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I've been awake in a quiet house for about two hours now and my brain has finally moved into 'let's type' mode.

I can't remember if I've talked about the January/February World Wheel of the Year card, Six of Vessels - Reunion, from the Wild Wood Tarot. The picture is of a wooded hill with an entrance pouring forth water into a pond. The two Otters at the 
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The Knight of Pentacles has some interesting characteristics whereby the positive attributes a person holds, when over induged, turn into negative attributes:

UNWAVERING..........STUBBORN
CAUTIOUS.......
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Today I found something of great interest in a blog:

"When I lived in Northern California I knew a number of ladies who reported nocturnal sex with aliens. It was entirely voluntary and the 
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Last night I was reading about the happenings on the Internet - the hacking, shutdowns, etc. (a.k.a. - revolution). When I turned on the TV, there was Kevin Costner in a movie, giving a speech about the Internet revolution. The title of the movie alludes me.

After reading The Celestine Prophecy and now part way into The Four Agreements, I'm coming to 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NAR_vh-YFCijt4Jr5u7TPizWgew/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NAR_vh-YFCijt4Jr5u7TPizWgew/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PluckingDaisiesOnThePathTo2012/~4/XnJN6Wao2Uw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sittinginsanctuary.blogspot.com/2012/01/launched.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UEQnkyeip7ImA9WhRVGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30368483.post-5269387103165391957</id><published>2012-01-17T07:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T07:00:03.792-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-17T07:00:03.792-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dreams" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="World Wheel" /><title>They speak...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sittinginsanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/5269387103165391957/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30368483&amp;postID=5269387103165391957" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30368483/posts/default/5269387103165391957?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30368483/posts/default/5269387103165391957?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PluckingDaisiesOnThePathTo2012/~3/d7mjh6tsn6Y/they-speak.html" title="They speak..." /><author><name>Wren Omatic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_crYYuBUxhwY/SxuOMGHG2FI/AAAAAAAAA5U/TCG7M-wNJEY/S220/space.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I had another look at the Ten of Bows. Previously, I matched the card with strategic positioning in the Middle East re: Iran. Now I can see where the people of the world at large are also preparing for whatever may come, not only materially, but personally - taking responsibility for oneself. My question is, "Does taking responsibiliy include strategic positioning for a possible war?" On one 
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The other day I had lunch with the lady at work who I suspected had placed The Celestine Prophecy on the 'free books' shelf in her department. I wasn't wrong. It was she. I was pleased to have found someone else interested in what interests me. Oh, they are around and about but hard to find.

So, today I had another look on the shelf and found The Four Agreements by Don Miguel Ruiz and ET 101: 
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The Germans will soon be launching satellites to explore the earth's magnetic poles, which are moving/shifting 50 km per year. The project is called SWARM. It is interesting to note that eventually Siberia will be the center of a NEW arctic circle... and the rest of the planets weather will adjust/is adjusting around that.

So, what will it be in 2012? More of the 'same old, same old', a 
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Dream - Night of January 1-2, 2012

Picture this, if you can. It looks like the inside of a castle room - no doors or windows. The walls, cathedral ceiling, floor, etc. are of a heavily blue speckled dull medium grey stone/granite. There is a u-shaped hole in the floor surrounded by a banister of the same stone. The flat of the u-shape is against the 
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I'm a bit late. It was only on the morning of the first day of the new year that I felt the urge to purge. And so I did - purged my collection of paper, sorted and organized and got ready. For what? To go back to work, get back into the routine of life where I don't have the time or energy to pursue my hobby passion. That's what. It's a bit depressing but I'm clinging to the part where, if well 
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Just before mid-night on December 31, 2011, I finished reading The Celestine Prophecy and concluded that until this time in my life, I wasn't ready for it. As I read, a number of 'lessons' that had been pressing on me for the last year came to the forefront. It felt like a coming together of all that transpired in my life in 2011. I found myself relating back to incidents with bells ringing and 
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I'm going to do it! I'm going to randomly share some findings re:2012. I've been all through this once before on another Blog that I have since abandoned. It was a great learning experience but there is no doubt in my mind that I will learn many new things as 2012 progresses.

Remember this:

Each different theory or combination of theories will make more sense to different 
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Childhood traumas block our ability to fully experience the mystical. All humans, because of their upbringing, tend toward one of four control dramas:
   Intimidators steal energy from 
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My son had a dream the other night where he was getting lighter and lighter in weight.
The other day, I decided to do a 
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"People talk a lot as if the most important thing in life is to always see things for what they really are. But everything we do, every plan we make, is kind of a lie. We're closing our eyes, pretending that the day won't ever come when we won't need to make any more plans. Hope is the biggest lie there is, and it is the best. We have to 
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I used the Wildwood Tarot around mid-night where Bows = Wands; Vessels = Cups. Why midnight? Because  I was still up and felt like it......

Note that there ar two eights, a six and a four - all even numbers; two Kings and a Page - male 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/c95uDlxnXtbN3P8FiiLsXk0NH7I/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/c95uDlxnXtbN3P8FiiLsXk0NH7I/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PluckingDaisiesOnThePathTo2012/~4/4QPyn2RCmkk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sittinginsanctuary.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-found-another-project.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIHRnwyfip7ImA9WhRXFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30368483.post-2971431680740003012</id><published>2011-12-21T22:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T22:35:37.296-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-21T22:35:37.296-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2012 Wheel" /><title>Blind and Defensive....Argh!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sittinginsanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/2971431680740003012/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30368483&amp;postID=2971431680740003012" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30368483/posts/default/2971431680740003012?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30368483/posts/default/2971431680740003012?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PluckingDaisiesOnThePathTo2012/~3/kbfG2hdwAN0/blind-and-defensiveargh.html" title="Blind and Defensive....Argh!" /><author><name>Wren Omatic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_crYYuBUxhwY/SxuOMGHG2FI/AAAAAAAAA5U/TCG7M-wNJEY/S220/space.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">It's been a while. Life is hectic at home and at work. My brain turns to mush about 3:00 nearly every afternoon. But I did have some time this morning while waiting to go to work, hauling a freshly roasted and carved turkey for a Xmas/Winter Solstice Feast. I spent that time making a new Wheel of the Year Tarot draw. The draw held four Major Arcana in a row from March/April through June/July. 
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Almost a century ago, the Russian scientist Alexander Chizhevsky founded the diverse sciences of astrobiology, heliobiology, and historiometry. He liked to study cycles and brought his extensive knowledge of physiology, biophysics and astrophysics to the study of the sun's cycles. Studying the sun's cycles, he was 
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 "...'having it all' includes a nice home, good health, and a decent job or
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Last 
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It finally hit me today (March 23, 2011) as I was fighting with my health insurance 
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