Unpredictable Inevitable DRAMA!

I kid you not when I say that my love and romantic life and some of my relationships have always been exciting, adventurous and filled with d-r-a-m-a. And sometimes crazy drama. Now for my astrology minded friends and visitors I have Leo on the cusp of my 11th house and that is also where you'll find my Uranusian expressions. And everyone has and expresses the energies of Uranus somewhere in their chart/life. Now for those who don't know what Uranus is all about fellow Astrologer Kim Roger-Gallagher will paint a picture for you.....

”Picture Uranus as an Ice-God with a mad, brilliant look frozen on his face. His robes crackle stiffly when he moves, like a sheet left out on the clothesline too long in February, and tiny icicles hang crookedly from the corners of his eyebrows. He’s the Head of the Department of One Never Knows and that’s exactly what you can expect when he’s around, the last thing you’d ever imagine. He’s in charge of eccentricity and electricity, of lightning and tornadoes. He loves last minute reversals and thrives on radical independence. He’s the dude who sent Dorothy on that all-expense paid trip to Oz when things got too tight back at Auntie Em’s place, the wild and crazy kid who talked you into your first cigarette at age 11. Definitely not a boring planet!”

So believe me when I say that the segment of my life that has to do with my relationships with - kindred spirits, groups, organizations or with peer groups, group situations or “meetings” which is headed by Uranus makes my entire life laced with erratic twists and turns, wild happenings, strange sightings and melodramatic behaviors and events of various kinds - just to give you an idea.

Speaking of meetings, I went out on a second date on Thursday evening. It would have been the third had I not turned around and gone back home after arriving at our selected meeting spot only to be discouraged by lack of parking and the worrying of my car getting booted. So I decide to park my car at home and walk back. Between the moments of arriving at home and trying to get back on the road the dark clouds made their way into the sky while I already struggled with myself for being at a low energy frequency that evening. So I stood him up. I called him and left a message letting him know what had happened.

Perhaps it was a test of his Scorpion impatience. Or one for me to practice detachment because I felt right at home with it being our first and last date attempt. But he passed the test with flying colors and asked me to go out again two days later. I was moved by that gesture – no signs of being upset since he had sat outdoors at a café with no sign of his date, waiting for hours. I was willing to meet this man because it is one of the prerequisites for successfully relating to me.

At my recommendation, we met at a Mediterranean bistro. I walked in as he rose to my arrival kissing me on the cheek and asking me if I’d like to have cocktails on the roof top. So we sat down to an exquisite head view of DC that included the Washington Monument. It appears that a lot of entertainment spots have aesthetically included it in their décor. A smart and sensual element! I sit next to the open window with the gentle summer breeze against my bare back. That evening I wore a pair of blue jeans and a satin white and black print halter top that has a big sheer creamy collar. My top had one button that snapped across my breasts while the bottom half opened up revealing my belly button.

We had a couple of drinks, talked and then ordered and devoured a few tapas. I had a couple of mojitos while he drank wine. We laughed, shared, revealed, touched. Ever so often I’d be pulled by the eyes of someone staring or glimpse the glance of another set of eyes. I realized that we stood out and drew the eyes and intrigue of many. I mean people generally do stare or take looks at others when in an open public space but this time it was different. It was a bit like the twilight zone. And you’ll find out why! I did! I found out why and a whole lot more! We wore these alien space ears and others thought we were from Pluto. (LOL!!! Just kidding!!)

We moved on to the next establishment a block and a half away. I usually stick to the same drink but they didn’t make mojitos so I got another cocktail and along side it my date brought 2 small shot glasses filled with tequila along with salt and lime. It’s been a long long time since I’ve had a shooter, I’m thinking. But I can handle it. So I gulped it down. After we finished we moved on to the next establishment where we met live music we both enjoyed but there were very few people. So we decided to go someplace else and perhaps come back later. So we did and landed at a spot where it was Reggae Night. I had a passion fruit martini and danced my ass off. There were more people than the previous spot, yet I was the only one on the dance floor.

Let's pause here for a cause. I’d like to expand the lens and give you a bigger view of the people around me that evening. There were rastas, dreadlocks of long length and dreadlocks of twisted dimensions, short skirts, bohemian dresses and gypsy skirts, weird sneakers, ankle high pants, kinky hats. All those Uranus things – UNUSUAL: eclectic, freaky, and wild. My date and I were not as wildly dressed as much as we were inside our selves. But somehow we were the center of attraction and got all the looks and stares. Every time I turned around I would meet the eyes, thoughts or daggers of someone that was staring. I just blocked them all out mentally. Somehow, I didn't remember to protect myself and block them out energetically or spiritually.

