posted July 18, 2013 03:23 PM            

Your dreams about your grandmother.... The answer is hidden in symbolism and actions within the dreams. Sometimes it's a processing of our grief and loss by our own minds and emotions. But there can be an occult or metaphysical realm of contact possible while we are 'unconscious'... A portal of sorts where the ones who cared the most have a chance to impart something 'important'... a 'clue' or a meaning to discern that is a key to the doors of our destiny and purpose....

Dream: MY MEMERE says to me, 'You've Got Bones'

I had a grandmother who was a late-degree Scorpio, and my 'secret' friend (12th House) for a decade after I'd left home the first time. We wrote letters throughout my twenties. I still have her letters. I have a special appreciation of the things she wrote now because I'm an adult (58+yrs) and I know the pains of families, and relationships. I admired her sooo much then, and I appreciate the astrology of her now... The skies are very 'telling' these days of special Grand Water Trines in the Water Houses. Impacting my own natal chart with a surrealism that would blow you away....

My Memere was born in Canada somewhere between 1904 to 1914... I have been estranged from 'family' for decades. She died in Manchester, NH (usa) on USA's "Independence Day," July 4th, 1984, at 2:00am....

The astrology of this Death is VERY significant in my chart. And significant today... literally.

She was 'the ONLY person' in my whole entire life that I ever felt truly accepted and loved me 'as I am'.... for 'who' I am... Despite my big-mouth, know-it-all young adult brashness and intellectualism. She saw through me, and loved me, as I was--- and perhaps for the sense in her of what or who I may become in my potential. I like to think that she could "see" the Future, in me.

I had just given birth to a daughter that March 31st, but because strangeness and circumstances, I never got to visit. She knew she was dying, but didn't share with anyone that she was. She kept things to herself until she collapse and died ten days later.

She was firstborn of 8 children. I was firstborn of next generation, and my daughter was the first of this generation. She also had a daughter firstborn. My grandmother never got to "hold" that generation in her arms before she left. I never got to see my own grand-daughter. I grieved immensely at these losses.

I was special to my friend and Memere. I was the 'only' girl. She had a professional photograph of me in her bedroom (that I had won in a town raffle in college). She kept it in a stand-up frame near her wedding portrait on her dresser. Before she left her house to go to the hospital, knowing that she would never return, my Aunt said she paused at the front door, took out her prayer book and walked back into her bedroom and placed it at the base of my picture. Her 'last thoughts' before leaving her 'House' mortal and physical were of "me."

She had kept it a secret from everyone that she had pancreatic cancer.... Keeled over and turned jaundice on June 24th that year. Was taken to the hospital (for her first time since her young twenties), and was operated on. When they looked at how the cancer was spread, they took out enough to make her comfortable, then just closed the incision since the cancer had spread everywhere, especially to her liver and her lungs.

She died very peacefully at 2:00am (according to her hospital roommate who was alone with her when she passed). There was remarkable "Peace" in the air, she said....

My grandmother was "Beauty" to me....

Months and years passed. Then in the course of a month, I had a series of three dreams about her. There was an eidetic quality to these dreams. Nostalgia. Vivid. Red in her kitchen. The appliances and wood cabinets. The bright open windows. We would talk. I didn't know that the third dream would be my last 'contact' with her. In the second and third dreams I realized I knew I was dreaming...

In this third dream, we were in her little kitchen again. The action-scene moved towards the front door nearby. I became very 'lucid' in this dream. We hugged! (In life, she was not at all a physically demonstrative person, so hugs were very rare when I was young....)

I asked her directly 'why' that although she was dead I could 'feel' her....

Her answer and voice had an amplified quality that echoed, surreal. Her answer was... because "You've Got Bones." And I awoke.

She left. She never came back.

After that I searched out for what the meanings of 'bones' could mean in a dream.

Can't remember it all right now, but had to do with terrible calamity and catastrophic events. I resisted that interpretation, but indeed, that was the fact of my life ahead of me. So many catastrophic losses, THROUGHOUT my entire life.

(Were it not for my Jupiter-ruled [SagAsc,2ndDecan] chart's bright optimism (Jupiter-mars ruling energies), and my inner life-long devotion and longing and quest for right living and right values, I don't know "how" I could have survived my life... I had resilience working on my side.)

Now that I'm into astrology, I know that bones are ruled by Saturn/Capricorn. She died right where Saturn is a few degrees away from right NOW (during GrandWaterTrine-- NN on my Saturn-rxScorp11th, Mars-Jupiter-BML a few degrees away from my MarsCancer 2.36',7th).

The bone marrow has another rulership...(can't recall just now), but I know that it's where our "new" blood cells get manufactured; our DNA material... genetics.

Back in the O.T. Bible days, the bones of one's ancestors and tribe were kept together and buried in special places. "Bones"... are like the Dreams of former generations, Collective destinies, and the life of generations to come. "Bones"... can become dry (no moisture), broken and scattered,... buried, yet remembered.

At the Word of the prophet Ezekiel, the bones came back together and a mighty army sprung up.... A tribe. A Family. A Restoration.

Vision of the Valley of Dry Bones... Ezekiel 37 http://biblehub.com/ezekiel/37.htm

Bby_Scorpio.... Thankyou so much for this opportunity for me to share the essence about the story of my grandmother, and The Dream.....

I hope you evolve through these dreams about YOUR grandmother! My fervent wish for you is that you will hold up the question, and come to solve 'the puzzle' of your mysteries about 'who' you are, and your ultimate purpose in life...

QUEST-ions....