Happy birthday September 23, 2008
Posted by Liz Mead in : Matters Blue , add a commentWhen Bloke and I shared an early birthday years ago – his in September and mine in October- I commissioned an astrological (natal) chart for us both. It was done by a delightful guy from Queensland, David, a friend of my sister. I listened to it yesterday, in my car, whilst driving to work.
A Natal chart shows the planets in each of the 12 houses governing our relationships, our careers, our family and our home etc. As a Libran coming up to a birthday this month, it was like listening to a report card at the end of term.
Am I doing well? Meeting my potential? Have things happened the way they should, the way he said they might? Is there anything in this science of the stars?
My own proclivity for things “other worldly” apparantly grows out of some innate skills I was born with – psychic and intuitive skills and a strong connection to higher learning or arcane wisdom. I believe these skills get a “kick along” as a result of events in life that skew, threaten or validate our belief system. Transforming events like marriages, like deaths, like separations, or fortuitous events that guide or help us further along the path and push us up or out to another level. Events that align us to a truer purpose or message.
Librans are all into alignment – we like to balance, straighten, organise and collaborate to get things right. There’s a bunch of us at work, all coming up for birthdays this month ( proof that the traditional Christmas holidays, occuring 9 months before, are an annual festival of baby making across all generations).
Yesterday, I met with one of my fellow librans and 2 librarians to talk about a collaborative knowledge and research program using Wiki technology Our aim is to build on the information associated with one person and one event, so that the organisation creates a storehouse of connected ideas and stories, threaded together as knowledge.
Some spiritual practitioners believe there is compendium of arcane wisdom referred to as the Akashic Records. It is a warehouse of wisdom, life purpose, lessons and stories lived by the brave souls who trod the earth one day light years before and after us Yet, we get to tap into that shared wisdom through our dreams, through divination; they appear as flashes of insight, archetypal art and myth or random co-incidences and events of synchronicty.
I’ve always found Librarians to be a “higher form” in the workplace. I find them gentle, clever, kind, insightful and generous, in pursuit of truth and knowledge. There’s something noble about that pursuit.
Our librarians live in a glass library. Above the library a void reaches skyward, passing through, and surrounded by 3 floors of open-space-workstations, in other words, there are no walls anywhere. Central to the building, the library is a testament to learning and education. In reality, these poor darlings who work beneath the void, are battling noise overload, as they sift through the brittle static and crackle that comes with worker conversations in the air above and around them.
So as I listened to the whirring crackling noises emanating from my car tape deck this morning, I sifted through the information housed in this astrological reading. David, although a young man, has also died in the ntervening years. And as his voice reached me over the air waves, making predictions based on my natal chart, I got a chill. Yes, he portentiously predicted the inevitable separation of a significant man in my life 11 years from the date of the recording.
But in that whirring and crackling noise that accompanied this kind and encouraging reading, I realised we’re all connected in cycles, waves, sound, light, learning, truth and knowledge. The wisdom plays out through us, around us, in us and over us, again and again and again.
So to all my libran companians and all the splendid teachers and wise librarians in the world, may your road be wide and long and bring you home safely and wiser for the journey you’re on.
Dreaming the Blue Lynx March 7, 2008
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The best time of the day for me is early in the morning. At the still point of time between waking and sleeping. And a time I spend in quiet thought – usually on a dream I’ve just woken from.
This week I dreamt of a blue lynx, nudging me as I walked alone along a path in a forest – archetypal and totemic for sure. It was a lynx with its characteristic flat face, tufted ears and big paws. A lynx just like the one I thought I saw in Canada last year.
On the Icefield Parkway in Banff National Park, Canada last year I saw a wolf. It walked past the car I was in. It was so close I could have easily touched it. It eye-balled me so calmly I stopped scrambling for my camera and just looked. My first thought was that it was a lynx even though I’ve never seen a lynx or live wolf before. When the French first settled Canada, though, they too thought a lynx was a cross between a domestic cat and wolf. So no surprises there.
But here I was dreaming of it. Why? I’ve been confronted and comforted many times by my dreamscapes. Some portend events, like swirling rivers in New Orleans or crashing planes into towers. Others simply process information and food! The difference seems to be that the ‘big’ dreams occur in times of personal change or crisis.
I did a Google search which revealed that a multi-lingual recruitment agency, called Blue Lynx operates in Europe. This was strangely comforting given my desire to change work. I wonder if dream language qualifies?
The Lynx symbology, my second Google search revealed, was probably more useful. The Lynx is honoured in a number of mythologies in Finland, Africa, Greece and the Americas. It is a totem of clairvoyance, vigilance and personal power. Because of her beauty, the African Lynx was beloved by the Northern Star who assumed human form to marry her. In 17th Century Italy the Academy of the Lynxes, of which Galileo was a member, was dedicated to the search for truth and the fight against superstition.
This totem Lynx teaches when to speak and when to hold silence – a great lesson for me who is figuring out the right level of engagement in my current workplace.
Mythology tells us Lynx got her flat face when she tried to jump through a wall chasing one of her forest buddies, another pertinent lesson for one who keeps hitting her head against a brick wall at work.
Wolf or lynx, dream or waking doesn’t really matter. My blue moment lynx reminds me to trust my intuition and inner eye more than surface information. Although vigilance and suspicion are valuable tools, the secret for me, right now is to just slow things down so as to really eye-ball the events and people that cross my path.
Once you really look at a situation you can see everything as it is, not as you wish it to be. I am where I am because I’m meant to be here.There’s no hidden meaning or reason for things that I can’t figure out for myself. This lynx dream also reminds me thatI have all the personal power I need to do just that.
And for the record, I do believe it was a Lynx in Canada just pretending to be a wolf.
Sweet dreams
