The Hierarchy of Virgo is the focus for today. The world mother is the symbol for meditation. All those qualities of motherhood that we often take for granted come to mind. The little things of quality that often seem boring that we have to do for others.
“The Phrygians that are the oldest humans stock call me Pessinuntia, Mother of the Gods, The aboriginal races of Attica call me Cecropian Minerva.
The Cyprians in their island-home call me Paphian Venus. The archer Cretans call me Diana Dictynna. The three-tongued Sicilina’s call me Stygian Proserpine.
The Eleusinians call me the ancient goddess Ceres. Some call me Juno. Some call me Bellona. Some call me Hecate.
Some call me Rhamnusia. But those who are enlightened by the earliest rays of that divinity the sun, the Ethiopians, the Arii, and the Egyptians who excel in antique lore, all worship me with their ancestral ceremonies and call me by my true name Queen Isis. “
Pg. 237-8 ~ Apuleius The Golden Ass
“The greatest among you shall be the servant to all.”
Today is ruled by the Hierarchy of Leo. I think upon Aslan from The Chronicles of Narnia as the perfect symbol of this type of love, compassion and loudness.
Sun Flowers as the symbol of our opened solar plexus…
“Mysticism has its own dangers-from which the Hopis themselves have suffered acutely, as we shall see; and pragmatic Western science has bestowed immeasurable blessings upon all mankind. It is merely a matter of choosing different goals and the means of achieving them. The contrast of the two systems is mentioned here because this pathetically small and misunderstood minority group Hopis, are so strangely attuned to the precepts of another hemisphere rather than to the technological civilization engulfing them.”
~. Book of the Hopi by Frank Waters Pg. 27-28
The fourth day of the Holy of Holies is centered in our solar plexus. The Hierarchy is Cancer.
“Cancer with soul-soul as the reveler of truth”
~Pg. 12 Corinne Heline.
Hildegard of Bingen
Between our belly button and our heart lies the solar plexus and here is our intuitive soul. The feelings that make us so human; Hate to love abides here. This is how we compass who we are in a group or in the world and how we know who we are as an individual. To be unique and rebellious: to be intuitive and in tune to the world as an insect’s antenna or the cat’s whiskers.
The Serpent Mound near Louden, Ohio.
“The oval mound represents the village. It was placed within the jaws of the snake to show that it was protected by the snake’s power.”
~ Book of the Hopi by Frank Waters Pg.41.
What a wonderful symbol as a protector of our solar plexus. We do need to consciously protect it. It may not be a tribe or village. Just us or our family. It is thinking about all those bad and good things we do to others everyday, as human beings on this earth. Globally, we need to sometimes turn off the technologies of our life. What are we feeling and how does this relate to the little world around us and within us?
Yet, taking 10 minutes a day to watch a honey bee collecting nectar might be all the green we need to forgive a friend that betrayed us. Maybe it is about taking the time to listen to our guts and do something different, like taking a walk on the wild side.
Frank Waters
“I believe in that Hopi life and teachings completely. They’re good people. They have a good religion. Doing that ‘Book of the Hopi’ taught me a lot. We’re a right-brain people, a rational thinking people, a rational mind; we figure things out. But the Hopis are a left-brain people. They go by intuition and that intuition is geared to the religious side of things. We’re geared to the materialistic side. They don’t have, as we do, a Sunday religion.”
The hierarchy of Gemini illuminates our hands today.
A Flower…Mom, camera and Holly 1990’s by Hudley
“They are to be visualized as flower centers, fragrant, luminous and endowed with the precious gifts of healing, and bestowing benediction” Pg. 11
Yet maybe a nice hug or pat on the back might be more down to earth and human. Anything that we do with our hands we can make it a caring or creative gesture; A moment of conscious awareness in action.
“Be still and Know that I am Goddess [God].” Psalm 46:10
Maia, is the Goddess of May the hierarchy of Gemini.
“Romeo:
If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
Juliet:
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.
