Dreaming of Cancer Sun 🌙

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Oh cancer season. I want to share a few scattered thoughts about this energy.

Planets behave as we behave. The emotional nature of the moon is manifested most openly through cancerian energy. The birth of the emotional element of the zodiac brings to mind the things required of us to be whole, knowing the inner and outer layers of consciousness and subconsciousness. The sun casts its shadow on the surface of the moon, so our conscious awareness is ultimately connected to our emotional responsiveness.

What instantly comes to mind when I think about cancer energy is that scene from Belly (1998) of Keisha (Taral Hicks) laying across the bed in utter comfort and deep dark blue aesthetic:

keisha Taral Hicks, Belly (1998)

This! Pure cancer aesthetic right here. The fittedness of the blue wavy texture. The darkness of the room, the snugness of the bed, the feeling of sinking into comfort…

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Corrupt Police Trying To Make Chiana A Sex Slave?

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Last night I woke up one or more times needing to urinate but I did not feel like getting out of bed so I kept going back to sleep, I remembered some dreams but I would forget them after going back to sleep, and so now I can only remember part of the end of my last dream.

The end of this dream was partly inspired by Episode 1 (Eye Of The Beholder) of the television show Fear The Walking Dead (Season 3), which I watched last night.

All that I can remember of the end of this dream from last night is that it took place during the day, and I was in the front of my parent’s yard when I heard and saw a disturbance going on up the street between a male police officer with light-color skin with dark hair wearing maybe a…

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Leo Planets and Writing Forecasts for Yourself: Dreams of Curing Caner

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Though I have not mentioned this before, one fact is true about my astrology forecasts: I often write them for myself.

Any astrologer who truly believes that their forecasts are “neutral” and “unbiased” is a bit of a fool.  The fact is that, despite our best efforts, biases of different kinds creep in.  This is why I always set my charts for Plano, Texas (where I am located) rather than New York or London or Los Angeles.  (Exceptions do exist.  A railroad crash in Philadelphia is set in Philadelphia, where the event occured.)

Knowing this, I embrace it rather than reject it.  I have several Leo planets in my natal chart, and that can make me “self-centered.”  But it also means I recognize a “self-centeredness” that many have, but fail to recognize or acknowledge.

I wrote last night, for today’s forecast, these words:  “You will have an important hint…

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Nemesis Next II

jbuss Astrology

A reader contributes a Dream…

I was with my first lover (we had a very sweet relationship, but I got married to someone else and though we tried to keep our friendship, it went sour towards the end)… in the dream we held each other and it was very sweet and intimate and a feeling of pure joy and happiness being there in their arms.  And in my dream I said to my daughter… I have never loved anyone as much as I loved them… if my parents were not completely against me marrying them we would have been together.

“I don’t think I have any regrets of not marrying them… I would not have been where I am, and my parents may have been right as to stereotype what my life would have been like with them… but who can tell what anything coulda/woulda been right?”

Yes, Dreams…

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Message: Midheaven

Living Life in Between

So a 48 hour reprieve and I woke in tears again this morning. I wanted to write an extremely short post that said, “I can’t take it anymore. Goodbye.”  But then thought it might be taken the wrong way. Can’t have that, right? This agonizing, torturous whatever-it-is that I and others are going through reminds me of scenes from movies where they are torturing people to get them to confess. First they take off each finger nail, then the fingers, then the whole hand. In between the agony they make you feel like it’s going to be okay, it’s over and you can relax but just when you do they come at you smiling and say, “What’s next? How about we strangle you for a while?” lol

For some reason I am reminded of the film, The Railway Man, and the torture scenes from it. Great movie. For me…

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Treatise

Trudi Murray Art and Illustration

Black and white illustration of a male modelI had a dream last night in which someone wondered out loud to me, accusingly and in front of a sneering crowd, whether being an artist was indulgent. It was one of those naked in public dreams, you know the sort. In the dream, shocked and feeling attacked, I ran out into the garden, crying, and wriggled my toes in the grass and stretched up to the sky (like in a Sun Salutation!), as if to demonstrate that I belonged in this world. It was a little unsettling, as dreams go.

I suppose when you’re in the business of making art you are naked all the time (I’m not actually naked sitting here at my desk writing this, I am wearing jeans and a t-shirt and a cardigan covered in cat hair and stripey socks, just to let you know). Putting work out there, on the internet and in real life, is the…

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The Pen Is Not Mightier

Out of Line

Zeno had a vision in primary colors, not a dream. It occurred a few days before he was due to be sentenced to the minimum security federal penitentiary at Lompoc, California. The horse trading had concluded and the deal was done. He whinnied like a lame also-ran. The government took everything he owned and sent him to jail for baking delicious cookies, cupcakes, and all-natural granola. Not even his collection of lucky pennies inherited from Joe Avirgan was spared. The judge with the porky snout explained how fortunate he was to get such a good deal. Reliable waves from the Pacific Ocean he would never get to hear or feel for the duration were only a mile away. In a Texas prison, he’d be serving twenty years with scorpions. His coupled lawyers made out like bandits as they heartily shook his hand and slipped him dead skin. The dream was…

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Joseph Joestar’s Military Training In Italy?

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I went to bed very late last night and I woke up late this morning and I did not voice record my dreams during that time, and so now I can barely remember part of my last dream from last night which was confusing and unclear.

The dream seemed to be inspired by me watching several Japanese anime (animated) television shows on Cartoon Networks’sAdult SwimToonami lineup, and this dream involved parts of a Japanese anime television show season of JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure that ended last week called JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure (Season 1) (Battle Tendency).

All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that it involved the animated character Joseph Joestar from the Japanese anime television show JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure (Season 1) (Battle Tendency) , the military, military education and training, Italy, the Italian language, military vehicles, what looked like the side…

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underworld, allies, jung, and the seagull…

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nightmares from hell last night. of course. the moment i step out of the underworld, the underworld finds me in my dreams. yesterday was a great day at my internship and afterward i had a great conversation with a friend, getting my thirst for talking about ideas satiated and also feeling inspired by photography. read the “red book” on the bus and was moved as usual, by jung’s words. felt excited to be doing the work i am doing, which is not always the case with me, as i continually face reluctance and imbalance. it was one of those days where everything in my life felt right and on track, even though i did not feel so hot in my skin, as it’s been a week since i did my yoga practice. so…of course i have the most fucked up dreams ever about the core darkness that rules my psyche…

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what are dreams made of

yaskhan

A megrim crocheted in a whimsical fantasy
The manifestation of subconscious mind in sleep
Taking over from conscious speculation of day time
A break from reality, releasing the tired mind
As delusions, aberrations wear out the day.

An expression of wish, that one unconsciously wants
A phantasm of imagination to look forward
Clouding the night vision with vagaries, whims that unfold
From the deep recesses of the mind, illusions unveil
Hopes, aspirations, that refuse to go away, surface..

In the comatose state of the physique, quiescent visions
Dormant yearnings spill forth in this soporific state
The body in opiate mode, the brain ebullient

Dreams are beacons of optimism, soul’s breath..

#Quatorzaine

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My Brother CC Gets A Job Burying Bodies?

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I am not sure how many dreams these are from last night so I will type them as two dreams, there were too many details and I do not feel like spending all night typing everything, and so I will try to shorten the details if I can to maybe an overview if I am lucky.

For the second night in a row one of these dreams involved burial, which is strange and interesting, and so I looked up what one dream dictionary had to say about: burial.

Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that it was day and I was possibly with a group of people (maybe a school or college or some kind of group) and maybe some of my family, and we were possibly touring some locals businesses that were owned by a family led…

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