Someone I really could care for….


Sometimes guidance comes in the form of a song.  I was meditating on … well it’s not hard to guess … and suddenly, deep in meditation, these words came:

Blue Moon.

The lyrics of the song ran through my mind, and I got the message.  The message was: your prayer is answered.

However, guidance sometimes occurs on multiple levels, and it often has a sense of humor.  We all know about particle entanglement, which Einstein called "spooky action at a distance."

Actions and reactions occurs on different levels of the unified field.

The night after the meditation, I went to a crazy party.  I was hanging out with this family medicine doc from Hollywood Hills, and as he turned, I suddenly did something I haven’t done since I was a Dark Heineken aficionado in college (yes, that’s my only dark secret): I noticed the label on his beer bottle. 

It sparkled with an unusual radiance, because I had not seen the label ever before.

It read: "Blue Moon."

Blue Moon, a Belgian-Style white beer brewed by the Molson Coors Brewing Company, was launched in 1995. Originally called Bellyslide Belgian White, it was created by Keith Villa, a brewmaster at Coors Field’s Sandlot Brewery (the onsite brewery owned by the Molson Coors Brewing Company). The beer is orange-amber in color with a cloudy appearance because it is unfiltered. It is also spiced with coriander and orange peel in addition to the hops found in most beers.

Who knew?

The Shadow knows…..


Strange dream last evening.  I met the beautiful Crystal at a library inside a party.  But suddenly saw a small flaming hole in the adjacent building, one of the Twin Towers.  Because I had come from the future (8 years future) I knew the building would collapse.  I called her name and whisked us down the stairwell.  People were already rushing into the stairwell, but we ended up alone beneath the building at the subway.  A train pulled up and stopped before us, doors closed.  As I woke up, I wondered whether to take the train north or south, but I knew we were safe.

Why a dream about 9/11, now?  Who was Crystal? Was the name symbolic? (Someone told me I had been the guardian of the crystals in Atlantis.)  What was I doing moving the crystals from the flames?

I had been hanging out at the House of Blues in LA, in the Ganesha room–walls and ceiling filled with powerful energies (the ceiling was made of two temple doors from India).  Even with the 80’s music pumping through the speakers, there was a serenity, joy and power about the room.

Somehow my inner troubadour was triggered.  There was conversation about yoga, and Judaism, and Civil War past lives.

Why the Moon energy, the rare and crystalline Blue Moon, juxtaposed with the fiery towers? Why the silver subway in a Matrix-like image of stalling between worlds?  The lovers about to embark on a journey, moving away from the public and past?

Maybe it was the crystalline light of my own heart, protecting it from the fire of destruction represented by aimless drinking and carousing.

Or perhaps there is another meaning altogether.