Let’s say you’re betrayed in some way. My husband and I deal with this, differently. I will flat out tell a person, look. I don’t trust you anymore. I will say those words. I will also say, “I don’t want to deal with you, and I am not going to deal with you.” That will be […]
I continue to develop my ideas about past lives. It’s unexpected because my thoughts on this topic have been more or less stable all my life. It’s not that I’ve not believed in them. I’ve never disrespected people who consider past lives, but I have never found the concept useful, personally. My chart is pretty
X-rayed is discussing my sister’s eye for fashion on The Gold Hat Lives On. I was going to respond but decided to make a post of this. My sister was obsessed with fashion, from birth. We actually published a “family newspaper”. This was news that took place, in the middle of the desert where we lived.
It’s been a long time since I wrote about my hologram, but Mercury is and will be highly emphasized over these next few months. Things come to mind and some of them seem worth sharing. I’ve used the phrase, “mistake of the intellect” which tracks to astrologer, James Braha, who I greatly respect. He states
This is what happened to the Gold Hat, Dracula gave me: Freaking hapless, I’ll tell you.
“He bought me a hat,” I told my sister, in regards to this man I was dating. We called him, Dracula. (see Dating Dracula) “The Scorp?” “Yeah.” “Well I’ll be damned.” She stopped and yelled to her husband (also a Scorpio): “The major bug bought Elsa a hat! A hat, can you believe it? Not
This idea is not mine. It was shared with me and I was told it was real and factual: a person dies twice on this plane. The first death occurs when their physical body dies. The second death occurs the last time someone speaks their name or thinks of them. I was assured this was
This is a series of posts, I wrote in 2007. Real life vignettes. Enjoy! ~ One ~ Mercury The Trickster My husband and I on the phone circa 2007. We’re talking about a time I tried to kill him (and his crotch) with a motorcycle helmet. He was dancing with a girl, right in front
