The Priestess, Purple Snowflakes and a Ganesha Pocket Watch

Probably since Neptune started approaching my Asc way back in 2010, I started having vivid and epic dreams that I could remember. Lately these dreams have become hugely epic. 
Probably because Neptune has been lulling my Sun and Mars for a couple of years now.

I find it interesting how homeopathic remedies and flower essences weave through my dreams and bring messages from the ephemeral realms.

As I mentioned in my previous post, for a week or so I have been taking Olea Europea 200CH and I started dreaming about Malta. Now form last Saturday it was the turn of Carcinosin LM3…and Sacred Frankincense (Boswellia Sacra) essential Oil. The last time I took Carscinosin 200CH I dreamt very frequently about Malta, the sea, yellow rocks and cliffs.

Saturday I dreamt about my mother and my sister. We were somewhere in a house near the sea, in Malta. Probably we were in a harbour area. Nothing really particular except of dreaming both my sister and my mother together in the same dream.

However Sunday’s night dream falls under the vivid and mystical dreams filing cabinet. Probably because after Carcinosin I added a smear of Sacred Frankincense on top of my mouth’s roof and drifted to sleep with it in my mouth.

I remember the dream from the point where I was doing grocery shopping at my favourite organic shop in Italy. There were sweet desert samples to taste. Sort of coconut balls of various colours and flavours. I took the orange and white one. The brown ones, the chocolate ones, I avoided cause I knew that if I took it I would not sleep for three days.

Then there was a cannolo to taste. I toke a bite but I spat it out because I noticed it was wheat pastry… and I can’t eat wheat.

I put the grocery in the car and drove away. 

I arrived at a beautiful parking place near the sea. I knew it was Malta. The parking was exactly on the rocks leading on to the sea. On both left and right there were the huge yellow cliffs.

The sea was a bit rough, windy and the grey clouds were hanging low. 

I walked down just near the sea, where there were trenches cut in the rocks. The trenches were quite deep that I could walk in them without seeing the sea. I was just at the beginning of the sea enclosure.

To see the sea I had to jump and leaning on my elbows keep hanging on the rocks with my feet dangling. Which is what I did with extreme ease! The sea was at my face level. 

I was taking in all the beauty of that scenery in deep, slow breaths.

A young woman walked towards me from my left hand side, that is from the enclosed part of the sea. She had long, dark, curly, wild hair that was being blown in the wind.

She said, “She is beautiful isn’t she?”

Nodding I said, “Yes Malta is really beautiful.”

With love and devotion in her voice she answered, “Malta is not only beautiful. She is Sacred”.

As if thinking aloud I murmured, “It has been 20 years now that I have been away from Malta. I am thinking of coming back”.

“That is a long time”. 

After some time she added,”Do you have a job if you come back?”

Nearly jokingly I replied, “They say there is a lot of work for me here in Malta, if I come back.”

Looking straight at me and inside me she exclaimed softly, “Ah you are the healer aren’t you? I have heard about you.”

Amused I retorted, “About me? Who told you about me?”

Whilst closing her eyes for a second and tilting her head towards the yellow cliffs, she smiled, “They told me about you.”

At that moment, from the enclosed part of the sea, from behind the young woman, low strange clouds started rolling out, passing over our heads. They were like snow flakes but huge, so huge that I could see all their inner geometry and they were purple in colour. 

We both stood dangling from the rocks watching this mesmerising event. I tried to catch one…I asked, “What did they tell you?”

She never answered. 

So I said, I had to go back because it was late and probably my partner was getting worried.

She replied, “Come with me so we can exchange business cards”.

All of a sudden I find myself in the house of this young woman. As she was writing her name on a piece of paper she uttered, “I have to show you something”.

Her hand reached her chest and she took out a pocket watch pendant. “My mother gave it to me”. 

She gave it to me to hold in my hands. The lid was embossed with Ganesha. I pressed the button, opening the lid. Inside where the mechanical parts of the watch, which were powered not by crystals but by homeopathic white pills. Three of them came out. I tried to put them in so not to waste them….And she said, “No do not worry, the watch perpetually regenerates them and those are for you to take.”

If you made it till here, please watch the video, it is about Malta and its innate beauty.

Olea Europea, Ancestral Healing & the Sun crossing over my Asc

There comes a time “when the knots come to the comb”. It is an Italian saying that can depict what I am going through.

My body, my wise body, two weeks ago blocked me and sent me on sick leave. My last sick leave goes back to exactly 10 years ago.