Romeo:
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
Juliet:
Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
Romeo:
O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
Juliet:
Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.
In the original book [Dune by Frank Herbert], at least, the “weirding way” seems to be the Fremen term for the whole set of skills that the Bene Gesserit teach. The first reference in Dune is when the Shadout Mapes refers to the “weirding room.” Then, when Paul and his mother first meet Stilgar’s troop, Stilgar calls Jessica a “weirding woman.”
The Voice is a specific Bene Gesserit skill: a way to give someone an order that is almost impossible to resist without training or great mental strength.
But the Bene Gesserit skills definitely also include fighting. Stilgar says:
“But you, woman, you have the weirding ability of battle. We’d only heard of it and many doubted, but one cannot doubt what he sees with his own eyes. You mastered an armed Fremen. This is a weapon no search could expose.”
“According to all sacred calendars Aries introduces the solar New Year. Therefore it is termed the sign of resurrected consciousness.” Pg. 9
Esoterically speaking and based on the New Age Bible Interpretation Mystery Of The Christos by Corinne Heline. Vol. VII, the first day of the Holy of Holies focuses on the head of our physical body. The astrological sign is Aries.
“Follow Your own star!“
~Dante Alighieri
“The greatest weapon against stress is our ability to choose one thought over another.” ― William James
The 12 days of Christmas. My religiosity is not bound to only the Christian story, yet it is dear to my heart, and I feel the need to be part of it now.
As memories of importance hold my hand, I feel fresh, clean, and inspired: the opposite of Christmas day. You see in the last few years I have lost Mother, father, and best friends. My siblings and I are selling the only enduring family home I know. I was born and raised there. I feel as if my roots have been cut off. It is a sad but free experience.
I am not alone in my experience. As an esoteric student and an academic student of religious studies I have concluded that all religions are based on vision, oral stories and then the text. For me, like William James, it is the experience that is the key to understanding the profound religious experience. Even if it is only witnessing the procession of the sun, moon, and stars.
Though I have walked and studied with the scientific and even atheistic mind. I rest best with the spiritual inventive mind instead. The Christian theologian and philosopher Pseudo Dionysius calls this Dionysianism, “The divination of the intelligence.”
Join me if you will or curse me. I have done both myself. I have been to the darkest parts of the mind, and I have witnessed and experienced the best of the mind and profound things.
Each of the 12 days will focus on a part of the human body. An astrological sign, a quote and then a disciple/ apostle of Christ. I will include images as well. Whatever I am inspired to post. The motif will unfold naturally as the days unfold.
“You must henceforth be the moon. You must shine at night. By your shining you shall lighten the darkness for men until the sun rises again to light up all things for men.”
~ Pg. 40 The Creative Pattern In Primitive Africa by Laurens van der Post.
Insights and notes through the creative “thinking stings” from The Eranos lecture series; The Creative Pattern In Primitive Africa by Laurens van der Post
There is a part of our spirit to which this voice of Mantis, speaking from an age of stone to an age of men with hearts of stone, commands us with the authentic tone of eternal renewal..”
Pg. 40
Praying Mantis Mandala for The Bushmen of the Kalahari desert and their “Thinking Strings” by Hudley
I am in the process of reflecting on the lecture, The Creative Pattern In Primitive Africa by Laurens van der Post. The lecture speaks of the Bushmen of the Kalahari desert and their ancient mythologies that happen to include Praying Mantis as their own “Spirit of Creation.”
The Bushmen worshiped the Mantis and consulted him as an oracle. Pg 21.
I include in this post, from the lecture, a poem / lament “by a father of a bushman that lived over a hundred years ago… he was a rainmaker and a magician.”
Pg. 38
“People were those who
Broke for me the string
Therefore,
The place became like this to me,
On account of it,
Because the string was that which broke for me.
Therefore,
The place does not feel to me,
As the place used to feel to me,
On account of it.
