on.’ By pulling this card, you’ve turned a corner in your life, wherein your prayers and positive thoughts are delivering new rays of Divine light to illuminate your present and future.”
Do Not Extract the Gold
Dream Journal Entry
Monday, March 19, 2013
I’m telling Zach (my brother) that it’s such a shame that all the updates I’m making to my memoir won’t be in the hard copy as I explain to him my new strategy to brush off all the dirt from my childhood experiences in order to extract the gold, like turning lemons into lemonade, or something to that effect. I thought he would like it better that way, and Dad would too. But Zach is adamant: “No! Don’t do that.”
Synchronicity (March 19, 2013)
Speaking of lemons, I added them to my grocery list. But I wasn’t really thinking about lemons on my way to the store. The wind was fierce, and I almost turned back when my pink baseball cap blew off. But my lack of English muffins prodded me on.
In addition to the ridiculous wind, I was annoyed because I couldn’t stop thinking about a certain e-mail I had received earlier from a potential client. I wanted to ask the Universe for a synchronicity, something that would give me guidance about that e-mail, but I don’t think that’s how it works. You can ask for a sign, but can you ask for a synchronicity? I don’t know. I really just wanted to enjoy my walk. Just blow it off, like the wind. Repeat. Just blow it off, like the wind. Repeat. My thoughts soon relaxed, became present, and shortly thereafter the wind let up.
As I approached the backside of the grocery store, a row of about 15 pallets with bags stacked on them attracted my attention. Why so many? What is in them, dirt or concrete or what? I had to know, so I deviated from my usual path to check them out. But I couldn’t tell what was in them because they were double-wrapped. What’s it to me anyway, I wondered, as I stepped up on the curb past the last pallet and began to cross the field, which I had never done before. About ten steps in, on the ground right in front of me, was a lemon. A plastic lemon!
No doubt my psyche lured me to that very spot. How hilarious! What are the chances? I was so excited, walking up on a lemon like that in such an odd and unexpected way. Of course, without the context of the alchemy oracle card that I drew on March 10, and the correlations I made between gold and a lemon and between my psyche and matter, a plastic lemon in the middle of a field would have been meaningless to me. But this amazing synchronicity told me to go home and research alchemy, a subject that I had sent to the back of the line, and to reread my lemon/gold synchronicities with renewed importance.
I had what I thought was a brilliant idea as I began to build this page, that is, I would accomplish two things at once: build the alchemy page, of course, but in the process I would show how I plan to transform the negative childhood experiences in my memoir (which seem to be a thorn in the claws of some of my family members, especially my Dad) and turn them into gold. I took into account what Zach said in my dream, but I figured he just misunderstood what I meant.
However, totally disregarding my conscious thought, my psyche apparently took over the whole process of building this page, for it is not until this very moment that I realize this page isn't at all what I was planning.
That thing about childhood memories never even came up. Instead that lemon in the field led me, through alchemy, to a whole new understanding of the process of personal transformation, and it showed me where I am in my process of self-discovery.
As I review everything I have just written, as I scratch my head at the marvel of it all, a revelation occurs to me: From the depths of the dark night of my soul arises a new dawn—the color of lemons and sunrise—on this first day of spring, March 20, 2013. ♀ ♂