A Very Dangerous Card game
posted by jm at 3:16 AM
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
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Dangerous is right!!! Though Constance is probably the most honest & straight forward of the lot! It's Hermione yah have to watch out for . . . Gemini is so clever & sharp as a tack! Plus with Uranus & Mars in Aries, I guarantee she'll be looking after numero uno every time!! Veronica's Moon in Aries wants to be liked so much, that even with Mars & Mercury there, she'll respond to honest, forthright appreciation of her sterling qualities . . .plus with Mercury in Aries, she can remember every card played if she puts her wits to it. The discussions around that card table could be heated!!! :-)
And at least two of them are holding aces. How appropriate!
But Hermione is really the one with all the power because she's holding the chihuahua.
Clever is exactly the right word for Geminis. Has anyone noticed their Gemini friends sailing right along during these times and transits? Because they're the ONE sign I know who are not having the horrific catastrophes following them around. They're thriving. so annoying. I find Geminis annoying.
And Virgos. MOST annoying. I am THIS close to telling Eve where to stick her "negative energies" comments. And it takes a lot to really rile me up. And neith is right. With Mercury in Aries, I have a memory like an elephant.
Ahhhhh...the chihuaha! And she holds her cards close. Of course.
And what of the maid? She's got a smile on her face, is on point (however you say that) and is armed with brush and rag. Perhaps she belongs to the great plural group of Anon.
the maid, Cinderella?
cinders, ella /light
the light in the cinders, of course she's smiling she get the prince in the end.
Whoa! Ella--light! Love these tidbits. Be back in a mo to comment more.
The maid IS Cinderella.
I'd watch Hermione too. The only thing in their favor is the fact that she could lose interest in the game. And Uranus could get antsy and impulsive. But Hermione keeps the conversation lively. She could also use her cleverness to sidetrack them, but with these two, probably not.
Constance is serious. Wants to win and play well too. Hard to tell who wins here.
It really doesn't matter is Cin gets the man. I don't tink these gals need one.
So what does this say about the old story?
Nice and subservient gets the guy? Good is rewarded in the end?
What do you think Veronica's sun sign is?
Veronica?! If those cards she discarded over the back of her chair mean she had better ones up her sleeves, I would say Scorpio or Capricorn. They always play to win . . . devil take the hindmost!
So what does this say about the old story?
Nice and subservient gets the guy? Good is rewarded in the end?
It all depends on what you mean by good . . . at what?! :-)
BTW, Veronica is holding the Ace of Spades. I wonder about that.
Veronica'a Merc indicates a Pisces or Taurus. I think with the hidden cards, she's a Pisces.
Constance looks sooooo Aries!
Good means cleaning up after people apparently. Being crapped on. Not speaking up. Being blond, small and dainty footed. Waiting for magic to solve everything.
I go with the Aries.
And what sign is Cindy, baby?
ouch i'm crushed, "Good means cleaning up after people apparently. Being crapped on. Not speaking up. Being blond, small and dainty footed. Waiting for magic to solve everything."
pisces/ vigro
and maybe being good means doing the best you can when you are dealt a crappy hand and born into something dark and learning how to use magic to heal the dark? overcoming the obstcles.
that is the meaning of El, Ellen, Eldi, etc. her namnsdag is coming up 21 September (Ellen) she goes into the earth carrying the light through the darkest days to returnon the pause of the solstice to pass the sun to her perpetual soul's mate Tomas ( word means empty:the great emptyness/creative potential)She enlightens him and he remembers to sing and dance in the "green world" it's an old story.
Here's some more:
From the really old language Sami
Eallin = light
Ealli = animal / reindeer
Illun = Joy
These are the ones who wear the "white thread in their ear" it carries them to the sun
Hej Kad
here's for you
Sula = character
Sami idea of soul/psyche is one's integrity / character
That big german (the Holtzer panel saw) in the garage says lunch is over.
Is this ever Pisces/Virgo and what a way to deal with the crappy hand. Is a hand like this, speaking of cards, necessary for the greatest reward?
These mythological connections are beautiful. We also have the fall pumpkin coach in the Cinderella story to go with the equinox of El.
You're not small,t.!
"white thread in the ear"? Like to know more.
Veronica'a Merc indicates a Pisces or Taurus. I think with the hidden cards, she's a Pisces.
You're right . . . momentary brain mis fire . . . Pisces would have been my next choice. They can be full of surprises!
Cindy could be a Pisces w/Virgo ASC . . . and Saturn on the MC sq her sun. She'll develop a backbone later in life & leave Prince Charming for a life of wandering w/gypsies . . :-)
Integrity is an interesting word and has strayed far from the derivation.
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It means whole, not divided, altered. It's not really good or bad, just itself. Maybe that in itself is good.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!
Fantastic neith! Never would have thought of it.
Cindy could be a Pisces w/Virgo ASC . . . and Saturn on the MC sq her sun. She'll develop a backbone later in life & leave Prince Charming for a life of wandering w/gypsies . . :-)
Any woman in glass high heels should eventually come to her senses!
Sun square Saturn explains the humiliation more.
I think the chihuahua is also an Aries!
hah, hah, hah!!!
I think the chihuahua is also an Aries!
feisty little ones, they are . . .
Ace of Spades.
In a deck of playing cards, the Ace of Spades is commonly thought of as the highest card in the deck, although the actual value of the card varies from game to game.
The ornate design of the Ace of Spades, common in packs today, stems from the 17th Century, when certain duties on playing cards were exacted by the monarchy. Stamp duty, an idea imported to England by William III, was extended to playing cards in 1711; this taxation lasted until 1960.
