PREFACE

The cover came to me as a vision during a sleep: a cross-sectioned moose in the forest with a pure white dove in place of the heart. The moose heard and then the dove with honesty (yellow cone above the dove); the dove and then the moose spoke with love (red), leave the past behind (blue), and the earth below (brown). The road below the moose was also cross-sectioned. I was driven to paint the scene which I finished during the 2019 Christmas holidays.

Non-fiction

Lesson 80: Natural Seasons

Lesson 82: Green Warbler

Lesson 84: Yellow Warbler

Lesson 86: Angry Red-winged Blackbird

Lesson 88: Blue

Lesson 90: Purple Pigeon

Lesson 92: Orange Joyous New Bird

Lesson 94: White Going Gull

Lesson 96: Black Cap

Lesson 98: Twack Too

Lesson 100: Gray Birds

Lesson 102: 2D or 3D

Lesson 104: Tax Credit

Lesson 106: Chiron

Lesson 108: Long Drive Elk

Lesson 110: Covid-19

Lesson 112: Driven Past Buffalo

Lesson 114: The Clock

Lesson 116: Understanding You Through Hidden Teachings

Lesson 118: Beluga Whale

Lesson 120: Fly Spirit  

Northern Hemisphere

Aries - the sun returns rays to North America, warming the sky.

Taurus – warming earth

Gemini – warming air

Cancer – warming water

Leo – fireflies

Virgo – harvesting the crops, cooling earth

Libra – cooling air

Scorpio – cooling water

Sagittarius – the stars, The Milky Way galaxy which we move around

Capricorn – frozen ground

Aquarius – coldest air

Pisces – glaciers, ice, lots of snow

Self-regulation Lessons by Colour and Bird 

In our classroom, we were learning about ‘The Zones of Regulation (by Leah Kuypers)’, with there being four colours: green, yellow, red and blue.

The female warblers appear more green, gray and brown. They are closer in colour to the leaves that they eat from. They move about less quickly than the males. So small, and hop about. 

Such a small bird, yet it captures our attention. It moves about the birch tree using its long beak to eat bugs I can’t see. Only to fly away to come by another day that I am sitting on the couch with the large window view. 

Gone in the fall and winter, to return sometime in spring.

Green is good. Our school’s student chairs are green. If a student is seated in the green chair, then everything is OK. Once they leave the green chair, then they are into the yellow zone. 

So small. So yellow, at least the males. So quick as they move about the tree. Up then down. Left to right. Away. Then back. 

Yellow represents agitation. 

Small birds do move fast! And then they are gone!

I notice that some people move about fast too. They could be small kids or they could be adults. Walk and spin, walk and spin. The brain says go, but where?

So yellow. So happy I feel, to see a yellow warbler. 

The males are so bright and say look at me!

I went for a walk around Gillies Lake in Timmins, Ontario. It usually takes about 25 minutes. There were a lot of birds on and around the lake.

There were also a lot of people. Some were walking, biking, running, and pushing baby strollers. Kids were swimming from the beach. Kids were gliding over one-at-a-time at the water park. Lots of activity.

As I finished walking over the boardwalk, a bird dived at my head and hissed. As I have little hair, I was worried about a peck and then a cut. The bird flapped to my right, turned, hissed and flew down again. Flapped, turned, and dived a third time. Flapped, turned, dived and hissed. Then it flew about within earshot. Obviously, a mother bird protecting its young. 

What a silly place to defend a nest, along a highly used trail. A stressful bird to say the least. A stressful upbringing for the baby bird. Every walker, runner, rider must encounter the same angry red-winged bird!

Jay screeching in the spruce tree, I pause my walk. A crow on a neighbouring branch. Both look down at me. What can I do for help? Such a terrible sounding screech from the jay. A quick glance and I do not see anything else around. Mid-summer and the blue jay’s young should be big enough now. I continue on my walk along the paved road with tall neighbouring trees.

In the right light, the sheen of a crow’s feathers are blue. One crow always seems to be near or I move through its territory. Somehow it always finds food: on the grounds of the schoolyard, up in a neighbouring tree, or the lawn of my residence. Sometimes it sits on a wire or on top of a pole as I pass below. A quiet bird, walking like a roaster on the ground, hopping away if I get near, flying away from the source of food, keeping an eye on each other. Blue as in quiet. Its friend is the noisy one. Crowing from the tops of various trees, letting us know where it is during the day. Beginning the daily communication around sunrise. Who needs an alarm clock?

Food. Food. Food! It gives us energy to continue on. Crows are not fussy. They will eat off the wrapper of a chocolate bar, mom first, then maybe child. Mom finds a worm, eats it. Mom eats another. Splits a third with one of two young. Usually for humans, the host eats last. 

Rapid caws of warning from a pole top, one street over, as I walk along.

