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We have a magical collection of bottles and smells, essences and extracts in our house, and a small army of little brown dropper bottles to mix them in.
I have just mixed and sprinkled Juniperberry (for protection from negative thoughts) and Thyme (for courage and prevention of nightmares) on little Wilf’s pillow.
He wouldn’t go into his bedroom: he was too scared. He’s the only one of the five to succumb to bad dreams and he doesn’t have nightmares often, but when he does they’re humdingers. If they get enough of a grip over him, he will not settle until I have sat on his bed, smoothing his hair, talking to him about the humdrum qualities of the world outside; the rain on the pavements, the halo of the streetlamp, the headlights of the cars passing our sleeping house, going who-knows-where in the small hours of the morning.
So why Wilfy?
Wilf has Moon in Taurus in 6th House squaring Neptune in Aquarius in the 3rd. Moon (which amongst other things also describes dreams) square Neptune will provide an especially sensitive nature. In the 6th house, it is daily life, and in the 3rd, with siblings, that is triggering the difficulties. Don’t get me wrong, his brothers aren’t insensitive; they’re just not as sensitive as Wilf and living with them wears down his resistance. Moon is in Taurus and therefore ruled by Venus, and Neptune in Aquarius by Uranus. Venus / Uranus, amongst other things, talks of a love of screens. Wilfy, therefore, hides from the worst of the brotherly toings and froings by escaping into screens. Too much. And then come the bad dreams.
The ‘magic potion’ has not failed yet, I should add. We go into his bedroom where his younger brother is snoring happily, blissfully unaware of any upset; and sprinkle the drops over his pillow, with a couple on his jim-jams for good measure. Where before I could not persuade him into the room, now he snuggles up happily under his duvet, cheek buried in the glorious smell of his pillow, ready to drift off without a worry in the world. To my mind, that is the kind of magic worth making.
And today’s resolution? Fewer screens! 