OMG! OMG!! Aunt Jenny Has Arisen!
Did I miss anything?
Aunt Jenny finally woke up from her Neptunian trance. She came down to the kitchen, got a big glass of raspberry ice Kool-aid and a chunk of blueberry pie, and started yakking nonstop. The household is jubilant.
Normally a great adventurer, Aunt Jenny is completely refreshed and ready to travel on full speed ahead.
Great to have you back Aunt Jenny!
posted by jm at 12:50 AM
55 Comments:
Oh, my, Aunt Jenny (and I have an Aunt Jeny IRL too), you look like you're having so much more fun than I can even imagine.
What dreams did you have that were so cool?
Casey, my dear.
I had one dream after another. In one, I was an Egyptian queen selected to take the first trip in an airplane. I didn't want to leave the Pharoah behind but in order to go to this mysterious sacred place, I had to leave my gold, jewels, and my husband. I was afraid but the dazzling place I flew to was beautiful beyond description. Streams of honey were there and moutains of salt.
In another one, I was a moose.
It's wonderful to be back home, though. I missed everybody.
Oh, and I must tell you. In my dream travels I went to a place called, oddly enough, Raging Universe. There was so much going on I was astounded. So much to do. Like a cosmic amusement park without the cotton candy. Lots of popcorn though.
There was a knitting circle of a spiritual nature right next door and the wisdom shared was almost tangible. The sweaters were indescribable. There was a place called Pisces Chronicles where some profound, advanced intellectuals were charting the goings on. There also was a strange cave called Ranaculum(?), but I couldn't see anyone inside.
Anyhoo, the tribunal of prophets said that this place was singled out for some very good fortune. I didn't want to leave, but there was no Kool-aid there. I had to get back.
Gee, the only thing I remember dreaming about this morning was breakfast. Bacon and eggs sunny-side up.
I woke up, and all I had on hand was cheerios.
and i seem to have been virtually dream-free for a while. can't remember any ones recently.
my yoga magazine had a really great article recently about "guided dreams" where you take over the dream and choose to make it fun.
must work on these.
The joy receptors are there for a reason. Hate to see it go to waste.
jm left this thought over on Pi Chron . . . thought you might appreciate it, Aunt Jenny. I know i did!! :-)
Kadimiros! LOL! Cheerios! Not even some exciting rice krispies that make all that delightful noise! Or shredded wheat deluged with milk!
why neith, dear. What a lovely name, by the way. Thank you so much for jm's comment. Sometimes I worry about that child. She's often been accused of living in a dream world, but after this Neptune transit, I can see why she does.
Kadimiros. Very interesting name.
Funny you should mention this. In one of my dreams there were some giant cheerios. I put my slightly round body into one of them and sailed on one of the rivers of honey. It was so wonderful.
Hey!! I haven't been remembering dreams either lately. Not sleep ones, anyway. Why? Is this good or bad?
Yes, cheerios...and water. Sad.
Pffffffh! Water! Reality is tough.
Oh geez Cheerios? "Get yourself Go"?
and water? How could you?
Can we blame this on Pluto over the MC? probably not...unless you've been working like a madman with a ton of work, in which case we'll have to let it go, this time.
Cheerios...
Personally i'm for fresh blackberry scones with sweet butter and hot coffee with more milk and heavy cream than coffee.
No dreaming last night just a wonderful deep sleep with the windows wide open to the wind that Neith sent. Full of smells of the earlier storm, it feels like fall today. Must've slipped in during the night. Wonder how long it will stay.
Looks like Aunt J. got more sleep than I did lately...
JM i've been sorting trough memories and been looking at the transits around my Pluto over MC so i will be ready to share when my turn comes up. As you know astrology is new to my life. Looking and comparing the transists and history has been astounding.
The best way to learn is by looking bacward it seems.
Hej Joe
whadda ya mean you got to sleep with the "moon goddess" last night.
well, all this talk about breakfast foods has made me hungry for breakfast, so I'm off to make myself some waffles. yumm.
