|Rider Waite Deck|
My girl walked in my room chatting and suddenly stopped speaking. I looked up to see why the sudden silence and she looked baffled. “What? I asked her “There’s a little white dog curled up on your tummy! “She told me as if I could see it. “Is it a terrier?” I asked. “I think so, it’s got wiry white hair and it’s a puppy and happy, really cute.”
White dog seen on my lap (fool card)?
10:31 PM – 22 Sep 2016
The Fool is shown at the beginning of his journey with unlimited potential. The sun rising up behind him represents the beginning of his journey. He is facing northwest, the direction of the unknown. He is looking upwards, toward the sky, or Spirit. He is about to step off a cliff into the material world but is he prepared? He has all the tools and resources he needs in the bag on his staff but he has not opened the bag yet. The white rose in his left hand represents purity and innocence. He has a guardian in the little white dog who will protect him throughout his journey but who will also push him to learn the lessons the Fool came here to learn. The mountains behind the Fool represent the realms of Spirit that he has just left and will spend his life trying to regain. https://www.biddytarot.com/tarot-card-meanings/major-arcana/fool/
Well, it’s no surprise really, I still feel like I’m up in the air and not landed yet. You can say my psyche is really just replaying images I’ve thought about and recreating them in my night dreams. Thing is, I’ve learned in the past when I’ve dismissed dreams that I considered too similar to what I’ve experienced/witnessed in waking life to link to divine messages; I WAS WRONG. Perhaps things are aligned to really smack us on our ass to feel the smart reality of our duality “as above so below.”
The Dream: I’m with my sister M and we’re in a neighborhood that seems like there’s no life it’s desolate and dry you can see the dust blowing across the dusty streets. I’m leaving flyers for my real estate business and I feel like I’m upon hard times a little tatty. I go into a gate that leads to the front door as I do I see a black limo screech into the street and a young man in black glasses and a dirty dress shirt gets out in a hurry (I feel he’s also a real estate agent) I see he also has fallen upon hard times but I’ve been already two steps ahead of him in this area. I knock on the door, but it opens and I go in (I feel I know the homeowners). They’re not home and my little sister looks at me tired and I’m exhausted too. I fall on the couch just a few moments is dire for me in order to catch my strength my sister makes herself cozy on the pull out bed. A big brown dog lays heavily on my back and I sigh relief because it’s almost feels like “I’ve got your back, go rest.” I feel so thankful that “I’m allowed” these few moments. There’s someone knocking at the door. It’s the young man and the dogs are barking mad and I know he can see me thru the window but I’m so exhausted I don’t care if I’m hauled off to jail I have nothing to give but drool on the pillow. He leaves. I think I sleep for sometime and then I hear the homeowners car, I wake up M and try to sneak out but it feels unscrupulous and I decide not to hide my presence. I feel awkward because I’m barefoot and I see many people come follow the homeowners who brought the party home with them and they don’t mind I’m there even include me as a guest and I feel odd without my shoes but thankful I hadn’t upset anyone.
I just learned this month (sept 6th) that my friends who rent me this sweet house I live in, must sell it and although my youngest son predicted exactly that this summer, I didn’t want to believe he was right again on his innocent declarations. Moving is brutal but even more so when you’ve experienced the crappiest living experience prior to coming to live in this lovely Eden. It was my first apartment living as a single mom and it was cheap and nice enough but the walls were thin and moldy. How I got this house is a miracle . . . we’ll get to that later.
For now, I had to get my house ready today for the photographer and she was early! I had to push myself last night after a day of chauffeuring kids to school projects all over town (in which I saw a limo and laughed) and this morning to get it physically spotless and clutter free on time. How I did it is beyond me with a sinus infection or who knows what that was making me ill! She came in and I wanted to cry in the joke the universe was playing on me WHEN I SPOTTED HER SHIRT:
|Okay Universe I’m trusting!|
I thought of the Judgement card immediately! Oh… Gabriel’s Horn.