Minutes later, three crows attack something above, look up to see the much larger osprey, having to dip and dive. The warning before was because of it, soaring above crow territories. All competing for food amongst the shrubs of emerging lands that once was a sandbar, and even longer than that, where sailing ships would pass over.

New land for the birds. And the occasional person looking for a different view of the river. 

Now ice. And the osprey has left for the warmer south. 

I am left with the crows. Blue now is the coldness of the air, as ice covers the Moose River (November 9, 2019).

The next lessons are more colours and birds for self-regulation.

Between yellow and red is purple, or at least in my rainbow. Purple like the feathers on the neck of a pigeon. 

Pigeons like to fly in a flock. To bank a turn, dip or dive and land on buildings or the ground. To eat from that which we cannot see, surely a seed.

To plump themselves down into the snow to spend the night. Insulated by the snowy blanket.

Doing a balancing act, on railings and roof edges. Certainly not afraid of heights. I guess no bird is, as they would fall into air and glide themselves to safety. Back down to yellow, a sun with a happy face.

Red, who wants to be angry. For long? Karma to come back to you? A future price to pay.

Purple to calm down. Home and family like the countries of the world. To take care of its peoples. To look after their own. But pigeons hang out with other kinds of birds. People do not seem to learn from the birds or animals. Pigeons can feed alongside ducks. And hang out with gulls. Pigeon homes include other bird species.

They seem to be only a bit excited sometimes. They will fly away if someone gets too close.

A bird hopped into my attention. A new different bird.

A land bird as the river was frozen. It had: brown feathers on its wings and back; black dots on its breast plus orange among white while it hopped around and along the edge of the building, eating from the ground. Alone, but an orange chest. It took flight.

A winter bird? A medium-sized bird.

Me, alone in my joy if need be. Hop. Eat. Fly.

I can be how I like to be. I choose to be happy. I choose to be strong. I choose to be confident. Speckled, I earned my dots through hard work.

I have yet to identify this new bird.

The gull of it all. The gull to walk across my path, as I pause and wait for you.

The gull of you to screech screech screech as another gull flies near you, a near mid-air collision.

The gull of you only liking open water although you eat from the land too.

The gull of you to hang out with the crows.

The gull of you to flock on the water in the late afternoon and evening, blocking boaters.

The gull of you to soar and eat the tiny flies up in the air as you dip and dive.

The gull of it all, to fly past my eyesight in the morning with 50 or more of you, in the air, gliding down to the field to eat. The field full of food for all kinds of birds, every day until the snow covers the grass. 

Gulls appear at first sign of open river water by bridges and where one river flows into another. The gull of it all. 

Gone gulls, as the river has frozen for the winter to late in the spring. To be replaced by a rare sighting of a snowy owl if at all.

Chickadees came to visit the neighbour’s feeder. Although it was empty. So, they randomly sampled the trees. This way and that. Trees of different species. So busy, to and fro. Four of them.

The next day, I went for a walk with snowshoes under one arm, and a red canvas bag of tea making supplies in the opposite hand. Soon after, a crow gave out warning calls.

Down to the river I went. Over the ice and some snow, able to walk several meters. Then on with the snowshoes. It was slightly easier to walk with them on. Made a B-line for the trail between the red willows. Someone had packed down the way on snowmobile, over which someone had cross-country skied. Another human powered soul. Reminded me of my youth, where aged ten, I taught myself how to cross-country ski. I had a strong desire to force fresh air into my lungs. I have passed through the snowmobile phase of going longer distances past trees and frozen waters. Happy now to shuffle along on snowshoes, stopping to cut a branch, and catch my breath. 

On to below the black spruce, and the end of the snowmobile wide trail, as it had turned around there. Ducked below a red filled branch of moose berries, I widened the ski trail with a snowshoe packing down the snow, and followed someone else’s tracks. 

Into the swamp I went. I continued to follow the ski tracks through and over the bent cattails, rather than follow the vegetation less trail of snow-covered ice. I looked for a cut trail to the left. I kept looking for a break in the trees. Two birds flew above and past, landed high in the spruce tree tops as I stopped to spot them. I asked them where the trail was. I ventured a little further, and in line with where they were, was the trail. I placed down my bag, went to the right and through a break in the trees over a beaver dam, a little past over the frozen waterway and another path to follow, but that would be another time. Back to my bag I went before a bird or animal found it.

I picked up the bag, continued up the bank to find fallen trees to use as fire wood. I found a roughly circular clear-cut area. I decided to use the dried branches of a fallen spruce tree, easier to just break the branches off.

I used a removed snowshoe as a shovel to clear the snow for the fire. I cut off branches from the dead tree with my hand trimmer. Then I used my momentum of my arm against the branch to snap it off. Then my foot or feet onto the branch to snap it off, which was much quicker and required the least amount of energy. 

