TUESDAY MORNING:
I visited a lot of the
places that I had discussed with my Soul Sister. At one point we surely were
involved again in a heist. She alone seemed to know what was going on. The
remainder of the dream was vague and indistinct. It was probably clear while I was
having it, but it was not so afterwards. The imagery was beginning to be
childlike. It reminds me of Spyro the Dragon, especially the Haunted Tower.
Perhaps this is a Rilkean dream, drawing on that same Leo principle that Jung
did: that kid’s stuff is what dreams are made of. In plain: there was a
youthful spontaneity and optimism captured in the Dream that, like so many
Platonic forms, adult life in this culture does not live up to. And I am ready,
apparently, to shed the pretense and to become one with my own emotions and
needs. I can trust the hippie dream to lead me past the fears and desires that
were conditioned by the traitors and bullies of the past. I can become again
the Pirate I was all ways meant to be: a symbol of Freedom, not of servitude. I
can actualize my North Node by living out of my Tenth House, and that Cancer
energy, by its fortuitous placement in my Midheaven, will not act against me as
the South Node. It will love and nurture myself, the world, and my career,
which is after all governed by that North Node: Capricorn. And I can use what
would have otherwise been awful cosmic luck as the opportunity to actualize a
self that outshines most stars. And I must only shed the temptation, imposed
from without (as though to defy it were a temptation) to let this become an
excuse for the oppressors of the past to fall into their own karma, living out
of a South Node that does them no good, only because they have not been so
blessed (and so cursed) as I have been throughout this entire lifetime.
This is how I shall
live.
This is how I shall
love.
All is going according
to a Higher Plan.
Dm.A.A.
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