Swirling in an everchanging complex organism we hook ourselves to the matrix and hang on for dear life
Language is how ghosts enter the world. They twist into awkward positions to squeeze into the black spaces. The dead read backwards, as in a mirror. They gather in the white field and look up, waiting for someone to write their names.
Anne Michaels
posted by jm at 1:52 PM
I am a brilliant creation of the universe formed from the cosmic protoplasm sailing into eternity. I have two hands, two feet, a couple of great ears, and I'm clipping through life at a moderate pace; minding my p*s and q*s, crossing my t*s, dotting every i.
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Gasp
what a treat to wander into beauty.
Tseka. Frienship is good. I knew you would love this. A joy for me to share with a kindred spirit. This is a great great poem. And we both know what it's all about. I have something else to add in a second.
I got the beautiful poem from a novel I finished last night called Sweetwater Creek, about a young girl losing her beloved brother to death, and her refuge in poetry, which she had shared with him. This was in it:
She slept then, slept until after nightfall. Her room was dark and stale, and her mouth was so dry it cut her throat to swallow. She did not know quite where she was. As she lay there, her bedside lamp bloomed yellow, and a soft weight settled on the bed beside her, and her Aunt Jenny was there, pushing tumbled hair off her forehead.
Emily sat up and put her arms around her aunt's neck and her face into it. Not until she felt the remembered hollow, where her cheek just fit, and smelled her aunt's lemony, clean linen scent, did she realize that much of the dull ache inside her had been loneliness for Jenny.
Another poem in a sec.
I had to go read it a few times to hear it again in the cells.
So short so perfect
sigh
It goes on the list.
Thanks JM
The poem is absolutely perfect and beyond personal picky taste. I think I'm having another episode. Remembering. Turning around. Noticing.
I was so certain of your response and I thought how wonderful that some of us are connected through our emotional longings and spiritual aspirations. The real thing. The inner network as one by one we find each other. I love poetry.
Now, who is Aunt Jenny? Really? Something's up again.
Things are taking a radical turn again as I discover myself in the wilderness of Raging Universe, while the others have moved on. Almost all of them. Very very enlightening. I kept thinking it was I who should be leaving, but perhaps I was wrong. I welcome these unusual circumstances. The wheat from the chaff.
So. The NN1. The safety of aloneness/singularity butting against the precarious comfort of popularity. The dangers. It's beginning to get interesting. Pluto sq Mars is going to be a doozy. I would love to arrive at my dream...to feel the equality of together and apart.
I do not know if you have notice that i have been writing on tseka. I have uncovered- well after several years some real pattern with the namnsdags correlating to the ancient myths. It's everywhere.
And now appears to ge a time when things align to some pattern that was foretold.
How often this has happened before? Never is my guess.
It is all shivery and goosebumps for me. The multiple layers. Things hidden coming to light. Like the Klee connections to the ancient painted room. It boggles my mind how everything hidden is being revealed. Pluto on the bridge? And now jupiter..
And where is our wizard friend? I have been thinking of Kadimiros lately. Little things you both say stick, return with more meaning. Treasures.
I would love to arrive at my dream...to feel the equality of together and apart.
my dream as well.
I will go over and read.
How often this has happened before? Never is my guess.
My guess too.
The Klee experience was the one for me. The one I was seeking.
It boggles my mind how everything hidden is being revealed. Pluto on the bridge? And now jupiter..
It's real. And now...I don't know. But Klee and Hesse together appeared as the symbol of my inner guide. Both highly spiritual artists in a troubled world. The message is that I can do it. I want to do it. That's the main part. My desire. My will.
I see the near impossibility, but it really matters not. I can't help but recognize your connection. 28 Sag. There is so much more to your work than meets the eye. The ordinary eye.
It is all shivery and goosebumps for me. The multiple layers. Things hidden coming to light
Sagittarius can't live without these sensations. Far far more than most, so the collective experience falls short most of the time. Different kind of excitement. It's hard for the Sagittarian to restrain the reach and the breaking of boundary. The need for higher dimension almost ALL the time.
