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Subota 27 Ramazan 1437

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Jul. 1st, 2016 | 09:44 pm

Planet of the day (according to Ibn 'Arabi): Saturn

Prophet of the day (according to Ibn 'Arabi): Abraham

The Sun is in 10 Cancer (in my 10th house): A clown caricaturing well-known personalities. (Symbol for 11 Cancer from Dane Rudhyar, An Astrological Mandala)

The Moon is at 8Gem30 (in my 9th house). Lunar mansion (according to Ibn 'Arabi): 6, The Form, letter Khā, The Wise (Al-Ḥakīm)

Lunar phase: Balsamic - Release (Phase names and keywords from Dane Rudhyar, The Lunation Cycle)

In the morning, the Moon will enter my 10th house.

The astrological info was posted ahead of time because I planned to attend the iftar and teravih at the džamija (masjid). Prior to this, I had attended one iftar but wasn't sure I could figure out what to do with the time between then and jacija ('iša) prayer, so I went home after iftar. That was the night of the Orlando shooting. In subsequent weeks, in order to avoid the awkwardness of the iftar and the time between it and jacija, I had iftar at home and then drove to the džamija for jacija and teravih. This past evening I decided to give the iftar a chance again. The meal was less of an awkward experience than it had been the previous time. There was still the problem of what to do during the time when people were standing around in groups and talking, with several people smoking (of course) as well. I decided to take a walk around the block in order to use up some time and to get to know the area better. The area is essentially a quiet, urban, lower-middle-class neighborhood. There is a senior/rehabilitation facility behind the area occupied by the džamija and the evangelical church that adjoins it. Other than that, the neighborhood is residential. At one point, I noticed that a car wasn't moving after it paused at a stop sign. I was hoping that I wasn't going to be heckled by the occupants of the car. As I passed the car, I noticed that the passenger-side window was open. I overheard a woman--in a somewhat drug-hyped voice--say, "Give me that! It's not crack, it's coke!" They drove off after I heard that comment, and I quietly turned the corner. I found my way back to the džamija a few minutes after that. Jacija and teravih were fine, and I returned home for a few hours' sleep before getting up again.


Peace,

KH

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