After a while we returned to the previous bar that spun hip-hop, neo-soul and the likes. I danced alone, we danced together. I was the only one when I was the only one dancing. All the while others were staring, taking in, sending out to us and enjoying themselves. Once I took a restroom break and met a couple along the way. The man said, “You have such a beautiful spirit, I love the way you dance.” That lit up my face and widened my smile. Thank you, I responded.

In conclusion, we had a full and fun night and spent some time making plans for other dates this summer. My date took me home and came in for a night cap. I borrowed his George Michael CD entitled, Older that we listened to as we cruised the streets of DC at 2:30 am in the morning. We came in and drank some water and talked a bit longer and shared a bit more of each other – mind, body and heart. He wanted to sleep up stairs with me in my bed but I had had enough for one night. My cup was full and was running over. So I invited him to crash on my day bed downstairs in the living room. The next morning I woke him up with a kiss on his cheek saying, “Good morning.” Shortly thereafter, he got dressed and made his way back to Columbia.

That morning I woke up with the most fierce hang-over I’ve ever had. And I always know and apply the formula for hang-over prevention – water, water, water – before, during and after. I drank some water but obviously not enough to weather the urban energy jungle we threaded the night before. With every one looking at us with that old familiar look that said, “He’s got jungle fever!.” And with the stares from European women that carried a look of bewilderment over a fine specimen of their kind that carried with him and guided the shell of a woman that is chocolate coated and delightfully filled with beauty and sensuality.

Yes my date was of European descent and so the dance of energy that took place that evening was pretty intense and heavy; sensual, sexy and salient. An evening that awakened unconscious stirrings of the bruises of the past, the awakenings of the present and the fear and excitement (ecstasy) of what the face of the future might look like - with the re-mixing of the races. So I know more fully the inner and invisible world of interracial dating. One word comes to mind.. INTENSITY! Perhaps it may very well be the drops of this sweet honey fruit with a forbidden accent, that we crave when we extend the tongue of our soul to allow it to quench that mysterious thirst and satisfy our sensual taste buds. The essence of Tantra means being conscious, aware of, and moving through it openly, with all our senses and not our prejudices.


The day after our wonderful date, I pondered all day over why I had such a freaking unusual hang-over? I could not shake it easily. It lingered and was not very pleasant. I drank water until water drank me. It felt like my forehead was going to explode. What on earth or in the spirit world is going on, I asked myself. Then I let it go and later on that early evening I began to feel myself again. The damp heavy cloud had been lifted.

This morning I got a message from my date that said, he had a lousy hang-over and took the day off from work. (WOW, I got the impression that he never misses work.) Here’s the message… “Do you know anyone with the phone # 443-XXX-YYYY? They have been texting me today to stay away from their girlfriend and threatening to “off” me if I don’t. Have no idea who it could be. I can only assume maybe someone followed us last night." Hmmmm....I ponder. Who could that be? How can that be? I didn't give his number to anyone. I am baffled!

After reading his message, I went for along walk with the dog. It was then that I realized that night so much was going on in the energy/invisible world. There were so many interactions and interplays of consciousness. We live in a materialistic world that does not see or take into consideration the energy/psychic world. As I walked I was gently asked to look beyond the concrete world that night. And when I did, I could see the spiritual battle that we were in the midst of. I could see the swords and daggers around interracial relationships and the thoughts and feelings that people carry with them. Some are those of acceptance while others are those of resistance, of dislike, of anger, of resentment of the pains and burdens of a broken past.

I know because sometimes I am one of the soldiers on the battle field fighting other couples I see. In my mind I may think, “What is he doing with her, or what does she see in him.” Or there may be moments of envy just because beyond the color skin barriers and illusions I may see and sense real true feelings and a connection between them. So I know, you know, we all know and are guilty of negative thoughts and of being a ruthless soldier in the spiritual battle of race and relationships. I know that it is real.

Today, I am on the other end of the spectrum and being there is already changing my view of the smaller, simple things like the wind, the shape of a petal, and the profound ones like loving, relating, dancing and the understanding that the sensual element of our existence, that in which we can not see but can only sense and feel and know, are more powerful and more revealing then those we see everyday. This experience has opened me up wider to the psychic world and the beauty, magic, mystery and mayhem - that is real and beyond the eyes - in all we do and in all our interactions and relations.