Things continue to move ahead for me, in no small part due to the encouragement and support from Dad and his wife Sunny, and my very close aunt, Rev. Emily Preston, a/k/a Revvie. My level of personal organization, a source of life-long limitation for me, has continued to improve, as shown by my recent victory over a mold infestation in my apartment that had resulted in a Health Department citation to my landlord.
Things are also moving ahead in the spiritual realm. I have had as many as a dozen significant dreams in the last couple of years, at least one of them important enough that, in combination with a meditation vision I experienced when visiting Glendalough Monastery in Ireland 20 years ago, I can use it in a visualization sequence to keep myself focused on awakening as the new and whole being originally intended at the time of my birth.
It’s an exciting time, perhaps all the moreso given the airframe resistance presented by my chronic medical issues of kidney failure and lymphoma.
In dreams, tarot readings, and omens, I read myself like a map of stars and mountains. I have a strong relationship with the coyote, the sideways walking, backpedaling, resilient, confounding and self-defeating wild dog whose range seems undiminished by the most determined predations of anthropogenic industry. An example of this is the string of current events in my homeopathic treatment. I have treated myself with over-the-counter homeopathic remedies for many years, and recently decided I needed professional guidance in my use of this important pharmacopoeia. During the intake, the doctor listened to me carefully, so deeply I actually felt unsettled by it. He wanted to know all my inner and outer topographies to guide his choice of a remedy, and it was a good one, leading me, I felt, to a series of epiphanies on the subjects of of responsibility and accomplishment, where often the heart of the matter rests by which rhythms an entire lifetime is danced.
But then I started my characteristic waffling, and inconstancy. I’ve had a lot of chaos in recent months with the auto accident that resulted in six days of hospitalization in May, and the apartment mold infestation which required a great effort to overcome. I had some trouble making promised payments to Dr. Jonas, and had to postpone followup consultations. By the time he and I finally sat down after the second administration of the remedy, I was unable to remember my physical and oneiric responses to it. He was clearly frustrated and disappointed, and responded by providing me with his fall back prescription of a remedy for….. MY LYMPHOMA, which I really needed very much right now. Those little nodules on my neck and groin have been growing, while pain has escalated (not too much, but noticeably) in other, more obscure quarters of my body.
COYOTE 13, LYMPHOMA 12.
That’s how it goes, and I’m gonna sidewind it over that mountain ridge and have a talk with that cactus that said it would wait for me.
Meanwhile my friends, let’s remember other important things, like why the United States is really in Afghanistan.
No less significantly, Barlcay is due to go shopping soon. He has his list of needed items, including more toilet-safe drain opener and, well, pajamas, and you might really miss out on some major soul guidance for yourself if you don’t catch our next Clown Soiree.
And it is really very nice to have you with me tonight.