Finally, and at the risk of milking the event, I’m going to look briefly at why this happened and what it all means.
I can accept the fire-manifesting reading of the event, of course (that I am the secret firestarter, a la Tyler Durden, via my unconscious). This is why I felt responsible for the cat – especially since it was a black cat and the cat I am with now, Garbanzo, is black and was given 6 months to live in the summer (he’s fine so far). And in my past experience, major shifts often involve “sacrifices”…
I’d say there’s more nuance to this than simply: “This is my POWER!” however. Each and every detail, the alleged perpetrators (Native teenager/s accused of the act), the neighbor Travis, Luke and the uncertainty about the fate of Joey the cat, the dry cleaner’s, the owner coming to save his boat, the inefficient firefighters, their having to tear down one building to save another, my rescuing some books and a dressing gown & guitar (unnecessarily), even meeting the local famous author W.P. Kinsella (Field of Dreams, a movie I hated) the next day in the bookshop, where I was holing up during the period of unknowing (waiting to see if our building would burn down or not) – these are all elements of the “meta-narrative” (which might be called: “Love Goes to a Building on Fire!”).
If our apartment represents my body – where I currently live – and the fire represents Kundalini/awakening, then perhaps the abandoned building and the dry cleaners signify my false selves, those peripheral and dispensable structures of thought, belief, and being that have to go?
Factor in then my being awake when the fire started, and our (my wife made the call) being the ones who called it in – who knows how much later the firemen would have arrived otherwise, it might have made the difference between losing our apartment and saving – and all of this could be interpreted as a “blueprint” for a future enlightenment experience! (Yay!)
Then there is the timing, 3 days before Solstice, which was yesterday, with these 3 days after leading up to Christ-mass, the birth of the Son/Sun, which indicates vigilance and preparedness, being several steps ahead of “the fire,” so to speak. I think this is sort of my role, to some degree and so far at least, the watchdog, the one who cries “Fire!” before anyone else spots it, or is even awake. Certainly, as a prophet of apocalypse I have often felt in danger of becoming the boy who cried “Doom!”
I drew a chart for the fire and it’s a humdinger. I have never seen a foursquare crisscrossed by oppositions before, and placed in relationship to my own chart, there are 14 squares, 16 trines, 7 opps, 7 conj, 7 sextiles (777)!! Holy fireballs, Batman!