Edgar Cayce & Astrology

This post came about as a result of an astrology proposal on astrology’s WOW factor – the planet Jupiter.

Edgar Cayce was born on March 18, 1877, at 3:03 p.m. in Hopkinsville, Kentucky – 140 years ago. He had a Pisces sun and his Jupiter- that fancily shaped 4 in house 5  was in Capricorn. That’s his chart in the illustration. You can see Jupiter in his fifth house of romance, children, and creativity.

At its most base expression, a sun in Pisces – a mutable water sign – can indicate a propensity for addiction, escapism, and ambivalence that makes everyone around them nuts. But at its highest expression, a Pisces sun exemplifies everything that Cayce was – a humble man with an extraordinary gift that touched thousands when he was alive and millions more since his death in 1945.

Cayce was conventionally religious, also in keeping with the Pisces archetype. In the many biographies written about him over the years, his religious beliefs are depicted as the bedrock of who he was. They sustained him, kept him whole, grounded. The beliefs also collided several times with the expanded worldview that his psychic readings eventually gave him. This conflict in beliefs may explain why Cayce was able to read for people only while in a trance so deep it was like sleep. After the publication of Jess Stearn’s biography about Cayce, he became known as “the sleeping prophet,” the title of Stearn’s book, an apt nickname.

His diagnostic abilities surfaced when he was 23 and had lost his voice. He was newly engaged to Gertrude, who would become his wife, and the loss of his voice delayed the marriage. It also delayed his work, particularly when the voice condition, despite expert help, persisted month after month.

Al Layne, a hypnosis enthusiast, finally hypnotized Cayce and asked him to explain the problem. Cayce, in a voice that was resonant and normal, explained there was partial paralysis of the muscles around the vocal cords and directed Layne to give him a hypnotic suggestion that would increase the blood circulation around the vocal cords for twenty minutes. Cayce’s voice returned.

Layne was so blown away that he offered himself as Cayce’s next subject. While Cayce was “asleep,” he gave Layne a full medical diagnosis of his condition and within several months, his vocal cords improved dramatically. Cayce was astonished and terrified at what he’d done and didn’t wasn’t to continue. But when his voice began to fade again, he turned to Layne once more.

Eventually, Layne was having Cayce diagnose other people. This is where his Jupiter in Capricorn started kicking in – a slow, steady rise toward his calling, his true north, his grail. Capricorn, a cardinal earth sign, is symbolized by the goat, that intrepid critter that keeps climbing and climbing to reach the summit. When the goat comes up against a barrier, it either finds a way around it – or rams its way through it. One way or another, it gets to where it wants and needs to be. It reaches its goal.

Cayce was surprised by what was happening, but didn’t attach any spiritual meaning to it. He just wanted to forget about what he was doing when he was in trance and didn’t even want to discuss it with his family. But word got around town and the reaction was mixed. Some people made fun of him, skeptics chided him, but others marveled at the young Cayce’s ability.

The first case that convinced Cayce about his life’s work was that of a six-year-old girl who lived in Hopkinsville, the daughter of a former superintendent of schools. For two years, she’d had as many as twenty convulsions a day and was basically a vegetable. She had seen numerous experts, but the consensus was that her parents should keep her comfortable until she died. Hardly the sort of thing a parent wants to hear.

While Cayce was in trance, he said her ailment was due to congestion at the base of the brain. He prescribed a treatment, followed up as needed, and within three months, the girl was in perfect health.

Over the course of Cayce’s life, there were many healings like this one, unconventional treatments for that time that worked. In A Seer Out of Season: the Life of Edgar Cayce, author Harmon Hartzell Bro, who knew Cayce, said he couldn’t use his ability to exploit others or to help others gain advantage over other people. If he tried, his ability abandoned him. “Instead, he had to use it for those with real needs, who would invest themselves and grow personally as they explored and applied his counsel.”

