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Thanks to St. Bernadette (my favorite saint) and experiences with the Female Christ, I was shown the whole "serve thing" early in life and it touched me very deeply. Unfortunately, I was still in the "morning of my life" and found it difficult to reconcile pure service into my daily life. For the most part, ambition won out and I spent my "morning" following that. Now that it is "past noon" I am working on making the shift to bring that pure service back in and shed the whole ambition thing. It's not always easy, though. Ambition can be very clinging and hard to shake off. It gets easier, though, with each new year.

I got hit with the empty nest syndrome 5 years ago so I can totally relate. While it was tough at first, it was a very, very good thing for me. It enabled me to grow substantially. And I grew to really love living alone. It got hard for me to imagine NOT living alone. But I am going into yet another new shift and this new shift has a lot to do with my impending westward movement. This new shift, I believe, will open me up to new exciting dynamics.

I'm out of time right now but when I come back I'll try to explain what I learned from my looking into my astrocartography readings in regard to California.

Ah, the West Coast......

Of the hundreds of lives I've lived on this planet my current life is the only one in which I've been to the West Coast of North America--or so I'm led to believe by information received from my entity. I've had many lives on Turtle Island (North America) but none on the West Coast. And it makes sense because every time I've gone to the West Coast in this life it's like being in a very foreign land. It's all very new and exciting to me--like I've never been there before. There are no vibes of recognition whatsoever. Everywhere else I've been in America I've felt vibes of recognition.

My first experiences with the West Coast came when I was a teenager. I didn't live there but I visited on three separate occasions. One of the visits could hardly be called a true visit. I merely spent several hours at LAX. Another visit was just two days at Disneyland. The third visit was 5 mystical magical days spent in San Diego. It was the early Seventies and for some strange reason I will always remember that the number one song in America that week, according to Billboard Magazine and Casey Kasem, was Me and Mrs. Jones, by Billy Paul. It's weird some of the things we remember. It's not so weird, though, that I would remember the palm trees.

Those 5 days in San Diego were spent in a hotel right on the beach. A lot went on during those 5 days but what impacted me the most was the countless hours I spent on the beach watching the Pacific Ocean roll in to my feet. I fell in love during those 5 days. I fell in love with the Pacific Ocean. I knew that I would someday return to Southern California.

In addition to those early visits, in my adult years I ended up living on the West Coast for a total of about 3 years. I lived in Washington State for a year (just outside of Olympia). I lived in Oregon for a year (just outside of Ashland). In California I lived in Los Angeles for a year and I also lived for exactly 30 days in Palm Springs. For me, living on the West Coast was either outrageously fantastic or outrageously horrendous. It depended on where I was, both mentally, emotionally, and geographically, and it also depended in large part on the climate I found myself in. Climate was huge.

We (my family and me) moved to Washington State in the summer. I was coming off of some of the greatest spiritual epiphanies of my life and I was high as a kite. Washington State is a paradise in the summertime. The first couple of months we were there were some of the very happiest and spiritual times of my life.

But then winter came. The clouds came rolling in and they never left. It rained and rained and rained and rained and rained and we went months without ever seeing the sun. That winter was the closest I ever came to completely losing my mind. I am an extremely solar person. I simply cannot go more than 48 hours without sunshine. I just can't. Like a flower, deprived of sunlight I quickly wither and die. I simply must have sunshine on a daily basis. It's the only way my body, mind, and soul can function. I simply must see and touch and feel the sun every single day. I barely made it out of Washington State alive. If I had stayed there any longer I would have ended up in a straight-jacket in a maximum security mental institution. It was the most horrible and heinous winter of my entire life.

The year I spent in Oregon wasn't nearly so bad, in fact is was quite a stellar year as far spiritual epiphanies goes. Metaphysically speaking, it was one of the most profound years of my life. While the winters in Oregon are also extremely rainy and cloudy, we very rarely went more than 3 to 5 days without seeing the sun. There was enough sunshine to keep me alive and thriving. But there was something missing and that's why I made the horrendous decision to move to Washington. Yikes!

According to my astrocartography chart, I have a particularly horrendous line that runs somewhat north-south. It runs right through Seattle and heads south through Oregon and into California. In California it runs south through the center of the state about halfway between the coast and the Nevada border. As California angles to the east, the lines continues south and enters the Pacific Ocean about 150 to 200 miles northwest of Los Angeles. I forget what this line is called but if I'm anywhere near this line my life is in complete agony. It's one of the worst places on the planet to be.

When I lived in Washington I was very close to this yucky line. In Oregon I wasn't quite so close plus I had a little tiny minor line that ran right through where I lived which was very positive and the very positive effects of this minor line greatly reduced the effects of that horriffic line. Since the line went out into the Pacific northwest of Los Angeles, anywhere from Los Angeles south I was clear of the heinous effects of this rotten line. So far southern California was okay for me and there was a tiny area of southwest Oregon that was doable but most of the rest of the West Coast downright sucks--depending on how close I am to this line from hell.

My experience on the West Coast totally validates this astrology--extremely so. But my experience on the West Coast has a big hole. I've been all over Washington and it seems over every inch of Oregon and I've been in Northern California. And I've also been in far southern California. But the big hole of my experience has been Central California. I've never been to Central California.

After learning years ago about this digusting horrific astrological line from hell that runs down through Central California, I put Central California out of my mind. I've lived on that line and don't want to be anywhere near it. So you can understand my dismay as spirit has been repeatedly telling me for the last couple of years when I ask it where I am to go, that I should go west. I ask, "Does Southwest count?" Apparently it doesn't, according to spirit. When spirit says West it means West.

