It has been predicted November was going to be one rowdy, wild ride astrologically, to the division in timelines, separating the false matrix from the crystalline matrix, to major solar flares hitting the planet.

They, the prognosticators – whoever they are, weren’t kidding.

We are surfing the storms of scorpionic energies where we are all faced with emotional shadows lurking below the surface of our consciousness. Our fears. Scorpio being the most pyschic of all the signs, is also highly intense in its teaching tools with its chaotic emotional-wrecking-ball heaving back and forth across our horizon lines of awareness. It was also postulated the magnitude of this high-voltage-intensity hasn’t been on the planet in literally millions of years. That’s a wow! Or a whoa! Whatever your beliefs are in this realm, I haven’t yet discovered a friend, family member or client that hasn’t had some kind of splash or jolt this month. These transitional explosions, of course can also be intensely positive.

Including me. Including my family.

My family inadvertently invited Death to join us for dinner. Sure as hell wasn’t intentional, at least not from a conscious point of view. We have been in conversation with Him for the over last two weeks and counting, however I made the strong assertion after the salad, “Sorry, but you’re not invited for dessert.” That happened in 2016. Death stayed for dessert. It was when my husband and dad both went on their cosmic safari. This time, it’s been my year-and-a-half-old grandson. He’s been sitting next to Death at the dining room table. Death was becoming way too comfortable and familiar, teasing empty promises with him. That’s why I became adamant about no peach cobbler, no dessert. That didn’t go over well, however it did the trick. Now Death is putting on his trench coat in the foyer. He’s still looking back to the dining room with possibilities in his keen translucent eyes, and at the same time is already contemplating his next stage play.

Death is quite the guy, by the way, intellectual, erudite, well spoken, multilingual and gifted. Handsome too, and seductive in his parlance and gestures. It’s easy to be convinced and deceived, taken-in, essentially seduced, especially when it becomes too difficult to deal with the non-stop nonsense being regurgitated in our everyday lives.

We have talked about flirting with death as a family and how we feel. Those feelings of abject helplessness in the face of adversity of the highest magnitude, have been a central conversation. It’s been very up-front and incredibly personal. Where and what are our greatest fears? What are our roles in the passion play and what are we learning? My theme has been how to stay positive and surrounded in light, no matter the outcome.

Because as we know, it’s all in the learning and in our perceptions.

In reality, death is but a transition. There really is no death, as consciousness lives on. And on. The difficult part is really in our percieved loss of our loved ones, whether human in this case, to our animal families. I believe this will be a central theme in a new learning curve for humanity as we transition away from our outmoded death beliefs in the days ahead.

The PICU has been our residence for the past two weeks and probably will be for another week before we transition to the childrens’ wing. Death though, will not be joining or having dessert with us. Not this time.

*It’s been a hell of a ride and not a particularly enjoyable one.

*Everything is a learning curve; its own adventure.

*The experience has been incredibly unifying.

*Life is a beautiful thing.

My invitation is always look through the lens of what adversity (in career, health, relationships, spiritual foundations) or particular challenges or even death propose? If something isn’t working, then discover a new methodology, a better direction, a course correction, a way around the sandbar. It may even call for surrender as it did in my case. I had to – I am admitting this out loud – surrender and be grateful to the endless torture of needles, pumps, tubes, suctions, paralytics, fentanyl, albuterol, antibiotics, catheters, suppositories, eye gel, thermometers, intubation, ventilators, masks, methadone…and I haven’t covered them all. This to save a 16 month old child. I (we) have literally had to surrender the saving of this child’s life, to nurses and doctors, pharmaceuticals and technology, something I’m not completely comfortable, coming from past experiences. Talk about a learning curve.

And a gift.

I want to thank with high appreciation and gratitude, the thousands – yes – thousands of people who have been praying for my grandson. I am so humbled and honored by people’s kindnesses and generosity of time, grace and spirit.

Cosmic sunshine,

Candia ☀️

I’m grateful for ❤️:

The Beauty that I live with

The Beauty that I live by

And the Beauty in which I live my Life.