Cancer for the Week

Sometimes it makes sense for you to be conservative and cautious and skeptical of novelty. A periodic immersion in the slow-motion approach helps you maintain a strong center of gravity and allows you to be true to yourself in the face of the pressure you get to be like everyone else. The past few weeks have been such a time for you, Cancerian. Soon, though, you’ll begin to feel urges to take some risks, instigate fresh trends, and express yourself with more daring and expansiveness. Are you game?

I think that’s a dare… Oh dear. ust got bitch slapped by the tail of end of Mercury Retrograde. *sigh* Not feeling very adventurous at the moment but I’m sure I’ll feel better by nightfall.

Geesh.

I am howerver looking forward to Saturday. Not the 4 hour photo shoot for an ungrateful client but the Witches Masquerade Ball. Oh yes! The dress is finished. I tried to take pictures but they were all crap so maybe I’ll get some good ones this weekend.

And remember? Micheal will be there. Had some very interesting discussions with my pendulum last night. I don’t believe it, I think it’s lying. But oh goodness, what if it wasn’t??? I can hardly wait to see what happens. If nothing else, there are going to friends there I know and friends I haven’t met and it should a lot of fun.

Oh! I didn’t tell you what my costume theme/character is. Since the dress is a pseudo historic gown I’m going to put a fetish necklace around my neck, some charms off my belt, make myself pale and drawn, and put a loose noose around my neck and rope bracelets. Since my hair is short and white I plan on attempting to make it look as thought it was hacked off as a punishment… I’m going as one of the dead Salem witches. I haven’t decided if I want to be Rebecca Nurse or Goody Good. Perhaps Bridget Bishop. She was the first to die and since Bridget is a name I go by sometimes, yes, maybe that is it. Gotta go find instructions on how to tie a noose. Kind of freaky in it’s own way…

Message Received

I was napping yesterday when The Forgiven called and left a message saying all is forgiven on his side too and he is glad we can move on.  I said in my message that I didn’t know if it meant we would or could be friends but that I simply didn’t want to be enemies another minute.  He said he would respect which ever way that I go with that but that he doesn’t want to be enemies either. It was very nice message.  I’m not up to talking with him per se so I think I’ll send a thank you email for now.  I’m just so exhausted from this weekend.  Just exhausted.  And I have a lot of work to do in the next two days.

My neck cricked up again and I am seeing my acupuncturist later this morning. Horrible headache last night, woke me up at 2am and after taking my Maxalt I waited a long time for it to pass and to fall back asleep.  And it’s there in a residual way this morning.

Even though the processing is incredibly good, it pays to remember that stress wigs my body out no matter what.  I know that the self care today will make it go away.

I have one design finished and another in my head for this current client.  Hopefully by tomorrow evening I will send them both off for review and selection.

It’s hard to be creative when your head and neck are freaking out.  I’m so tired I don’t even have the energy to rail at Sarah Palin and her stupid accusations this morning.  “Pals around with Terrorists.”  What a bitch.  Yeup, that’s all I got.

Breakthrough ~ 51%

It finally happened.  I finally forgave myself for loving, and hating, The Forgiven.  *heavyrelievedsigh*

I’ve left a message for The Forgiven (the current new name for the ex, no more Narcissus) and hope that when he returns my call, he’s that kind of person, he most likely will, I hope that we can both say truce. Done.  Forgiven.  Let’s move on and be okay in each other’s space.

It has been a very long and difficult road to get here.  The last week as been perhaps one of the most intense of them. Lots of tears.  Lots of awareness of my feelings no longer serving me.  But I was also feeling frustrated, why was it taking so long?  I think three people have said to me this week “You have to forgive yourself, love yourself.”  See, can’t even type that without tears.  And while it makes sense and I heard them on an intellectual level, it is a thousand miles to travel from the head to the heart and I had a few more steps to take to get here.

Last night I went to the 25th wedding anniversary for some friends.  I knew almost everyone there.  This was the Heart Family from the Jeshua channeling I go to.   I was grateful to be there, to feel so surrounded by people who love me no matter what.  It was an honor and a joy to be part of their celebration, a  celebration that was really inspiring. See, J and T celebrated their 25th Anniversary with her first husband.  He spoke of his life with J and when J and T were brought to stand in a heart of flowers, R stood in it with them. T himself put J between them. So much love.  It was really quite amazing.  J had intense dislike for R for 5 years.  Knowing who she is now and that she used to hate has been a beacon of hope for me in these months, knowing that it would pass but feeling despair at times over the emotion of it. Oh, darn it, there are the tears again.  It is all about love and forgiveness, I simply couldn’t go on much longer without it surrounded by the healing energy of it all.

