These comments are so encouraging and enlightening. May I share a lucid dream I had the night/early morning of March 8th....

Background:...We had a tarantula many years ago, more of an object of observation than a ''pet'', but rather terrifying nevertheless. In order to feed ''Max'', I went to a local pet store to buy small live crickets. These were the days before internet as we know it, so any information came from volumes of encyclopedia. I was bewildered that the crickets seemed dead but not decimated so I looked up the behavior of tarantula eating habits and found that they indeed bite their live prey and then wait until the venom liquefies the internal organs of the insect, upon which they insert their proboscis-like structure into the cricket and suck out now liquified contents.

The lucid dream was my own but I think it could be applicable to a large extent to women. I had been raised in a culture where women had very little identity outside of and separate from their husbands, or fathers. Mother rarely used her name...she was Mrs. John Smith (fictitious) and her husband/my father did such and such and made such and such amount of money which classified him into society as such and such....My sister and I grew up doing the same thing as daughters of Mr and Mrs ''Smith'' who were this and that because our father was etc etc. I, therefore, married and adopted the same stance and took my identity from my husband. When we divorced I found a new and younger partner who was, it turned out, an actual younger version of my husband. Both of them abandoned me in favor of younger women who were not only younger, but also had identities of their own.

What my dream showed me was that I was a cricket, and not blaming the two men, the large spider (husband) and small spider (younger love) had both drained me of any real identity of my own, not because they were evil, but BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT SPIDERS DO. That is what this distorted 3rd D culture does. So the dream invited me to get to know myself, which seemed funny because at my age I don't have a lot of time left. Nevertheless, I surrendered to it, and am keenly aware of a deep internal process going on, the synchronicities showing up everywhere, the rebuilding of my own original soul...and I rather like it. She/me is becoming, as I observe, interesting in ways never developed before, ways I never knew existed or if I knew, had been 'liquified and extracted'.
Karma is also creeping up in the manner of instantaneous rage and explosions, which leave me speechless and remorseful when they occur. But I understand now where they are coming from and why...thousands and thousands of millennia oppression and distortion of BOTH the male and female ...and I am embracing the outbursts as I do when my 3 year old grandson explodes in a temper tantrum....change location, gather him into my loving arms, hold him close and rock the wounded soul, sometimes sing a quiet song until he can sing with me and then we dance! Same process, same results

I am quietly joying in the transformational energies of this magical cosmic month.

In Love and Light,

sandra