Over the years a number of methods were used to show that duty had been paid. From 1712 onwards, one of the cards in the pack, usually the Ace of Spades, was marked with a hand stamp. In 1765 hand stamping was replaced by the printing of official Ace of Spades by the Stamp Office, incorporating the royal coat of arms. In 1828 the Duty Ace of Spades (known as 'Old Frizzle') was printed to indicate a reduced duty of a shilling had been paid.
The Ace of Spades served a famous purpose in the war in Vietnam.
The cards were useful in psychological warfare. The Viet Cong were very superstitious and highly frightened by this Ace. The French previously had occupied Indo-China, and in French fortune telling with cards, the Spades predicted death and suffering. The Viet Cong even regarded lady liberty as a goddess of death. USPC shipped thousands of the requested decks gratis to our troops in Vietnam. These decks were housed in plain white tuckcases, inscribed ‘Bicycle Secret Weapon.’ The cards were deliberately scattered in the jungle and in hostile villages during raids. The very sight of the ‘Bicycle’ Ace was said to cause many Viet Cong to flee.
So it's partly associated with high value and death. And the spook factor.
I lived next door to a chihuahua once. Never forget it. Daisy was scared out of her fur though by firecrackers.
Watch out for Veronica. Look at the enlargement and you'll see.
And check out the chihuahua! Definitely an Aries.
I'm pretty sure Hermione is a Leo rising.
"Nice and subservient gets the guy?"
I always thought we were told the sanitized version. She did break the rules and sneak out nights, and had the gumption to be a social climber.
Pisces, Virgo rising is a very good sign,
Strong and kind.
And I don't know -- chihuahuas are always so full of their own self-importance. I think they're Leos.
Of course, that's strong in a very PISCES kind of way. We call it the big act. Time for the big act. The big act is always a bluff.
ha,ha, ha, ha!!!
Of course, that's strong in a very PISCES kind of way. We call it the big act. Time for the big act. The big act is always a bluff.
I know - I've watched my boss do exactly that!! He's very good at it.
She did break the rules and sneak out nights, and had the gumption to be a social climber.
Of course. The voice of reality. No one's perfect. Not even a Virgo.
I have some doubts about the kindness of Pisces per se. Neptune is powerful and scary in mythology. Shipwrecks, earthquakes, etc.
But the bluff. Yes.
Cindy is getting it today. It's about time. As little girls I think we were misled somewhat.
Pisces is dual like all of them. The low side can be sadistic. The saint/sinner....madonna/whore stuff.
The duality.
Pisces. Harry Belafonte
Pisces. Adolph Eichmann
"Sami idea of soul/psyche is one's integrity / character"
Very nice! Something for me to contemplate.
Capricorn in an old reincarnational myth was called the gate of gods, where souls ascend to heaven, and Cancer the gate of humanity, where souls enter the earthly realm to be born or reborn. But the Capricorn gate is now in Sagittarius.
Pisces -- Albert Einstein
Pisces -- George Harrison
Pisces -- Chopin, who was said to be able to fall in love with every woman at a party in the course of an evening.
Most of the Pisces I know cannot bear to hurt someone else. I mean, it TRULY hurts them to hurt someone else. All of the pain Pisces goes through is inflicted on themselves. I always thought the sadism comes in from the Scorpio. Bent Scorpios. But empathy. I think it's Pisces greatest trait. That and a wicked, wacky sense of humor. That is NOT mean. Goofy.
"It means whole, not divided, altered. It's not really good or bad, just itself. Maybe that in itself is good."
It's a different notion of good, the good that has no opposite.
Capricorn in an old reincarnational myth was called the gate of gods, where souls ascend to heaven, and Cancer the gate of humanity, where souls enter the earthly realm to be born or reborn. But the Capricorn gate is now in Sagittarius.
Very very interesting.
Maybe the soul/psyche is where the Hel/whole is. The inegration/integrity.
Chopin, who was said to be able to fall in love with every woman at a party in the course of an evening.
Ha ha!! Sounds like Venus in Aquarius too.
Pisces is though to represent the highest and the lowest of human behavior. Beyond the normal thoughts of good or bad.
the good that has no opposite.
Wow. Whole then. Really whole. Like Hel. But a concept hard to grasp in the worldly duality.
I think sometimes that too much negative is placed on Scorpio. Cancers can murder, and they are supposed to be caring. All the energies are dual. Aries is supposed to be mean and selfish and I've had some of my best relationships with them. They can be the most devoted lovers in the world. Pisces can be the ultimate in kindness, but they also can be cold and aloof.
Scorpios can give the deepest warmth and comfort of anyone at times. Deep love.
"So it's partly associated with high value and death. And the spook factor."
Well fits its descent from the Ace of Swords in the Tarot. The swords are a pretty morbid suit of cards.
maybe it comes back to the whole and integrity. When the energy of the signs gets fractured, the extremes can emerge.
The swords are a pretty morbid suit of cards
THIS is one of the most fascinating things I think about. Why the negative connotation of the swords. Something is odd here.
Granted a sword is a weapon, but it also a tool of survival in the wilderness.
Morbid is a good word.
Are they manipulated to make us feel this fear? What about difficulty and conflict. Why the morbidity?
This has been puzzling me for a long time.
Does the Ace of Spades mean danger always? Is it primordial or created by man. What is the exact source of fear? Anyone?
Yes, I always think of the 9 & 10 of Swords with all those swords piercing the bodies. Dark night of the soul. Complete and total desolation.
