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I write my astrology forecasts for the magically operative and creatively active, so benefic influences can be harvested and also turbulent energies can be processed and put to good use, rather than being ducked, dodged or taken with a wincing restraint. 

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April 2019, Moon of Hyldemoer Herbal Forecast for Liminal Light

    These notes are suggestions for herbal allies to assist with the effects of the cosmic influences of this month.  Before imbibing any of the herbs recommended, research what is a recommended dosage, & ask yourself & research such questions as, Does this herb interfere with any medications I am taking?, Does this herb match with my constitution?, Do I really need to take this herb into my body?   Be wise: listen to your own body, intuition, guiding spirits & the plants themselves.

      Imbibing the herbs recommended is of course only one way of meeting the herbs.  There are countless manners of developing relationships with our herb...

March 1, 2019

          In the interim between dark Moons the fiery red hot rod melted into a paddle wheel river boat, sending fans slowly through the muddy slurry, and the sky high hot air balloon shrunk into an Ox landing four hooves into the muck with a muffled thud.  In the ditch where we found ourselves bailing brown water from the puddle into the channel pale by pale we could still remember yesterdays fission, the sparks and nuclear chain reactions that spat out newspaper clippings and incinerated them into scintillating ideas that would flash against the fast moving clouds like puppets of fire performing out our fantasies for us to enjoy and be inspired by; we could hear the roar of excitement as we rose our spirits to the ape...

January 3, 2019

                   Cracks in the old foundations over the past year have demanded our attention; the tower strenuously lifted by necessary means and the slipping fissures fixed and reset.  For some this required disassembly and the mastering of stone craft to put the fortress back upon firm footing, while for others it was more an exaggerated episode of routine maintenance.  For some slick, black salamanders slipped through the thin portals and swarmed their basements, stirring the darkness into a fearful froth, scampering over forgotten bones and unearthing  corroding corpses exposed to the dim and dusty light and flash of torch glow.  We were banished to this place to toil in exile until the faults were fused and trip...

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