Hidden Treasure
Did you go down deep in the gound
Did you find riches all around
Did you find rubies and gold
a river
Of emeralds
The water flows in a silver stream
The water flows in a silver stream
Diamond stairs that you can't believe
The ground is made with rubies and gold
Take your shovel and pick it up now
It's been such a long time gettin down here.
As the moon traverses Scorpio tonight, and the planet Pluto leaves this dimension for another, I know I will not let him go. I'll continue to let him guide me, for I believe he is the keeper of the nugget, protector of all life's riches. They say he isn't evil. They say he prefers to take care of everyone in the underworld. A big job, indeed.
A caravan of travelers in the Mauritanian Desert.
The Desert Vortex.
posted by jm at 1:32 AM
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Salt?
My little bush wolf friend(coyote) is wandering around outside my window as if she owns the place. Hunting now for mice in the woodpile- goodgirl.
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Moon bright in the sky last night kissed me goodnight, as she passed over pluto she brought me a dream-rememberance- i awoke with a salty pillow.
This morning i looked up the transit of that memory time. Pluto and Uranus were transiting my Moon in Virgo intercepted in my 7th house.
We had just moved into a small city from the reservation and i was losing my freedoms, no wandering in gullies alone, unsavory types were found there. But in the park with all its silly toys i found a jewel a girl that had shining eyes and who i could see through it seemed. She was small and some younger than i. We became friends and i babysat her and her sister.
Then, we walked through a year and a half of dying of Leukemia together, me only as far as the gate. Our mothers would hover on the edge of the hospital room as Sheri would tell of her dreams of dying desperate to talk with someone. So i would crawl beneath the tubes and hold her hand like sister-friends at a slumber party and we would talk about fear and joy and what was about to come. The curiosity was too much for our little girl minds. I was in 6th grade, she in 4th.
She passed away easily, cradled in her mother's arms, paraphrasing Kadimiros,~Breathing, in the night, breathing in the night, surrendering to the night, breathing no more.
This was my Pluto over moon with the help of Uranus.
oh Tseka! Now I'm crying *sniff*. Those lines of poetry remind me of a Patti Smith poem, I'll see if can dredge it up...
Apropo of nothing just wanted to convey a new insight...had sent along the article about the teens getting nude because 'how can that be worse than what is going on?' Now I have insight on the hippies I didn't have before!...What if pluto in cap sq uranus is to bring that back, and elders like us who laugh and encourage it rather than shut it down?...dunno, just a thought in a break in the eternal remodel...
oh, tseka, so young to be dealing with so much. so sad. we're not crying for them, we're crying for ourselves who are left behind.
my mom always says that.
Salt and sorrow into the earth.
we're not crying for them, we're crying for ourselves who are left behind.
Casey, casey, casey. This is one of my so oft repeated lines to myself I can't count the number, but I don't quite have the nerve to say it to others. So glad you did. Oh how right your mother is.
We cry for ourselves and our whole human condition. These experiences like teska's remind us. The dead are the lucky ones.
The Tibetans sit with their dead for 44 days repeating the phrase, "Do not be afraid". This is supposed to calm the fears of the dead to prepare for his upcoming journey, but of course, it's the journey of the living remaining that needs preparation.
Such a beautiful description of the experience, tseka.
So i would crawl beneath the tubes and hold her hand like sister-friends at a slumber party and we would talk about fear and joy and what was about to come. The curiosity was too much for our little girl minds. I was in 6th grade, she in 4th.
I hope we will as a collective, see the value in the death experience. They all leave a legacy, and it's not material. So says Pluto. They leave us courage and most of all, knowledge.
I believe there is a unique kernel of knowledge in death. So wise, tseka, to experience it so young.
What if pluto in cap sq uranus is to bring that back, and elders like us who laugh and encourage it rather than shut it down?
I think something like this is in the cards, but with a new wisdom and less of the illusion of the hippie about love and peace.
The Aries butting against the Cap is a sure sign of youth vs staus quo.
Maybe since so many of the aged were hippies they will have a slight empathy with the new direction.
The Uranus in Aries is about doing your own thing and moving away from authoritarian dominance.
The more the moments pass, the more I feel this purification and release with Pluto's dramatics. A longstanding disease in our society has surfaced and I feel its exit.
It's also happening in our own lives if we seize this moment, count our lucky stars, and let go of something that's been hurting us. I think soon you'll see it all around.
Tseka, I once read a novel, a beautifully crafted story about an artist in the northern wilderness and his love of a local woman. The woman was a friend of the wild animals and a wolf befriended her, coming often into the house, but remaining wild. She tried to explain this to her lover, about not taming and possessing the wild animals. The name of the novel is The Underpainter.