I'm not saying all Scorpios. Just those bent ones. And the low Pisces I know all seem to be in some self-induced drug-of-choice coma. I've heard it said that I'M cold and aloof. And that is not how I think of it -- I just know I need time spent away from everything else.
I've heard it said that I'M cold and aloof. And that is not how I think of it -- I just know I need time spent away from everything else.
I know that's true. It's hard sometimes in this "have a nice day" world of togetherness.
So are the swords related to punishment? Or naked truth?
"THIS is one of the most fascinating things I think about. Why the negative connotation of the swords. Something is odd here.
Granted a sword is a weapon, but it also a tool of survival in the wilderness."
Swords cut away, and people fear loss. The sword of air can cut through illusions, however. It's rather surgical. It represents challenge.
The Three of Swords with it's breakthrough and release of poisons is one of the best cards for me to draw. I always feel relief when I see it.
Swords cut away, and people fear loss
Beautifully worded Kadi. If we evolve will we see the swords differently? Maybe there is a reason for the scary illustrations.
The sword of air can cut through illusions
Maybe that's the greatest fear. The naked truth thing.
I feel with this Saturn/Neptune opposition the sword of truth is cutting through illusions and hence the uptick in terror.
don't mind me tonight. I'm in a cranky mood because they forced me to stay late and pick velocities and I just want to be. out. of. here. And in Phoenix tomorrow night listening to Van.
Though I'm nervous about traveling on my own. I'm not a big traveler. All my money goes into my home, music and books.
Hindus have the trio of Creator, Preserver and Destroyer gods. Shiva the Destroyer is invoked to dispell illusions and bring about enlightenment.
Rob Hand wrote, "Saturn is the illusion that there is a reality that is truth. Neptune is the truth that there isn't." Maybe Uranus is like the sword.
And let's not forget the sword of Arthur.
don't mind me tonight.
What's to mind? I didn't notice anything.
The alone thing bears a lot of discussion...Mercury/Jupiter in Aries(alone) opposite Saturn/Neptune in Libra(together).
We'll get to it.
Pluto is just about to leave your 8th house and this is a BIG transition, talk about travel. Ruling your 7th house, Saturn in Libra, you are scheduled for great relationship changes in your life. Intercepted Sagittarius. Lots of stuff to cover.
Maybe you are sensing the death of your own relationship patterns manifesting in people around you. I would bet my Ace on it. My Ace of Diamonds, that is.
Can you fill us in on Arthur, tseka?
Kad!!! You could be right.
While this is going on the Uranus factor is really the most powerful right now. Uranus is the mental sword devoid of sentimentality and all of that. It really cuts through. I know with a Uranian Gemini 3rd house. My mind scare me sometimes with its insight.
Kadimiros said...
Yes, Excalibur, that shone like the light of thirty torches. Justice. Hmm, this says it is derived from Caladbolg, the lightning sword of Fergus mac Roich in Irish mythos.
I say these things, of course, because the action of Uranus, an airy astrological symbol, is often compared to lightning.
Yes. Justice. The impartiality and unemotionalism of the sword.
The Uranus/Neptune mutual reception is an important factor. Uranus is hacking through the illusions, probably unconcerned with truth. That's up to the individual probably. Saturn and Neptune will battle their truths, while Uranus is on no side at all.
don't know nuthin' 'bout no cards. i'm the world's crappiest card player i always have to ask which is the club and which is the spade.
Integrity ~that is good definition.
Hel is the Swedish word for whole and complete (and Icelandic it's one of the ancient root words)
In myth she is the union of Ellen =soft radiance and Tomas =Empty. The light and dark sides.
It is really the solstice story of Ellen and Thomas. Ellen returns from walking through the underground on 20th of December by today's calendar the day of pause and longest night, she waits for the veil to grow thin then passes the sun to Tomas (namnsday 21 December)
The souls gate.
Sirius in Cancer is the gate of humanity's wisdom by these myth.
Uranus is compared to the flash of lightening and the electrical shock. The sudden jumping of polarity. It takes a lot of friction to lead up to the Uranian leap but I think it's designed to blow weak circuits and reroute.
oh ja the "white Thread in the ear" marks those who have a connection to the first moment. Sami say some of us are tied (carry memory) to the beginning.
Sirius in Cancer is the gate of humanity's wisdom
I think this is accurate.
The Cap heaven gate intrigues me. Capricorn is the highest part of the chart. Cancer the lowest and most subconscious. So feelings are associated with humanness.
Why the ear? Sound? Memory?
And white?
Here Casey, I'm sprinkling you with some of my Sagittarian love to travel.
Have fun! Be good but not too good.
Heavens. If this is any indication of what Jup in Sag and higher learning is going to be like, I'd better get all my pencils sharpened.
"I'd better get all my pencils sharpened."
Color ones! And watersoluble, so you can use a brush and water, and smoosh things around a little.
Perhaps migraine headaches are Uranian and blow circuitry. Alice in Wonderland was written with constant migraines.
smoosh things around a little.
Sounds fabulous. Smooshing colors.
Oh wait! I'm not an artist!
And as a result of her experiences in wonderland, Alice's eyes were opened wide.
I think it is "listening" outside of time
White is symbolic of memory, our ancestors.
"Oh wait! I'm not an artist!"
Don't worry! It's like swimming!
Remember the womb.
Perfect tseka. Didn't know that about white. You'd think memory would be dark. Maybe worldly memory
is.
And as a result of her experiences in wonderland, Alice's eyes were opened wide.
I wonder if this is happening collectively.
THE WOMB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The 10 centimeter hole presented a challenge though.
All the way around, I'm glad I'm here. I think I'll take a stretch right now.