I placed the larger branches, three of them down first as a base. Then I added the smallest of branches on top. I placed waste paper from my home supplies, and a few small pieces of birch bark from a neighbouring tree on top. From my pocket I took out a box of matches, and then one match, striking it against the side. The flame to paper, in a couple of places and then watched it carefully burn. From the pile of branches, I took a few, and added them above the flame. 

Quickly the small branches burnt. I continually added more and slightly bigger branches, needing to push down the pile with a dry branch/stick. The flame nearly went out as I added too many. To the paper supply I went, and added them to the fire, with it going into full burn again. A fire needs air, as I need fresh air too.

Off I went to cut a pole/alder tree for the teapot. I then placed it amongst the birch clump. I poured water from a reused juice container into the pot. From my red bag, I took out two tea bags from a Ziploc bag, and put them into the water, on with the pot’s top, the kettle onto the pole via the handle, with the kettle drooping close to the fire. Away with the Ziploc bag, more for the next fire, and the empty container too. 

To gathering more branches for the fire, no need for trimmers, nor axe or saw. The hands are needed only as I work up the fallen cut tree, now able to look about more, plus enjoy the view of the fire from a nearby stump. 

A “twack” onto a nearby tree! I look around, but do not see a bird or animal. Alone or not? The sun behind the clouds, snow on its way in a few hours or more. 

I put more branches on top of the fire. I went to get a bigger dead tree from the area. I placed the tree across the fire, to burn it into two. Stirred the fire with the stick, coals now on top of the snowless ground. 

Oh no! I forgot to pack a cup! How am I to drink the tea? I had to drink it from the side of the kettle, after it cooled off enough. So prepared, but forgot one thing. Good thing manners for one allowed the lack of etiquette. 

Like writing this out, lots of details in making a fire once you get out in the bush, with snowshoes numbered 18 = 1+8 = 9 and the other 4. 9,4 = soul. I need to get out in the air and feed my spirit as I am a soul, looking, listening, smelling the fire, tasting the tea, moving around to stay fit.

How I hear becomes important. I look up, and the birds appear. About four inches long, gray, sleek in a flock, to the spruce tops, nibbling on acorns, tree-to-tree. Black capped chickadees appear too. Keep your head up.

Have spotted those gray birds many times this winter and mainly in a flock flying left and right together, like winter starlings minus the spots. Several bunches of birds to then none. Pole against the birch tree. 

Poured the rest of the tea, onto the fire. Kicked snow from around the fire and on top of it, to smoldering snow. Put the supplies back into the red bag, plus the wet leather gloves. On with the snowshoes, needing to warm up my hands in my cold mitts after one shoe on, and then the other. Grab the bag and then off, the way I came, out to the trail, but right and followed the skier for the rest of the loop. Easier on the way out, but still packed down the snow where I did not on the way in. Would be flat for the skier in the future, and for me too.

A few chickadees nearby. No, if I painted a bird, it would not see its own feet. Three very happy birds. Off some more. Hear a raven croak a warning call, then hear another chickadee. Heard a snowmobile, make that two nearby. See their headlights bob up, then down. I moved off the trail. I nodded to a male on the lightweight Bravo, and the female on the heavier Skandic pulling a bogan. Woodcutters? More treetops to burn in the future. 

On the way back. Cut a few more willows, to widen the trail and no need to duck nor dive next time. Slightly tired but looking forward to coming out again. 

Down the shore and onto the river. High tide has added brownish water along the shorelines, mixed in with the snow and ice. The snowmobiles followed most of my path. Look around, up to the sky, a dark band of clouds.

Jog up the bank to a slighter grade. Off with the snowshoes. Walk home carrying them, much slower back than out. One careful step, after another. 

Go inside. Take off the wet gear. Take out the supplies to dry too. Food to feed me. Start a bath to lessen the fire smell. Into dry clothes.

Super mellow. Air fed fire. The birds and air fed me. Clear head for a few days.

The weather will determine when I go out again. And the snow began to fall, along with the darkness. Good timing, me and the birds. Lots of animal tracks: rabbit, fox/wolf, maybe squirrel/martin. Snowmobile over snowshoe tracks. 

Another snowshoe trip, for another fire. Snowmobile packed trail most of the way. A few branches stand up from the snow to mark the river crossing. 

A wider and harder path. Easier to travel and hence faster. The snowmobiles went over the beaver dam, then back and up the woodcutter’s trail. I followed the lightly snow-covered ski trail instead. 

Over a couple more dams, able to see some fallen trees along the right shoreline, and a couple of gray jays again to the left. Stop, look for enough fallen trees to make a fire, but not enough on a small island in the former river bed. Onwards, able to see the powerline that borders two former river beds and two different swamps. See what appears to be a trail to the right. Go on to the last beaver dam, some trees to the right, but turn around. 