Gorgeous story.
One of my simming friends is Iranian and when B91 died this is what she wrote in our eulogy post:
"In Iran, a country who's people are known for their passion for life and the way they cherish their family, when someone loses one who is dear to them, they revisit the sadness every 40 days of every year for the rest of their life. They cry for their lost one and every 40 days give to them their love in spirit again and again. Forever. The people of this culture never forget one who is dear to them. So no one in Iran ever dies. This is called Che-leh.
Something makes me think Dale would have found that interesting. I miss you, Dale. I give to you Che-leh."
Casey, that is so interesting. The 40 days coincides with Noah and the 40 days of rain.
And White Raven Cried the great flood when mudmen (humans) took the life of White Buffalo, the twin soul of Raven who was the bridge to the creator. ~the floods followed mankind's greed, not listening.
The connections are phenomenal.
This is an introduction to white Buffalo. And still there is so much to comprehend about White Raven. Tell us all.
5:28 PM
i do not recall crying when Sheri died, there was a rightness to that moment after a long time of suffering.
So when i awoke with tears leaking, i sat for a moment and realized i was crying for the mothers...as i would now, being a mother. i had not thought of this in many, many years.
Curiously, her illness taught me a lot about disease as entities. Once when she received was very close to death, she received a direct transfusion from a woman who had just returned from Mexico. She was carrying Hepatitis. The Hepititis raged and completely annihilated the Leukemia. Six month of remission followed. There is a law in Homeopathic medicine that two diseases cannot co-exist. The stronger will prevail, then the second may re-emerge. You often see in cancer patitents that they are otherwise free if common ailments,like colds and flu.
Do think this comes under the Pluto factor of healing that you were speculating on JM?
My god, tseka. This is incredible. What a story.
Yes. The lesson of great disease is singular I think. And this verifies my theory about colds and small ailments being an ongoing processing that is a good sign.
I think major disease is for the brave who want to conquer something in the psyche in a big way. But that kind of advanced consciousness doesn't happen often.
disease as entities.
This is my view entirely. I love this phrase. I never feel victimized by sickness. I see it as an entity of my own creation. Or a visit from a spirit in my psyche as a guidepost in my journey. Not to be killed immediately or run from too quickly. Not until the message is delivered. A courier from the internal world. Pluto is involved. Mercury is his messenger and was the only one to travel freely in Hades at will.
I see disease as a navigational tool.
My release from bondage to the negative blogs overemphasizig pain, and my deliverance back to my own self and my own blog, mixing in pleasure(letting the salt flow down and out not into the wounds) was accompanied by severe pain. I knew what was happening, but I couldn't tell if the release would be successful. But the pain I knew was the transition.
And a big resounding YES in associating this with the Pluto developments.
There is a chance that the fear of Pluto will transmogrify into healing force. This will be so for the advanced. I think maybe these people are being asked to contribute their skill now.
That's part of the hidden treasure I see. Purification through the fires and the receiving of the jewel that is deep deep gratification and satisfaction with life, no matter what the external experience. A feeling that you've discovered the secret.
So Pluto, Scorpio, and the 8th house is associated with healers, shamans, physycians, magicians, sorcerors, etc., and the release of poisons. Poisons always enter, and there are a million paths for them to take. We are learning to participate in the process. Healers like you are vital, as they keep power in the hands of the sick, the most important part.
I think this country is in a healing now. Not complete of course, but a step.
And still there is so much to comprehend about White Raven. Tell us all.
White Raven was the First in Native wisdom~ It's a pretty pervasive story. The Hopi say that Creator made White Raven as a bridge between worlds. Raven was lonely on the newly emerging planet so Creator made White Buffalo her soul's mate~ above and below...During the day Raven would scout the succulent grasses and direct Buffalo to them at night She rested on his back. Creator as he made the mudmen chastened them that they could take of all the Earth but not White Buffalo or White Raven. Of course one did kill White Buffalo. White Raven cried the floods in dispair and the mud splashed on to her and made her black, she flew into the heavens swearing to not return until man was ready to walk the Path of Harmony/Beauty. The Hopi tell of waiting thousands of years knowing that it would come to pass, and White Buffalo was born (about 10 yrs ago now? and there are many not just one) And in my desert on the outskirts of the Marine base deploying to Iraq White Raven appeared. I dreamed of her, so often that my sculptor friend made me an alabaster white raven...she arrived some six months later. I have had the good fortune of seeing her twice. Huge and glorious pure, stunning, white but not an albino for she has coloured eyes and beak. Last year she was sighted with two offspring also white.
