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Monday, December 22, 2003

The Winter Solstice is Upon Us

Happy solstice, everyone!

Okay, I realize that this is a contradiction of terms.

But happy solstice, anyway!

Today is the first day of winter, and the solstice occurred this morning. What does that mean for us, energy-wise?

Well, the solstice is one of four powerful times of year when spiritual energy is kicked up and processed in an intense way. Ever notice how big, dramatic things seem to happen to you each year around March 21st, June 21st, September 21st, and December 21st? If you keep a journal, you should be able to track these events. Things seem to become more melodramatic around these dates. Your car blows up while you are driving it on the highway. Your sister announces that she is marrying a Hell's Angel who just got out of prison. Your boyfriend tells you that he is eloping with a ferret wrangler named Juan, and he'd like to borrow your pink angora sweater (since you never wear it, anyway.)

Sigh. Just call these your soap opera days.

The dates of the equinoxes and solstices are turning points for us. Our energy wants to grow, expand, and push ahead. So we tend to manifest dramas like romantic breakups, job changes, emotional outbursts, and the like.

During the winter solstice, there is a darkening of the spiritual light on this planet. On an instinctive level, we all feel this. Somehow, we know that we should just pull within, watch Sex and the City episodes on DVD, and hibernate until spring.

But in this modern society, we've moved away from our agrarian (farming) roots. We no longer follow the cues that nature is giving us, and we work against the forces of nature instead of flowing with them. This is why so many people are worn out, stressed, and coming down with colds or flu right now. How many times did you hear this in a store this holiday season? "Get outta my way! I've gotta find Neopets and Hokey Pokey Elmos for my kids. Merry #$% Christmas!"

Instead of slowing down when the winter solstice approaches, we run around frantically buying gifts and orchestrating get-togethers, forcing ourselves to celebrate the holidays. Have you noticed how rarely, if ever, you are actually in the mood to do this? It seems unnatural somehow, as if you are going against the grain. There's a reason for that. Such celebrations would be better left until spring.

At the time of the spring equinox, much greater joy is available on a spiritual level, and we instinctively feel better, lighter, and more social. We're ready to seek out new boyfriends or compose fresh Personals ads in search of babes: "Sexy and sinewy guy seeks extremely flexible playmate to form mutual admiration society. Some gymnastics training preferred."

But at the winter solstice, we all just want to curl up in our hidey hole and settle down for a nice nap. It's a time to look within ourselves and see what we need to let go of, a time to be quiet, reflective, and still. "I wonder why I decided that my hair would look better green? That was an interesting choice. Hmm."

The winter solstice is a great time to figure out what we need to release from our lives. Magicians and shamans use this time of year to perform banishing rituals, where cords are broken that connect them to unhealthy relationships, or bad habits or unhealthy attitudes are consciously released. This is the perfect time to let go of stuff that you have outgrown.

We can take a cue from those who are still attuned to the true energy of this time. Make a list of what you want to release from your life, and meditate, invoke your guides and angels, or pray on these things. You'll find that some surprising insights will come to you, and you'll feel clearer about moving away from things that no longer suit you.

Here is part of my list. This is what I'm ready to release:

1) That extra ten pounds that has taken up residence in my hip area. Time to banish it! Be gone, you pounds, you! (I realize that going to the gym might help here.)

2) My beliefs around how my career should progress. What if the Universe really wants me to run an ice cream stand or become a hot dog vendor at football games? I don't want to stand in my own way if Destiny is pulling me in a different direction. I resolve to go with the natural flow.

3) My anger at the forces of censorship in the media. Why is Michael Jackson thrown at us every five minutes, but the ten Saddam Hussein doubles that were reported on years ago by the German media never make it to prime time news? Do our news media and our government really believe that we are a bunch of mindless sheep? Baaa humbug on that, I say. But getting too angry just gives you frown lines. I resolve to keep a balance between righteous indignation and bitterness. Sometimes, it's tough.

This is my starter list. I'm sure more will be added.

What's on your list? (And I don't mean your wish list for Santa!)

Write me: astrologywriter@comcast.net

Thursday, December 18, 2003

Harrison Ford and Calista Prediction

I just wanted to go on the record with something. I have a lot of dreams featuring celebrities, and very often, they end up being predictions about things that later happen.

The other night, I had a vivid dream in which Harrison Ford and Calista Flockhart were getting married. They've been together for a while, and she has an adopted child of her own, so the three of them are probably already a pretty cozy unit. But I don't recall hearing anything in the news about their engagement.

Sometimes, I'm ahead of the E! Channel with this stuff. So I just wanted to go on the record about it.