For,
The place feels as if it stood open before me,
Because the string has broken for me,
Therefore,
The place does not feel pleasant to me,
On account of it.”
What is interesting to me is though Laurens van der Post naturally brings and weaves the Bushmen and Wolfgang von Goethe together in comparison as to the writing of their particular styles of poetry, I take it further by placing it in the continuity of music which highlights this post in a delightful way. An essence of what this brings together and what it very well means. I came upon a connection or “thinking string’ between Wolfgang von Goethe and the German band Kraftwerk.
The “thinking strings.” This is the process of reconnecting the “thinking strings.” A continuity of thoughts, dreams, magic, “stories from the wind” and life .
Listen to the music and read the poetry. I am asking for the feelings that it generates in you. It will provoke you. My hopeful goal is to tie the “thinking strings” together again and to find what may have been lost, which is the spiritual beauty of the Bushmen. The Bushmen are the foundation of this Lecture by Laurens van der Post. Reading it has had a profound effect on my life. I also wait for the “stories of life before and beyond the moment .”
The Bushmen, Goethe, Laurens van der Post and the Praying Mantis.
The Mantis will sit in an attitude of extreme reverence and contemplation, his head turned sometimes slightly on side as if he were waiting…for the wind to come from far beyond the mountains on the other side of the desert to bring him a story of life before and beyond the moment. ~ Pg. 22.
Faust (Goethe)/Prologue
THE LORD === THE HEAVENLY HOST Afterwards MEPHISTOPHELES
(The THREE ARCHANGELS come forward.)
“RAPHAEL
The sun-orb sings, in emulation, ‘Mid brother-spheres, his ancient round: His path predestined through Creation He ends with step of thunder-sound. The angels from his visage splendid Draw power, whose measure none can say; The lofty works, uncomprehended, Are bright as on the earliest day.”
On going study of this lecture, I had to edit this from last night because I was very numinous and happy… and at these times perfection is not my goal but communication.
My rage had been softened with the night’s performance! My rage had been caged and controlled… but sometimes ya got to shove a little to get a little.
If that makes me side with Mephistopheles …so be it!!
The turning of the winter solstice is a time between autumn and winter which always brings up confrontations in one’s life.
Last night it was a few parents that could not keep their asses on their seats. We went early and got a seat in the front and on the right near the ensemble. Son’s first performance in a band with choir for the holiday season. His school has a large auditorium with particularly good seating. I was on the first row on the right next to an open walkway. Yet regardless some parents had to come up and block others in this walkway to record their kids via camera, video, or hand-held device. They were so close to me I could feel their warmth and smell what they had for dinner. I was beyond irritated the word rage does come to mind! There were at-least 500 parents and their families there that were behaving themselves!
Why is it that there are always a few jerky-parents that feel their kids are the most important kids in the world?
I would never think to do such a thing it is rude. Rude, rude, rude. These kinds of people force one to be rude in return as well. There was one lady that opened the door to my rage.
“Hello, you are sitting too close to me. I am not comfortable with that. Please move aside!”
The lady smiled at me…
“Please not so close the flash is blinding my eyes!”
The lady smiled at me and said…
“I see!”
“Am I not getting through to you? You are being rude and where you are is blocking the way of all those behind you. It is a fire hazard. Please leave!”
Mockingly she smiled again and said “yes I understand you… ”
She smiled at me again and again.
“I am serious leave now…please go away.”
This time she gave me a patronizing glare, so I shoved her, and she fell to the ground. She was balancing low almost on her knees. So, it was not a major fall. She looked up at me shocked and got up and whispered Merry Christmas in my ear.
“Merry fucking Christmas indeed” I said to myself!!
I love it when people justify their rudeness with sainthood.
It worked. She did not come back and not one person who witnessed this came forth to defend her. I think all were happy with what I did. I heard someone a few rows back ask her if she fell. She replied with an embarrassing lie,
“Marley was dead, to begin with … This must be distinctly understood, or nothing wonderful can come of the story I am going to relate.”
― Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol
The Gift…Mr. Po Po crawls into used gift paper..
Mr. Marley comes to visit this time of the year; late at night and the early hours upon waking. Bringing whispering resentments caused by others, betrayals and assholes that I must endure. It is so unequivocally that he comes, but that is not the whole picture. Then also comes the mocking of those rude and inexcusable things I have done to others. This full-wolf-moon of December has the ability to illuminate within us; as a flashlight within our souls.
At times like these the only thing to do is to let go and focus upon the little things of value. Quality moments with people, places and things that help illuminate the joy found at this time of the year as well.
And what is relevant now this time of year is my Christmas bracelet which was given to me by a friend over six years ago. It is delightful and fun to wear. It was during a show at Mr. T’s Bowl of Highland Park during a dance contest. The band The Thingz were playing “Do The Crab.” There were many on the dance floor. It was around an hour later that I noticed that I had the bracelet upon my wrist and thought,
“Where did this come from?”
Jewelry box and Christmas bracelet
I did not win the contest but husband and she, a friend, did. Later I found out that she slipped the Christmas bracelet upon my wrist unawares to the delight and the joy it has brought me since. I keep the bracelet in a new jewelry box. This box was created by another special friend. The box houses the bracelet that smells of my favorite sweet bouquet perfume.
The simple elegant task of opening the box and taking out the bracelet is a quality of simplest but profound joys.
Not to forget to mention The Thingz T-shirtfrom that evening that I most likely will wear on the up-coming Bill Bartell Tribute at the Ecoplex! The t-shirt is another ample joy that hangs in my closet! It was given to husband but I took it. It reminds me of a time, a few years back, before the now bright-glowing nostalgia of THE BIG PUNK ROCK, yet I have slowly come to realize in my reflective moments of “doom” that,
Sometimes you got to look past the glory blaring lights of nostalgia and seek the friendship and “good buds” within!
Son’s dilated eye after eye doc visit..
I admit to not liking The Echoplex. much. The last time we were there husband had some problems. It was a strange time and he had a theme quote that was as firm as a BEOWULF statement,
“THE NIGHT IS YOUNG !!”
Having one son at babysitting age we would ascend into the night of music, drinking and dance of no end in sight. On one such night husband got into a fight with one of the nasty bouncers at the Echoplex and we left early. The parking always sucks there too.
Times have chilled since years ago and now I am real sorry that I told Mike Patton, from the band Middle Class, recently that I do not like The Echoplex! If I see him tomorrow night I will tell him I am sorry and was being foolish; of course repeating this importance in my head,
“seek the friendship and “good buds” within!”
With this BIG PUNK ROCK nostalgia comes yearning of years ago. At the time of the early punk scene I was reading Madame Blavatsky. She too has come forth now as something relevant in this entire Christmas story. She is affirming her friendship in my life again and the synchronicities are flowing through as streams of electricity and knowing. I am currently reading Madame Blavatsky– The Mother of Modern Spirituality a biography by Gary Lachman which I received as a gift last Xmas.
It is called retrospection, recapitulation and renewal folks. The experiences can be small as a miniature whirlwind similar as seen when leaves fly around through the air, or as big and all-consuming as a wind storm including decades of thoughts and memories… all thanks to Mr. Marley !!
“Do not be afraid of your difficulties. Do not wish you could be in other circumstances than you are. For when you have made the best of an adversity, it becomes the stepping stone to a splendid opportunity.”
I am still riding the wave of the flu. Today I am drinking some Burgundy wine in a small crystal glass. The warmth of the drink warms me along with the fire in the fireplace. Even though a son follows me around the house and laughs as he touches my arm with his cold “living dead hands”… we laugh and I have time to write the daily WordPress prompt.
When I reflect and look over the vast amount of ways to learn I focus on individuals more than an educational system. The people I respect and learn from are those that learn by their own means. I often reflect on the MASTERS OF HUMAN LIFE… William Blake, Thomas Paine and Carl Jung.