Back to the trail that I had seen. Plenty of fox/wolf tracks. Go to the bush, see an old cut alder. Go down a trial, I am the first this winter. Plenty of fallen trees, all with branches attached. 

Go to the top of a tree, clear out a fire spot. I was able to sit on the tree at a comfortable height. Lots of branches and dead trees to burn. Cut another kettle pole, plus knifed an alder branch for a marshmallow stick. 

A new place, kept alert as I looked about. 

This time too, only one match. And very little paper used. No smothering of fire. Eyes out and about. A twack in the near distance!

I grabbed my fire poking branch, and hit a tree twice. Then twice more. Not alone, I think. 

Later heard crows fly overhead. Plus, woodcutters in the distance, glad I did not go that way. Not really alone. Although, I only have my voice to shout out, “Help.” Forgot my emergency whistle again. Surely a wolf would not like that sound. 

Felt some anxiety, alone in the bush, knowing that there are wild animals on the hunt for food. Although, I most likely will see birds. Every crow has its territory, a bird may fly through it if smaller. If it was a larger bird then it will have to fend off an attack by a crow that called in extra help as it was pecked away. 

Once I felt relaxed, happy to have had a couple of roasted marshmallows, washed down with tea, this time with a cup, it was time to pack up. Then the thicker logs were tossed into the snow. The pile of snow I made to excavate a fire spot was tossed onto the coals by both gloved hands back and between my legs. 

Onto my way back. Again, snow in the forecast, plus darkness. I saw red and white bits on the snowshoe path, so I stopped to investigate. I moved the bit around with the snowshoe. It appeared to be rabbit fur on the outside and bloody skin on the inside, plus fox/wolf tracks in the area. An unlucky rabbit or a lucky fox, depending upon your perspective.

The woodcutting continued nearby. The chainsaw buzzing, the tree falling. I could only hear the action. I planned on going back to today’s spot. It was quieter, with still plenty of fallen trees to burn. A good spot to bring kids along. I continued home. 

It was a much shorter return, of thirty minutes. From bush to a more wide-open home with a birch tree out front. The fire made up for a lack of sun these days. Tiredly refreshed. No need for all of those extra layers. Yet it was a time to get grounded with nature. To walk on the earth, to exercise, to circulate the blood, the Internet has the opposite experience. 

To live in the present as do the earth signs. Air fed fire. Two pairs of elements like my feet on snowshoes. Live in the present, wrote about the past. Lessons that have meaning to me. We can think big thoughts, but a lot of time and action needs to be put into it, and that is the reality of it all. To live in nature, to keep moving, making things from trees. I don’t go that often, but I treasure the experience for days and weeks if need be. 

January 2, 2020 

The gray birds finally came up close, at least to the neighbour’s feeder (still empty). They know to go inside anyways. The chickadees get out of their way.

A little red on the top of the head. Gray bellies. Grosbeaks. Only one all red, a male. I spent hours last evening trying to figure out from YouTube what they were. I did not see anything like them. Finally, today they came up close.

I added hulled sunflower seeds to the neighbour’s feeder. I then shoveled the steps. The birds were in the neighbour’s deciduous trees, taking turns eating berries from the nearby mountain ash. My neighbour has already noted that no birds have eaten them this year which he found surprising. Two firsts today.

Acorn seeds, mountain ash berries and snow are all they need. Plus, others like them. They accept black capped chickadees in their midst. Have to remind myself of their totem meaning.

Today Mercury and Jupiter are conjunct in Capricorn and trine my natal Mercury, plus the sun in Capricorn is also trine my natal sun in Virgo. Could the birds represent these events?

It was a pine grosbeak. They like flying in large flocks, and fly about: up, down, and side-to-side. 

I paint in 2D. Our thoughts in our head are 1D? Reality is 3D.

Images on a computer are 2D, along with photos that we take. A flat world. As we live online, we stay down in a 2D world. Technology is making a 2D world, 3D like, but still it is a false world.

We are happy to share: words, photos and videos that somehow excite the brain, but more does not equate to living with meaning. At a minimum, over distance, we feel or think that we should be communicating with someone, and it fills the void, but only temporarily.

Must the void, always be filled? Must we always keep up with the latest anything? The news, weather, sports? Why can’t we just be?

Thinkers in a 1D world. A workshop of ideas and thoughts. Not every thought has to be acted upon. Even if we tried to, we do not have the time. We would be spinning gears in our head, but not making much progress. In some cases, it takes us further from our dreams and goals, yet we continue the chase. Plus, there is the sign: Dead End.

If we keep chasing new, then it will cost us. How do we save if we are constantly spending? Where is the light when we are so heavy with our stuff? 

Visions and scenes can be produced into 2D. Then they represent what we might or try to become in the future which is in our 3D reality. 

4D? An extension further still into the future. 11:11.

