Double Water Moment
If you have a lot of water in your chart you are probably highly intuitive and it is hard for you to separate hardship of others from your own because of how deeply you feel. I know this well, having both my Sun and Moon in Cancer. People with a lot of water in their charts or in prominent positions tend to be very empathetic and highly intuitive. This is why it is important for us to take extra time to re ground ourselves and go inward.
Awhile back I was listening to a podcast in which the guest repeatedly iterated that people living on our streets should not be called “homeless”. They have homes in the communities they create amongst each-other and their neighbors they simply lack a physical house for the time being.
On Christmas Eve (for those who celebrate) I had a very emotional experience at an emcampment of un-housed folks by the Starline Social Club in Oakland CA.
Earlier that day I decided to take all the extra clothes from a clothing swap I had with some friends of mine, who were trying to avoid the Capitalism of Christmas, to Salvation Army and realized, after packing my car and getting on the road, that it was closed. I thought maybe I would drop them at the encampment on International by Burger King but when I pulled up it was fairly empty. I headed to the Starline Social Club encampment under the overpass. I parked my car off to the side and walked into the middle of the encampment.
As I walked deeper in, I noticed people “casing” me and started to feel a little uncomfortable but it is my M.O. to face these types of feelings, so I kept walking. I got to the middle and was greeted by a beautiful smiling older black woman. I smiled and asked if they were in any need of clothes. I asked firstbecause in Oregon I offered shoes and food to one white man and an older white woman and they cussed me out, saying they didn’t “need any of my shit!” A friend of theirs later came up and kind of apologized and took what was offered. They were clearly disturbed, but it didn’t feel good regardless.
The woman said yes and I walked back to the car and pulled it into a rather sketchy alley. An old beat up car skeeted past me with two rough looking gentlemen in the front. I started to take out bags and a man came up to me and asked if there was anything there that would fit him. I said maybe and as I said this another large man started walking up to us saying “Hey stop talking to my woman” and someone else said “hey stop taking my stuff!” I smiled disarmingly and said I would be back with more stuff another time as folks started to swarm and ask for other things in my car that were my personal posessions. I realized I could probably let go of the backpack someone wanted and said I would bring it back another time.
Everyone was swarming around me and I started to get a little scared. The rough dudes in the car from before pulled up, boxed me in, and asked for stuff. I said I could give them a couple bags so I put them through their window and they smiled then another sweet black woman came up and said “hey please tell me I can have that jacket” pointing to the old wetsuit I had taken out of the bag thinking no one would want it. I told her it was a wetsuit and she got really happy and said “aw yeah! I swim! I was a lifeguard for 4 years! Gimmie dem flippers too!” Pointing to the foot fins I had. She and another black woman came through and gave me the biggest hug saying “God Bless you!” And it was just at that moment that I was feeling a little overwhelmed and worried again. I took a deep breath and let myself be enveloped by their love and blessings and as I drove away I cried hard.
It was a really beautiful and challenging experience all at the same time, especially since every single person there was black except one other POC woman. The experience in which I was threatened in Oregon was all white un-housed folks.
In the past I have also been called the N word by un-housed white people. I try not to take it personal, but this reminded me again how f*ct up our world is and how beautiful my people are, even when they are destitute they still look strong, are smiling and joking around, and somehow appear even healthy at times.
I wish more of us would let ourselves experience these kinds of things. They say that most of us are one or two missed paychecks away from houselessness these days. It would behoove us to get to know our “neighbors” this way from time to time.
