Recently, we took a couple of days off to visit our daughter, Megan, and stopped one night, of course, in Cassadaga. We stayed at Cabin on the Lake, the B&B that allows dogs and is located in a tranquil setting, on a lake, a couple of miles from Cassadaga. Honestly, since Megan moved to Orlando in January, we have spent more time in Cassadaga than at any point in the last 30 years. Such a hardship, right?
I guess this Spiritualist village is the MacGregor equivalent of Disney World, which lies only half an hour or so to the south. Instead of rides and an endless carnival atmosphere that is both crass and carefully constructed, we walk along streets that date back to the late 19th century, where the homes – some of them reminiscent of places on Cape Cod – are usually inhabited by mediums. These folks are the heart and soul of Cassadaga, the ones who communicate with the dead.
In this kind of atmosphere, synchronicities often flourish for us and occur at the strangest moments, unexpected, often out of the blue. That’s what happened during this trip.
I was in the lobby of the Cassadaga Hotel, waiting outside the restroom. Megan and Rob and the dogs were outside on the porch, waiting for our dinners.The hotel is a weird place that we’ve written about before, and even when you step inside the building, you feel the difference. But since I was just waiting outside the ladies room, I figured it couldn’t get too weird.
I noticed a nearby mantle with a couple of books on it. I glanced at the titles and was delighted to see one of my favorite astrology books of all time, Heaven Knows What, by Grant Lewi. This book is one that every astrologer should read, with descriptions of natal sun/moon combinations that are just stunning in their accuracy. Lewi called himself an astrologer, but this guy read patterns like an I Ching master, like any psychic worth their price.
I realized the book was the same edition that I own, old and weathered, a first edition, and took it down to flip through it. I opened it randomly, scanned the page on my right, and started to shut the book when I glanced at the page on my left– and it hit me. I had turned to my own sun/moon combo, sun in Gemini and moon in Capricorn. Recognizing the synchro, I read through the description quickly, nodding at the parts that resonated, wondering about the parts that didn’t. The synchro is this: we’re waiting to hear about whether our Sydney Omarr contract with NAL (New American Library) will be renewed. This contract has been ongoing since 2003.
Personally, I like the odds on this one. Why Lewi’s book, at this time?
When I told Bernard Beitman about the synchro, his response was brief: Library Angel.