Waffles!!! What a quirky choice!
Joe, there is something to this sleep thing and I'll find it. The Moon Goddess is interesting.
The best way to learn is by looking backward it seems.
This is so astute and is a headful. I think we learn everything in retrospect since we are finally in an objective position and no longer afraid of the future concerning these events. Perfect place to learn. We'll do this.
I'm in a interesting place. There are all kinds of events out there tonight, most of them boring to me, and with all this Neptune the altered dimensions are looking more and more appealing. I feel like going further than ever in these areas. This tapping teletypical message making is fascinating in this regard. I'm entranced. The silence is fantastic.
The astro journey will be incredible as I have no program. Just get it started and let it fly into the cosmos. We are going to learn unexpected things. I can feel it.
So exciting, these new developments.
Casey, dear. Blueberry preserves are fabulous on waffles. I also sometimes add a dollop of cookie dough ice cream.
Joe, sleep will come, and it will be delicious.
i've been sorting through memories and been looking at the transits around my Pluto over MC so i will be ready to share when my turn comes up.
This is the good part. So much to learn. New things pop out and relate to the present. It also adds dimension to life so the past lives again and takes on new meaning. The group mind also works wonders. You will be amazed at how unique each perspective is which is why the generalities are limited. Astrologers are always fussing over the details. And predictions become less and less attractive as self knowledge kicks in.
I'll post something to get started with tonight. There is so much to know but the essentials are what I'm after now, so we can apply it right away to ourselves.
"In one of my dreams there were some giant cheerios. I put my slightly round body into one of them and sailed on one of the rivers of honey. It was so wonderful."
Sigh...yes...that sounds wonderful. Rivers of honey. Way over yonder...in a garden of wisdom from some long ago dream.
Was there music?
I am always going on about overcoming fear of the future, which is why I am a metaphysician. with our mortality a fact, this is next to impossible, but I think it is by design. To help us triumph and find courage. It's like Prometheus bringing fire to the mortals.
And as I've said, I welcomed this war on terror and took it literally. It's starting to really get interesting. The public is almost being asked to decide now between the hackneyed fabrication and the possibility that we are not in a dire life threatening situation after all.
The future takes care of itself and to try to impose a destiny path on it is immature to me and not trusting in life and the self. I know we are in the dark and want to know what's ahead, but we really can't. We can get some navigational guidelines from astrology. But as tseka pointed out, the look back is a great part. People also fear that what they're doing now could be all wrong. That's also an illusion. It's always both. And the future is both good and bad. Usually not THAT bad. At least when you actually get there. The fear is much worse.
The mystery of the future is what it's all about. I hate it when someone reveals the end of the plot of a story to me prematurely.
Actually, Kadi, there was not exactly music, but unusual sound. Kind of like water surging but denser. Some percussive undercurrent. Very very invigorating for being asleep.
OMG. From Carole King.
i'll find find my way
to the land where the honey runs
in rivers each day
and the sweet tastin' good life
is so easily found
a way over yonder
that's where i'm bound
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
a way over yonder
that's where i'm bound
The really surprising part was that you would think rivers of honey would be sticky and slow up the cheerio boat, but in the realm of Neptune, it was clear and easy sailing. Odd universe it is.
"OMG. From Carole King."
You play...Let's ask joe to sing. ;-)
Yes!! In the key of D.
Hmmmmmmmmm. Joe? Get those pipes ready. And don't tell us you only sing in the shower.
If I could catch
out of the sea
fishes of silver
how rich I would be
And if I could turn
strings into gold
I'd weave them together
into golden robes
If I knew, like the wizards of old
How to turn pennies into gold
If I knew, the secrets they knew
the secrets of the stone
then I could live
on a penny a night
I could live like a king all my life.
Aunt Jenny, can we borrow your shower? We want to hear joe sing.
Oh my heavens yes!
Get that dashing young man Joe here and he can have the shower of his life, sing some beautiful tunes, and fall into a deep SLEEP!
you guys make my cheeks hurt from grinning...can only repeat o my, Carole King.
