Old Friends And Righteous Indignation

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The dreamtime last night and this morning was truly amazing. I don't think there was much time that I wasn't lucid. I don't know that for sure, but I was right there consciously involved in some incredible events. Mostly having to do with primitive, third-world peoples who had automatic weapons they were ready to use if a person didn't act right. I was not afraid, and was absolutely sure I would do the right thing.

I was aware of my body and all my unhealthy parts. I went to each of them in full consciousness to see what I might be able to do to alleviate the aches and pains. This morning after I got up and had my eggs and hash browns and my first cup of coffee, I knew for sure that health problems hadn't gone away, but my attitude was/is great.

I was more aware of my chakra points than at ony other time in my life, and I could go to them and leave, and then go there again without effort. All of this, in my opinion, has to do with the deep meditation I'm reaching for with the assistance of the Gnaural software I'm using.

The default theta state program lasts for 74 minutes. I have commonly reached a state of theta predominance about half-way through. It's after reaching theta that I've encountered problems of a sort. It's a matter of endurance. My mind is clear and I'm happy with that part of it, but my body gets stiff and the muscles ache after sitting still for such a long time.

It's an age-related deal. I never had these problems when I was younger. In fact, after reaching theta my body/mind seemed to drop away and I was able to 'fuggitaboutit'. During last night's session I decided to go ahead and move around to find out if that helped me feel more comfortable. I was able to pop my neck and get my shoulders to loosen up some, and that was better.

The reason I say I had to give myself permission to move about is that previously, during my middle years, moving about might take me out of the theta state, and that is undesirable. Currently, dealing with the symptoms of rheumatoid arthritis gives me no choice.

I did find out something from the doctor I saw at the VA Hospital yesterday. I don't have psoriasis. She told me in no uncertain terms that it would show up in my lab work if I did, and it isn't there. That's good to know. I'm really glad they changed me to a different doctor. She's not all that friendly or hasn't been, because the guy I was assigned to previously has probably talked about me. Yesterday, I suspect, all that changed.

It changed because I tried to get her to prescribe some more pain-killer tablets because I'm on the edge of running out. I had the bottle with me to show her that I had a previous prescription, but she told me that it had been issued by the VA in Fayetteville, and they keep separate records.

I started talking about how I hated that my female doctor in Fayetteville is leaving the system. She was the one who first prescribed me the pain-killers. I mentioned that even though we could hardly understand each other because she is Vietnamese, that she was a great doctor and had gotten me to stop smoking tobacco.

When I said that about my family doctor in Fayetteville, the one who had diagnosed the rheumatoid arthritis, and who has been helpful in many different ways as far as giving me real help with prescriptions, I wasn't thinking about the reputation of hating doctors her predecessor had laid on me when she inherited me.

It was because of my compliments about my doctor in Fayetteville that she must have realized that I don't hate doctors. I don't hate anybody. I just didn't care for the doctor's attitude previous to her. He is arrogant and a big show-off and not very informative about the drugs he prescribed for me. He was very dismissive about my questions about their side effects. Who needs that? With Capricorn in the third house I know how to work the institutional mentality, and so, pointedly, I got shed of him.

When this new doctor realized she had been misled about my attitude by this guy, she said that she would prescribe a months supply of the pain-killers to tide me over, but I would still have to consult with my new doctor-to-be in Fayetteville. I haven't had an appointment there since my old doctor left. Her doing that will put that prescription on the Durham computers.

Having Mars in Capricorn in the third house in my natal astrology chart is both a blessing and a curse. Mars is in it's Exaltation in Capricorn. That's extremely good, and the fact that Mars is a part of the grand trine in earth signs along with Neptune in Virgo and the Moon/Uranus conjunction in Taurus, makes some natural events that come out of this configuration real spiffy.

The negative aspect of having Mars in Capricorn in the third house is that it is square to Saturn in Aries. That's very not good. It also signifies that Mars and Saturn (the two malefics in the seven planets that can be seen with the naked eye) are in 'mutual reception'.

They are in mutual reception because Mars is in the sign Capricorn (ruled by Saturn), and Saturn is in the sign Aries (ruled by Mars). They're in each other's sign, and in square aspect. Bummer!

The third house has to do with the mundane mental aspects of life, and the sixth house which Saturn occupies has to do with health, specifically the skeletal structure. Not much that has to do with astrology is coincidental.

Actually, not much to do with life if coincidental, much less with the system for thinking about things called astrology. Astrology, however, is one of the many systems one can employ to contemplate one's own life, and contemplating one's own life, as opposed to contemplating other people's lives, is highly recommended by the various world saviors from ti-me im-me-more-ial (immemorial). '-)

I just can't leave tossed-word-salad alone can I?

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