"Didn't know that about white. You'd think memory would be dark. Maybe worldly memory is."
If we could remember everything that has ever happened, is happening, and will happen, all at once, it would be all the colors that can exist, even ones beyond our visual range, it would be blinding white radiance.
I see.
ja Kadimiros the meaning of Ellen -Soft radiance
The Eldi are the white barked trees who carry memory into the earth and hold it through the dark days. From this comes Elder, the wise ones. Also the connection to reindeer in myth the reindeer walk the branches of the Wotan Ash -the tree of life.
In Native myth the Elk (Cariboo) antlers reach up and pierce the "sky world" they are a symbol of the shaman..the ones who see outside time....
I loved the wiki definition of the swords of Arthur and Sigrud.
The two halves, one left as an impression in the rock from the pour and one which moves across space in the hand of a man..
The stuff of legends.
"All the way around, I'm glad I'm here. I think I'll take a stretch right now."
And the little mermaid grew two legs upon which to stand her ground, and learned their use. Pisces became Aries.
"The two halves, one left as an impression in the rock from the pour and one which moves across space in the hand of a man. The stuff of legends."
I read that part, too. It is pretty neat!
The impression left behind could symbolize the intangible yet sharp aspect to complement the physical one; it is literally a sword of air.
ja, a whole new meaning to the sword in the stone that cannot be pulled out.
Trapped in earthy stone. Except for those who grasped its nature, and understood how to direct its force.
hmmm, makes me think about the "empty space" the tomas, the dark matter. The impression that is left behind, the seamless edge of what is and what once was - and if that "empty space" or impression is filled with molten ore, could be again. i have to think about this some, the tomte (tomas) has been difficult for me to find image for in myth. Thank you
"The Eldi are the white barked trees who carry memory into the earth and hold it through the dark days. From this comes Elder, the wise ones. Also the connection to reindeer in myth the reindeer walk the branches of the Wotan Ash -the tree of life."
I love trees. Also, the axis mundi, which points to the North stars, and around which the world and the stars turn.
"In Native myth the Elk (Cariboo) antlers reach up and pierce the "sky world" they are a symbol of the shaman..the ones who see outside time...."
I'm not a shaman, but that sweatlodge ceremony I mentioned did trigger a multi-part dream vision including a scene that resembled Jupiter as seen from Io, complete with what was probably a blue-plumed sulfur volcano (I had no idea there were such things). It was more stylized and abstracted than physical reality, so its nonphysical visionary nature was apparent, but it was also curiously real and reflected elements of physical reality. I've wondered if it was some sort of astral travel experience.
Shaman is a difficult word, it carries too much meaning that i find ahem, well leave that....there is a word sounds like sian see-ahn sorta, in Lushootseed which approximates seed-children. Or Children from the stars. i am trying to decide if i should write this here...i'll think about it some more. perhaps you will get an e-mail from tseka.
"hmmm, makes me think about the "empty space" the tomas, the dark matter. The impression that is left behind, the seamless edge of what is and what once was"
You're welcome.
It does evoke memory and potential. The past and the future suggested.
Footprints washed in shifting sands. The leftover imprint in a bed of a lover's body, beside the beloved still sleeping with arm outreached. A promise whispered by a wine glass.
The artists' negative space, and the silence from which sound emerges.
"sian see-ahn sorta, in Lushootseed which approximates seed-children. Or Children from the stars. i am trying to decide if i should write this here"
No problem. I cut down what I write, too. Do only as you feel comfortable. :-)
"The past and the future suggested."
The Once and Future King! Heh.
Wine glasses whisper promises?
Never knew.
heh! You see it has all been written, weren't they clever, maybe they had wine glasses whispering to them.
No problem. I cut down what I write, too. Do only as you feel comfortable. :-)
NO FAIR!!!! Both of you! You have responsibilities to the children!
There is an exact negative imprint to everything I believe. Other knowledge of the event thing, etc. is there. It goes along with my way of living which is reading everything between the lines.
I am changing my attitude toward the Sword.
The whispers come from everything. As a musician I go by the undertones, overtones, aftertones(mostly), and othertones. There are sounds coming from everywhere and they beckon us probably more that the dense ones. It's vibration and pattern. It all makes sound. Another language.
The artists' negative space, and the silence from which sound emerges.
The silence is the most important place and the reason I don't listen to other people's music anymore is because very very few know how to do this. They fill the phrases entirely with notes and leave no room for desire, hope, expectation, and imagination. It drives me insane. Can't hack it.
The way the empty spaces are placed in music, unexpectedly, is what makes it great. Other pieces can be good, but the space is an absolute neccesity for greatness. I long for this.
But you bring up the point that it's more than the expectation. It could be messages received.
Each note played is dependent on a non note.
It's fear and insecurity, trying to please the teacher, that makes them overfill. Extreme confidence is needed for emptiness.
And the little mermaid grew two legs upon which to stand her ground, and learned their use. Pisces became Aries.
What can I say?
"You have responsibilities to the children!"
(snort) Oh, it's too much! It'd be like squeezing Scheherade's Thousand and One Nights into 33.67 haiku verses or something. Or like that guy going crazy sculpting in the movie Close Encounters. I just can't do it, except in fragments. And the children should be in bed already! They can go on their own vision quests, tucked in safe and sound between the dusk and the dawn. :-)
They'll go sailing on a midnight cruise over the blackest sea.
"Wine glasses whisper promises?
Never knew."
Oh, they're usually...No Matter...Sweet Nothings.
THE CHILDREN ARE NOT IN BED!!