The myth is in Fenno-scandia as well. White Raven rode the left shoulder of Hel. She is Memory while the black raven on Hel's right shoulder is Thought. When Odin stole the runes and left the Circle of Hel he took with him "Hel's Ravens" but they were fulgars - holograms, they were both black. The ravens would act as Odin's eyes upon the world, fly out, bring back all the news. Odin never worried about "Thought" only "Memory" that she may fly away and not return.
So the stories are both about loss/ theft of sacred, and losing memory.
There is a law in Homeopathic medicine that two diseases cannot co-exist. The stronger will prevail, then the second may re-emerge. You often see in cancer patitents that they are otherwise free if common ailments,like colds and flu.
Here's where I can jump in. Dr Tom Cowan, who is a holistic doctor, discusses in his book The Fourfold Path to Healing that fever in children and adults when they are sick with flu or cold is the body's way of "burning out" the pathogens. Of course, a rampant fever that won't end is a serious matter, but a normal fever should be allowed to run its course.
I can't locate the source, but I believe I remember him saying that fevers are housekeeping mechanisms of the body. They purify waste materials in the tissues and blood, and to suppress fevers is to invite deeper problems. I believe he said cancer can be one of these.
I liken it to a forest that is "managed" so that no wildfires sweep through periodically and remove dead and decaying matter. Debris and wastes build up until a spark ignites all into a conflagration that could have been avoided if nature were allowed to take its course.
O this is good.
I wonder why White Buffalo was killed. What the circumstances were.
Maybe to break up and come back in the many new forms so as to infiltrate the human world when ready.
That gives me bumps about the base and Iraq.
And an interesting parallel is the Carlos castenada statement I repeat so much about Death being our ally on the left shoulder. I associate death more with memory than thought. An urge to get back to the source viscerally.
I think this is Pluto too. The sacred that we have abandoned and have to go through the fires to retrieve. The whole battle between the sacred and profane has been impossible to reconcile thus far, but the profane ultimately leads us back.
The memory is too strong.
Beautiful stories.
I liken it to a forest that is "managed" so that no wildfires sweep through periodically and remove dead and decaying matter. Debris and wastes build up until a spark ignites all into a conflagration that could have been avoided if nature were allowed to take its course.
Amen, brother joe.
Tseka, thanks for sharing that story. There's a Welsh tale about Branwen, the White Raven, spelled bran-wynn in Welsh. She appears to be a raven goddess in some ways, but her traditional story can be found here:
www.pantheon.org/articles/b/branwen.html
Yes, fever is good, our grandmothers knew.
Arndt - Schultz law, actually it's known thoughout all practices of medicine just ignored, mostly.
As frightening as fire can be there is a thrill to witnessing its leap as though something good is happening even when destruction occurs.
As a fire dominated person, I know how much I love the heat, but also seek cooling elements for balance. Probably why I love the winter.
Metal is made the srongest after 3 times through the forging fires. Mars is the metal and association with Pluto is the fire that strengthens and burns off impurities and weakening factors.
I think the Iraq situation was a purifying fire in the metaphysical realm which is why I am so fascinated by your experience, tseka.
Tonight I am going to research the raven. We all remeber E.A.Poe whether we like The Raven or not.
Well the "black shadow" raven who stayed on Earth still helped mankind, accoring to legend it was Raven who opened the copper-lined box to let the sun out.
He helped the mudmen release themselves from the great clamshell when they were naked and starving, showed them how to care for themselves. Rvcovering after complete devastation.
Yes the left shoulder is the creative, it is the memory that is the unbroken line of anscestors. Our DNA.
Music from the Hel (whole) creation
Oft have been my guide and master
Sentences the Trees created
Rolled together into bundles
placed in boxes lined with shining copper....as the land went behind the ice (al-land-is)
Aha! The puzzle pieces align. The Raven and the copper box. Very very good. There is a lot of copper in hair, I think. I wonder if it is a receptor for the light rays to gain entrance into the body.
This is so uplifting.
These evening roundtables are wonderful.
Be back shortly.
Ravens are believed to communicate in a kind of "telepathy" along a raven grid to which all ravens belong....i beleive this, because of some personal experiences with ravens.
My father speaks with ravens also.
In Celtic astrology Raven is associated with Ruis, the sign between 25 November-22 December And the ELDER Tree. They believed the Raven was sacred and passed into the body of Arthur.
t'was tseka previous anon post.
dang it's struggle on this laptop the refub job arrives soon, i now have the fed-ex tracking, will be so glad to end my affair with this wicked box' cursed curser which seems to have a mind of it's own, sliping around
Juno i love your idea that we old hippie-generation folk may come into our wise days. I decided long ago to try for wisdom- coothood being the default, that just didn't appeal.
tseka, loved the story of White Raven.