The Judgement card shows a number of naked men, women and children rising up from their graves, arms outspread and responding to the trumpet call of the archangel, Gabriel, who hovers high above them. The people are appealing to the angel, ready to be judged by the power of the Universe. In the background, there are huge mountains, or even tidal waves, which signify insurmountable obstacles and the impossibility of avoiding judgment. The ocean represents the end of the river that flows through the Major Arcana, starting with the Empress. Gabriel’s banner is red on white, the same as the Magician’s clothing. As with everything in life, the beginning is woven irrevocably into the end and the end eventually leads to a new beginning. The planetary ruler of this card is Pluto, the ruler of the underworld.
I told her I liked her shirt and she told me she received it by being a volunteer. I told her it reminded me of the prayers I have out to my angels to find another home so lovely as this and having her show up in it gave me peace as I suddenly started feeling reality hit me. “You know that happened to me recently, I was at a spiritual conference in a pretty location but my memory sticks weren’t unloading all the wonderful photos I’m supposed to share with the convention attendees and I almost gave up.” She says “I looked up at the sky and said, “Angels you guided me here and I can’t believe I can’t do my job now! “Why did you bring me here if I can’t succeed I need help!” She says not even 5 min later a woman came up to her and said ,”Hi, I’m a photographer too, do you need any help?”
Honestly, I can kiss this woman right now! How can I feel like I’m not protected! I was so bothered by her being early as I was rushing to lug things into the garage that had I not gotten over “my needs not being met”and not offered her my time as a person (with a soul lol), I wouldn’t have seen how she soothed my needs and we ended up chatting and enjoying each other as we waited for the agent to show up (I did have to pull grace out of me though and say to myself “she’s innocent and not part of MY fear/problem/issue). She also shared how she left Hawaii (living there for many years happily) after her daughter called her from California “Mom, I’m only having 2 grandkids and that’s it.” She looks at me and says “I tell this to you Erica because, after that, my husband and I decided to move here to see them grow up and leave everything we knew and had to start all over, and it was hard; but worth it! LIFEGUARD on duty!!!!!
Okay! let’s dive into my mind. I KNOW I must use what I’ve learned from the past from all these divine life choices and destinations. I know we are divine creators and when we are thoughtful caring souls we help not just ourselves, but those around us (If this house sells my friends gain revenue she deserves and the new homeowner gains an angels infused home and I . . . Therefore, must judge “myself” on how to handle obstacles. I believe in a higher power and know from my past that God is a loving one, a protector and my ultimate guide. To get more insight to what I mean and how it aligns with what I already preconceived as my next “ascension assignment” read the meaning of the Judgement card https://www.biddytarot.com/tarot-card-meanings/major-arcana/judgement/
How I got my home. I was living in a cheap but nice enough apartment having just moved out of married life. I hardly had any money and insisted on a 2 bedroom for the kids but really could only afford a one bedroom. When my mother saw my new apartment online she said, “it’s nice, but you won’t stay there for long.” This oddly didn’t bring me peace of mind “what are you kidding packing and downsizing and unloading was killing me (having to do it 4 times over 3 years BY MYSELF even while married). My sister flies down to help me, she too walks in and says “it’s cute Erica, but you’re not staying long or as long as your lease.” They were right because mold started to grow on the walls and the property management lied when they claimed, “they fixed it.”
Three months after that “mold eliminated” service ticket was completed, it came back! I was furious that they would harm my kids by not really resolving it. I wrote a letter and was off to have it notarized when my friend Lorri stopped me. “Where are you going?” I spun around slowly “oh off to tell my apartment manager I want a new apartment and no more mold!” She threw her head back and laughed at me and I was looking at her like “I thought we were friends!” She flashed her gorgeous hazel eyes and said, “listen we just bought a house with a house in back, do you want it?”
The day before Thanksgiving I received a text from the realtor that my house will be off the market until March; gratitude overbounds! The dog in the dream did let me rest, I was protected and although I worked hard to not block the sale in any way by keeping flexible and leaving my house in “perfect” model home ready, I now have time and sacred space to dedicate my prayers to Standing Rock and all water watchers as “Judgement Day” has begun!