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How I Got Started in the Horoscope Writing Business
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Chapter 25
If you dream of a three-legged dog
nipping at your leg just in time to nudge you clear of a flowerpot that has fallen off a third-story window sill, it means a dormant part of your genius is waking up.
If you dream you're a mute, wheelchair-bound princess
If you dream of having fat cells
If you dream of gangs of wealthy feminists
If you dream that you are naked We can't decide whether you remind us more of Captain Ahab in his mad pursuit of Moby Dick or Sir Galahad in his pure-hearted search for the Grail. Sometimes you seem irrationally obsessed with an unworthy quarry that brings out dark though creative sides of your nature. Other times your struggle appears to be a holy quest that's forcing you to access the wild, smart goodness that is your birthright. We suppose it's possible that both are true. Maybe that's exactly the point.
The Televisionary Oracle
is brought to you by the salt water in your blood the medicine in your tears and the lightning in your brain. Read Chapter 26
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