One of the fellows there, Eric, reads aura’s.  He sees dead people and he doesn’t really consider either gift a gift.  It causes him distress actually.  He was reading auras for folks last night and he read mine.  And while he was hesitant to tell me what he saw he did tell me. And I was not surprised in the least.  While he said I have lots of beautiful colors, lots of blues and greens and yellows (which is very good), that there are very disturbing and frightening spikes. Muddy red and black spikes that project over a foot out from my physical body.  Not as bad as the last time he saw me, thank goodness, but still pretty unsettling to see he said.  And I could feel them.  I don’t read auras but I read energy in other ways and if you were to ask me at any given moment I could tell you if those spikes were there or not.  And they were there last night.

I visited this website on auras just now and it says that black pulls in energy and “usually indicates long term unforgiveness” and muddied red is anger.  No lie.  The black was especially bang on accurate.

The Forgiven (TF) introduced me to these people.  So when I see them, go to their events, I would always think of TF.  I would get nervous that he would be there.  I would get mad all over again.  I would have arguments with him in my head.  The hamster was running her little legs off in that wheel.  And the spikes would be just huge.  It happens at OLOTEAS too.  And sometimes while I’m making dinner or cleaning the bathroom.

Eric and I talked for a very long time and eventually he and I and Jackie went to his hotel room and continued our conversation.  We talked about a lot of stuff eventually but at first I did a lot of talking and crying. Eric rubbed my feet, pulling all that energy out of me, and Jackie cuddled next to me, all of us on the uber comfie hotel bed.  As Eric rubbed my feet the crying finally started to stop.  We moved on to other topics.  At 1:30 I finally drove home singing my heart out to the Dixie Chicks.

I awoke this morning and felt like total shit.  Totally hungover, emotional hangover.  All the crying and staying up way past my bed time.  I thought I just can’t face another day of how I’ve been feeling and I asked Jeshua to come and tell me what I needed to do to move on.  “Forgive yourself.  I love you.”  Now I’m crying again.  And I cried and cried and cried.  And I feel clean.  Empty of the pain and hate and rage.  Just clean and empty.  And done.   All that shit is gone.  It is well and truly gone.  And I know without a shadow of a doubt that I won’t be going back to that.

I really simply can’t stand being mad for one more day.  The scales finally tipped in the other direction.  How much I wanted it to be over and to feel better finally outweighed how much I wanted to be mad.  Oh thank god.  I finally got to 51% of wanting to be free of anger and hurt.  Until you get to 51% you simply can not change.  It’s impossible.  That 1% makes all the difference in the world.

I called Jackie and let her know what had happened.  She will pass that on to the others.  I left a message for The Forgiven.  He needs to be forgiven, he needs to know he is.  And I really really need to do it and to say it to him.  There isn’t a lot I want to tell him about the process or why I just want to tell him I finally got there.  And because he is who he is, a gentle soul, he will be glad of it.  He is a lot of things, as are we all, but he is first and foremost a creature of nature outside of his element and he has a good heart.

Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.  I know that the spikes are gone.  I can’t even tense my shoulders.  I feel it the minute I start and my shoulders just drop.  Here’s to breaking old habits that no longer serve me.  And I suspect here’s the end of the debilitating headaches of the last 6 months.

So Mote It Be

I Am The Egg Man

Back in May I had a dream.  After all these years of dreaming my dreams and doing what I can to interpret them, I believe that my dreams aren’t all that opaque.  They are pretty straight forward in the symbolism.  And yesterday afternoon I realized that this new interest is, in fact, The Egg Man from this dream (including the stubble).

There are some similarities to my last relationship that are a bit disconcerting as well.  A tendency towards illness, slovenliness, and too many meds that impact too many things.  All in all a charming man, as was Narcissus, lots of good smiles and some fun.  But fundamental, foundational things are just sadly lacking. 

It’s too bad because The Egg Man is a good communicator.  He talks; about himself, his life, his stories.  And while I love a man who can talk and be honest and I do love to listen if he actually has something to say, The Egg Man hogs the conversation time and shows only interest in himself.  One, maybe two questions about me.  Hasn’t shown much interest in who I am. And that’s cool.  Continue reading