Down and back and the help I request from you Guys/Gaias…
So team, I have had quite an adventure.
Flying out on Friday to San Francisco for Solstice Tour, the last hour of the flight – I felt uh-oh… oncoming pain attack in liver-gall bladder realm, I’d had infrequently over the years…By the time we landed, I slowly wended my way to baggage claim – ladies room by ladies room, throwing up in each. Claimed bag, made it back to wheel-chair accessible stall in Ladies Room, where I spent two hours throwing up, and lying on floor, in excruciating pain…(Quintessential hitting bottom Underworld image.)
Until I finally realized, I wasn’t gonna make it out, this time, without help…This was bigger than before.
A woman, hearing my moans, asked if I needed help. “I think I may need help – yes.”
She got a cop, who waited with me while emt guys came..The cop said, “hmm,” that he sometimes got hints of pain there too, and maybe should get checked out. (twas kind of darling camaraderie).
Emt guys arrived, as competent angels, stretcher, ambulance, iv drip, oxygen, ekg– and – this is the great part – kept my back-pack and luggage with me!
We went to a great Hospital in Burlingame, the perfect hospital, as it turns out – zooming in, great team…ultrasound Doctor, informative guide, very charming, could have married him. “Wow look at all my organs, like deep sea, Neptunian photographs…of living Mystery beings…Hi everyone!”
Whewee, not only gall stones (white and black!) but gall bladder way unhappy infected…
Uber competent Doctor: “You may have to reschedule your trip, your talk tomorrow night for starters.”
“What if I went, gave scheduled talk tomorrow night, came back for surgery.”
“Then you might have sepsis…(and could die…)”
“OK – well then, in that case, we toss the scheduled talk in Fairfax into Pluto’s sacrificial cauldron.”
Allies on line were saying, maybe hold on to gall bladder…good to have that conversing too.
But then wheeee into surgery, with competent trust worthy urgency. At each step – the auguries were auspicious. First member of surgical team introduced himself as “Merlin.” Explained his mother had to spend the last 3 months of her pregnancy in bed, read all of the Merlin books, and his Dad said that she’d earned the right to call the baby any crazy name she wanted.
I texted my team.. “The surgical team guide at the consent form cross-roads was named Merlin, and he’s wearing Jade Green, I’m going in…”
Fantastic woman surgeon, just out of another surgery, looked like Tina Fey, with purple glasses, drew me diagrams, was very fun, explained much, and eager to begin surgery, which we did, at 7:30 pm (I would have maried her too)…emerged in recovery room 2 hours later…wheeled into great room…incredibly kind, competent beings tending, deep sleep.
Pulse and heart-rate occasionally going down to 32, 38, and then when I would go “ack” would scare it back up to 48.
Richard said I was going into Wolf Mode. Excellent frame.
Doctors thought I might be a wolf.
Fantastic friend, Trickster ally host, picked me up the next day – took me to her home, most wonderful power spot, where I often stay, was going to stay, but had never before felt so palpably potent, high above the Bay…a true wizardry spot… And the perfect place to recover. Redemptive Heaven. As though, for myriad reasons, Trickster had scheduled this all beautifully….
At my insistence, my hosts went off to a fantastic Giants Game.
So that night I rubbed my tummy under the fantastic sky story stretched out across the heavens:
Medicine Moon in Virgo with Jupiter,
squaring the setting Sun and Venus in Gemini…
(smuggle guiding wisdom into conversational vernacular.)
Mars retrograde in Scorpio, opposite Mercury in Taurus..
(Let us metabolize all polarizing vituperativeness..
into dedication for and to the Earth.)
Then Saturn rising retrograde…we syncretize our leadership qualities,
and the internal dedication grows the outward form.
And as I lay gazing up at the sky, for bonus points, fire works went off across the Bay…Much began to glide into lucid coherence.
The 2nd day, today, was arduous, not quite as confidently jaunty…This is a Big Thing-whoa- hello – organs..Whewee..
and rejoicing my Gall Bladder has gone to Spirit World where it is eager to be a correspondent.
So no call tonight…going back into deep recovery trance.
And I would like everyone’s help… No, not so much sending light and what not…Send Coyotes, always welcome,
But by being the incubation dream team…
You Gaias are the Monday Trickster Council… Moonday – the incubators of the desirable story…
(and we will be clarifying the distinction of our team…and magnetizing many to come join with us, as we skillfully navigate the wild Trickster tide this unfurling Summer…)
I also have a Wednesday Trickster Mystery Shift Council through November 9th (the day after US elections). Some of you, bless your cross-pollinating hearts, are in both.
Wednesday, Mercury’s Day- spirals the message forth.
Thursday be my radio day – Jupiter’s Day – spiral the story forth..
(This week will host one of my favorite co-respondents astro*mytho colleagues, Daniel Giamario, that we may co-illumine this most illuminating Full Moon Solstice)…
This week – tis all leading to our Full Moon Summer Solstice Monday June 20th, when I will be giving rousing strategic talk,
with Amikaeyla Gaston chanting-drumming in the Orishas at Open Secret in San Rafael 7 pm pdt..
So yes, next week, Monday the 20th, also will not be a live call – but- you Gaias will be receiving the recording first.
(And some of you in Bay Area – will be there live!)
So we are all preparing for Solstice…
One guiding desirable dynamic, that the Bernie, part of all of us, is neither disappearing, nor snookered into polarity by running as Independent…but by pretty much what he said today, which seemed in highest accord with the sky-earth story. And what we have been referencing here at Trickster Council for years:
“The finite Game is about winning. The Infinite Game is about keeping everything in Play….The Renaissance.”
So we are all animating the desirable story of sane reverence, and composting corruption, partnering with Nature’s guiding genius, honoring our indebtedness to First Nation People, and with full support of those in alignment with the story of sane reverence…
And to encourage whomever will be President (and will not be Donald Trump) that they lend their considerable “get things done skills: to manifesting the desirable story, Renaissance be fun for everyone -drawing the best out…
So the help from Council I seek is that we are willing to invite the best in everyone, not counting on it, but willing…
as is the Trickster weird we aspire to dree, that all of our manner of relating be dedicated to fundamental liberating well-wishing!
Magic is a willingness to cooperate with everything..
We welcome all perspectives of our council to invite the best in everyone to participate in the Infinite Game…
More soon later team, sinking back into recovery reverie…
(Two Solstice charts for perusal)
and one of my new favorite, earned sayings:
“We Wonder How it’s all f*cking* perfect?!”
(*intending “f*cking” to be honorably engaged as intrinsically liberating in this instance..)
also in the honorary degree bestowed on each and every one of us…Each one of us is hereby declared:
San Rafael, California Summer Solstice 2016 Chart
Monday, June 20th 2016
Capitol Building, Washington D.C. Summer Solstice 2016 Chart