A few weeks back, Tony Danza showed up in a dream, shaking my hand and smiling. I didn't know it, but it turned out that he had just premiered a T.V. talk show.

I'll try to take more notes on things that I psychically glimpse. We can see if I'm right about any of them.

Do YOU have dreams about celebs that later come true?

Write me: astrologywriter@comcast.net
Some Effects of Mercury Retrograde

Okay, I'm an astrologer. So I KNOW about Mercury retrograde. For years, I've witnessed how people always tend to speed up and force things at these times, when it's actually a much better use of their energy to move slowly and to be more cautious.

Even so, I'm manifesting Mercury retrograde's effects pretty well so far. I had a fender bender with myself today. I pulled in too tightly as I maneuvered up to a gas pump, giving my side door a big, nasty dent. It will require work at the body shop. The owner of the gas station witnessed my stupid door ding and said, "Well, that's a heckuva Christmas present to give to yourself." He's right.

Fortunately, collision insurance will cover most of the repair. But the joke's on me. Here I was being a good girl, trying to follow my own advice. I pulled in close to the gas pump to avoid the crazy drivers in the lot who were moving around erratically. But it turns out that I'm the mad driver, not anybody else!

People are always asking me what kinds of things happen during Mercury retrograde. Traffic accidents are one of them. Incidents of extreme stupidity are another. I combined both in one blow.

Some other Mercury retrograde effects that have happened so far this week:

A staged re-enactment of the Wright Brothers' famous Kitty Hawk flight fizzled. Did you hear about this in the news? I don't have the details in front of me, but I believe that their equipment failed. (Dudes, if you'd have consulted your astrologer ahead of time, you wouldn't have scheduled it for this week.)

Animals are appearing where they don't belong. A horse got loose here on the farm and decided to go for a stroll outside his fenced in area. And a cute little white goat has been roaming around the neighborhood, having broken loose from wherever he normally lives. We see him on the back road here, but he has proven too elusive to catch. Now he hangs out with the local deer and seems to be enjoying himself quite nicely. We don't know who he belongs to.

Telemarketers are springing up like weeds. We're getting a zillion phone calls a day. Some of this can obviously be explained by the holiday season and the increased need to sell, sell, sell. But I'm willing to bet that the intense degree of traffic can be attributed to Mercury retrograde, too, raising the rate of annoying telephone experiences.

When my agent and I were speaking on the phone yesterday, her phone (or mine) suddenly cut out in this mysterious way. We're not sure why that happened. Neither of us was on a cell phone.

More under the heading of animals showing up where they don't belong . . . a large male tabby cat has suddenly decided that our house is his house. He's sneaking in the cat doors at night and having brawls with our other males. Yes, the nights have been cold. But it's interesting how we've never seen him around before, and now, during Mercury retrograde, there is all of this disruption happening with our animal "chi." (He's a cute fuzzy guy. We'll probably end up adding him to our feline family if he can develop some house manners.)

So - what weird stuff involving communication, travel, and the locations of things/animals/people have YOU been experiencing?

Tell me at: astrologywriter@comcast.net

Monday, December 15, 2003

Here We Go Again . . . Another Mercury Retrograde

From Wednesday, December 17 through Friday, January 9, communication planet Mercury is in retrograde again. I know, the very word "retrograde" sounds pretty gloomy. The world isn't about to end (at least, I don't think so.) The flu virus won't kill off 1 million people, as it did during World War One. (That's the real reason that the war ended. No soldiers were left to go fighting!) But things could be a little flighty, weird, or offbeat during this period.

Mercury moves "backwards" in the sky, interrupting the easy flow of energy in our daily lives. This is the time when voice mails will pile up in your message service. Telemarketers will spawn like a vicious disease, pouncing on your poor phone line (if you haven't yet signed up for the Do Not Call service.) Invitations to check out photos of underage girls doing very naughty things will pile up in your email "in" box. Various diplomats from African nations will send you pleas to help them with an urgent money transfer.

Just take a deep breath. This onslaught will pass.

On a personal level, holiday shopping (if you haven't already finished it) could seem more chaotic than usual. You're usually a calm, pleasant type of shopper. Now you're arm-wrestling overfed matrons for a Hokey Pokey Elmo doll or haggling with shopkeepers over your discount at Barnes and Noble. "I have a coupon here for 20 percent off of 10 percent off of 20 percent off! Whaddya mean, the bloody book's not free?"

Again, just take a deep breath. This, too, shall pass.