My homeopath gave me Olea Europea (the European Olive tree) at 30CH potency. I could feel things moving but I could not focalise exactly what was happening. It was there but it was in that liminal space where you can’t actually see it. Perhaps aided by the fact that the Sun was transiting my 12th house.

Just as the Sun crossed my Asc, the Olea Europea 200CH is delivered. I took one dose yesterday evening and one dose this morning.

And my mind keeps going back to my ancestors, to the blood and DNA I carry in me. To the conscious and unconscious believes I carry imprinted in my body and soul.  A bit of a Samhain feeling but on a very very personal level.

They say, that once Malta was covered with Olive trees and that Malta, Melita, at the time of the Roman Empire was known for its Olive oil and Honey.

I know there is an Olive tree that was planted in Malta at the time of the Roman Empire and it still produces olive oil.

I keep on imagining all my ancestors that come from the whole wide-spread Mediterranean sea basin. All the languages they spoke, all the faiths they held, all the wars they fought, perhaps even fighting each other on opposite ends. I keep on imaging the foods they ate, the cultures they lived, the knowledge they held.

I try to imagine their jobs and professions. Merchants, farmers, goat keepers, teachers, priests, slaves…Perhaps amongst them there were alchemists and seekers and perhaps keepers of ancient traditions.

I keep on imaging them all, sitting at one point in their lives, under the shades of an Olive tree and perhaps thinking about who would in the future carrying their lineage.

And perhaps in that illusion called Time we meet somewhere outside space, matter and time.

I can see us sitting with our backs on the trunk of the Olive Tree Spirit.

Olive Tree Spirit feels sturdy and wise. That kind of wisdom that comes from knowing that all passes but your essence remains true to itself. That generations come and go but a common denominator remains.

Olive Tree Spirit feels nurturing…that nurturing that comes from elements of the Earth weathering through every pore of one’s essence so to finally distill that quintessential energy in green alchemical gold.

I can see us all looking at each other, through eyes that have known many worlds, words and thoughts.

I can see us looking in each others’ eyes and see that common denominator, that golden thread that holds us all together in that matrix of family ties, lies, traditions and believes.

We have a lot of talking to do, perhaps even without words.

I know that my sickness and tiredness is here for a reason.

I know that Olive Tree Spirit will guide the ancestral healing that the time was ripe to do.

All I have to do is listen to the wind blowing through Its branches, the Sun glimmering through Its leaves and the warmth of Its trunk sustaining my tired back.

Blessed Be!

What is Astrology to me?

The following is something I wrote, some days ago, as the last exercise of module 3 of the Faculty of Astrology course study. I was asked to write what I think astrology means to me. I am posting it now for the New Moon in Gemini in my 4th house and very near my IC, as a new intentional seed I am lavishing in space and time. Blessed be!

I have been asked many a times why I am studying Astrology and how does it work. Whilst I do somehow know why I am using all my free time to study Astrology, I still find it hard to answer to the question “how does it work”.

In a way it is that same tricky question when my clients ask me “how does homeopathy work?”. It is that strange situation when one has used many a times homeopathy and has just as many a times delivered optimal results but there is no crystal clear cut, scientific answer that satisfies our modern urge and need of how we rationally interpret cause and effect.

Yes I can answer my clients that homeopathy works with the law of similitude, like cures like. But does that really explain mechanistically how it works? No not really.

Modern society has been breed to a very mechanistic and reductionist view of life. Every single thing needs to be explained in bits and pieces like the cogs in a watch. If that is not possible than that phenomenon is viewed as erratic, unorthodox and superstitious, so open to all kinds of attacks by the scientific world.

Any yet it is that scientific world, that fringe division of quantum physics, biology and chemistry that is bringing us back to a one big mystery in life: we are all inter-related, all inter-connected, that there is no you and me, that our mind influences, physically, so to speak, what we observe.

That out there is actually in here, in me.

That the whole of the Universe, if such a concept can be really envisioned, is like a huge nervous system, a matrix intricately linked, pulsing with life, with synchronicity.

That we are not exempt from that butterfly effect on the other side of the planet.

So if a butterfly flapping its wings can somehow have an effect on me, can I presume that a planet infinitely bigger than a butterfly, with its movement around the Earth, have an effect on me?

Is it the planet having an effect on me or does the planet represent something that I innately resonate within myself?

Why do I find it difficult to explain this to those who ask me about Astrology? Especially those who are already on the other side of the fence ready to spur at any false move.

