I have started this blog on the recommendation of my dear friend long-time psychic medium, Charlie Castex who resides on a distant Hawaiian island. He claims to enjoy my 'lucid living' updates on FaceBook. He may end up being my only fan here in the blogosphere, but it will be nice to be able to say whatever I wish here without having to filter my words or worry about offending anyone. Everything you find here is from my soul, like it or not.
I will start by telling you that I have a very intense natal chart, and apparently very rare. It made a master wheel back and forth in his chair saying F*#^K, repeatedly, then asked if he could use my chart in his classes. I still don't fully understand what it all means, but it gives me some degree of comfort in my unusual nature...or at least an excuse for it.
My astrologer's name is Joseph Banks. He's up in the mountains of Mars Hill, NC, and is the real deal, on every conceivable level. A Vietnam Vet, worshiper of women and insanely intelligent, he cusses like a sailor, or maybe a truck driver, not that I know people in either of these professions personally. He's one of those people who doesn't give a rat's ass about the material world, and often goes into another parallel world when we are in session. I have no intrinsic proof of this, but I am acutely aware of it when it happens and just wait for him to return, bringing back pearls, and sometimes diamonds from wherever he goes. Between his innate ability to access 'other' places and his organic knowledge of all things astrology, he is a powerful guide in this mostly confusing and perplexed world. I haven't seen him in a couple years...I think I will give him a call. Who knows what gems I will come home with.
So, here it goes, Charlie. I hope you enjoy my ramblings. Much love to you my friend. BTW, yes, that is me, trying to smoke at the age of one. That alone should tell you volumes about me. :)
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