Oh, and actions (3D) speak louder than words (2D). What you do is important not just what you say. 

If I do not have a polluting vehicle of any sort, then should I not get the best carbon tax credit?

If I walk or bike, I should get the biggest and best tax credit.

If I take a bus or taxi, then they should pay the carbon tax on fuel, unless it is a hybrid motor or EV.

Where is my biggest carbon tax credit?

I have a wound. According to Western Astrology, it would be in Pisces and on the feet, but the wound is on the ankle which is ruled by Aquarius.

The astrology that matches with my wound is astronomical or true or natural sizing of the zodiac.

As much as I studied western astrology, it did not coincide with events and certainly not the weather.

As of February 16, 2020, I will only use astronomical astrology (as Neptune moving from a natal Chiron conjunction, Mars from a natal South Node conjunction, plus Uranus conjunct my MC).

As of March 24, 2020, we have a New Moon conjunct the Sun and Chiron in Pisces (astronomical astrology). I will use my compassionate healing through prayer towards those suffering from the Coronavirus and its effects. 

I was on my way to a hotel in Timmins. I had booked a couple of medical appointments. In the morning, my dentist appointment was cancelled while my optometrist appointment was confirmed for the next day. The taxi driver took a turn towards a non-direct route. 

I asked him why. He pointed out the elk at Cedar Meadows. He also said that there were buffalo there too. He had already complained about the road conditions in Timmins and the repairs that he had done lately, yet he took me down a bumpy road which used more gas and time, to show me the elk. 

Later I thought, it might have been because of my jacket, camouflaged. 

The summary for elk from a website included: be a part of a community (which I stated in Book 3 that I wanted more of), reach a common goal, be confident, eat a vegetarian diet, take vitamins (D3and C) and strength [https://www.spirit-animals.com/elk-symbolism/]. 

From another website, the synopsis was: be regal, keep your head high, positive energy, noble, be the king of the forests (even though I was now in the city), follow your heart and emotions, be agile, and use the power that is available (as Mars conjunct Jupiter and approached Pluto) [https://www.healtholino.com/elk-spirit-animal-totem-symbolism-and-meaning/].

Later in the day, my optometrist appointment was postponed indefinitely. 

What I thought were medical appointments, were not necessary, even though they were timed at two years for eye checks, and six-months for teeth. Being beyond both time guides, it will have to wait for a safe and opportune time.

I took the detour and elk sighting, to be an important sign, especially as the understanding of Covid-19 became clearer. It was not just about me, it was about the world community, and its health. As a writer of wellness, the need for compassion was ever present. I had to take care of my own health, and to feel for others less fortunate. 

I will write about the origins of Coronavirus-19. The belief that the virus began in a ‘wet market’ would be against my belief system. I think that animals should be in their natural habitats. I do not believe in zoos. Yet, animals and birds from around the world were packed into cages, slaughtered and served for food. Some described the conditions as stressful for the animals, and a mixture of animals from all parts of the world that were foreign to each other. 

Somehow, the transmission of a virus from animal to human occurred. It was either during the killing of the animal or eating the animal. The second victim would then have had to eaten the sick animal or human-to-human transmission occurred. 

Here in North America, my primary meats are: chicken, beef and pork. In the area that I live in now, goose and moose are also eaten. I do not consume fish, although that is meat here too in Moose Factory. At times I have tried: deer and caribou from neighbouring territories. Hindus do not eat beef because of their high regard for the sacred cow. While I eat some totems, I avoid many others. I could not imagine eating wolf or bats or snake.

I know that it is my choice, our choice to eat what we like. In North America, we have high standards for butchering acceptable meats supplied in the food stores (chicken, beef and pork or chicken, cow and pig respectively). The same could not be said for a street market. A visitor from Canada described the Wuhan market to be less than ideal. 

So obviously, it is my belief that all wet markets should be closed. Animals should be kept in their home environments. I do not eat wild meet from Africa for example (see Mad Monkey in Book 2). Those trafficking animals should be caught and caged (jailed) and shipped to another country. Let us see how the traffickers like it. 

Western Astrology Analysis: The planets of Saturn, Pluto, Jupiter and Mars are in Capricorn, plus the South Node (of the Moon). Saturn which is the government, tells us what to do, they are our boss. Pluto says that the government must change how it does business. Jupiter says more until the balloon explodes (Dr. Standley). Mars is the army that helps out during a crisis, along with the police and other frontline workers. The South Node says that old ways must change. It seems to apply as world governments, and governments at different levels (state or provincial or territorial or municipal or city) apply limits on the people for the well-being of citizens. Saturn and Jupiter are the social planets, Saturn is the father that tells Jupiter to stop socializing so much.