Which reminded me of William Morris, the glass artist. Do you know his work? His works are like a counterpoint to your story -- his birds, his bone "artefacts" made of glass, the animal masks -- amazing work. Hard to believe some of it is glass. Saw an exhibit at the Contemporary Craft Museum here. Blew me away.
Forgot to put in a link to his work:
http://www.holstengalleries.com/artists/morris2.html
Anonymous, I have yet to find proof of a "Celtic astrology." The Ogham or tree alphabet/calendar is documented, but superimposing the astrological zodiac over the tree calendar has little, if any, basis in fact, as far as I can tell.
Two interesting books on the topic of the tree calendar are:
"Year of Moons, Season of Trees" by Pattalee Glass-Koentop
and
"The Celtic Druids' Year" by John King.
Check out his "Raven jar with incised drawing" under Bronzes.
And the "Trophy" -- not an animal skull. All glass.
ohhh here's something
Copper and Venus
By Nick Kollerstrom
http://www.levity.com/alchemy/kollerstrom_copper.html
ahem the copper and Venus brought to you anonymously by tseka's wicked cursor
The Wicked cursor!!!!
will be so glad to end my affair with this wicked box' cursed curser which seems to have a mind of it's own.
Well said!
Great links! Can't wait to dig in.
wisdom-coothood
That has a certain unusal charm, I find!
This is great in a discussion of going to Hades for healing:
just as Psyche had to journey 'down under' to find her way back to lost Eros, so we shall be driven to the depths of our wounds, depressions, madness and fears in order to be reunited with lost soul. It is my passionate conviction that this re-mythologizing of our lives is the medicine we need if we are to help one another reconnect to a life wrestled with, shared and celebrated in all its fullness, vibrancy, imaginal richness, pain and joy.
Nice, huh?
down to the healing depths
Another good one.
In winter, allow yourself time, as Native Americans do, to go 'back to the blanket' when you need to. Using what I call 'cocoon therapy', wrap yourself - for however long you need to - in warm blankets, or animal skins which form a symbolic cocoon in which the psyche feels protected and can rest, regenerate and prepare for a Spring rebirth.
depression and the quest for meaning
Great links, jm, esp. meaningful as I work in mental health and have done so for about 10 years.
How do you embed those links into your comment?
OMG! Cocooning in winter, waiting for spring. Excellent analogy! In modern times, when the days are short and nights are long, we rush around working, shopping, eating, and whatever else (esp. in this country) at a time when we're meant to slow down and perhaps sleep a little more.
Take this, and add the ruthless suppression of ordinary everyday blues and sadness through pills and excessive caffiene and shaming. Thomas Moore talks of this in great depth in "Dark Nights of the Soul."
Thus our cocooning, sadnesses, griefs, and necessary quiet times are forced to manifest in other ways: psychosis, severe depression, and extreme passivity.
That's a great insight, jm. I think I suspected it but didn't have any evidence. Thanks!
add the ruthless suppression of ordinary everyday blues and sadness through pills and excessive caffiene and shaming.
Well said again joe.
What work do you do?
Probably the low level depression rampant in our society is a large part of the whole problem. I've thought about this a lot, and I suppose it's easy to figure out that a spiritual component is needed, but how to influence this....I don't know. One would need at least 10 lifetimes.
THE LINKS!
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jm, I am a psychiatric rehabilitation practitioner. I work with people who want assistance managing their paperwork, responsibilities, issues and basic needs.
Joe, what important work that is. I am fascinated and would like to know more. What kind of people, and how you deal with their neuroses/psychoses. What you think about changing them. Or letting them map their own routes.
Well, all are living with some form of a mental health diagnosis, be that severe depression, schizophrenia or the related schizo-affective disorder, borderline personality disorder, and so on. A lot of times they are just struggling to get by, to make ends meet, to manage their affairs, the way anyone else does. It's harder for them because many can't work full time jobs for whatever reason, only part-time or menial labor so they have little income and often no skill in managing money.
Dealing with their neuroses is often low-key. You provide reality orientation, coach them in managing symptoms such as wanting to cut themselves, or their paranoia or lack of motivation. Paranoia is hard to deal with because nothing you say or do will remove the client's suspicion that you're out to get them.
Ultimately we have to let them be the driver in this process, but with input and assistance from the co-pilot, so to speak. Sometimes it's a successful working relationship and sometimes, due to their paranoia, it's not.
BTW I've been thinking about your comments about Pluto in my chart, and put together the dramatic events in my life in 1997 and 2003. I'll add these minor details in the Victory! post, if you like.
Very very very interesting, joe, about the paranoia. This is what has disturbed me most in my environment and has appeared impossible to neutralize. Your account verifies the difficulty. I wonder what the solution is.
Meet you on the Victory!!! thread for the Pluto skinny!
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