In the 40 plus years that Cayce worked as the sleeping prophet, he gave 14,306 readings on 10,000 different topics that are housed at the Edgar Cayce Association for Research and Development – A.R. E – in Virginia Beach. There are nearly 8,000 indexed references to astrology and five broader categories in the database of information: 1) health-related information 2) philosophy and reincarnation 3) dreams and dream interpretation 4) ESP and psychic phenomena 5) spiritual growth, meditation, and prayer.

During the decades that his reputation and fame grew, Cayce found his grail by doing what the Capricorn goat does – moving steadily and inexorably toward the summit, and building his skills and talents as he climbed. If his quest can be summarized simply, it’s that despite financial problems and profound skepticism from the society and time in which he lived, Cayce ultimately embraced his abilities. And this fact enabled him to develop those abilities fully, and use them to help whoever came to him. What he found, his grail, was that he was of service to thousands of people who needed answers and help.

On March 19, 1919, when Cayce was 42, he did a reading on his own birth chart. His wife, Gertrude, and a stenographer were present. Gertrude asked the questions. One of the most interesting facets of this reading concerned astrology/the planets.

Gertrude: Do the planets have anything to do with the ruling of the destiny of men? If so, what? And what do they have to do with this body?

 From Cayce in trance: They do. In the beginning, as our own planet, Earth, was set in motion, the placing of other planets began the ruling of the destiny of all matter as created…

 The strongest power in the destiny of man is the Sun… then the closer planets, or those that are coming in ascendency at the time of the birth of the individual. But let it be understood here, no action of any planet or any of the phases of the Sun, Moon, or any of the heavenly bodies surpass the rule of Man’s individual will power – the power given by the Creator of man in the beginning, when he became a living soul, with the power of choosing for himself.

These two sections are particularly interesting. According to Cayce’s clairvoyance, the sun rules the “destiny” of man, but no planet or celestial body surpasses our own free will, the power to choose for ourselves.   

The inclination of man is ruled by the planets under which he is born. In this far the destiny of man lies within the sphere or scope of the planets. With the given position of the solar system at the time of the birth of an individual, it can be worked out – that is, the inclinations and actions without the will power taken into consideration.

 As in this body here [Edgar Cayce] born March 18, 1877, three minutes past three o’clock, with the Sun descending, on the wane, the Moon in the opposite side of the Earth (old moon), Uranus at its zenith, hence the body is ultra in its actions. Neptune closest in conjunction… in the ninth house; Jupiter, the higher force of all the planets, save the Sun, in descendency…

Here, Jupiter is identified as “the higher force” of all the planets except for the sun.

Hence the inclination as the body is controlled by the astrological survey at the time of the birth of this body, either (no middle ground for this body) very good or very bad, very religious or very wicked, very rich or always losing, very much in love or hate, very much given to good works or always doing wrong, governed entirely by the will of the body.

 

 

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Chill Pills

Lavender

I had a minor manifestation this evening at my yoga class. I was getting ready to start when I noticed a small aromatherapy bottle on the shelf as I was setting up my music. I picked it and saw that it was called Chill Pill. So I turned to one of students, who’s a doctor’s wife, and showed it to her. I said to her, jokingly: “Your husband should prescribe this for his patients.”

She looked at it closer than I did and said, “Oh, lavender and chamomile. I used to put lavender on my son’s pillow to help him sleep.” She went on to say she grows it in her backyard, and I asked about how easy it was to grow.

Then I went to the front room to see if any other students had arrived and what did I see…but a bouquet of lavender on the counter by the computer where I check people in. It probably had been there, but I hadn’t noticed it until I’d gotten into a conversation about it. So I consider that a minor manifestation. Sai Baba I am not. But that impressed me.

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A FAVORITE JUNG STORY

COSMOS AND PSYCHE

Synchronicity, even when it doesn’t entail spirit communication, is a kind of kind of alchemy that transforms us or a decision we’re making in an essential way. The alchemy occurs because of what the synchronicity says to you, its impact on you. This was certainly the case for Carl Jung during a visit in the 1950s with Henry Fierz, a chemistry professor with whom he had become friends over the years.

