Is something different today, or is it me? Early this morning I had an epic, lucid dream. It was the kind that invigorates one with hope of a more magical and beautiful alternative reality. Currently, I live in Santa Fe, NM, a US state deemed "the land of enchantment", and thus feel a bit entitled for more enchanting moments in this rather intense incarnation. At least that was one of the intentions back in 2017 when I choose to flee Los Angeles.
Having survived yet another legendary year, this one with: massive gaslighting by media and family, constant potential for war, political insanity, more slutty girls with no moral compasses, the mystery drones with potential fake extraterrestrial underpinnings, and then there's the one with the most impact, the death of my mom back in late June. All this re-minding me of heroic tales like Homer's Iliad, most especially those weeks spent caring for my mom when my hair turned several shades of a lighter silver.
This past summer, a vedic astrologer shared that I was entering a 20 year Venus cycle, indicating an abundance of those Venusian aspects related to harmony. Crossing this portal requires honoring my boundaries and speaking my truth, thus I may go more deeply into calling out those sluts briefly mentioned above. I'm so done with them, mostly comprised of young ladies, and one elder from 2017 who have been seduced into the paradigm of acting in the best interest of the patriarchy and forgetting the sacred sisterhood. If you are reading this and have a suspicion that you might be one of these gals, I may mention you by name as part of my healing and returning to wholeness process.
Getting back to that visionary reality that dropped in while sleeping—the dream was so palatable, truly inspiring. Did you know that the word inspire is said to come from the Latin root: inspirare meaning "to breathe or blow into" a reference to the breath of a divine being. The predominant divine being in the dream was an artist creating large scale painted, surreal imagery that had the power to influence and alter the current reality most of us are trapped in, the matrix. In Jungian psychology, I must consider this artist to be myself, and welcome that concept with a gigantic embrace.
I have started painting again, and last night, just before bed I was contemplating the 2008, three week Visionary Art Workshop in Austria. Could that have been part of the cocktail that brought about such a luminous experience, or was it the mega-green pasta sauce I made to compliment the spaghetti for dinner? I wish it had been a specific essential oil, synergy or perfume blend I anointed myself with before going to bed, sadly it wasn't. According to my daily, Vedic astrological data in my calendar, the only message that correlates is "It is time to sleep, and pay attention to the dreams."
At the moment, I am writing this from my perch in the upstairs lab at the perfumery, where the “people watching” down below can be super interesting and distracting. I have custom perfumes and several fragrances within the line to get finished, besides the drudgery of Saturnian tasks. Intending beauty, harmony, and enchantment on this Friday, the day of the week devoted to the planet Venus.
Congratulations, Roxana, on your new path! It's all good.
Inspiration, indeed! I’m fascinated to hear more of your journey on this new, deeper path opening before you. It encourages me to keep faith with my own mythic visions. New Year’s blessings to you!🌷