Astronomical Astrology Analysis: The planets of Saturn, Pluto, Jupiter, Mars plus the South Node (of the Moon) are in Sagittarius which is the worldly traveler. Saturn is Jupiter’s father. Saturn places limits and boundaries on Jupiter. Jupiter wants bigger and bigger or more. Saturn says no. Saturn limits world travel. Saturn rules earth and we must be responsible. Mars is the warrior, why it is called the war on Covid-19. Pluto is death and destruction by something micro and powerful. Destruction of travelling, or of lives. The South Node says that the way that we interact with others in foreign countries must change. From Pluto’s destruction into ashes, comes Orcus’ reconstruction as the phoenix (Orcus is in Leo which represents leadership on how children or the inner child should play as we stay inside to social distance). 

Totem analysis: The crows are guarding their territories, as the mother crow guards the nest, as the next generation of crows are waiting to be born. The crows are searching for food for their continued survival.

On my way out of Timmins, and to the airport, I took a taxi that drove by the other side of Cedar Meadows. I got to see the buffalo eating from their feeder. The buffalo stood in a circle. Such a strong presence. 

For the record, buffalo are non-native to Timmins. They were brought to Timmins as part of a corporate experiment, to show that the animals could survive near a mine smelter for copper and zinc metals. I did eat a buffalo burger once, the meat was wild tasting, different.

The totem meaning of buffalo is: strength, kindness, earth element, connect to higher self, protect the children, and gratitude (https://whatismyspiritanimal.com/spirit-totem-power-animal-meanings/mammals/buffalo-bison-symbolism-meaning/ ).

I certainly need to stay grounded. As much as I would like to help during the Covid-19 crisis, I think that the health care workers and grocers are on the front line to name a couple of jobs. I can think of possible roles for myself as a teacher, I could still work from home and support an e-learning initiative since it is part of my role this year anyway. I do also think that if read, these books have valuable meaning as well. Our connection to earth is where we live. For every crisis, we have the tools and the resources to fight it.

In my last book, I wrote about ‘The Human Spirit' (Lesson 74 in Book 3), and how we need more of it, as I travelled in Canada my home country during the summer of 2019. And here we have a case that requires the human spirit, on a global scale, like many of us have not experienced in our life time!

Many astrologers predicted some major event occurring in January 2020 with the conjunction of Saturn, Pluto, the sun and Mercury. As far as our location on planet earth, Saturn would be in front of Pluto. Thus, Pluto’s destructive power would pass through Saturn which represents: rules, limits, and boundaries. We earthlings must limit ourselves and our interactions, or face the consequences (which became a highly communicable disease in Covid-19). The sun shines light onto the situation, while Mercury has us communicating about the situation.

I am studying the astronomical zodiac, using the real size of the constellations. The astrologer I am learning from is Athen Chimenti [https://masteringthezodiac.com/athen-chimenti/], on and off for the past two years. Jamie Partridge (a bird friend!) [astrologyking.com/] also supports the notion that the location of the fixed stars is about a sign behind western astrology’s signs (he does not use houses in his readings which I am now focusing on as well). Like Nick Anthony Fiorenza [https://www.lunarplanner.com/index.html#aboutLunarPlanner] I focus on the moon cycle. I cannot avoid seeing the times of: 11:11, 5:55 etc. and a tiny bird in the tree, or a crow cawing in the distance. 

The buffalo represents two local values: strength and kindness. The other two values of the Moose Cree First Nation are: sharing and honesty. 4 values. I have written before about the number 4 (Lesson 56: The Big Fish 4 Year in Book 3; plus, this being Book 4 in The Birds’ Way). The strength in purpose, to live within the wholeness of earth for mutual wellness. The higher self hears what we think. 

I taught grade 2 math and how to tell time in the simplest of ways. Having taught time at a grade 4 and 5 level, many students did not understand the concept either. Then I applied time to astrology which made sense only for two signs. 

The 12th house is Pisces, while the 6th house is Virgo, both are in all astrological systems (forget personal houses). The 1st house is supposed to be Aries, but if you match a clock with the zodiac, one o’clock is in Aquarius. And as a grade 2 student realizes, time starts at 12:00. Important too in astrology is the flow (go with the flow) between elements.

In the west we say that there are four elements: air, water, earth, and fire. Between the four elements, there are two flows: air feeds fire, and water feeds earth. In example, Aquarius (an air sign) feeds Aries (a fire sign). At the time of this writing, Mercury is in Aquarius to feed Uranus (higher self) in Aries (Venus too) while Uranus is said to be the modern ruler of Aquarius. 

