Neptune, the Moon, a Broken Flag, and a Magical Princess

Yep.

That shift you felt a couple of days ago was Neptune “reversing course” - retrograde in astrology speak. Neptune is an interesting energy, one that I find at times hard to perfectly describe due to the fact that it’s the planet that highlights so much of what seems to be hidden, mysterious, and wonderous in this reality.

Neptune - Roman God of the Waters and the Sea

Water - the element connected to our emotions.

It’s about as deep as a planet’s energy can get.

Dreams, emotions, intuition, magic, miracles, and more - Neptune feeds it all.

Neptune retrograde - a time to return to dreams we’ve long forgotten, a time to access the longest reach of our shadow and heal that which is coming up for more love. I’m reflecting on what The Pleiadians suggested during our Solstice event, to plumb the depths of the water within our own bodies and swim in it.

The Super Buck Full Moon in Capricorn which is exact at 4:39 am Pacific time on July 3rd has been the icing on the cake of the intense energies. I have been feeling some on-again off-again low-level depression along with some intense inertia (although this is already lightening up a bit, hence the sitting down to write, which as much as I wanted to yesterday, July 1st, I could just not make happen).

On the evening of June 29th around 10:00 pm, just hours prior to Neptune’s turn, I got up from the couch to make my nightly herbal blend of tea that soothes and comforts and sends me more easily into the realm of dreams. As my foot hit the cold tile of the kitchen floor I heard a loud bang and then a crash at the front of our house. I immediately smelled the scent of oranges as the dogs began barking ferociously.

I called for Jon, aware of the fear I was feeling, something was definitely not okay. We opened the front door together to discover that the pride flag we had hanging right next to our front door was on the ground, the ceramic butterfly wall hanging we were using as a flag holder smashed, pieces lying in our doorway, and pieces of orange both stuck to our house and lying on the ground a couple of feet from it. The orange had been thrown with such force I could still feel the rage in the air.

When it comes to fight or flight, well, I almost always immediately flip into fight mode. I stomped into our yard, more angry than afraid, yelling, “Hey! No!” at the top of my lungs into the night down the block, certain they were long gone and yet needing to yell at them. There was also probably some swearing included in my yells.

We then called the police and made a report. It was not about the broken ceramics or the vandalism, it was the hate, the hate that I wanted on record. Hate is rearing its ugly head more and more right now as our collective yin rises and the patriarchal structures begin to break apart. The last gasping breaths of a monolith of power that does not want to go gently into that good night are doing much harm to our world and the humans and other beings who occupy it right now.

Just a couple of hours earlier I had participated in a discussion on Facebook on one of our community pages about our city council. I had been holding my tongue for some time, reading and observing as the energies of the U.S. Pluto Return and Pluto making its way from Capricorn to Aquarius have come home to our local government in an exceedingly ugly battle between those desiring to continue with a system that has long run its course and the rest of us. There is no escaping this, it’s local, it’s national, it’s global. If the fight has not yet come to your town, it will. It’s like the pandemic, a collective and evolutionary experience impacting us all.

Hate has been directed at certain members of our city council in their mailboxes and at their homes, including our first out LGBTQ councilperson. I wondered if the hurled orange was connected. I mean, I know it was connected in the big picture and from an energetic standpoint, but I also wondered if it was directly connected, meaning the same group of perpetrators.

The Sheriff suggested we get a security camera and said, “Once you put your flag back up, please call again if anything else happens.” He never suggested that we should not have it up, should not put it up again, nor that we did anything to bring this moment to us. For this I was grateful.

The next morning I was up two hours earlier than I normally am. When I am upset, I feel it acutely in the early morning time. I got up, drank some coffee, and decided to go ahead with my day as planned, a journey down to Ventura to run some errands. I put on my latest Kantha Bae dress and some pretty jewels and headed off, trying to make my insides match my outsides.

I was standing in an aisle waiting patiently for the sales associate to return to tell me they had no more of the thing I was looking for (I knew it but asked anyway) when a woman pulled her cart up next to me with a 3-year-old girl sitting in the seat and her 5-year-old brother riding on the outside of it. She opened her arms wide to me and asked, “Can I have a hug?”

I looked at her mama for permission. “Oh go ahead. She hugs everyone”

I bent down and wrapped my arms around her and heard her say “Oooooooh that purple is so pretty.” She was pointing to the Andara Crystal suspended on a chain around my neck.

“Can I touch it?” I bent forward so she could.

“I want to be a magical princess like you when I grow up,” she softly and yet clearly said.

Just to make sure I heard it, her mom loudly said, “You want to be a magical princess like she is when you grow up?”

”Yes,” again, softly and nodding.

I laughed, filled up with her sweetness, uplifted by this human/faerie/angel in a 3-year-old body.

She reached out to touch my pendant again and asked me if it was magic. I told her it was and as she pulled her hand away she looked all around and then her face fell in disappointment.

She said, “It’s not happening,” as if she expected the air around her to sparkle and glow.

I replied, “Oh it is, you now have the magic inside of you.”

Her eyes got big and she smiled as her mama said, “That’s right, the magic is in you.”

And they were off, her mission accomplished and my spirits soothed.

I immediately thought about Ursula’s words from the Solstice event on being an uplifter and how the energy of upliftment sent out to others will always return to us when we need it.

That evening Jon and I were discussing ways to shade our front “porch” area. The sun blasts the front of our home in the late afternoon hours and it becomes a cave of heat. I joked that I wanted to get a giant pride flag and use that.

The upliftment parade continued as the next day we received this in the mail from a longtime friend of mine. Thank you, Deb.

Our next transmission from The Pleiadians, Ursual, Yeshua, et al will be this Wednesday, July 5th at 5:00 pm Pacific Time.

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