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CHRIS REPPUCCI

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Troy, ME

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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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July 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...

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...

December 1, 2018

                Around the rim the light curves and sizzles as if circling the horizon, cresting it sends shattered gold and bright citrine slivers sweeping the concave wall of brazen radius.  It is distant, but grasped somehow by our future selves, a hand reaching into a pinkish cloud, so close we can taste it, the specter of destiny with outstretched hands and clear globes rising from their palms; each sphere contains a perfect and whole reality, a realization of an ideal, something we feel we always instinctively knew would or could be, but has yet to manifest, but might if only we set our sights on its center and extended our thinnest and sharpest extension of ourselves into its essence, if we could manage to just s...

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