I’m having an awesome 4-day weekend, which is turning out much better than I expected, with the sprit presence stronger than it’s ever been – so strong, in fact, that I might begin to put names on things.  For instance, I’ve been hanging out with the spirit of Amy Winehouse since Wednesday, and she’s been advising me to get straight to the point.  I still can’t get over what an amazing musician she was and is.  Yesterday during Thanksgiving dinner with the gang I was flashing back to 19th Century London, when I owned a theater in London, and a small resort in Kent.  Life comes and goes.  Jane had her son, Phoenix with her and I was contemplating life-paths from a larger view.  I had children when I lived in London, where are they now?  Do they miss me?  And I was thinking about the darkness that haunts peoples’ lives, the horrible problems people have with their families that shallow media stars like Marianne Williamson will never begin to address with their “spiritual products”.  I felt carried beyond all of it though, I’ve accepted the dark ugliness of my family in this lifetime and I don’t care about any of it. 

My angel of Mars, whose name is Catherine, is very forceful and now that she has come to the fore in my life I’m going to make a lot more noise.  Yesterday she had me looking up “The Catherine Wheel”, which was a name that first caught my attention back in the 80s, when David Byrne did a score for a piece by Twyla Tharp of that name.  That piece was about families and how twisted they get going around and around in circles, so signs of love become signs of hate and vice versa.  The Catherine Wheel was a device of medieval torture.  This is consistent with the themes of “understanding” I have developed over years of working with Sandra, my angel of Saturn – everything moves in tiny little circles.  For years, I used an eight-spoked wheel as a symbol.  I thought of it as the silver wheel of Arianrhod and a relationship between western occultism’s “Wheel of Fortune” and the “Noble Eightfold Path” of Buddhism.  Now this wheel has blades. Now things that have been gestating on the inner planes are coming to the surface.

I had a cold for a couple of days so I didn’t post much.  It was very transformative.  I’m getting a handle on a lot of things having to do with trances and art, film, entertainment in general.  I’m reorganizing my toy collection, to, to represent all the characters and scenes in the epic fantasy I’m writing. 

Moon in Libra makes me feel like no one.  I find Libra to be a very shallow sign.  Libras have screwed me over my entire life with their fecklessness and empty conformity.  It’s no accident that Libra is the most common sign in the United States – at least that’s what I’ve heard, and I believe it.  Libra moon has my feeling world in a zero-sum game, like I could be anything and it would lead nowhere, lead back to me.  But that’s okay because it’s just part of a cycle and I can move on to Scorpio next – where the moon was when I started, I think?  So this is very excellent progress for me, the beginning of watching the progress of all the planets through all the signs. 

There are other aspects I could write about but I don’t feel like getting that deep – another Libra influence.  But I do note that Pluto and Venus are square Jupiter, which is also in Libra – maybe that’s giving me a sense of something going on in those depths I don’t want to hear about.  Just having faith that everything will make its grand Jupiterian progress and I won’t have to dwell on dark, disturbing emotions.

I don’t know.  It was a good day of big magical revelations and I have a lot of hope for tomorrow, which I plan to spend at King Spa.