Numerology/Astrology for 4/23/20

4/23/20 is the number 4. If you add the 4 + 2 + 3 + 2 + 0 + 2 + 0 = 13.  1 + 3 = 4.

This number could be a challenge for many right now. Neutrality is not easy under such stressful conditions but one that is great to strive for. While I cannot control the world, I can control myself. The world is spinning out of control to find a new place of balance and clarity. That balance is going to take at least a decade so we have to survive in the meantime. Calmness is essential in great times of turmoil and upset. Keeping a clear head becomes imperative in these times and the upcoming future. You have to be open to very new ways of moving and flowing with an ever-changing world. Having a knee-jerk reaction is only going to keep you stressed out and exhausted. Cultivate a center and teach the mind to remain in a neutral state of heightened awareness. You can be awake and aware of what is happening in the world and still be informed and educated so you can make appropriate choices for yourself and your family. Besides, your children will appreciate a parent that maintains sanity in such an insane time in history. Sometimes you have to be calm to help others. Your calmness can be positively infectious for others. You can change another’s state with your own energetic state. Give it a try.
~Suzanne Wagner!

Astrology Today

The Moon is in Taurus giving comfort and aid to those who need it the most. But it does conjunct Uranus in Taurus. While one part wants that inner balance and be reasonable and comforting. The other part seeks out the bizarre and the unusual. It attracts the strange and unexpected.
Not that we need much more of that.
But Uranus is clearly just getting started and it will be in Taurus till 2027. Many of the old ways of doing things that gave us comfort are going to be gone, radically change, and our priorities are going to show us how self-involved we have been. Perhaps that is a good thing. I can feel that need for change driving us forward into a much more conscious place. While some will resist and cause terrible damage, the horror of their actions and choices will cement in stone the desperate need, globally, for a very new way and a new world.

The energy will slow down as the day continues. Allow yourself to drop into a new place.

My suggestion is to get as much done as you can over the next few weeks because then we are going to start a retrograde season like no other you have seen in a very long time with some very intense eclipses. Once the retrogrades happen you are in a cycle of review and reflect and less will get done.

Those out there that are feeling the need to break out of the shelter-in-place order are going to hit up against their own issues of fear and isolation.
They crave contact with others as a distraction because they do not know how to just sit and be with what they are feeling.
Those that have so much inner anger want to be angry at something or someone.
That is the driving force behind their insatiable need to go against the stay in place orders.
There are others that face financial ruin and have to choose between eating and working.
For some, facing the anger and hatred they hold inside has become intolerable.
Facing the fear and resentment that they have not addressed is eating away at them and they need someone or something to blame.
The good news is that there are no restrictions on being creative. There are no restrictions on being inventive and letting your imagination manifest something very new and different. You are in a very unusual moment to reach past the known and into a place where you take a very bad moment and make something beautiful out of it.
~Suzanne Wagner~

Quote

Never let another’s fear

dictate your next choices.

Never believe someone

whose mind cannot be still.

Never put trust in a person

who is a walking bag of biases.

Intelligence is not gaged

by how much you know.

It is gaged by how you use

what you know in a way

that allows you to have

the deepest compassion

possible.
~Suzanne Wagner~

Blog

Many years ago when I was a dancer in Berlin, I had multiple experiences with ghosts in that city, in my apartment. Berlin was (of course) destroyed by two world wars and WWII devastated the city and most of it was in ruins. Millions died in those attacks and bombings that the Allied Forces did and so it was no wonder that some ghosts might be lingering.

First I want to say that getting an apartment in Berlin in the late 1970’s was very difficult because of the squatter riots that were happening at the time. There were no men after WWII and so Germany imported many Turkish men to help remove rubble and rebuild. Eventually those men brought their families but the biases of WWII die hard and so there were entire families living in one room because the Germans would not rent to them. So the pressure for housing was atrocious for many years and many resented the influx of foreigners.

As a result I lived in St. Hildegard’s Hospital for 5 months in the nunnery with the Nuns. While they were so wonderful to me, I did not want to live there forever.

Finally I heard about a very small apartment that was right across from the theater on the 9th floor of a building. One of the dancer lived in a much bigger unit next door.
There was only one problem. The renter of that unit had been a very old man who had died in that unit.

His ex-wife was in charge to renting it out and getting rid of all the stuff and so for $500 German Marks at the time, I got a furnished apartment with utensils, pots and pans, furniture, etc.

A great deal and I took it.

Now I will say here that even though I definitely saw ghosts from WWII, I never saw the past renter of that apartment. He clearly had gone to the other side. And for that I am grateful.

This apartment was very small. It was 21 quadrate meters. Which is the size of a small bedroom. There was room for a twin bed and nightstand, a corner table and chairs that sat two people. A built in kitchenette with a very small refrigerator and a two burner stove. And a bathroom.

I must say that I realized living there how little you really need to survive. A few pots, plates, forks, knives, spoons, bowl. etc. And you are good.
Meals were not complicated. And I ate my main meal at the theater Cantina each day.

But then it started.

I would wake up in the middle of the night and randomly there would be a dead person sitting in one of my two chairs. Usually staring blankly out. Not ever at me personally. The problem was that they all had injuries consistent with a building falling down upon them. Crushed heads, missing limbs, clearly distorted bodies that were traumatized. It was like they were hollow, waiting, not sure they were dead. Frozen in a time and place that still existed in their world but not in this world.

They were never threatening to me. They were vacuous. Empty. Some part of their soul was somewhere else.

I would sit up and talk to them but they never seemed to notice me. It was as if they were still caught in limbo of another world, time, and place.

Only one time did something more odd happen. I started noticing that leotards we’re disappearing.

Now that was very strange because I did all my own laundry in my tub. I had a machine that you placed in the tub and plugged it in and it washed your clothes. My bathroom looked like a leotard and tights store most of the time.

So those clothes could not go anywhere other than the theater or my apartment. And I would clearly remember, washing them, folding them up and putting them away. But the next day they would be gone.

I also began noticing that I was exhausted each morning. I mean, really  exhausted. Sore muscles, fatigued back. I felt like I had been dancing all night.
It all started when the leotards began disappearing.

That is when I noticed a dwarf in my house. Or a dead … smaller than normal person that was clearly attached to me in some way. And I could have a conversation with him. It seemed that in the old theater days, they used dwarfs up in the rafters that would stand on the scene booms (the backdrops that would come down when a scene changed in the theaters). They were light and so could be lifted up and they would unhook the painted scene and they would drop down.
He was one of them. He loved dancers and always was infatuated with the dancers. Before he died he dreamed of dancing with one of the dancers and somehow he got attached to me. He was taking my astral self dancing as I was sleeping.

I explained to him that this was not okay as he was exhausting me. But he repeated said over and over again (as if in a loop), “But I love you!”

I told him that was kind of him but I was alive and he was dead and he needed to move forward into the light. It took many tries but I finally got him to agree and I saw him walk into the light and be gone. He never returned and later all the leotards were returned and sitting on my dresser folded. They appeared all at once and some had been missing for weeks. It made me realize that some spirits can shift things out of this reality and into theirs.

~Suzanne Wagner~