Well, I've got a National Geographic map of the United States tacked to a wall in my apartment. It's a lovely map. (I'm a map freak.) I can stand in front of that map and put my right index finger on my current location high up in the Colorado Rockies and with my left index finger I can "go west" following the latitudinal lines until I hit the Pacific Ocean. And my left finger ends up just a smidgeon north of San Francisco. I can go a tiny bit south of where I am now and then go due west until I came to the end of land and I would end up in the middle of downtown San Fancisco, California.

As I've said, I've never been to Central California and I've therefore never been to San Francisco--although I have to admit that I have worn flowers in my hair. As a child I was always enamored of San Francisco. It always drew my attention when studying history or geography. And ever since then I've always loved watching movies filmed in San Francisco. When I found out as a child that the great San Francisco Earthquake happened on April 18th, 1906 I got even more excited because April 18th is my birthday!

Okay, let's talk about Edgar Cayce for just a teeny moment, okay? The Edgar Cayce Readings stated that spirituality always travels in a direction from east to west. I've never seen this corroborated in any other channeled information but the Cayce Readings are enough for me so I'll go with that. The Readings went on to say that every continent on the planet has two spiritual openings: one an entrance and the other an exit. When going through a series of incarnations designed to experience a certain continent, the soul always first enters the continent through the opening and, after the series of lives is finished, leaves through the exit. As far as Turtle Island (North America) goes, The Readings stated that the spiritual opening to the continent lies in the Virginia Tidewaters region where Virginia Beach is now located. The exit point is the San Francisco Bay. The official spiritual exit to the continent runs directly under the Golden Gate Bridge just north of San Francisco!

Okay, let's go back to my astrocartography reading. When I first had astrocartography readings done twenty-some years ago and learned of this heinously disgusting line that ran north-south through the center of California I pretty much put California, and the West Coast in general, out of my mind as possible goals. I didn't want to be anywhere near that hellish line ever again. But as I brought out my reading again and studied it closer I realized there was another line that I didn't pay much attention to way back then. And it's surprising that I didn't because this other line was my Moon line.

In astrology you've got your sun sign and moon sign and ascendant and then there are all those planets and houses and stuff. But it is your sun sign and moon sign and ascendant that are the three primary impinging astrological energies. They're the big three. And so it is with astrocartography. These three lines traversing the globe are the three most important lines involving one's overall chart. These lines chart the places of most significance to you.

So I began noticing my Moon line. It starts in that harrowing place called Alaska where day and night are two parts of a single year. Being a solar dude, Alaska and any place far from the Equator scares the pants off me. Yuck, yuck, yuck! Anyway, the line flows south from Alaska into the Pacific Ocean. It flows over the Pacific Ocean all the way down to Antarctica--the other place that scares the bejeebers out of me. I guess it's appropriate that my Moon Line flows over water. The moon and the oceans are intimate partners.

But wait! As I follow this very important line in my life I realize that it actual crosses land on three very short separate occasions on its trek from north to south. The first place it touches land is just north of San Francisco. It crosses land but follows right along the coast until about 250 or so miles south of San Francisco when it goes back out to sea. Soon after going back out to sea it crosses that horrible heinous line of mine that had just gone out to sea. While the horrible line goes out to sea, my Moon Line follows the California coastline and once again goes across land around Santa Barbara. It follows the coastline but across land and it goes straight through Los Angeles and San Diego and Tijiuana and then it goes back out to sea. It only hits land one more time on its trek to the South Pole and that is as it crosses the Galapagos Islands. Curiously, as a child I was utterly infatuated with the Galapagos Islands. I checked out every book and magazine I could find in the library about them and I dreamed of one day visiting those strange and beautiful islands.

So anyway, with further scrutiny, I realized that Central California wasn't so bad--provided I am as close to the ocean as possible. The closer I go inland, the closer I get to that horrifically heinous line. There was a very small portion of Central California--right along the coast and just under this Moon line--that is extremely good for me! Wow, how did I miss that before? It's a very narrow strip of land with very special qualities and it only runs from just north of San Francisco to a bit south of San Francisco. And then it happens again in far Southern California. Those narrow coastal strips are the only parts of California that are astrologically beneficial to me. And one is due west of me and one is due southwest of me.

According to the astrocartography reading, by the way, the place where I live now basically sucks. I've known that for the 17 years I've lived here but I've also known that there were reasons to be here and experience and movement to be garnered from the situation but I feel I have reaped about all I can from this astrological dynamic and it's time to move onward. And apparently that means westward. There is very little beneficial land for me in the west but now I know exactly where that little bit of land is. It's nice to get specific and narrow one's projectory. And it's nice to know that I'll be close to the ocean--as well as to palm trees.

When I did an internet search on Monterey, California and clicked on a site the first picture that came up was of the harbor and there were palms trees in the picture! I wasn't sure if palm trees grew that far north but apparently they do. Another interesting thing I noticed is that my Moon line runs essentially parallel with the San Andreas Fault. There is a lot of energy in that fault and I wonder how beneficial that might be.

So now you know what direction I'm thinking in. My heart leans towards Southern California but my heart has never been to the coast of Central California. It may be a challenge to follow spirit but spirit is getting more explicit by the day.

And, by the way, I have been asking spirit to get more explicit and show me some signs. When I watched the movie, Ambition to Meaning and saw the incredible rugged beauty of Asilomar my body began vibrating like crazy and I realized that it surely was a sign.