It’s 1:51 am on March 1st. My daughter and I came back from the movies a couple of hours ago. Yesterday was my 48th and most favorite birthday. We watched A Complete Unknown, the story of Bob Dylan. It was the perfect Pisces day to watch a Neptunian sort of movie. You know I had to at least try to look up his natal chart. And if the information I found on his birth time is correct, Neptune, along with Mercury, are Bob Dylan’s second most dominant planets. Either way, I felt resonance with this melancholic story of a creator, dreamer, musician, rebel and change agent.
He inspires me because he wasn’t supposed to sing the music he wrote and I’m not supposed to write tell the story I’m telling.
Ebb & flow are part of A Complete Unknown. And yesterday, 2/28/25, was all about the flow of alignment.
By sunset, seven planets positioned themselves into alignment. They say that won’t happen again for a while. I’m not sure if that progression into alignment contributed to my blissful rest in the early morning hours. Maybe it was just the placebo effect since I knew about it ahead of time. Either way, I stayed in that in between space where I was neither fully asleep nor fully awake. My body felt weightless and my bed felt like the softest cloud. It had been so long since I’d been in that space. It was the perfect way to awaken.
The day continued to progress in the most aligned way.
My hair was still wet when we got to the theater because before we left home, I had walked a couple of blocks to the community pool. I hadn’t been winter swimming since November. The water wasn’t that cold. This is Arizona, after all. But it was still chilly enough to be invigorating and refreshing. There’s nothing to which I can compare cold swimming. I think it’s the dopamine hit I’m chasing. It’s the most euphoric altered state for which my Pisces Sun pines along with my 12th house Mercury and Mars.
Speaking of altered states, It was cold outside during my very first Ayahuasca journey.
As the medicine was wearing off, I felt a strong urge to get into the nearby cold water. I asked the shaman to allow me to swim. He hesitated for some time before consenting. After that, cold water swimming, something I was already doing before the first ceremony, seemed more and more like a psychedelic experience. And I’m talking about swimming while being stone cold sober. Maybe I had gotten better with the breathing part. Or maybe something in my head had opened a little more. Or maybe it was some of both.
Also, did you know that someone who is adept at slipping into an altered state can be easily identified through Chinese face reading? It is their indented temples that give them away. This could mean they participate in day dreaming, night dreaming, meditation, prayer, channeling, hypnosis, breath work or drugs. I found this to be super interesting because one of my daughters calls them “head dents.” My dad has them. I got them from him and passed them down the line.
In the video below, @lorinellhypnosis gives some examples. Abraham Lincoln, whose face Lori reads, had the same connective tissue disorder that I have. In fact, Marfan Syndrome is also known as Abraham Lincoln syndrome. Google it. Anyway, I have a theory in process about people with connective tissue disorders. I think they may be more prone to residing in altered states. Now it might not be the connective tissue disorder at all. I listen to this ER doctor who says autism and connective tissue disorders are linked.
And The Telepathy Tapes has linked autism to psychically and spiritually altered states.
Anyway, let me get back to my perfectly aligned birthday.
The day still had hiccups even during that blissful morning. My phone hosted a noise campaign. But I paid little attention. It was my birthday and nothing was going to bring me down. Later, as I walked to the car, I dropped and shattered a plate holding my favorite homemade sweet potato pancakes. I was going to eat them on the way to the movie. Later, since I’ve been writing, my phone died. It turned back on at 3:03 am. I took a screenshot because you know, alignment. But it didn’t take. Then, at 3:04, the cat peed on me. I had forgotten to put back his litter box.
But I was still high on Birthday energy. Nothing like that was going to bring me down.
I thought about how it was my choice to feel good on and around my birthday. I remembered that back in the day, I would listen to Joel Osteen talk about how every day could be a Friday. And I thought about how every day could be a birthday simply by choosing my perspective and outlook. It’s March 2nd now as I’m writing these last sentences. And I’ve thought about it some more. I don’t think that every day has to be a TGIF or a birthday celebration. Some days are melancholic and moody. Without them there wouldn’t be stories like Bob Dylan’s.
After all, to everything there is a season.
You know, I haven’t told yet told you about one of the best parts of my birthday. I took a nap and found myself in the kitchen of a house which I frequent only in my dreams. I was working on the floor when I realized the geometric tile pattern was off in one area. There, I discovered an opening to a secret cellar. After scanning it’s once concealed contents, I awakened. I was still lying there contemplating the dream when my phone rang. Daddy, read the caller ID. This was only the second time he had called on my birthday since he left our family back when I was 21 or 22.