Wonder if joe knows this one...
I got achin balls on my soles
No arch support under my toes
I slide to the right I shuffle and I roll
Flat feet are ruining my life.
I supinate when I walk
My feet are wiggling all around the block
My faschia are stiff and taut
Flat feet are ruining my life.
Or...
I'm goin to the promised land
Goin just as soon as I can
Got my little ticket right here in my little hand
Gonna be gone around midnite
My brother gonna meet me there
gonna give me a piece to share
of everthing he's got from everywher
a piece of the good life.
I been waitin...waitin...waitin...waitin... waitin for the good life to come to me, come to me, come a come a come a come a come come come come to me...
No more cryin about what was
you know it just does what it does
you got to learn to roll with it and take it like it comes
if you want a good life
And we walked the pagan streams
And searched for white horses on surrounding hills
We lived where dusk had meaning
And repaired to quiet sleep, where noise abated
In touch with the silence
On Honey Street, on Honey Street
What happened to a sense of wonder
On yonder hillside, getting dim
Why didn't they leave us, alone
Why couldn't we just be ourselves
We could dream, and keep bees
And live on Honey Street
And we walked the pagan streams
In meditation and contemplation
And we didn't need anybody, or anything
Then, no concepts, being free
And I wanna climb that hillside again, with you
One more time
As the great, great, great, great, great, great, great
Being watches over
And we repair, repair, repair, shhh, repair, shhh, we repair
To Honey Street, to Honey Street.
Oh that's wonderful casey.
Wow. Really.
well, you know, there's a Van song for every occasion.
The first time I listened to that CD, the hair on my neck stood up.
I never heard that one. The lyrics are very very good. Standing neck hair is a sure sign.
The waffles must have inspired you!
The CD is Hymns to the Silence. I cannot recommend it enough. I think it is his best. Better even than Moondance. Better even than Veedon Fleece. What most people who aren't deeply into Van don't know is that probably seventy percent of his music (especially from the 80s) is deeply mystical, deeply poetic.
Jazz, blues, and funk.
That ain't rock 'n' roll.
Folk with a beat
And a little bit of soul.
You're right. Mystical it is. He seems to understand the thing of silence which is advanced for a musician.
People also fear that what they're doing now could be all wrong. That's also an illusion. It's always both. And the future is both good and bad. Usually not THAT bad. At least when you actually get there. The fear is much worse.
This is a fantastic observation, jm . . . when we can find that still place within and stay there long enough to regain our faith & joy . . . yes, the future becomes whatever it will and that is OK! As you keep reminding us, it is the Fear that cripples.
It takes unrelenting effort for me neith. Everytime I get a new pain I freak and think something could go wrong, but still, so what if it does? I think we can work forever and share ideas about how to be where we are at the moment and be OK with it.
And in staying on topic....
Fried and Scrambled Blues
I been fried and scrambled
Sunny side with my upside down
Fried and scrambled
Sunny side with my upside down
Cooked in grease
Until my skin turned brown.
I been boiled in water
Boiled until my shell has cracked.
Boiled in water
Boiled until my shell has cracked
Cooked in grease
Until my skin turned black.
Over easy, roll me over easy
Over easy
Roll me over easy now.
I been burned in the heat
Turned on the spit
Cut up into quarters
And had my pieces split
Squeezed through the grinder
Pounded down and hit
Basted in sweet butter
And layed on a charcoal pit
Over easy, roll me over easy
Over easy
Roll me over easy now.
