I feel like the universe is telling me to elope. Weddings are stressful, in-laws even more so, and the universe has never really been wrong before. Just this morning, I had to ask if shredded wheat was a superior choice to porridge with golden syrup. Sure enough, as soon as I picked up the shredded wheat box, I found that it was empty. Porridge it was. Thanks, universe!
And I’ve always wanted to elope on a boat. Today some mail came through the door, and it was advertising a course on how to maintain boats in Melbourne, marine trailer repairs, how to scrape barnacles off your hull…and I’m thinking it was a sign. Perhaps the metaphor goes even deeper than showing me that I should be eloping on a boat. For example, the marine trailer repair could be hinting that I should repair my relationship with the in-laws before we elope. If we do that without making amends, we may never get another chance. And then there was something about anchor winches…so I should be trying to draw in this opportunity to take my husband in blissful matrimony, like a winch drawing in an anchor. It’s all just so simple!
What else? Well, there was the section on how to become a boat mechanic. A mechanic fixes things, and a boat is a thing that you use to travel across water. The message here has to be that we’ll soon be navigating the unruly seas of married life, and we need to take a mechanic’s attitude towards fixing problems as they come up. Our new life won’t be easy in Melbourne, a boat mechanic principles are what we need. Thanks, universe!
The cosmos has granted you wisdom. Don’t forget to pick up the cat food and balance your third and seventh chakras. Your lucky number is DATA NOT FOUND.
There are some problems that humans just cannot handle. That’s why we have to get mystic advice. Because where else are we going to get it? I’m so right. I’m ALWAYS right. Except, y’know…now.
Anyway, I’ve never been the most computer literate millennial, but now it’s coming back to bite me. I chose a career in administration, all good, doesn’t require an in-depth understanding of web design. Just a bit of Excel, maybe some other, spreadsheet-related stuff. And then what does my brother go and do? Some fancy software development course around Melbourne somewhere. And since my parents are even less tech-savvy than the average people from that generation, he’s basically become a bonafide super genius in their eyes. All he has to do is move the mouse across the screen in a slightly fancy manner and Mum and Dad are practically falling over themselves to praise his skills. They once rang him up to ask how to change to computer background, and they wouldn’t stop talking about it for weeks afterwards. I can do that stuff! I’ve even done a little bit of web design in my time, when our IT guy got stuck in traffic and some hacker defaced our website. Sure, I practically deleted all of our text, but it was better than the site being filled with naughty words. That’s basically web design. Designing our web…to not be filled with profanity.
But no, it’s brother dear who gets all the credit, because he’s actually involving himself with technology and computers and probably a software development course once his is done, because he’s just that smart. Mum and Dad treat me like I’m an amusing pet playing with a ball of wool. Maybe I should just go do an IT course, and then they’d treat me like an equal. Maybe.
The half-crescent full moon is dark in September. Point your life north-east-south for best results. Tea leaf reading may vary, see your GP for more details. – Joanna
I had a terrifying premonition last night. Now that might sound strange, but I’ve had premonitions before. Sometimes it’s just a really strong feeling about something, but often it’s more than that. Particularly recently, I’ve started having really vivid dreams that seem to have some relevance to the future. Now, that may sound rather run of the mill, but you should know that, for all of my life, I’ve never had a vivid dream. And these dreams become a reality. For example, I had a dream about a tabby cat, and then the next day my neighbour came in to tell me she’d just bought a tabby cat, and that I shouldn’t worry if I was it around the street. Anyway, last night, and for the few nights before it, I’ve been having this reoccurring dream where I die. It’s always extremely vivid, and I’ve begun to think that I, or someone around me, has limited time left on this mortal plane.
Now, I’m not particularly worried. I believe in fate, and things happening for a reason at the right time, but what it has forced me to think about was making a will, because, you see, I do not have one. In the event of my death, part of me would like to see the cards fall where the may, but I do worry this deterministic approach will leave my loved ones without direction. I know that losing myself will be a heavy blow for them to bear, and so if I can soften it in any way, I think that it is my duty to do so. They need to be able to feel their grief to the fullest, not have it undermined by legal woes. For example, I’m considering giving my solicitor power of attorney. I’m not exactly sure how that would work, but I feel that it is the right thing to do. However, I worry that thinking in this way sets the fates against myself. I’m not ready to pass on to the next life, but could making preparations lead to such a fate?
You can only be expected to act within the constraints of this earth. Escapism is for the birds and their brethren alone, solitude for the wolf. Jupiter’s orbit shall determine all that has yet to have come.