Friez had dropped by at five o’clock one afternoon to talk with Jung about a manuscript by a scientist who had recently died. Friez felt the manuscript should be published, but Jung, who had read it, thought otherwise.  Their debate about the manuscript apparently became somewhat heated and at one point, Jung glanced at his watch, as if he were about to dismiss Friez.  Then he seemed puzzled by the time and explained that his watch had just been returned from the repair shop, but it read five o’clock, the time that Friez had arrived.

Jung asked Friez the time; it was 5:35. As Richard Tarnas recounted the incident in Psyche and Cosmos, Jung apparently said, “So you have the right time, and I have the wrong time. Let us discuss the thing again.”

In the ensuing discussion, Friez convinced Jung the manuscript should be published. “Here, the synchronistic event is of interest not because of its intrinsic coincidental force,” Tarnas wrote,  “but because of the meaning Jung drew from it, essentially using it as a basis for challenging and redirecting his own conscious attitude.”

Many of us might not draw a correlation between a stopped watch and a discussion. But synchronicity, by definition, is the coming together of similar inner and outer events in a way that is meaningful to the individual and can’t be explained by cause and effect. This means that the outer world – and all of nature and our surroundings – can carry meaning just as the inner world does. Jung, who was accustomed to perceiving and thinking symbolically, recognized the synchronicity and changed his thinking accordingly.

Tarnas noted that Jung recognized all events as “sources of potential and spiritual significance.” It didn’t matter to him whether they originated from human consciousness or from the “larger matrix of the world” because he saw nature and a person’s surrounding environment as a living template of “potential synchronistic meaning that could illuminate the human sphere. He attended to sudden or unusual movements or appearances of animals, flocks of birds, the wind, storms, the sudden louder lapping of the lake outside his the window of his consulting room…as possible symbolic relevance for the parallel unfolding of interior psychological realities.”

In other words, Jung used everything in his environment as potential signs and symbols. It seems that once you recognize coincidence as meaningful, once you’re in the flow of it, the inner self and the larger outer matrix chatter constantly to each other. We only have to listen.

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Creating Reality Trump-style

By achieving the presidency, Donald Trump proved that you can create your own reality through an internal belief system, even if it contradicts with the ‘outer reality.’ This is what channelers such as Jane Roberts (Seth) and Esther Hicks (Abraham) have been saying for decades.

But mainstream psychologists–at least in the case of Trump–call it insanity. Many Trump detractors of all stripes say the same. Take a read right here.

In Trump’s case, his belief in his inherent ability to become president and the most powerful person in the world resulted in a split in realities between those who see him as insane and those who see him as saving us from the insanity of the world. So we now have the phenomenon of ‘alternate facts’ creating the basis of an alternate reality.

However, the two realities cannot exist side-by-side indefinitely. There will come a breaking point – a shattering of one and probably both realities that will create a new reality out of the two. That’s why Trump supporters are so insistent that Democrats forget about the election and their right to protest and come on board. In other words, they are urging the merger of the two realities with the winning side, of course, dominating.

The bottom line is that if events result in a continued growth of the anti-Trump movement, a reckoning is coming our way. But don’t expect the results to be a win by the Democratic Party and the old ways of politics.  That will be over and the new reality will probably result in an unexpected future that neither side will find particularly accommodating to their conscious beliefs. But it will be one that  we’ve collectively created from the unconscious…just as the current dizzying dual reality has also been collectively assembled. Trump came along with his beliefs and is playing the role we’ve all jointly created. That’s the only way it could have happened. In terms of synchronicity, it also fulfills Trump’s own delusional aspirations.

The ultimate results are yet to be seen, but they are certain to be both mind-boggling and earth-shaking as we collectively move on our evolutionary path.

 

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Exploring Viñales, Cuba, Part 3

Our Cuban wall is taking shape!