The following chart shows the clock as it applies to the zodiac: 

Sign     House/Hour

Pisces      12

Aquarius    1

Capricorn  2

Sagittarius 3

Ophiuchus & Scorpio 4

Libra     5

Virgo     6 

Leo        7 

Cancer  8

Gemini  9

Taurus 10 

Aries    11

Now the zodiac locations would make sense to a second grader. Why in the world would it be switched up for some signs like Aquarius and Aries? Taurus and Capricorn? Sagittarius and Gemini? Ophiuchus & Scorpio and Cancer? Libra and Leo? The elements stay the same as Taurus and Capricorn are earth; Ophiuchus & Scorpio and Cancer are water. The fire and air signs do change, but not the flow. The water signs can still feed the earth signs, such as Cancer feeds Capricorn (as they are opposite still). We have the choice to use air energy to feed fire energy, it does not necessarily have to be from the opposite sign (Mercury/air feeds Uranus/fire as there are no major planets in Libra to feed Aries). 

Somehow the simple logic of the clock, and the zodiac got changed, which most astrologers have accepted as fact. Explain that simply to a student in grade two or an adult using simple logic. Or are the hours on the analog clock wrong?

Nikola Tesla was interested in the numbers of 3, 6 and 9. When you add up the following numbers of the clock, all but one pair add up to 3:

12+6=18=1+8=9 (water + earth signs)

1+11=12=1+2=3 (air + fire)

2+10=12=1+2=3 (earth signs)

3+9=12=1+2=3 (air + fire)

4+8=12=1+2=3 (water signs) These signs would feed 2+10 respectively.

5+7=12=1+2=3 (air + fire)

Notice these days that government leaders say that we need to follow values (2nd house personal values or 10th house business values?). I have read that Saturn is about reversals and inversions. Could the houses be reversed? People use Western Astrology when it does not follow the clock?

The values often heard are: kindness (5,5) and gratitude (9,9). Although, as written in previous books, there are many other values, like wellness (1,1).

The general belief is that the spirit world, our ancestors, contact us by their presence through animals. It could be a bird that makes an appearance by flying into our window or even a fly before our computer screen. Looking up the ‘totem meaning’ of that particular bird or fly provides additional clues to the mini-lesson that our mind is to learn. First nation cultures have explored these meanings and an increasing number of interpretations are available online. The same could be said of other cultures as well like the Celtics. 

I find the simplest system to understand is the playing card deck system (cardology). I prefer: https://thecardsoflife.com/birthday-chart/ (it identifies not only your birth card but your hand to play). You also have a destiny card to go along with the Karma cards. The cards represent: the moons (up to 13 per year), the week (5+2=7), and we can have a birth card, a year card, a 42 days card, and a day card (sometimes with us living a day ahead or behind), 4 suits and 4 seasons. I check-out http://www.52destinycard.com for possibilities. The playing deck system is similar to the Tarot card system. 

There are many sites for free Tarot readings on YouTube, and if you believe, then you can explore them to find who provides the most accurate forecasts. Predicting our lives is like predicting the weather.

For every year that we are alive, our next birthday is like being born a day later which are called progressions. What about the time that we were in our mother’s womb? Are we not born on average 9 months earlier than we thought we were? Should we not add 9 months then to the number of years of birthdays? Progressions can be applied to cards and natal or birth charts.

Natal charts require our time and place of birth. The location of planets in certain signs form a snapshot of our personality and future challenges. The time of birth, notes where the sun was on the eastern horizon and forms our ascendant or the start of the first house. The ascendant is how others see us when they first get to know us. Opposite from the ascendant is our descendant and what we want to be more like or meet someone who we want to know more to guide us in our next level of development. There is also the point of soul or IC for short. Opposite the IC is the MC or crown of spirit. We want to know our soul which I believe occurs at the time that Saturn revolves around our chart one time. If we are open to understanding our self or inner wisdom, we also want to move towards the heights of our MC.

Another important chart is your Solar Return. It is a chart based upon your birthday depending upon where you were on your birthdate, in some cases a different latitude and longitude than at birth and thus you experience different effects upon you. For that year your Ascendant, Descendant, IC, MC, houses, signs and location of planets will change. Your sun will be at the same place as it was at birth, thus it is a solar return. From your birth sun plus 30 degrees equals a month. Each month will be affected by planet(s) in that house or sign. 

The most important planet to respect is Saturn. If you abide by Saturn’s rules, then you should be OK. Think of it as a good energy that needs to be respected. Astrology is very complex and complicated. There is both western and eastern belief systems. The eastern includes Vedic and Chinese. 

If we live day-by-day, then we also could go by our intuition, and look for the animal appearances to guide us which would be the Shaman’s Way.

I find that the animals I see today, foretell what may happen today or tomorrow. I look for events, opportunities or people to match the animal or bird. A bird with food suggests that there will be a bonus attached to the opportunity. 

If a whale is one of my totems, then it would be a beluga or white whale. I actually have a chance of seeing one from the shores of Moose Factory Island in the Moose River. The white whales move up river with the high tide from James Bay, following the white fish that they eat.

I spotted one only once, about fifteen years ago. A whale appeared on my screensaver a few days ago, and it made me think more about them.

