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December 29 Full Moon in Cancer

I need to finish the January 2021 Forecast and North Node Horoscopes, so I’m just re-sharing what I wrote about this Full Moon as part of the December 2020 Forecast. This Full Moon occurs right on my South Node, with the Sun on my North Node, so it’s hitting me in very personal ways. I had a powerful (and weird!) dream this morning, which I’ll share, too, as the symbols seem collective, not just personal.

Here’s what I shared in late November:

December 2020 echoes January 2020 because on Winter Solstice — the longest night of the year in the Northern Hemisphere, and the day the Sun moves into Capricorn — Jupiter and Saturn come together at 0 degrees Aquarius. Then, a little over a week later on the 29th, we have a rare second Full Moon in Cancer this year. In layman’s terms, this is like a Blue Moon on steroids.

Without getting too technical, the Jupiter-Saturn Conjunction on December 21 ushers in a new Age of Air after a 200-year Age of Earth. We’re talking about a seismic energy shift for the collective. This second Full Moon in Cancer occurs with very precise links to the collective North Node destiny point and Jupiter’s positions during the first Full Moon in Cancer. You can think of this as the dramatic bold print and highlighter of emotions. Feelings that flickered through and were repressed (eclipsed) during the January 10 Full Moon Lunar Eclipse will be undeniable on and after December 29.

History will continue unpacking 2020 for a long time to come — especially the ways it affected our personal, private, home lives vs. authority, leaders and traditional structures.

And here’s this morning’s dream, as recorded in my dream journal and then typed up with more insights:

12/29/2020
“Birth, Shoes, Deletion, Alien”

“Staring at the barrel of a gun.” “Marjorie Taylor Green.” The gun had a four-inch barrel filled with light. It was actually a birth canal, and birth was imminent.

Needed to go to the store and tried to pack up three pairs of shoes in my square shaped purse so I would have them in case I needed them at the store. One pair was sandals, just like a gold thong attached to a flat sole. The others were little house sneakers — one pair black, the other striped like a rainbow. I had never worn either pair outside the house before. I wasn’t sure why I needed to pack three pairs of shoes in order to go to the store, but I felt I did.

When I got to the store, I was on a large computer and monitor. I accidentally, permanently deleted what I thought were essential files to run the computer. I was worried about this. They were in a pink box at the bottom of the screen, and I deleted these files twice — once in trash and then permanently. I didn’t think the computer could run without them and searched for someone who could get them back. But when they checked, everything was working fine without these files. I thought a video application wasn’t working, but there was a different way to access it.

Then I was observing a “small Asian woman lying on her stomach.” She had an ice pack on her left shoulder and she was naked. Someone removed the ice pack and said she had been stung by a bee. She rolled over, back facing me, and it was her right shoulder that had the “sting.” It was hugely swollen and discolored like a bruise.

I looked closer, and this was not a bee sting. Also the body wasn’t human. It was humanoid but the skin tone was wrong. The style of bruising also not normal human ways of bruising. I realized when I woke up that it was some kind of ET, maybe a Grey alien that they tried to pass off as an Asian woman. There was no butt crack and no genitalia. It looked like an alien in a lab. Unclear why they were icing the left shoulder rather than the right shoulder because the right was the swollen one — shoulder blades lump. Maybe the left went down in size and the damage moved to the right. Not sure.

Look up name meaning for “Marjorie Taylor Green.” I think this is also a politician, but seems like dream meaning because it was describing what was being birthed from the light “gun,” which was really a birth canal. Birth imminent.

If the shoe fits? Three different pairs of shoes in a square purse, plus presumably shoes I was wearing. Four pairs.

Permanently deleted files did not damage computer operation.

Alien body. Not sure why that showed up.

Bible flip calendar verse this morning: “Thanks be to God for his unspeakable gift.” 2 Corinthians 9:15

Marjorie = Scottish name meaning “pearl”

Taylor = “cutter of the cloth; alterer of garments”

Green = the color green

I just looked up the politician, and last name is spelled Greene. In the dream, it was just a voiceover about the birth canal. I looked up Bible verses about “tailor,” and this came up:

“No one sews a patch of unshrunk cloth on an old garment; otherwise the patch pulls away from it, the new from the old, and a worse tear results.” Mark 2:21 (it’s also in Matthew 9:16).

There are other verses about sewing but given the imminent birth and permanent deletion details, this verse feels relevant. I’m reminded of Jung’s fascination with the number four — that it symbolizes completion. Any dream with four in it suggests integration of the Self, so a dream with a square purse and four pairs of shoes seems relevant. Also gold, black and rainbow shoes in the purse feel like very symbolic details. I don’t know what color shoes I had on, but I wasn’t barefoot in the dream.

The alien’s skin was kind of translucent, and the bruising was yellow and dark blue. The blue parts looked a little like lightning bolts happening in a slightly yellow sky. You could see blood vessels through the skin, but they weren’t like normal human blood vessel patterns. The alien had a short black haired bob, which might have been a wig. I only saw the back from the left side and then a full back view when the alien rolled on her side. The right shoulder looked gruesome, but there was no sense of urgency in the dream.

I keep thinking of a poem I found last night, but I don’t feel like getting off the BioMat to get it from the file cabinet. It’s about a pearl in the bottom of the sea. I think I might have included the poem in Schizandra, too. Ugh … getting it now:

THE JOURNEY

In the bottom of the bottom of the sea,
There lies an opening. I dove into
That narrow grave and found a cave of
Bubbling light.

Within the cave an oyster shell, within
The shell a pearl — the pearl too big to take
Away, and yet too beautiful by far
To leave behind.

And so, I dove inside of it — myself
Then not-myself: ten trillion particles
Of smiling sand beneath uneasy sea.
We wait here knowingly — a womblike gleam
Beyond our pearl.

Happy Full Moon in Cancer!