@CSUMB: Omens for 26
I stayed in last night. Even though Em called and told me to go out and have fun, I was really lazy.
Yesterday I was going to wear my costume to class, but I was so tired, it looked so cold out, and I didn't want to mess with either my wig or make-up. So I just went to class in my pjs and said I was the collective unconscious because that's where I wanted to be right then.
I told myself it wasn't that I wasn't going to wear my costume again. But it turns out, I didn't. I didn't go out to the Halloween Party at the BBC, or Trick-or-Treating with the Turtledoves. I just stayed inside, on the couch.
I was waiting.
I had a pomegranate waiting for me to break and celebrate to the divine feminine in me. I cracked it open while watching The Da Vinci Code; I thought it a fitting time. But when I opened my pomegranate, it was half rotten inside.
I was not only disappointed, I got the message. We had discussed my problem in ISSM 334 Jung Psych; my thing about being afraid of sex and having no romantic life what so ever. And here it is spelled out.
The pomegranate is a symbol of the divine fertility; it has many seeds, its red, its large and round, and its shaped like a womb or a breast with a nipple. Six of its seeds trap Persephone in the Underworld half the year, in the physical and symbolic embodiment of the collective unconscious. Mine was rotten.
The apple is the fruit of wisdom and knowledge. One bit and Eve was no longer like the animals; she knew things; she was wise. I had eaten an apple with diner that night. For desert, we had caramel apples in the DC. I had a golden with caramel and nuts. It tasted like sin and I would do it again.
Basically, what I got out of this episode in natural symbolism, was the same problem I've been needing to address for along time: I favor knowledge in my daily life; my social or romantic life I pushed aside and only visit in my mind. If I don't pay attention or make room for love in my life, half of me will be incomplete rotten.
I'm thinking 26 is going to be a tough year. Half the pomegranate was rotten; the half far from me. The far future or the second half of the year? I can't say.
I feel like something bad is going to happen; something important that will cause serious change. Now a hundred things are filling my head with possibilities all bad. I hope I'm just over reacting.
Yesterday I was going to wear my costume to class, but I was so tired, it looked so cold out, and I didn't want to mess with either my wig or make-up. So I just went to class in my pjs and said I was the collective unconscious because that's where I wanted to be right then.
I told myself it wasn't that I wasn't going to wear my costume again. But it turns out, I didn't. I didn't go out to the Halloween Party at the BBC, or Trick-or-Treating with the Turtledoves. I just stayed inside, on the couch.
I was waiting.
I had a pomegranate waiting for me to break and celebrate to the divine feminine in me. I cracked it open while watching The Da Vinci Code; I thought it a fitting time. But when I opened my pomegranate, it was half rotten inside.
I was not only disappointed, I got the message. We had discussed my problem in ISSM 334 Jung Psych; my thing about being afraid of sex and having no romantic life what so ever. And here it is spelled out.
The pomegranate is a symbol of the divine fertility; it has many seeds, its red, its large and round, and its shaped like a womb or a breast with a nipple. Six of its seeds trap Persephone in the Underworld half the year, in the physical and symbolic embodiment of the collective unconscious. Mine was rotten.
The apple is the fruit of wisdom and knowledge. One bit and Eve was no longer like the animals; she knew things; she was wise. I had eaten an apple with diner that night. For desert, we had caramel apples in the DC. I had a golden with caramel and nuts. It tasted like sin and I would do it again.
Basically, what I got out of this episode in natural symbolism, was the same problem I've been needing to address for along time: I favor knowledge in my daily life; my social or romantic life I pushed aside and only visit in my mind. If I don't pay attention or make room for love in my life, half of me will be incomplete rotten.
I'm thinking 26 is going to be a tough year. Half the pomegranate was rotten; the half far from me. The far future or the second half of the year? I can't say.
I feel like something bad is going to happen; something important that will cause serious change. Now a hundred things are filling my head with possibilities all bad. I hope I'm just over reacting.