Now, for the trip…

We had decided that our third day in Cuba, a Saturday, would be for a trip outside of Havana. We chose the area of Viñales, northwest of Havana.  Our host, Jose, arranged for us to rent a driver and here’s the 1955 Chevy in which we rode for 3 hours.

Viñales is rural and beautiful, filled with tobacco and coffee plantations, rice fields, and and is hilly. Here’s one of the typical modes of transportation in the area: a horse and buggy!

Our driver, Ari, was a Cuban/Venezuela who had recently moved to Cuban because the situation in Venezuela is so desperate. He and I had plenty to talk about, including politics. I found that the Cuban people are eager to talk about American politics and are horrified that trump is president. They loved Obama.

We stopped for lunch at this wonderful place where we could eat outdoors, facing a field and some hills in the distance. Our meals were typical Cuban food – rice and beans, plantains, chicken, cold beers and mojitos. The bill came to about 10 bucks apiece.

After lunch, we drove on to Cueva del Indio  – an impressive network of caves with stalagmites and stalactites like I’ve never seen before.At one time, it was an ancient indigenous swelling, and was rediscovered in 1920. It cost us 5 CUCs- about $5 – to get in.  There were way too many people inside and at times, the line came to a full stop. But it was like being in another world.

The path we followed eventually ended up at an underground river, where we waited our turns to board boats that took us even deeper into the caves. The most stunning rock formations were lit up.

Here’s the cave showing an opening where sunlight shone through.

When we left the cave, vendors had stalls set up to sell their wares. The masks and art were exquisite. Cuba is all about color!

From here, we drove to a tobacco plantation. This place was fascinating.

The plantation has been in the same family for generations and the young man now in charge gave us a tour, explaining what happens to the tobacco once it’s picked. We ended in a room where another man showed us how cigars are made. We were each treated to a cigar whose end had been dipped in honey. We bought both cigars and honey!

The cigar maker loves his job. With each leaf he rolled, his smile grew wider and wider.

The plantation is private and the government buys 90 percent of the tobacco and cigars they produce. The rest is sold to hotels and outlets all over the island. Each cigar supposedly sells for $40.

Then all but two of us mounted up for a horseback riding excursion into the countryside.

Jessie and I stayed behind to explore the plantation and talk to the people who live and work there. Jess is a vegan and was horrified to learn that most of the  animals that live on the property are raised for food. I eat chicken and fish and confess to being equally horrified to discover that the beautiful rabbits we saw, the big ole pig named Macho,  and the ducks were also raised for food.

The house lacks plumbing and the bathroom is in a wooden structure, with a hole in the floor.

But standing out there at dusk, in the cooling evening air, the sky open and huge around us, I felt utter and complete peace.

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Indy Strikes Again…

Among Megan’s friends in Orlando, is a young woman named Jesse, who recently graduated from law school with an emphasis on environmental law. She joined us with Megan and a couple other friends on our recent trip to Cuba.

I would’ve never guessed that Jesse was a huge Indiana Jones fan. She never mentioned it, because she had no idea who she was traveling with. It wasn’t until a week later, when Megan visited Jesse at her home for the first time that she saw a corner of her room dedicated to Indy and it includes a collection of my novels, a photo of Harrison Ford, a nasty looking golden snake and other trinkets.

First Megan was surprised and said, “I think you’ve got one of my dad’s novels.” She looked closer, and said: ‘No, you’ve got all of them!”

“What! I was traveling with the Indiana Jones author and I didn’t know it?! I love The Seven Veils and Dance and the Giants, my two favorites.”

The only one of my Indiana Jones books that she didn’t have was The Last Crusade so I’m giving Megan a signed copy to pass on to her. I’ll include a comment about about Cuba, of course. Our latest adventure!

 

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Findhorn: A New Story

With the trump administration planning to eliminate the Environmental Protection Agency by December 31, 2018, sustainable communities like Findhorn still thrive and remind us to honor the planet. I first came across this film on artist Lauren Raine’s beautiful blog.

