The Creative Power of Neptune at 13 Degrees Pisces

Neptune was in the 12th, the Sun in the 1st and a mostly full Moon in Scorpio in the 7th, when I awoke from a dream and saw a vision of a dragon-clawed hand with a mucus-covered, newborn baby nestled in it……

Neptune at 13 Degrees takes us to New Levels of Vision

Many of you who follow me already know that I have weird dreams, and you may be asking yourself, how can it get any stranger???  Well with Neptune at 13, and 1+3 equaling 4, we are talking having these creative dreams more clearly and frequently, as well as putting them to work.  This means inventions, stories, books, art, etc., will be inspired by the misty visages that Neptune will bring to us during this season in Pisces.

J. R. R. Tolkien’s Neptune/Pluto retrograde conjunct in a 9th Gemini is basically fodder for fantasy, and he was able to take these energies and put them to work with the likes of Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit.

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Have you had any strange visions or dreams lately?  Even the one snapshot of the dragon holding the baby, or what appears to have been a dragon holding a babe, has set off an idea in my mind, which could easily be translated to an Amazon ebook, should I feel the notion or take the time to develop it — it was just that profound.

Keep in mind that if this snippet sparks a movie or TV series, I still need creative credits, even though this is just a blog…..

Drag’Ness

The newborn, though covered in slime, was remarkably beautiful and rested comfortably within the claws of her reptilian grandfather. I stared at it, surprised and almost loving it, thinking the babe’s beauty to be a miracle considering the face of the wretched creature through which it had just come, yet my seed had helped to create it.  It was part of me, and the similarity to my baby sister would have caused tears to sting my eyes, had I any left.

My bony hands grasped the dead, tree limbs that held me captive in the moldy corner of an underground lair, where I hold the unfortunate title as entertainer for a young, hybrid princess. Though half human, somehow the red princess had not received many of the characteristics of a woman, save her lust for human men.  The hag lie still on a bed made of the bones of her previous captives, seemingly content listening to the coos of the ethereal creature that I was forced to share.

A scaly intermediary turned to me after listening to the mugs and grunts of the slimy, giant king and said, “You must take her back into the land of mortals and rear her in the ways of humans, however there is one thing you will remember.  It is now summer, and she must be brought back here at this time each season, accompanied by you in order to spend time with her mother and to learn the ways of her own kind.  We will assure your transport.”

I said nothing, and felt neither joy nor sorrow as I had long since imagined that I was dead, while inside the fishy confines of the half human, dragon-beast princess.  I glanced at the wall where I had inscribed my name so that I would not forget it.  I saw the faint etchings of the name  “Fulu” and the fading out of lines where I had stopped counting the full moons.

The intermediary, sensing my disdain, decided to warn me again, pointing to my face with wet, webbed hands, “if you try to run away, we will find you.  This long-awaited child is precious and will be an ambassador between our kind and yours…..for years we have desired one such as this.”

I could not recall how long I had been in this place, yet I knew my family must have stopped searching for me by now, assuming me dead.  I glanced at the child again, partly out of curiosity, but also to show the intermediary that I had heard him, for fear that he might claw my already raw face as he had done days ago when I refused to go near the pregnant, foul-smelling bitch.  The child appeared to be quite healthy and happy, yet the tiniest nubs on either side of her back revealed her dominant lineage, and I could only imagine what these nubs would develop into, however they could be hidden for now.  

Yes, I had started to create a story and a plan for returning to the world of mortals, realizing I had no other choice.

A glimmer of hope raised its disloyal head in my heart, but was quickly overcome by the more dedicated dread that I would once again taste freedom, but have to return to this cold, wet, horrid place, knowing full well that if I ever attempted to abandon the babe and escape, I would be torn to pieces by watchers in the shadows…

RT

Morticia Addams Kills the Grinch — Dream #FanFiction….Go figure

Morticia Kills the GrinchWell, from time to time I have dreams where it’s like going to the movies.  Yes, I dream movies, but sometimes they could contain messages for people and this was a weird one…. (photos courtesy of the New Yorker Paper (Morticia) and DragoArt.com (the Grinch)

Dream Date 11/16/15

Morticia Kills the Grinch

So in this dream, Morticia Addams is at home with her family and she tells Gomez that she feels the Grinch’s energy is downgrading the rest of the worlds energy and ethics.  She has come up with a wonderful idea that they should lure the Grinch to Thanksgiving dinner and kill him with a Saturn conjunct Saturn transit.  Yes with an astrological transit (I’ll tell you how later).