I have been thinking about the esoteric connection between taurus | scorpio| sagittarius. The opposition and the inconjunct. There is something about the inconjuct that is the key to "feel the equality of together and apart."
For several thousand years we have been living in the mind and emotion. Personality and ego, what kind of love can one find through the personality?
Yet still we long for some soul connection. Feel it sometimes but fear to take the leap of trust. I think the inconjunct is some aspect of astrology that we are just not coming to appreciate. It is not the unresolvable. I think we were just not capable of using the energies because they run through the heart. That's the soul's door not the personality.
Kicking thoughts around. But hey it is the night before the "big hit"
The 12th in namnsdags is the point of no return.
This will be good, writing about your mythology. You will see things not seen before.
More it is helpful to me to organize thoughts.
I have piles of notes, scattered.
So writing on tseka is sort of a way to jot things into an order, an outline with out too much meat.
I have something that will blow your mind on the inconjuncts in terms of what you just said. Will look. I totally agree with you on its importance and mystery at this point. It's my favorite aspect.
For several thousand years we have been living in the mind and emotion. Personality and ego, what kind of love can one find through the personality?
I don't think love is all that important in the big picture. It's an emotion and part of life. Part of the personality's needs. The advanced stage I think is beyond concern with love. It comes and goes.
Let me find that inconjunct thing. You're getting close.
That's what I was thinking exactly. The organization will be wonderful.
Inconjuncts are major aspects. I don't know how you can work without them in the chart. I think they are very important as they tend to be Uranian in nature. Just as the square was strongly connected to the Piscean Age and we spent 2500 years learning how to handle it, the inconjunct is associated with the Aquarian Age and we are going to start spending the next 2500 years learning how to handle the inconjunct.
Buz Myers
Ah well love is a word that gets used pretty freely. My definition is something along these lines....when you strip everything else away all that is left is love.
I am not talking about the chemistry, the emotion.
Well maybe i am but it much more attenuated than most perceive
EXACTLY
everything Buzz said.
I don't know a who lot about astrology but i do see patterns very well and this is one i see as just emerging in its understanding by the larger group. The real "shift" and people like you will be needed to describe it.
I think we were just not capable of using the energies because they run through the heart. That's the soul's door not the personality.
I agree. "Heart and Soul" for example. Musicians have always been aware of this and that's why they refer to someone as having "soul" when the feeling is unmistakably real. It's not an ego-mind-system-knowledge thing. It's pure feeling, but beyond the personal. You just know it when a musician does it. Or you see it in the eyes of someone.
The word "soul" is one of the most bandied about and least understood of them all. And I also agree that it's a connecting cord to humanity.
my poor laptop is broken the lid is floppy and i brace it with my leg while i sit her next to the fire. akward. Now the keys are starting to stick. Dang. i do love this thing it is so quiet. I would have to have to work on my big box. I've become spoiled.
I'm stunned by what you just said about the inconjunct.
Me? Needed? To describe it. I don't know. They prefer the ordinary.
I am a little frustrated right now with the astrology around, but it could be birthing trauma. When I learned, it was with good ones like Buz, but now they've backtracked. Lutin, for example, has deteriorated. A lot of it smacks of love sign/porn again or convoluted Jungian crap, and, of course, the hocus pocus prediction tragedy, but it very well could be the transition. I have to be patient. It's such a glorious science. I dream of seeing it unfold in its gorgeous bloom in my lifetime. At the moment, I don't feel as though I am getting through, but I could be being silly again.
Ha ha ha !!! Trouble by fireside. Funny how we love these misbehaving entities.
There is something about the inconjuct that is the key to "feel the equality of together and apart."
This is what I "love". Very well said. There is an almost magical way the two energies combine to make them greater than the opposition. They really don't belong together, yet they do. Maybe because of the awareness of the integrity. Integrity being the wholeness unto themselves. Very Aquarian.
i understand your frustration, share it all too often.
At the moment this is in play: those who need to know do, those who don't don't.
Some of us are just the keepers of wisdom. It would not matter how charismatic or well we write if the people are not ready they're not.