I searched their totem online. A site said to open your crown chakra to communicate your maturity and wisdom, be social and play, plus to be positive (https://wiccanmoonsong.blogspot.com/2013/03/the-beluga-whale-as-your-totem-animal.html ).

Astronomically, Neptune and Mercury are conjunct (April 3, 2020) before Pisces. Neptune is said to be the ruler of Pisces plus its fish. So, a whale sighting would be relevant. Mercury will be in Pisces only a few weeks, yet we will be conscious of watery energy (the Sun is still there and Chiron as well). 

Modern day Neptune is music and movies. For me, it has become peace and meditation.

How does Pisces affect us? The world certainly has to deal with a lot of emotions, as we suffer at different levels due to Coronavirus. Having a family member fight the virus and not being able to physically be with them must be frustrating and sad (in Book 1 I was with my mom in her final months). The fear of contagion affects us all, on a global scale. Priorities are crystal clear like seeing deep into the ocean. How far many have gone from what is most important, life. 

To help is to put one’s self into harm’s way. Fingers and figures are being pointed. Spirit and value words are spoken, actions are only needed. Talk of cures and hope do not help the dying. Once admired politicians are just people who are out for themselves and their people, one country against another. Multinational companies are at odds with their own parts. Home nation only? A life for a life being traded? Dark to light?

More like dark to dark. Talk is cheap. Commitment is more difficult. War it is. An invisible bug, I know, as I have a scar from one too, is taking out thousands of people.

Talk about lessons, for the world to see. State versus state. City versus city. Rural with limited resources versus cities with more. Governments take so much in taxes, but fighting to save your life becomes another statistic. I hope only that we rethink our societies when this is all over. 

Obviously, without health you do not have much of a life. Swim whales, swim whales, I wish you have a better fate. 

What I think the world is gaining in the positive sense, is the understanding of who is the best leader amongst the politicians. Who is doing what is right, saying what is right, and in a nice way. Who is the phoenix, leading us out of the ashes of the virus? 

If health is the number one priority, then that should only be the focus. To be healthy we also need food, shelter and the clothing we already have will have to do. Talk about other things is not valuable, I am an example of doing without much materially. I think the eyes of the world for all are being opened to reality. Do we like what we see and hear?

A house fly can live through difficult times (https://trustedpsychicmediums.com/spirit-animals/fly-spirit-animal/ ).

Left                               Right

Male                             Female

Masculine     and         Feminine

Facts             versus    Hope

Dragonfly      void       Butterfly

North Node Clockwise/Clock or Saturn Wisdom

(Saturn 4,3 or 4 to 3 or 4 parts to 3)

Sign/Element/Clock or Sign #/Traits

Pisces/Water/12/Hospitals, silent  

                               suffering, prisons

Aquarius/Air/1/Pioneers, new beginnings

Capricorn/Earth/2/Governments,   

                                   essential services

Sagittarius/Fire/3/Philosophy, colleges   

                                 and universities

Sum of 12+1+2+318=1+8= 9

Ophiuchus & Scorpio/Water4/Healing & 

                                                      Death, 

                                                      hidden 

                                                      revealed

Libra/Air/5/Balance, relationships, justice

Virgo/Earth/6/Diet, physical health

Leo/Fire/7/Leadership, children, inner 

                     child

Sum of 4+5+6+7=22

Cancer/Water/8/Home and family

Gemini/Air/9/Local merchants, K-12 

                        education

Taurus/Earth/10/Self-worth, seeds, 

                              planting

Aries/Fire/11/Future, technology, friends, 

                       unions

Sum of 8+9+10+11=38=3+8= 11

Saturn rules the clock, and the 3D reality, with the 3D’s being: 9, 22 and 11 or length, wide and height. I am working on models for the 3D’s and they will be discussed in Book 5 as I let time fill in the details.

I do know that 9, 22 has the same vibration as the words: ‘mind, touch, Orcus’.

While 22, 11 has the same vibration as the words: ‘butterflies, passionate, phenomenon, singularity, destructive’.

And 9, 11 has the same vibration as the word ‘light’. 

A combination of words: mind passionate light. 

The flip side is for us survivors: 22, 9 of ‘appropriate’, 11, 22 of ‘pain’, and 11, 9 of ‘love’.

The fifth element is Ether 1, 11 or 1 to 11 

While a teacher 11,33 can go from 11 to 33

I guess you can say that I am an Ether Teacher

11 is at the heaven 11,1 level: example is Gaia 11,9 (and Gaia married Uranus)

22 is the universe 22,5 level: example is Uranus 4,22 or 4 to 22

33 is intelligence 33,7 amongst everything (still trying to figure out this level more)

I think I will complete my Amazon trilogy of ‘Ship Songs’ next.

That is all I have to share until my next progressed birthday of 6,6 for now. 

Thanks for reading this,

Paul