I been warped by the rain, driven by the snow
I'm drunk and dirty, don't ya know,
And I'm still willin'
Out on the road late last night,
Seen my pretty Alice in every head light
Alice, Dallas Alice
I've been from Tucson to Tucumcari
Tehachapi to Tonapah
Driven every kind of rig that's ever been made
I've driven the back roads so I wouldn't get weighed
If you give me: weed, whites, and wine
And you show me a sign
I'll be willin' to be movin'
I've been kicked by the wind, robbed by the sleet
Had my head stoved in, but I'm still on my feet
And I'm still... willin'
Now I smuggled some smokes and folks from Mexico
Baked by the sun, every time I go to Mexico
And I been from Tuscon to Tucumcari
Tehachapi to Tonapah
I've driven every kind of rig that's ever been made
I've driven the back roads so I wouldn't get weighed
And if you give me: weed, whites, and wine
And you show me a sign I'll be willin' to be movin'
NOT! a Van song.
For want of sleep, another discussion was missed... :o/
Alas, I can't sing much beyond a croak but I can play any song (if I hear it often enough) on the piano to a degree, the tin whistle and the psaltery or dulcimer.
Speaking of dreams and past lives as you did last evening, I am noticing a recent and sudden increase in what I can only perceive as Native American influences in my life. The first raptor feather, then the second feather. Visiting the lake twice in 2 months, and many fleeting dreams where someone is discussing Native customs, names and ideas, usually teaching someone else while I listen.
It makes me slightly uneasy because the last thing I want to do or be seen doing is usurping indigenous customs, as I'm of European descent. But something is going on. Mark thinks it's a past life thing, which it may well be. Curiouser and curiouser!
I should have mentioned the Celine/Selene connection to the technician the other evening... wonder what she would have made of it. She was unfazed by anything else about me that I shared.
"It makes me slightly uneasy because the last thing I want to do or be seen doing is usurping indigenous customs, as I'm of European descent. But something is going on. Mark thinks it's a past life thing, which it may well be. Curiouser and curiouser!"
That can be an iffy area because of political tensions between cultures. But maybe you would not be having the dreams if something had not invited you to listen in. And maybe it is mainly happening on other levels, and doesn't necessarily require that you adopt any particular path or behaviors. Whatever of value you learn is probably generalizable beyond particular forms or expressions.
In college, I took a semester course on Native American literature and shamanism. I had satisfied myself that some of the practices/systems of some Eastern cultures could work here as elsewhere, but it seemed properly respectful to improve my appreciation of the worldviews of the earliest peoples here. I thought, surely they have unique insights into the life and spirit of this land? We should know something of this, I thought, and not live in discord to it because of ignorance.
The course did not limit its survey to the Americas; we had to read Eliade's classic text on shamanism. A few elements became a more conscious part of my vocabulary. They were a natural fit to the way I sensed things, and they already figured nascently in my thoughts. I recognized them. I think I took them in a fairly universal way not too specific to any one culture.
At the end of the course, the instructor took us on a camping trip to the Delaware River, and we students built a sweatlodge, complete with heated rocks and steam, but we did not otherwise closely follow the dictates of tradition (well, other than doffing all our clothes). We made music and sang songs that reflected complementary aspects of spirit, unity and individuation. We slept under the full moon that rose over a hilltop to pour light between the trees like a shining road in the forest. Later, when it was high, it turned red.
Something answered us in whatever ways we could understand. I had numinous prescient dreams in the days that followed. I wouldn't say that anything in the dreams directly reflected any particular culture. I think the visions reflected my own way of seeing things.
It makes me slightly uneasy because the last thing I want to do or be seen doing is usurping indigenous customs, as I'm of European descent
The slightly uneasy part is probably your own discomfort in trying out these unfamiliar, yet familiar customs. I think this is one of the pleasures. Getting out of our own skins and feeling foreignness. It takes experimentation and time will tell what practices work.
As a Gemini rising, Joe, you have an instinct for imitation. Gems are great at this... dialects, impersonations, mimicry of all kinds, and it's good to use this talent. The more you go I think the more you will delight in trying out these different approaches to the same basic thing. Our ancestors left these customs as their lasting and true legacy.