It's best to bring your attention to your intimate relationships and loved ones. Aim for some quality conversations instead of your usual distracted grunts of "Pass me the remote." Share your cherished hopes and dreams for 2004 with people who really care about you.

Forget those orgies of money-spending and that gift-purchasing mania. Focus on who is in front of you. Give thanks that he or she is in your life, and don't sweat the small stuff. Head into the New Year with a sense of gratitude for all that you have, and avoid obsessing about what you don't have.

I guarantee you that this approach will be the key to having a sane and healthy holiday season. Enjoy!

Email me: astrologywriter@comcast.net

Tuesday, December 02, 2003

Welcome Philadelphia Weekly Readers!

I'm extending a big cosmic handshake to fans of the Philadelphia Weekly, a super arts weekly with, I'm told, over 400,000 readers. 400 or 400,000, it doesn't matter to me. I'm just happy that you're on board.

It might take you a little while to get used to the sassy style of my Cosmic Butt Kick column. At this point, you're probably going, "Who the hell is this Jennifer Shepherd chick, anyway? And how did she get a column in the Weekly? Is she the editor's girlfriend or something? Did she pay them a lot of money so they'd run her drivel?"

For answers to these questions and more, please read on.

For those of you who don’t know me, I have a background as a psychic counselor. I used to make frequent appearances on FM radio stations across the US, so you may have heard me at some point doing readings and fending off venomous, slathering deejays on the air (although many of them were nice.) I was on WPST 97.5 FM quite a lot over the years, although I've taken a break from the heavy radio appearances of late to focus on other things -- mainly my writing career and my seven overly demanding cats. (Yes, I'm one of those crazy cat people. Beware.)

You may also have seen me on TV shows like Sightings or Real Scary Stories, where I offered my insights as a professional ghostbuster. (“Yup, looks like ya gots yerself a ghostie there.”)

I did psychic readings for ten years, but now I write full-time and teach on metaphysical subjects. I’ve written for tons of websites, mostly astrology stuff, and I’ve been a columnist for magazines like Boy Crazy, Total Fitness, Spa, and Joey.

These days I am focusing on something that has become more and more important to me over the years. I have always functioned as sort of a “Dear Abby” of the New Age. Since I was a little girl, people have always been asking me questions like, “How do I clear out a ghost?” “Are angels real?” and “What’s the best way to meditate?”

At this point, I’ve worked with thousands of people, fielding their questions and trying to inspire them with information that is user-friendly, fun, and real. I’m hoping to pull together those questions in one place so that more people can make use of the ideas I present. This blog is a starting point.

I invite you to send me your own questions about “New Age” and spiritual subjects, and I might answer them here on this blog. I am also planning to put a book together at some point that will respond to these subjects. Please note that, if you send me something, I reserve the right to post it here or publish it, and I also reserve the right to edit it -- just for grammar and readability, not for content. (That’s the Virgo editor in me speaking. You’ll have to put up with her from time to time.) I can post it with your contact info or do it anonymously, whichever you might prefer.

Some of the questions that I will be responding to run along the lines of:

What is the meaning of our dreams? If I suddenly find myself at work in a dream, and I’m completely naked, does this mean that an office orgy is in the offing? (And, more importantly, will I have enough time to work out at the gym before attending this orgy?)

Are psychic abilities really all that common, or are they only accessible to scary mediums like the (frequently face-lifted) Sylvia Browne or the all-too-perky John Edwards? And do I really need to learn how to talk to the dead, anyway? I mean, I detested my smelly, mustachioed Aunt Bertha while she was alive. Do I really want her bitching at me from beyond the grave?

If love and light are the keys to enlightenment, why are so many White Lighters depressed and on medication? Why are so many of them single or members of cultish movements? Why are so many of them unable to take care of themselves, in one form or another? Given what they’re experiencing, enlightenment seems over-rated!

Holistic health techniques might work, but they are very weird-sounding to someone who doesn’t understand them. Why would I want to lie down naked on a table and have some strange man (or woman) rub me all over? What are the benefits of that? Isn’t that what a spouse is for?

Why do astrology columns seem so bogus? Are all of those clichés about the signs accurate? What if I’m a sloppy Virgo or a Scorpio who isn’t oversexed – does that make me a mutant?

Is the world of Harry Potter simply an analogy for occult initiation? What’s occult initiation? Can people really cast spells? Should people cast spells? Can I turn my ex-boyfriend into a slug? (Oh, wait, he was already one in the first place.)

Please send me your funky questions and comments. I’ll answer some by email, and others might show up in this blog.

More soon. Email me:
astrologywriter@comcast.net

PS: And no, I'm not the editor's girlfriend.

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