Gomez asks Morticia how she will get the Grinch to come to dinner and she tells him that he loves little Cindy Lou so she will make sure her daughter Cindy Lou is there to lure him in.  Now in this dream, Wednesday is not the daughter they are referring to, it is Cindy Lou, however Cindy Lou is old like Grandmama so I don’t know if they dressed Grandmama up to look like Cindy Lou or if Cindy Lou was just their old ‘other’ daughter.

Anyhoo, the Grinch agrees to come once he discovers Cindy Lou will be there and when he arrives, he steps over all the other kids to get to Cindy Lou who is no longer little Cindy Lou, but big ass old Cindy Lou.  He seems not to notice the difference and pats her on the head in adoration.  Believe it or not, it is not twisted adoration, but as an uncle would adore his fave niece.

The Astro Room

Morticia invites the Grinch into the Astro-Room for pre-dinner chat and perhaps a cigar.  Now let me explain this room because this is where it gets weird, I mean ‘more’ weird.  It is a dark gothic room like a big, ancient library with old books, leather lounging chairs and a clear, glass ceiling where the astral bodies (planets, stars, etc.) can be clearly seen.  Any astral relations are seen as shadows on the floor, i.e. squares, conjuncts, triSaturn Transitnes, etc.  The kicker is, if you stand on the shadow that is formed by a particular transit, you will feel it many times more than what people normally feel it on earth meaning its power is amplified to kill you if it is the right type of transit and apparently Saturn conjunct Saturn is a ‘killer’ transit.

The Grinch’s Final Moments

The Grinch walks to one end of the room and Gomez and Morticia remain on the opposite end.  Morticia has timed it perfectly so that they are seconds before the Saturn conjunct Saturn transit and it is to be a surprise attack.  The Grinch looks around with his evil smile and realizes something is up and as he attempts to walk toward the door to exit the room AND their home, he steps onto a shadow on the ground which is the Saturn transit, that looks like the pic above.  The angles connect under his feet and he falls to the ground as the breath leaves his body.  Morticia is successful.

I wake up and say, “Wow.  Only me.”

RT

September 4th Dream of Abduction

Abducted?  Dream relayed as posted on my Dream Weaving and Landscapes Facebook Page

Recorded on September 4th — The Day that HiRadMat began testing new HL-LHC Collimator jaw prototypes at CERN…

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About an hour ago I had a dream that I was in a long hallway with about 200 people from all over the world. We were on a large plane with our backs to the walls versus facing the front of the plane. There are all races, nationalities and sexes aboard the plane and a young white woman, who I thought to be Russian (but without an accent), with brown, short, cropped hair, unemotionally informed us that we would be killed if we did not act according to plan.

A Middle Eastern woman who appeared to be pregnant was very ill and said that she could not sit there and she almost fainted so they marched her out of the room or plane or hallway, whatever it was that we were in, to kill her. I was sitting by a group of people and I remember the name Chantal as one of the people who was with me.

A southern, tall, caucasian man came in and said to the group that I was in, which was about 6 people, that he would be testing our ability to read his mind, and that we should not play any games. He said that he would think of 2 numbers and we should repeat the numbers that we heard so that they can test our ability to read minds.

I’m thinking to myself, I do not have this ability, not like that, but as he began to think numbers I heard all of them to include my own which were 7 and 8. I obediently repeated the numbers back to him then looked out the window at the end of the hallway and it was night time. I swear I could see the Washington Monument.

I was then in another room with various artists preparing for a concert. One artist was crying because she said that the other singer would not perform as she was instructed and that she would be killed . You know these people so I am NOT going to call their names. The Russian lady asked the rebellious singer to go into another room so that she could warn her that if she did not perform the songs the way they had instructed her to, she would be killed and then I woke up.

I typically sleep with my bedroom door closed however when I woke up I noticed that the door was open. Maybe it wasn’t a dream after all.

RT

Dream: The ‪#‎Ancestors‬ Continue to ‪#‎Speak‬ – The Old ‪#‎Rancher‬, His Wife and the Cast Iron Stove

Every dream that I post is true and not made up, which is why many times I type in the wee hours of the morning. If I do not remember something, I do not type it.

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Last night I had a dream that I posted on Facebook hours ago and then went back to sleep. As an “‪#‎AfricanAmerican‬” with both ‪#‎Native‬ ‪#‎American‬ and‪#‎European‬ ‪#‎ancestry‬, I wondered about my heritage and asked myself how could I find out more. I drifted asleep….Read More »