Hej Joe,
I'd say this is opening to the galactic center. The "shamanic" voice of the universe has a message for you.
i was a minority kid in a reservation school, a blue eyed towhead. The (Salish)Grandmothers saw me as their own; in truth, all children are our children. No one owns anything Joe, the lessons and language of the earth and the universe belong to all. And by all i mean all beings, not just two legged. Many cultures remember. Many individuals remember. I've spent 54 years immersed in the native culture of the Pacific Northwest have lived with three tribal groups, some say i don't belong, see me as outsider, not many.
In an ironic twist it was through lucid dreams over an 8 day period as the sun went over the galactic center and Pluto slid over my merc a few years back that the story of Hel was given to me. In Swedish and Sami no less. (and though the language was around me growing up i don't speak it) I had never had much interest in my own ancestral heritage. Guess what, once the cosmos decides, you don't get an opinion. Heh, weird things happen if you don't follow directions!
The same occured earlier with a teacher long dead (who btw was known in realife to my beloved many years ago though i was not aware of that fact) began speaking to me in lushootseed (a Salish dialect) You think it's weird to get feathers? These are sweet gifts that are meant to open your senses to your divine.
And a possible good reason why you aren't sleeping well, maybe you aren't supposed to?
It's all good, though confusing. It gets clearer as you surrender to it.
Some things ARE and cannot BE yet. It is in fact my belief that this opening to the "out of time" is what we are here for at this time. About 3% will remember early, clear the path for the 7% who follow and a next can occur.
"They were a natural fit to the way I sensed things, and they already figured nascently in my thoughts. I recognized them. I think I took them in a fairly universal way not too specific to any one culture."
Ja, i recognize it. Kadimiros, i posted something about recognizing this aspect of you on the psyche thead in case you missed it...
Why i'm curious about the current transit of Pluto / MC|GC
This is a poss, joe.
About 5 weeks ago, Mars went into your 4th house and this causes some emotional disturbance sometimes. It excites past and home issues. Pluto is also in your relationship house finishing up that transformation.
The Mars will soon cross your 4 Libra planets, starting today, and this might bring up some relationship problems that need fixing. The sleeplessness could have been a prelude.
However it works out, some relationship work is right ahead. Even when relationships are good, problems get shunted until the time comes to deal with them.
Saturn is in your 3rd exacerbating the difficulty you sometimes have speaking up. In a couple of days, Mars will hit your Mercury, and that would be a perfect time to speak.
Tseka wrote: You think it's weird to get feathers? These are sweet gifts that are meant to open your senses to your divine.
Not weird, no, not at all! Wyrd, perhaps. :o) I do certainly view them as gifts, but I am unsure how to handle them in a respectful manner other than place them on my personal altar. Maybe the knowledge will come to me.
And Kadimiros wrote: But maybe you would not be having the dreams if something had not invited you to listen in. And maybe it is mainly happening on other levels, and doesn't necessarily require that you adopt any particular path or behaviors.
I think you're correct, because a holy person on the White Earth reservation recently extended an invitation to my partner, and by extension, me, to attend a sweat lodge ceremony. I don't think I need to be beaten over the head with signs and portents! :o)
I guess I need to find a way to get around my WLG and accept what is being offered.
Go for it! :-) It's good to look at things through different eyes every now and again.
tseka wrote to joe: "No one owns anything Joe, the lessons and language of the earth and the universe belong to all. And by all i mean all beings, not just two legged. Many cultures remember. Many individuals remember. I've spent 54 years immersed in the native culture of the Pacific Northwest have lived with three tribal groups, some say i don't belong, see me as outsider, not many."
You know, folks, tai chi (like other martial arts) used to be regarded possessively. The first tai chi spiritual master who broke ranks and accepted non-Chinese students was controversial, and received opprobrium for giving up secret knowledge to westerners. In the past, schools could be fierce rivals, and those who studied one kind of martial art did not share with others, let alone with people from other cultures. The milieu was kind of Darwinian.
Today, a few decades on, it is no longer a big deal. There are a number of respected teachers from the East who teach internal martial arts to westerners. There is some dilution and mutation, especially among New Agers, but that is life. Most people who practice tai chi do so for health and meditation, and do not study martial applications. It's all good.
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