It's special times and we're allowed to stay up. Our verbiose uncles are keeping us up with stories and stories and we don't care how many verses are required.
We're kids and we have forever
They'll go sailing on a midnight cruise over the blackest sea.
Sigh. That does sound good.I'm getting ...sl....eee...eee.p.....y.
Wine glasses have shouted at me. Sweet somethings and a lot of other things I won't mention while the children are up.
"As a musician I go by the undertones, overtones, aftertones(mostly), and othertones. There are sounds coming from everywhere and they beckon us probably more that the dense ones."
Othertones! :-) Reminds me of how, in the schools of nada yoga (yoga of sound), students begin with singing matrikas (the mothers), specific sounds or vowels, to resonate areas of the body/mind...and the subtle energies of earth, water, fire, air and aether vibrating around them, substances finer than physical air. Then they meditate in silence, as if listening intently, concentrating on the area of interest in the mind/body, yet opening their senses to everything.
"Wine glasses have shouted at me. Sweet somethings and a lot of other things I won't mention while the children are up."
Hmm, yes, they do that when we've had too much.
Don't you mean?
they do that when they've had too much
The wine glasses, not the children.
Seriously.
I love language, ideas, and long posts.
Let it flow.
The wine glasses need some new material.
Good morning
you guys must be nightowls.
I love to hear you speak of sound jm. It has been more a lesson for me in the past few years. Learing to go past light to find sound.
Something is up, i do not know what. Yesterday, the morning after the wee bobcats followed me home then peered into my windows, the rascals...my bush wolf wandered in for water. She waited under the Ash. Then came to me like a dog grovelling, it made me uncomfortable, i guess we are figuring out the boundaries between us that feel safe. The kids are hilarious mauling and biting each other on the ear, i explode in laughter, but a pregnant coyote who has her own clan, this is a mystery. i wait to see.
Fragments- the only way that makes sense. Leaves empty space for the joining of others. We each complete each other we are only fragments ourselves.
"othertones" beautiful, Nanda yoga, joik, these are something eh?
Our town host an international digeridoo festival, a friend of a friend stayed with me, he is learning shamanic practice. He played the songs of the earth into my hearth, then into my heart. It is a kind of healing practice, to find the song of the wind, the dingo, etc. i could only sit any let the tears slide down my cheeks.
Beauty carried on vibration.
"Don't you mean?
they do that when they've had too much
The wine glasses, not the children."
Ow, why is everything shouting. Morning. Aspirin.
The digeridoo is something. It goes into the body and grounds. Largely the chest. The chest seems to be where the deeper sounds enter and they trigger emotional and sexual feelings all mixed up and unique in their pleasure. It affects the back of the throat and possibly memories of survival and connection.
I think the epiglottis is important and singers squeeze and close it, cutting off air and beauty, and the sound that emerges is strained and to me, painful. Very very constipated. Almost every one. It's related to the gag reflex. Openness is the most important thing.
The digeridoo is the opposite. It has a large air column and this probably evokes the memory you talk about.
The whole wind column in the human should also be used, but rarely is.
I use it, and often people seem to want it to be closed back up, maybe to avoid the deep feeling. Yet they comment about the good feel of my music. They find themselves dancing spontaneously when they relax.
This is one reason I hope one day the public gets off antidepressents, both chemical, and other, so that music can flourish once again.
There is so much happening in the being with each sound. As a real musician it seems next to impossible to relate the essentials since the crowds are over-stimulated and the "music" they listen to really is unrelated to music. "Antimusic" I call it.
It's not speed and number of notes. This is what the authorities teach. It's how each note is touched(pressure--should be stroked)), how it is juxtaposed, And the humility factor. Color. Color. Color.
Intervals are a lot of it. If the chords are too complex the pure emotion of the interval is lost. The brain gets to busy sorting it out, and the body forgets what's happening.
Silence is the key. It can be fleeting and subtle, but in passing silence, fear is dissipated for a moment.
Music has become too complex and confused. Perhaps in imitation of the intellect since after written language came, this became superior. Simplicity and repetition, hypnotic trance, is a common factor worldwide and still music tries to root in this simplicity.
Too many words also spoil. The lyrics should wind with the rhythm. Not compete. Poetry to read is different from a song.
For example.
Say a mallet strikes a skin, or a gong. if it is whacked hard, the ear will register pain and the body will recoil. The attitude of the holder of the mallet is everything. If he asks the gong for an answer, he will find beauty. He will automatically stroke and suggest. There is no amount of softness that is too much. When soft, the ear and body are drawn closer. All the othertones start to stand out.
So mostly, the striker is either impressing the audience, attacking something, or maybe trying to scare the forces. It sends an energy field that people instinctively back away from inside.
Drummers almost always overdo the downbeat. Desire is crushed.
Fortunately there are always true musicians working somewhere.
I think it comes back to Hel and the whole. It seems music is circular. I experience it as round. I worked for 10 years to build my own music system that caught just a fraction of this sphere.
So a musician must keep this "integrity" no matter how much she breaks it up into parts. Even if it means a Grammy award is sacrificed.
One more thing. To have a real musician in the house and to hear the sounds in your inner space is almost beyond description.
You are a yogini of sound....
I remember that exact statement said to me once. Remember it vividly.
Notes are also associated with colors. Do you know these Kadimiros? I especially like the key of D
"Notes are also associated with colors. Do you know these Kadimiros? I especially like the key of D"
Hmm, I don't know much about music in a formal sense. I know there are chromatic scales, which divides the octave into twelve notes. Chinese music has a variation.
