goes on to say that “God thinks he can free mortals … The system works for no one … Perhaps now, Styx is certain.”
In Greek and Roman mythology, Styx is the river separating the netherworld from the world of the living.
Abete said the letter suggests that Sister Maria suffered from schizophrenia or bipolar disorder. “The image of the devil is often present in these disorders. We learned from historical records that every night she screamed and fought against the devil,” Abate said.
For the church of that time, the letter was instead considered the outcome of her struggle against “innumerable evil spirits,” according to a written account about the occurrence by Abbess Maria Serafica.
According to Serafica’s account of the nun’s behavior written shortly after the incident, the devil would have forced Sister Maria (who was later blessed) to sign the letter. She heroically opposed the demand by writing, “Ohimé” (oh me), which is the only comprehensible word in the letter, Serafica wrote.
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The researcher expresses certain assumptions, in our opinion, that may not be true. Apparently, there is no record that the nun spoke or understood numerous languages. From Abate’s mainstream scientific perspective, such knowledge would be required to write the message.
From our own research in the realm of the mystical underground, we know that it is possible that she was possessed by a demonic being that ‘dictated’ the note. So we are more inclined to agree with the Abbess Maria Serafica than the software guy.
The other bias is the assumption that the nun must’ve had a mental disorder. Again, that’s not necessarily the case as there are no shortage of examples of people who are possessed voluntarily as practitioners of Santeria, Voodum, shamanism, and more. While some might be mentally unstable, others–including some we’ve written about–are not.
The entire article in Live Science can be found here.
The other day I was riding my bike through the neighborhood and decided to head over to the next neighborhood, an equestrian community. I pedaled up onto the sidewalk that runs by the house on the corner and realized the bushes blocked my view of the sidewalk that I would turn onto. I wouldn’t be able to see if anyone was headed my way.
In normal times, this wouldn’t even be an issue because bicyclists were rare. But since the pandemic began, nothing has been normal and people are finding ways to exercise safely. My first thought was that maybe I should return to the street to make that turn because I would have a straight-on view of the sidewalk. And in the event someone was racing toward me, I would see the person first. You can see the curve on the left side of the road. The bushes are taller and thicker now.
Suppose, I thought, I make the shortcut turn and someone on a bike barrels into me? My second thought was whether this might be an instance of precognition?
By then, I was at the turn just seconds before a guy on a racing bike would slam into me. He yelped, “Yikes!” And veered away from me.
A precognition a bit too close for comfort.
I haven’t written one of these dog park politics posts for while. So in the waning days of the trump presidency, here goes:
Every afternoon around 3, a loose group of anti-trumpers with dogs meet at our expansive and really cool dog park. As soon as we come in the gate, we unleash our dogs, who run off to do whatever dogs do. We grab our poop bags from the dispensary and walk to the benches at the other side of the park.
I think of it as our area, that of the democrats and independents who recognize trump for the wanna be autocrat he is. Paula. Lloyd. Arlene. Jared. Nathan. Rob. Me. Our kids over the holidays. The occasional snowbird. Our dogs, of course. Paula always brings containers of cold water and a bowl so our area becomes watering hole.
But because the snowbirds have flocked to our area for the gorgeous weather and the equestrian season, we often get to our bench area to find other people there. As our friend Lloyd says, “As soon as we start talking against trump or our gov, Ron DeSantis, the trumpies leave.”
And he’s right.
The other day a young couple was hanging out in our area, with a dog small enough to be in the small dog park. A woman from Breckinridge, Colorado joined us and mentioned how maskless people in Breckinridge, were fined on the spot for being maskless. I said it would never happen in Florida because our governor, Ron DeSantis is an asshole, a mini me trumper.
And the man walking away shouts, “We live in America, not China!”
“What total bullshit!” I shout back, and then Rob shoots to his feet and starts hurling facts and statistics at the guy.
Their shouting fest lasts until the guy and his wife and their little pooch leave the dog park.
Throughout this whole thing, the woman from Colorado, Linda, talked about what she’d encountered politically since the death of her husband eleven years ago, when she’d started moving from state to state, looking for the right place to live. “Isn’t this town for trump?” she asks.
I’ve come to think of these benches as the place where truth lives. Where facts prevail. Where science and reason and the stuff of The Mystical Underground co-exist.
It ‘s here! The inauguration of Biden/Harris and the end of the disastrous four years of the the trump sham!
Yes, the capitol is an armed fortress with some 25,000 National Guard troops who have been sleeping on the floors of Congress.
Yes, tensions are ratcheted upward in very capitol in the country. One of the many pundits referred to this time as a new Civil War. Maybe it is. But what matters is that trump is gone. Biden wasn’t my choice – Bernie was. But early on, Bernie saw what was happening and endorsed Biden.
He may not be the most exciting choice. But honestly, it will be wonderful to listen to a president who isn’t lying every 5 seconds or firing someone or denigrating his critics on Twitter. It will be near bliss to know we have a woman VP, a cabinet that is efficient but not particularly progressive.
The progressiveness, I think, will grow because people will demand it. Humanity already cries out for it. Orange man was the manifestation of our dark side, that part of our collective psyche that we prefer to keep hidden. Thanks to him – and it’s the only worthwhile thing he did – our hatreds and prejudices are now fully exposed.
How do we heal this?
In the wake of January 6th and trump’s 2nd impeachment coming up, his republican enablers are objecting to a trial in the senate because we “must unite and unify.” Sure. like you guys have done for the last four years.
The real surprise in this sordid picture is Mitch McConnell. No one person should have the power he does. When the house passes a bill, the senate should be obligated to hear it. But since we don’t live in that universe yet, watch Mitch. He has said he may vote for impeachment, but refused to start a trial until next week, when the senate returns from break.
But okay. January 20. Inauguration Day. Good-bye trump and his swamp. Welcome Biden, Harris, and your accomplished team. Welcome democracy!
The countdown by the hour is on!
In novels and movies, the catalyst is the event, the point in time, where an event occurs that alters the life of the protagonist. It’s the harbinger of change. Jessica Brody, in Save the Cat Writes a Novel, writes, “The Catalyst will crash land in your hero’s life and create so much destruction, your hero will have no choice but to do something different. Try something new. Go somewhere else.”
Each of us is the protagonist in our own story. And most catalysts involve synchronicity.
The Catalyst is one of the fifteen beats that screenwriter Blake Snyder identifies in story telling in Save the Cat: The Last Book on Screenwriting That You’ll Ever Need. It can come as bad news, a divorce, getting fired. It may arrive in the form of seeing the spirit of your dad in the back seat of your car, a Near Death Experience, an alien encounter, a spiritual or creative epiphany. But all catalysts have the same thing in common: you’re kicked out of your status quo thinking and banished from your comfort box, the matrix where you’ve been living.
In the movie Romancing the Stone, the catalyst occurs with the package delivered to Joan Wilder – Kathleen Stone. In J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, it’s the arrival of mysterious letters that Harry’s Uncle Vernon won’t let him see and the arrival of Hagrid, announcing that Harry is a wizard and has been accepted into Hogwarts.
In Stephen King’s Misery, Brody identifies the catalyst as the moment when Annie Wilkes finishes Paul’s Misery’s Child and discovers that Paul “killed off the main character, putting an end to her favorite series…she goes ballistic…then storms out of the room and tells Paul she’s leaving before she does something unwise.’”
What’s the equivalent in our lives now? Well, for us, it’s the January 20 Inauguration.
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