 

https://newstoryhub.com/film/watch/

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Books, Books, Books

A  brief break in the Cuba travelogue to mention something about books. From today, March 5 through March 11, Smashwords, one of the distributors for Crossroad, is celebrating read an ebook week and has discounted their books by 50 percent. So now you can read any of our novels and books for 50 percent off. Here’s the code. Just enter the title of the book or our names. Some of the books appear on the right side of the blog and many excerpts can be found in the masthead.

Happy reading!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Exploring Havana!

We quickly learned that if you plan 8 things to do on a given day in Cuba, chances are you’ll get to only two or three of them. Part of this is due to the fact that everything takes time. Exchanging currency isn’t just a matter of walking in a casa de cambio or a bank. It means you spend time in line, waiting for your turn into the bank, which usually is just one or two people at a time. Finding your way around this labyrinthine city also takes time. We had a map, but until you get oriented to Havana, a map isn’t much use.

So our first night there, to get to a restaurant – El Biky – we used the GPS on my phone. I had bought a $40 passport for Cuba before leaving the U.S., which was supposed to entitle me to free texting and a certain amount of data. The next morning, I received a text message that I’d used $111 worth of data! When I called the international ATT, I was told the passport wasn’t active yet in Cuba, so the charge had been removed. Lesson 1: take nothing for granted in Cuba!

The GPS, though, got us to our restaurant and what a perfect intro it was to Cuba. It was mojito night – and Cuban cigar night for Rob, who looks like the Mad Hatter here!

The restaurant walls were decorated with old photographs like this one of an early theater.

It’s a pleasure to walk anywhere in this city. Everything is old and historic, although you also see semi-modern buses alongside a 1950s car.

We returned to our apartment – a casa particular – owned by Jose and his brother. They live downstairs, we had the entire second floor with four bedrooms, four bathrooms, a kitchen and a rooftop porch festooned with plants.

Jose offered to fix us breakfast the next morning – for 5 CUCs apiece – and what a feast it was!

Once Nick arrived at around 10 a.m., the eight of us set out to find a currency exchange place for Nick and to explore Havana and Havana Vieja – the old town.

Historic hotel – used to be the Hilton in pre-Castro days.

concert in old town – full orchestra

The bar Hemingway made famous

Rob chatting with Hemingway

We loved old Havana so much we returned on Sunday. But on Saturday, we drove to Vinales, an area three hours outside Havana. That’s the next post.

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Cuba, si!

Cuba, si! That was our battle cry, fists pumping the air, as seven of us boarded Jet Blue’s Flight 1499 from Fort Lauderdale to Havana. Our excitement was palpable and obvious.

But beneath it lurked misgivings that we, parents in our sixties, were traveling with our 27-year-old daughter and four of her friends to a country that was completely unknown to most Americans until Jet Blue’s first commercial flight to the island on August 31, 2016, the first in 55 years.  Flight 387. We were concerned we might be chasing the twentysomethings, none of whom spoke Spanish, all around Havana as they partied the nights away. Cuba, after all, is still a communist country, with spotty WiFi and Internet connections, and if they got lost or into trouble, it wasn’t as if they, like E.T., could call home.

As it turned out, Havana at any hour of the day or night is probably safer than most large cities in the U.S. The Cuban people are gracious and accommodating and deeply grateful to President Obama for opening a door between their country and ours that had been shut for more than 50 years. And the twentysomethings taught us a few things about traveling on the wild side without spending a fortune!

The island had been closed to Americans since the embargo began in 1962 but the door opened again in December 2014, when Obama and Raul Castro announced they would re-establish diplomatic relations.

Our Jet Blue Flight 1499 departed Fort Lauderdale on the morning of February 23.  We left our house at 8 a.m., drove the hour to Lauderdale, found parking in the economy parking lot at the airport, took a shuttle to the Jet Blue terminal, and arrived two hours before our 12:14 p.m. flight. We traveled under two categories – humanitarian and in support of the Cuban people, a category Obama added, broad enough to support most American travel to the island. Erin, who works with dolphins at Sea World, brought a large supply of food and medicines for an animal shelter on the island, so she qualified under the humanitarian category.