The nada tradition teaches that each microchakra can be stimulated by specific sounds and combinations of sounds. There are fifty sounds and fifty microchakras for the first six major chakras, directly corresponding to the Sanskrit alphabet (which is logically organized, unlike other alphabets). It's necessarily taught as an oral tradition, but I have heard it live and in recordings. The crown chakra, or seventh major chakra, often described as predominantly white in color, repeats the sequence of fifty sounds twenty times.
A number of Western attempts to correlate frequencies of sound to the chakras are inconsistent with each other; I ignore most of these. The School of Wisdom has an particularly noteworthy approach with their "PrimaSounds" based on the rediscovery of a fabled "lost chord" of the ancients. It has something to do with the seventh harmonic. The school theorizes that the type of sounds they use create an unusually large number of standing waves, permitting the sounds to directly affect electromagnetic energy. This is surprising because sound and light are not usually thought to interact.
In a student term paper for a music appreciation course, I quoted Kandinsky and Stockhausen.
According to painter and art theorist Wassily Kandinsky, the arts draw close to each other as never before:
Eloquently optimistic, Kandinsky wrote: "In each...is the seed of a striving towards the abstract, the non-material. Consciously, they are obeying Socrates' command--Know thyself. ...They are finding in Music the best teacher. With few exceptions music has been for some centuries the art which has devoted itself not to the reproduction of natural phenomena, but rather to the expression of the artist's soul, in sound."
And I wrote: In our search for purpose and meaning in life, we are attracted to experiences of strong emotional content, both pleasant and unpleasant. Perhaps part of it is that we are learning how to have and work with strong, clear, powerful emotions--the inner music that propels us into sure and committed movement through life, and with which we shape our inner selves. As composer Karlheinz Stockhausen said, "We become this music up to a certain point, and we will never be the same again once we have heard that music."
In our search for purpose and meaning in life, we are attracted to experiences of strong emotional content, both pleasant and unpleasant.
the inner music that propels us into sure and committed movement through life
I think we should do a whole thread on this. Our emotional maps are unique. So how do we combine it with others in group ritual?
oh.
many thanks.
i know so little about music.
The sounds i know are mostly natrual. i am listening to both of you will ponder the wisdom you have offered here.
You asked about Pluto over MC.
This may be a good place to leave the story. As the sun crossed the GC. ~~ Giften of two birds.
It was a winter solstice gift of sound and healing from a Purple House Finch. I arose early, Venus still bright on the eastern horizon. Light was dimly arriving miles away turning the seam along the ridges indigo, the stars just fading, frost like diamonds on the quartz-sand. I stepped out to gather kindling for my woodstove. Lying on the patio was a finch, dead, it seemed. It was dark and far to early for the birds to be out.
Why is she on my patio i wonder, i pick her up, she is cold and stiff. Some part of me resists that she is dead, yet the senses say she is. I hold her in my hands. Icy fingers of the pre-dawn rise up under my nightgown, i ignore them, listen to the inner voice that says life is still here. i slip onto the path, the light path i have often traveled, it is easier this time, we flow rapidly. i'm less me than bird, a blend of us, on the precipice of the void, farther than i've been before, without hesitation we fall, into Sound, sound, the pulse of each of us in one roaring ocean sound, wind across granite sound. Still there is a thread carrying us to a Onesound, a pulse that belongs to this bird. We connect and flow backwards, slowing into light, into form, we are bird and woman, standing on the edge of a hillside as the sun approaches. My eyes again see, the finch is alert, she flutters, stretches. Every branch, every twig of the mesquite and the crepe myrtle is adorned with a bird, hundreds. Birds of all kind. All facing us. I look down rabbits are around my feet a cirle all facing inwards. There is a breathless waiting. The sun lifts above the horizon and in an explosion of joy and sound everyone soars into the lightening sky.
Two days later a similar experience, i stepped out to find a bird in the predawn, this one pecking along the concrete for seed. I reached down and she hopped onto my hand i asked why was she here before dawn? Her pulse was feeble, she spoke to me vocally and eye to eye. I slid into her but the gate was locked, the sun was close to rising and the birds were stirring, rabbits arrived and all ignored us. We were nothing to them. I let go more, the gate was sealed. The sun rose and the bird said one last tone then died. Everyone else was going about breakfast.
i took many things away from this, one sound, the primlal sound of pulse, is beyond light.
And that i "know" life that appears dead but do not recognize death that appears alive. But they do.
And that i "know" life that appears dead but do not recognize death that appears alive. But they do.
That says it all. What a complete experience. Do you remember the last sound now?
This is humbling and for me is the start of a serious talk about sound. You know. Aloneness is required to experience it at first.
tseka, what a breathtaking experience. The other side of the musical scale "before" the division of unity into multiplicity. Harmony recalls us to One. And now, the night says to me, Shhh.
Such a rare experince. tseka. You are special to be singled out for this.
My first big encounter with human death was when my man died at home with me alone in the room. It was about 9:00 at night and he had been struggling with breath for many hours. One thing that struck me at the moment of death was the sudden silence. A silence I'd never experienced before. The stillness of his body sent a strange mixture of feelings through me, but one of them was great relief. That his struggle was over. And mine too, fearing this moment. To this day I feel this quiet just as powerfully. I think we always are seeking it.
The human ear is amazing Sound is associated with smell and memory, and of course, balance. There is a technique to stop smoking that involves electrical stimulation in the ear, so deep is the association with memory and habit.
People have no clue whatsoever how powerfully they are being affected by sounds.
Sounds also serve as the eyes behind us to keep us aware of our environment. Extremely important to survival. We place ourselves in our surroundings with the use of sound and ascertain our safety.