I keep up with my horoscope, read my own palm AND tea leaves, plus I have a degree in crystal ball reading. Still, the future of my finances remains clouded. How can this be? I could use my innate power to communicate with trees, but they don’t often have anything useful to say on the future. They’re more concerned with the present, y’know?
All I’d like to know is if my house offer will go through. What with Melbourne and their property transfer people helping me with the process you’d think it was a given. I’ve been to so many meetings, learned all about vendors statements, and that’s not even counting all the open houses I’ve visited. So many lovely homes, but I could only choose one. The dragon knucklebones I consulted lead me to a lovely little two-bedroom house in the North, complete with patio and gravel driveway. The feng-shui in the place was very much on point, so I thought it was perfect. Transfer that property at once! But it’s a hot property, and they’ve had other offers. I know that’s how the game works, and I’m not the only person in Melbourne looking for a house, but it’s the uncertainty that really gets me. Usually I can just peek in the crystal ball and make contingency plans, but it’s not working right now. I’m not used to NOT knowing, which I’m sure is something you can understand. It’s so nice going through life and being able to just read a person’s aura to see if you’re going to be friends, or seeing if your property transfer is going through simply be channeling reiki into one of my special qi bowls. Why do things have to be so clouded? Maybe it’s just always this way with housing. It’s a dynamic market, things change all the time…and people work as property conveyancers in Melbourne all the time, doing this stuff! And most of them don’t even know how to channel reiki. I admire that.
Phrenology isn’t quite as defunct as the masses believe. Prunes will open your third eye, and possibly a fourth if many are consumed. The luckiest number is infinity +1, because it beats everything.
I am completely torn. I have no idea what to do, and either of my decisions will have long term effects that I know I just won’t be able to escape from. What’s making things worse is that no one, not one single person, seems to appreciate the enormity of my decision. To give you some context, my late husband was the gardener at the Royal Gardens. His pride in his gardens was immense, and was a love that we both shared. However, at home, whenever we did the landscaping, he was always the one to pick the plants we used. And now, as I live on my own, I have downgraded to a smaller house. My son is pressuring me into choosing the plants and I’m convinced about every decision – every decision, that is, except this. Do I use Amaryllis or Hippeastrums?
I’m not really sure what the difference is between the two types of plants, but I do know that they are both exceptionally pretty and that I would love to have either in my garden. The problem with being a widow, even one as independent as myself, is that with these sorts of silly choices, there is no one else who can make them for you. I am not a silly woman, I know that, in the end, it won’t really matter, but I don’t want to make the wrong choice. The choice is, essentially, so inconsequential that it doesn’t matter at all, and because of that, is impossible to make. Both the amaryllis and the hippeastrums look so beautiful and perfect. Either would be wonderful. Both fill me with joy, but would that joy last through the months? Over the years? Which one is likely to stay with me forever?
White is forever as is black. Bold and pastel colours will guide you through this solar cycle. Be careful not to integrate Sagittarius and Aries into your life this month, as their negative energy will affect your decision making capabilities
If ever I was in need of mystic advice, it would be now. I was raised as a proud nature lover, and we bore the name ‘hippy’ with pride. It meant that we were hip, probably, but we also were totally up with the dealings of nature and all that. Our family was a little bit more in tune with the big Mother Nature than the rest of the hippy families, in fact.
I might have drifted a bit in my adult years, but I still fight for what’s…right, y’know? Like those tree felling places in Melbourne that up until recently I thought were killing the planet. Sometimes I’d make a picket, not out of wood because that’s evil, and just go and protest their actions. I was all alone, but it didn’t matter to me. I was ending a menace. I was in a menace-ending mood.
Then everything changed. I started working in an office, and I realised how important paper was. We’d always just scribbled on bits of bark at home, but that just wouldn’t cut it in this high-flying corporate world. What’s more, we had a prolonged incident involving a tree that kept banging against the window. Trimming didn’t help, as it grew back very quickly, and it was very tough and dangerous to get to. The noise made it so hard to concentrate…so the very Melbourne tree lopping people I thought I hated came and took this awful distraction away.
Now I don’t know what to think. Are trees truly our friends? If they’re endangered, why are there so many around? I’m left with questions that my upbringing simply cannot answer.
Know your limits: a chamomile tea each day can help digestion, but more than two will cause conflict with your tastebuds. The loneliest number is the number one, with the sole exception of 10 because it’s such an empty friendship- Joanne