Going through check-in at the Lauderdale airport was a breeze. We encountered no resistance or questioning whatsoever. The cost of the ticket includes health insurance in Cuba. We each paid a $50 visa fee that covered us round trip. Jet Blue allows you to check one bag for free and to carry two personal items on board at no cost. The round trip ticket was $150 from Lauderdale and $120 for Nick, who joined us on Friday, February 24. The only glitch is that you can’t check in online.

The day before, we had exchanged American dollars to Canadian dollars because Cuba imposes a 10 percent surcharge on American dollars plus a 3 percent tax. We got the best deal at a local travel agency, which charged us only $5 for the exchange. The American dollar is the only currency that is penalized in that way – probably a result of a 55 year embargo. Cuban currency is two fold – CUPs for locals and CUCs for visitors. By exchanging Canadian dollars, we bypassed that 10 percent surcharge.

Once we were in the air, the flight was just 33 minutes. When we landed, the pilot announced in perfect English and Spanish Welcome to Cuba! And everyone on board applauded. Imagine it – 33 minutes and you’re in a foreign country!

Jose Marti Airport was jammed with tourists that morning. Multiple lines at immigration, more lines at customs.

We slipped into a short line and were out of there within 45 minutes. Our host, Jose, had arranged a pickup for us – two cars because Cuban cars are typically small and don’t accommodate more than 4 people.

We walked out into the main area, where many locals were holding signs for the people they were picking up and wandered round, looking for someone who held a sign that read, Casa Jose, the casa particular – private home or apartment – where we were staying. Rob finally found a woman with that sign. Maria, a friend of Jose’s, and her husband, Roberto, led us through the crowd to their taxis. Only official taxis in Cuba are permitted to carry foreigners to and from the airport and the fare per taxi is standard, set by the government – 25 CUCs. Here’s the first thing we saw as we walked outside:

Maria was terrific- informative, immediately a compadre, pointing out interesting landmarks. There, she said, is the stadium where the Rolling Stones put on a free concert a couple years back and people from all over the world came – except for Americans, unless they went through Mexico. And down that street in old Havana is where Hemingway drank with the likes of Ezra Pound, Graham Greene, and Pablo Neruda. Stuff like that.

But our first order of business was more practical – exchanging our money to CUCs, which we finally did, at a local bank. This, like everything else in Cuba, was an adventure. Banks and the Casas de Cambio – money exchange houses – are strange creatures. At the doorway of these places stands one person – usually a man in uniform who is part of a special agency in Cuba that does only this. One or two people are allowed inside the building at a time. You show your passport, your $, identify the type of currency – and they tell you the exchange rate.

If you don’t speak Spanish, however, you’re at a disadvantage. Because the country is so poor – average government workers make between $20-40 a MONTH – there may be some slight of hand, magician tricks. It happened to two people in our group.

Our host, Jose, who owns Casa Jose where we stayed, walked us to and from the bank, through fascinating neighborhoods of crumbling buildings and open doorways that led up dark, mysterious staircases to lives I can’t imagine. Yet, there’s a certain spirit of joy that flourishes in this city. I was struck by the general happiness and joy of the Cuban people, who go about their lives like the rest of us, but with a vivid, subterranean awareness that they can’t leave the island.

You don’t see boats in the harbor – not even fishing boats – because people aren’t allowed to fish in boats. The government controls the fishing industry. You can cast with a rod and reel from the seawall along the malecon– the five-mile stretch of boardwalk that borders the Caribbean- but you can’t climb over that wall, to the rocks and water below, to the freedom that lies less than a 100 miles from where you stand.

The thirst and hunger for that freedom is palpable. In fact, the perfect metaphor for this hunger for freedom, for the complexity of Havana and Cuban life, is this exquisite spiral – a staircase of a restaurant, El Biky, where we ate our first night in Havana:

Stay tuned for part 2.

 

 

 

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