I believe sound is the first sense to come in, and it contiues for an hour after our deaths.
In the womb, it is our connection to the outside world which starts immediately. And it provides the rhythm of life as we listen to our mother's heartbeats.
There is so much. We probably keep this heartbeat memory all our lives, music being a way to reconnect. But the connection of sound goes beyond this memory, probably, as you talk about. there is a primordial experience in it all.
Oh how I wish music in the air would reflect this depth of experience.
I think the silence at death was the sound of a lifetime of struggle ending.
Another thing that occurred to me is what Kadimiros said about Capricorn being Heaven's Gate. That has stuck with me. It translates to the MC in the chart. Sure sounds like your experience with Pluto there, tseka.
A kiss for your soul Jm.
Sound / Silence is a shared path for us and Kadimiros it appears.
Pluto on his MC/GC already he looks for it.
I began then to paint the songs. Wind across granite was the first series, now songs of water....stories the trees created is in progress....
i don't listen to music much, just to that of the earth, the wind the birds, the deeper pulse.
The "Hollow" whole sound of the digeridoo, drumming, make more sense to me now, chanting also, the vibration...
As you said so well the closed off constipated sound of the voice..so i seems to me mostly now. You are leading on this path with your own sound-making discoveries.
I hear the car stereos passing like madmen ranting, the elephantine groans of the sanitation trucks at night, the breathy growls of buses prowling the day, brakes squeaking, wheels hissing on rainy streets, a plane rumbling in the sky, a frustrated child somewhere, and sounds I can't name or separate. :-)
Challenging, but could be a meditative exploration -- to hear as much and as far as possible even here, or so I am told. Not to be numbed, but to still live in the wild garden of the eternal now. All sounds a part of experience, life happening, discovering, a planet rousing itself. It can be a little too much!
sigh again, you write so beautifully Kad.
i could never live happily in a city again, i do not think so, have done so in the past, but a part of me was closed there to survive.
My son choses now to live in a city for that very reason. He needs that balance now, to live in too qluet a space opens the psychic too wide for him at the moment.
This is one of the most important discussions I've had in ages.
I have a lot to say and I've been having a major transformation and some confusion around this issue of silence.
Both of you. Your insight and understanding quite frankly, astound me. I never expected this, so I will take advantage of the opportunity and draw on your wisdom.
I hear the car stereos passing like madmen ranting, the elephantine groans of the sanitation trucks at night, the breathy growls of buses prowling the day, brakes squeaking, wheels hissing on rainy streets
Great writing.
I have always been overwhelmed by the cacophony around me. I asked for a moment of silence a few years ago and I was desperate. My people were all noisy so after they died, the vacuum came.
I got my silence. I found a home in what sounds like a monastery. I've never "heard" anything like it.
I was shocked at first, but now I am growing into silence as if I have come home spiritually and as a result, have stopped playing music. I can't get too much of the new quiet and find myself not wanting to shatter it.
I know I will play agin, of course, but in a new way. Even more sparse. I've started playing a little more and I can see big changes. The silence is like a power packed vitamin. The kernel of nourishment.
It's not for everybody. Each individual has a unique relationship. It's interesting, Kad, with NYC. My sister lives in the noise you describe and thrives. I screamed for 3 days when I was there the last time and almost suffocated the last night. Some people can transform it into energy it seems.
Because I have to hear the othertones, I have to have silence. But I think the noise brings them out ultimately, hence, my years of too much noise. That's why I came to cyberspace. Even people's voices effect me too much as I hear all that is inside them. So this silent talk is manna to me. I think I hear you as we talk in this room.
My hearing is entirely different from others.
So now I am dealing with some fear and guilt about abandoning the usual noise and I wonder how far into the silence I will go.
I'll see. but every sound I make from now on will be in alignment with my deepest desires.
As you said so well the closed off constipated sound of the voice..so i seems to me mostly now. You are leading on this path with your own sound-making discoveries.
This is what I see ahead with the Pluto/MC transit. The entrance through the gate into the world with my real voice. This silence is a prelude.
What is intriguing, is that I'm not alone. You would think not-talk would bring that. So I am studying this surprising turn of events.
I think I used to play music to combat the noise around me, and now I have to play for another reason from another source.
To add to the silence, not fight the noise.
Emotions move us. We sing.
Like silence, we remain.
Beautiful way of expressing it. It's true. E'motions' move. They really are uncomfortable in a sense in that they want to go someplace else.
The underlying silence can remain I'm certain. But it is a learning process. Or is it unlearning?
This is the time to aquaint myself with no restraint with this quiet and keep it close forever. Or just remember it as I go.
I always have been quiet fundamentally and maybe since that isn't prized by society I've covered it with commotion. Time to be true to myself.
N'est-ce pas?
"This is the time to aquaint myself with no restraint with this quiet and keep it close forever. Or just remember it as I go."
There is a witness consciousness. It can coexist with commotion, and the daily grind of work. But our personalities are not always aware of it. Some people try watching oneself, or watching oneself watching oneself, to get a sense of it. But not to get dizzy from recursion, there is probably only one real witness observing the features and functions of the mind.
I've heard that withholding speech, for a few days or a week, causes a lot of energy to be stored up at the center of self-expression, where creativity begins.
Witness:
One who has knowledge
I tend to get immersed in activities which could exclude a point of observation. I usually run the dailies every night to see what really happened. The negative we were talking about earlier. So I must be witnessing all along in fact. Just addressing the witness later.
I've heard that withholding speech, for a few days or a week, causes a lot of energy to be stored up at the center of self-expression, where creativity begins.
