The Moon in Aquarius and the Sun is in Gemini. It is a number three day of communication, short journeys and relationships with siblings. Our mission Sydney is nearly complete. We have visited two key Gemini’s for birthday greeting and gift giving – completed one to one Mum instruction on scanning, saving photos and email attachments; loaded a remote access program with the capability to ensure future “mummy assistance” support; shopped; coffee-ed and made promises for the next visit. Today, we are off to another special little Gemini’s place to offer a birthday dream gift.
We ventured up the Congo line on Friday late after noon to reconnect with family. The mission has been successful so far. WE have seen some of our children and their children and are making places for other family catch ups in the near future. After the trip is completed today we are back down the slithering snake highway like a conveyer belt toward home and prepare for another working week.
It seems as though I live my life in a constant state of alternate realities. In my day job I am a mild mannered reporter for the Daily Planet and then whoosh into a phone box transform into a super hero with tights and a red cape. In this representation I am off to rescue souls in distress and ease the pain of struggling spiritual pioneers.
It is a bit confusing while working at the Daily Planet as no one recognises me or is able to see what lurks beneath the business suits or dark glasses. Do you ever wonder about people who are absent in their demeanour. They are there but not – do you know what I mean? You see someone at work – they blend it – fit the profile but then you become curious about who they really are or what drives them or even excites them – do you know what I mean? You know that deep within that glazed over exterior pulses a real person. They can fool you alright as they sit alone, they eat alone at lunchtime, they walk the streets alone – they never speak up in meetings or argue with colleagues.
I often wonder if we overlook a potential super hero or passionate screen siren – we see right through the gems while being blustered by the braggarts and forceful few. Has anyone asked Ms. Quiet Socks in the corner for her point of view? Or don’t you think that her opinion counts? What if he/she was a brilliant psychic but you kept speaking over the top of her or cut her off – would you feel like a fool when she/he is talking to Oprah about the next great concept or vision. Do we constantly underestimate people? Or is out arrogance that prevents inclusivity? I don’t know however I am positive that most of us live in alternate realities – we do have a life outside the hallways of disillusionment.
I am content living between diverse realities. I oscillate between the dross of everyday life (boo hoo) and the unlimited frontiers of my imagination. If it were not for my incredible and magical imagination then my life at the Daily Planet would swallow up my enthusiasm to create a far, far better place – a place of dreams and magical possibilities.
Speaking of magical possibilities, I’ve had this Joni Mitchell obsession going on recently. It seems as though I’ve connected with her on some unconscious level. Our playground exists in a different dimension (well it has to because I’ve not even met her in this one!). I’ve grown up with Joni and her music – her loves and her observations of life. Of course in reality she doesn’t even know I exist but in this land of far off dreams we can communicate.
Our relationship has evolved over the years. Now, we are both grandmothers experiencing life from a very different perspective to the wide-eyed teenagers a few short decades ago.
As teenagers were idealistic – Joni of course followed her muse to all outposts of her creative verve. She nurtured her muse and in return she responded – loud and clear. I on the other hand, wore the social masks of other people’s expectations – slid into society, played the game – picked up a little academia along the way and ended up working for the Daily Planet. During this journey into normalcy I enjoyed secret visitation rites with my muse keeping her locked in diaries and journals and stored beneath my bed. In turn, my muse became frustrated from the subjugation of her oppressive regime and only spoke up in quiet corners and or in special visitations.
I’m not saying that I am as creative as Joni as she is an amazing artist on many levels. We are however, both Scorpion women on a mission. We are passionate deep and sometimes unrelenting Goddesses of Metamorphosis we are ruled by the most unyielding of all oppressors, Pluto and our journey is an alchemical experience of pleasure and pain. We’ve lived a life of polar opposites and at the opposite end of the planet while experiencing mirrored realities in love, joy and the pursuit of self expression. Perhaps she is my twin sister – courageous and true battling the rite to express her inner-voice with words of integrity or a paintbox of truth. Me, on the other hand sit along in my room and wish upon the same stars enjoying the view – only dreaming of the day when I can be as brave and true as Joni.
Our paths have never crossed in the real world (as I’ve mentioned before) although I would like to think that one some level our souls have passed in a corridor of hope while venturing out onto a mystical runway or skipped together on the moons of Jupiter while waiting to return to earth. Simultaneously, dreaming of a far, far better place to nurture our essential strands of peace and love.
One day when we will return home and it seem like the mystics dream. The battles will be over and the war won for those who remain devoted to their spiritual evolution and personal truth.
Visit Joni Mitchell’s site: www.jonimitchell.com you won’t be disappointed – it’s a magical playground and a testament to one woman’s must placed high upon a pedestal.
Peace and Love,