Though Carl Jung had a vast and strong academic education he also had a separate very independent education going on at the same time.
“Reading and reflecting” is what suits me best because social stimuli and peer pressure both turn me off. I read books by many different authors on many different subjects. I like it this way best because I can set my own inward goals. I am not studying to be a doctor, nurse or accountant or engineer. I am a philosopher.
My chosen field is love, I am a philosopher of love.
I have been through university study and I learned a great deal. I find that politics get involved as one climbs higher in the education system.
Child’s play. I guess one has to really desire it. If the love of your chosen field is a love that is worth the sacrifices ; such as your identity. At times it is… but for me it is not a valid argument anymore. I say no,
The greatest reward is to study on ones own and come to knowledge on your own terms. A good grade, an acknowledged pat on the back from a friend is just not the same. I never feel alone while reading a book, researching a subject, listening to music or when writing… but I often feel alone and frustrated around people because they are awkward at loving what they say they love and are so darn weird.
If I end up with cancer and I only have a few months to live I would do something revolutionary, but now I have the superpower of invisibility. It all happened one night on a walk around the neighborhood…
Happy Holiday Praying Mantis by Hudley
Mystical places do exist. Haven’t you caught them from the corner of your eye? A flash of light, a face or a building appears then gone when you look straight at it. I am not talking about black floaters or some science jargon here. The strangest thing I caught by this type of seeing was just down the block from my house. It was dusk and I saw two enormous white marble cat-like figures, taller than the trees and the houses. They were parallel to each other. It was a foggy night and the feeling of awesome came to mind. As a camera flash illuminates its object of focus then is out, so too was this image just as bright and followed by darkness.
Months later I strolled to this place again on one of my walks. This time it was late and the clear night sky shimmering multitudes of lights and unseen dark matter. I stood at the spot again where I viewed the cat-like figures. A sudden will-o’-the-wisp came down from the night sky and I heard a chant.
“Finally daughter-child you come to the altar. Take the gift of invisibility. Mock the greedy bastard rich who abuse their power on your sweet little planet.”
I knew my mission and all I had to do was say the chant.
“Mock the greedy bastard rich who abuse their power on our sweet little planet.”
I ran home and wrote the chant down. At first I thought myself crazy. I tried the chant a few times. Now invisible, I went to son’s classes and watched him working. I enjoyed this immensely. I often kissed him on his head and he felt me as a soft breeze. Somehow I think he knew someone was there.
I tripped his history teacher and watched him fall down three stairs and bloody his elbows. Even though I feel he is a good teacher, he makes a lot of mistakes when grading his student’s papers. Then and there I took a vow to only use the chant with integrity. Damn it…it really works!!
I studied hard and researched until I found all the information I needed. So my mockery-mission was planned. I took two weeks off during the Holiday season to go visit my brother. All was a foot! Airplanes, buses and even a few taxis were all free to an invisible passenger. Anything I wore upon my body was invisible like me. I did not have to go around naked like the invisible man Griffin.
Firstly my mission was invisibly-vising all the Koch brothers corporations. I destroyed all of their documents, computers and sabotaged their meetings while making a mockery of them.
Papers in the air, over turned coffee cups and farts from nowhere…
I could hear the angels laughing. Then I visited Fox News, Rush Limbaugh and a few strategically stupid Tea Party members. (I admit I digressed putting laxatives in Rush’s Whiskey) I hunted them down and haunted them as the three admirable ghosts from Charles Dickens A Christmas Carol.
As my final first mission and task; I took as much money from local banks as I could.
It really does not take a genius to plan a bank robbery when you are invisible!
Something Robin Hood and His Merrie Men might have done…sharing the wealth with the middle class and the poor.
It is easy to find needy people when you are invisible.
But this was just the beginning of my superpower… and I can tell you all this, there are more of us invisible people out there then you may realize… for we are the ghosts and angels not just of your dreams but those lights that twinkle at the corner of your eyes.