This is my big study. The throat and all that goes on there. I think this is so. And it could explain my creative output lately which has been sizable. I don't talk on the phone anymore. Lost the desire. This is very interesting.
We automatically go to the throat for survival cries and self expression. So rerouting makes sense. I would like to come back to the throat as a singer from a fresh perspective. Not begging which is what we do there, but simple expressing with no demand of return. That would be ideal.
I wonder if the speech factor makes the blogosphere more creative. I'm finding that people are more advanced than I thought.
"I wonder if the speech factor makes the blogosphere more creative. I'm finding that people are more advanced than I thought."
Sometimes we can only know what we know when we can hear the question.
Introspection, though externally silent, still has a mixed reputation.
It can be like being lost in self-generated internal noise, worrying at events and feelings.
Or, when we stop rumination, we can reflect and become reflective.
"So I must be witnessing all along in fact. Just addressing the witness later."
Yes, it is actually always present. So you are recapitulating to catch up with yourself. :-) Some people practice this to release themselves from the past.
A thread of awareness to the witness gifts you with a small serenity, which you automatically bring with you into the things you do, without trying.
The more you immerse yourself in aware silence, the more powerful and aware you can be when you do speak and engage fully in the activities of your life, the work and arts of transformation. It sounds paradoxical, but it's not. Some people practice formal meditation to get this, but the outer forms don't matter as much.
It can be like being lost in self-generated internal noise, worrying at events and feelings.
That's the rumination furnace. I don't think it shuts down.
So there's no such thing as silence after all, it appears.
No such thing as anything. Only in contrast to something.
So in relative silence, maybe the sounds are fewer. More space around them.
A thread of awareness to the witness gifts you with a small serenity
That's plenty.
"That's the rumination furnace. I don't think it shuts down.
So there's no such thing as silence after all, it appears.
No such thing as anything. Only in contrast to something.
So in relative silence, maybe the sounds are fewer. More space around them."
Well, if silence is a thing, like an object, divided from sound, then it is partial, not a state of wholeness itself.
Thoughts (especially as the verbal monologue of words) can slow and cease. Even if only briefly, it's well worth doing. Or, you can have thoughts, and you can observe thoughts, but also notice the intervals between. There are gaps opening to larger spaces of awareness. The s p a c i o u s feeling between and around thoughts can grow, allowing insight. Then thoughts themselves can be reflection instead of rumination.
I think something like it happens during drawing, when I'm focused on perceiving. I don't cogitate "that is an arm; therefore, draw an arm". I don't draw arm. I see irregular patterns of light and shadow, and I draw analogues to light and shadow. I may draw outlines, but they represent immediate perceptions of negative and positive space -- all wrapped up together in one yin/yang embrace. :-) If I stop looking and only think "arm", I won't be able to accurately draw the rich reality before me, and part of me will be busy seeing the poor generic idea of "arm" stored in my brain.
A former military remote viewer said that the only exercises that they found really helped improve psychic functioning were from a book on how to draw through seeing without the interfering filters of thought.
Thought is a step in time behind the present. Thought can point toward the whole, but thought cannot be all of the whole. It can only be a fragment.
Thoughts make distinctions. We can start naming things. But maybe that isn't the real nature.
When I look at the waveform drawn by computer of a piece of music, there is just one line, however complex and intricate. When it goes flat, there is no sound generated. When I listen to the music, it seems as if I can pick out distinct instruments and voices. Are they really there? There are no musicians in my room.
Though Mercury be swift as one thought follows another, Uranus is the flash of perception that crashes through patterns of thought. Saturn stands at the gate of time. Truth or understanding is immediate, is fresh, is outside of time.
If thoughts can divide, then perception can connect. Perception frees the mind. Thought expends energy. Out of perception comes energy.
mmmm, lovely thoughts.
It's a process of unfolding
i don't question it, it just is.
Painting is release like floating, i don't even bother to draw anymore i don't direct anything the image comes and it pours out...
Once found always there, i prefer a certain natural environment around me...it is a luxury.
KJ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OMG in Heaven! What an incredible surprise!
I didn't know about you and mythology. We are huge myth lovers here. Tseka is an expert in Nodic mythology, you're right, and she'll answer all you questions.
I believe she's flying high today, but she'll be around soon.
Welcome, my wonderful high spirited friend!
Lapis. I'll have to look into this.
Very very interesting about painting without drawing. I think freedom increases as we move ahead in life.
The drawing would be more on the Virgo side so maybe the NN in Pisces is more influential now.
When I listen to the music, it seems as if I can pick out distinct instruments and voices. Are they really there? There are no musicians in my room.
Yes. They are there.
Or, you can have thoughts, and you can observe thoughts, but also notice the intervals between.
This is everything in music. The intervals connect notes and filter the experience entirely. Tell a story. Create the emotional drama. This would give thoughts more character.
Though Mercury be swift as one thought follows another, Uranus is the flash of perception that crashes through patterns of thought. Saturn stands at the gate of time. Truth or understanding is immediate, is fresh, is outside of time.
This is another book. I have a Mercury/Uranus mind.
The Uranus is not only the enlightening flash, it is the all important tangent. Uranus spins on its side, and the insights are unexpected, non sequential, and the seed of invention.
Saturn with his time gives logical sequence and the application to experience. The use.
I don't draw arm. I see irregular patterns of light and shadow, and I draw analogues to light and shadow.
Perfect description of the artistic process.
Uranus is associated with genius and, I think, this tangential to the object.
If thoughts can divide, then perception can connect. Perception frees the mind. Thought expends energy.
I like this.
Uranus is also perception, along with Neptune.
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