In some ways is was better when only a few who were dedicated were working in the esoteric sciences.
Now it is diluted.
Commercialized.
I saw this in Homeopathy. At one point not too many years ago i knew nearly every homeopath in America. Imagine that. Then it gained in popularity and the first thing that the new people did was commercialize it. Dilute it.
I spent some time upset let me tell you. Now 52 million people think they know what homeopathy is but they have only scratched the surface.
It really doesn't work to apply astrology to events, relationships, etc. It seems like the answer, but it isn't because the over and underlying realms are missed by picking apart charts and focusing on all of these details. And the broad connections are overlooked which are the real keys to development. Maybe the continuing conversations will automatically come around to the universal application, especially with the Uranian times ahead.
It's hard for me to explain why this traditional chart analysis is faulty. People cling to it being afraid to trust their creative intuitive minds, again, maybe the Uranian times will propel this forward
In some ways is was better when only a few who were dedicated were working in the esoteric sciences.
Now it is diluted.
Commercialized.
Very very good point. Very good. I think I was part of the earlier dedication and now I have to sit back and allow it to adjust.
I spent some time upset let me tell you. Now 52 million people think they know what homeopathy is but they have only scratched the surface.
I hear you, sweet sister.
That's what gets to me. The belief that the lingo and factual knowledge is good astrology. Many of them look more at the traffic on the blog than the content. Then the interblog back-patting. Uhg. I started having big doubts as to whether or not this medium could truly be effective, but as long as I'm still here, there must be potential. I simply am not going to endorse what I don't think is good.
At the moment this is in play: those who need to know do, those who don't don't.
You are so right.
Well i wish i could stay up and chat but my body is rebelling. Funny how working in the cold then coming in and getting all warm just melt the whole body Noodle-ized.
Thanks again for the poetry, the book and the always stimulating conversation.
It was good tonight. Good idea to mix poetry with esoteric musings.
Sleep well, my dear St.B.
Heheh
St. B
i just came back to mention that my mother read your comment on tseka. Saint B? she wondered what's that all about?
Happy to tell her that it is sticky bun and not day old bread crumbs. Which makes me wonder again about Kadimiros and his starving mice.
How wonderful!! Your mother. A Gem. Had a great talk about mothers with a new friend today.
Ha ha! Starving mice! One never knows with wizards.
There are things that brothers and sisters know -- the kinds of detail a spy uses
to prove his identity -
fears that slide through childhood's long grass.
things that dart out later; and pleasures like toucans,
their brightness weighing down the boughs.
Who but a brother calls from another hemisphere
to read a passage describing the strange
blip in evolution, when reptiles looked like
"alligator-covered coffee tables"
Anne Michaels
Well, it was a singular pleasure to read the exchange between you and Tseka, JM.
My thanks also for the poem and for mentioning "the hocus pocus prediction tragedy" and your anticipation of the Uranian age's new insights.
The battle between dreading and trusting the future is endless for me these days. But reading Raging Universe always makes me feel better.
Incidentally, I submitted a proposal for a mildly irreverent metaphysical column to the editor of a local newspaper today. It's very much pitched at the neophyte's level (which is where I'm at). I hope it wasn't too presumptuous a project to attempt, given my lack of astro-qualifications. I promise not to take too many liberties :D
LOL! Ninth, what a surprise and pleasure.
It doesn't matter at all how much information is known in metaphysics. It's the "I get it" factor and then the communication. Some of the best astrologers I know are the least schooled. It's application to circumstance, mixing it with your own insight, and I started doing that right off the bat. Your description of my Cancer 4th was as good as it gets. You've got it.
Tseka is another one who has uncanny astro talent and I'm so glad you enjoyed our conversation. I've learned so much from them and the best part is that they are full of pleasure as well.
The battle between dreading and trusting the future is endless for me these days.
Fact of life. The things we anticiapte do come, in fact, both good and bad, but here we are. We got through all of it so far, and best of all, with our senses of humor.
Best of fortune on your new irreverent metaphysical reportage! Pisces can be ridiculously funny and accurate.
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