2020 Guide Astrology of Happiness
For Chloe Ann, my first grandchild.
May you always feel loved in exactly the way you need it.
The moon was full and magnificent over the Las Vegas desert that night. I could see her from my hotel window. She neither judged nor recoiled from the bloody, corpse strewn field below. She was my hope. The moon reminded me that only a few miles away in the desert, bugs were emerging from their tiny burrows, nocturnal animals were going about their lives, completely oblivious to the nightmare unfolding on the Vegas strip, as police reports continued to confirm the spreading pandemonium.
On October 2, 2017, I was in Las Vegas during the infamous Route 66 Concert. On my flight from Atlanta a couple days before, I sat with people who positively hummed with excitement over finally getting to relax, listen to live music, and party at this historic event. The cheerful man sitting next to me jubilantly told me about his beautiful new wife and step-kids, his new job, how elated he was to have relocated to Vegas from Detroit. They couldn’t wait to meet up with their friends at Route 66. As we touched down at McCarran, we waved goodbye as he took a phone call from his wife. I felt the love coming out of this man for his wife, family, and friends. I still wonder if they’re alive and well.
I thought about these same people I’d connected with and seen over the past couple of days, my heart aching, as I witnessed the entire massacre from my hotel window at the Luxor Hotel. Only minutes before, I’d heeded the intuitive nudges I was getting and left the shops at Mandalay moments before they erupted into terrified, often violent lockdowns as the bloody pandemonium spread. As I took the elevator up to my room, a couple came running from the otherwise silent lobby. They were in shock, covered in blood splatter. The woman told how at first they thought it was fireworks, and they looked up into the sky, seeing nothing, but then suddenly seeing people splattered with gunfire falling around them as the band retreated from the stage. People ran to and fro, desperate to escape the sealed concert enclosure. This fortunate found a way out and ran across the street into the Luxor before the doors were locked.
I asked the woman if I could hug her, in hopes of extending some human kindness, some kind of healing in the midst of their horrible ordeal. I felt the shockwaves as I held this woman who told us the story about what was going on downstairs at that very moment.
Only love empowered me to chat over the phone with my youngest the entire night through, telling him jokes and stories while inwardly I feared exploding into dust at any moment. We were on lockdown from a car bomb threat down below in the parking garage and nobody knew what was happening or what group was behind it. It seemed as though civilization itself was falling apart before my very eyes on the Vegas strip as helicopters flew by my window, an endless ribbon of flashing lights from law enforcement lit up the night, and non-stop gunshot reports from a widening circle of venues. (Later, it became clear that these were gunshot victims running from the scene, but at the time nobody knew what was going on, which ramped up the panic.)
My own children had tragically lost their father only 3 years before and I ached at the thought that they might lose me too, powerless to help, except to keep my youngest calm and cool. Thankfully, my other 2 grown children wouldn’t know what was going on until the morning after, when the lone gunman finally turned on himself, ending the massacre.
Even now, writing this, I feel my heart constrict. Tears well up. My stomach is tight. Everything hurts. But I know how to disperse this horrible feeling in less than the time it takes to brush my teeth, replacing it with an inner smile that soothes body and soul. You will too, by the time you’re done reading this book.
In my fervent quest to feel genuine Happiness again, I’ve been privileged to meet with wise people, shamans, healers of seemingly every kind. Astrologers, teachers, scientists, Happiness researchers, particularly the group at Berkeley’s Science of Happiness course, a free offering online that I can’t recommend highly enough.
Allow me to share what I’ve learned.
With the global transformations we’re experiencing, we need the kind of imagination that dares to transcend consensus reality and place our attention on something wonderful that sings to our souls.
My hope is that this simple guidebook will provide a toolkit for every soul who has always felt like they don’t fit in, is unusually sensitive to the world around them, wonders why they’re here, yet deeply wants to assist in humanity’s evolution. In short, I’m writing this for My Tribe.
I like to imagine a huge body of water rippling with Joy, higher imagination, genius, and love flowing from each of us. What could the world be like if all of us radiate self-possessed JOY as we let go of consensus reality and dive into what our soul’s are urging us to do?
Let’s go make some magic.
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