Reading Article 6 was a at first painfully real. That is exactly what I get from that part of society who are against homeopathy and astrology just because they, ad priori, assume it does not work because it can't be reductionistic-ally explained, because science the new religion can't explain it. Interesting is the fact that usually those who are against homeopathy are also against astrology.

Astrology however has that added punch of irritating those who believe in the Catholic Church or any monotheistic religion. It seems you can't practice, read astrology and be a Catholic contemporary (at least in my part of the world).

Then as I started reading James Hillman, tears came to my soul. He has written albeit in an astoundingly articulate yet highly emotionally evocative manner what I feel astrology means to me. He starts from the same premises that has brought me to a more holistic vision of life.

I, a scientist to the bones have had my mind's eye opened when I read The Mind's I (pun intended) and The Tao of Physics as a science student and they were not part of my University reading list. I still remember the look of the librarian when I asked for a copy of The Tao of Physics.

And how synchronistic is that...The Mind's I was written in the same year I was born and The Tao of Physics a couple of years afterwards.

I was born embodying those energies that brought back the soul to science, the other half James Hillman so eloquently talks about in his speech.

I, probably, unconsciously living out my chart, the energies that constitutionally make up my wiring, have created situations to, first come in contact with homeopathy and then with astrology. For me they were huge turning points in my life, an added missing link and yet as I come out to people from my University or childhood days they all tell me the same thing: You were always interested in such things.

And yet I still can't explain such things.

I intimately know they work, I empirically tried them out, first on myself and then on willing friends and neighbours and I got my “scientific” results.

But honestly speaking, at the end of the day, does it really matter to know infinitesimally how homeopathy or astrology works?

Does science in the form of medicine really know how drugs work at that sub-cellular, sub-atomic level?

Macroscopically maybe, that a molecule binding to a series of receptors can elicit a certain response in the body but for many drugs the “real mechanism” is completely unknown, theory is used to explain the effects and many times such theory is changed several times.

Does this scientific uncertainty prevent us from using drugs? No

So why does such extreme rigour is unilaterally applied to holistic therapies under which I personally classify Astrology? Fear?

Fear of being empowered? Fear of accepting that we are all part of a bigger identity whatever and however we would like to define that identity?

So if I could simply leave behind all the judgemental baggage I still carry within myself, for me Astrology is the outer physical manifestation of what goes within us.

The planets are sort of wind compasses that macroscopically show what microscopically is happening within us. They are the visible notes of celestial music to which all of us internally tune in consciously or not, willingly or not.

Astrology helps making conscious what otherwise might be “left to chance” to uncover and life has quite a peculiar way of “helping us” reveal things. Sometimes not always in the most comfortable manner.

Astrology helps us become aware of who we are, to grow into the power of that precise geophysical moment in time we chose to be born in and with, to fully endow ourselves with the gifts we harbour inside.

Astrology tries to explain that intricate constitution of our being by showing the Zeitgeist of our natal chart and it is up to the astrologer to give such an interpretation as much as a homeopath meticulously gathers all the symptoms and peculiarity of the patient so to emerge with a remedy that is the quintessence of the patient in that point in time.

Astrology is a “scientific”discipline as much as it is a divinatory art slowly unearthing the meaning of the natal chart, a blue print copy of what we have decided to work with in this lifetime.

Becoming aware of where the wind is blowing from and how much force is likely to be expected, helps us choose deliberately which sails are better situated for the journey.

Astrology helps us grow in our individual role as conscious co-creators of our personal life and of that ever pulsating matrix we loosely call Universe.

Astrology helps us understand that we embody all of creation, each with his/her own declination, with planets situated in particular houses governed by particular signs and sagely interacting with each other through aspects.

Astrology helps us understand that as life unfolds so does our natal chart. Different energies, winds, planetary transits wisely show where our own innate energies, natal resonating planets, are being called to action.

To say the truth, Astrology fascinates me and being an apprentice to such millennial tradition makes me feel honoured and fills my life with sublime purpose.

And yet such honour comes with a lot of hesitancy, of the inadequacy that sprouts out of a finite person fully aware of one's own limitations and personal dilemmas to solve or at least serenely live with, in front of such immense wisdom.

Astrology for me is a constant and continuos means of self-discovery and self-empowerment. A tool through which navigate life as wilfully and hopefully as discerningly as possible and maybe in some kind of future be also a helpful tool through which I can responsibly be of a service to others.