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Astrological Reading for October…via a Few quotes of “Abraxas”

Pluto is beyond any ego and does remarkable things and ‘not so good’ things…

Pluto is beyond any ego that does reamrkable things and not so good things...

“This is a god whom ye knew not, for mankind forgot it. We name it by its name Abraxas. It is more indefinite still than god and devil.”

“…we name god Helios or Sun…”

A cosmology of within and the cosmology without move contradictory to each other and to you. Slowly move with the first full moon of October and then skip happily along with the new moon. The focus is to remember to breathe as the underworld and the heavens meet.

Betrayal from family may not go away, but you can push it away with the stretch of Lilith as she moves with you as pounding waves on the shore of life. Hit the ball into the court. It is up to them to hit it back. They may not.

“…Abraxas standeth above the sun and above the devil. It is improbable probability, unreal reality. Has the Pleroma a being, Abraxas would be its manifestation…”

All the planets focus on change while staying the same. Eros and Psyche are swimming around the earth ascending and descending the whispers of love and creativity this month.

“… it is the brightest light of day and the darkest night of madness…”

The dead whisper secrets and wisdom from the past. Culture, history, and music define who you are. Listen and reflect on this month deeply. As well …go out and have a pint or two only. Transforming the grip of heaviness to joyousness. Don’t forget to spill some of the beer on the earth as homage for the sexuality of Phallus and the spirituality of Her who fertilizes our souls. All which is beyond us all!!

“…Spirituality and sexuality are not your qualities, not things which ye possess and contain. But they possess and contain you…”

All quotes taken from The Seven Sermons to the Dead by Carl Gustav Jung

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“Laughing through your fingers…”

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Attribution to the Dead and their whispers of life !

Hudley color sketch of flowers — Hudley Art

Having a romp with your man the night before, and driving on a foggy morning the next day while listening to Jazz; takes orgasm to a whole new level!!

Time can be very strategic!! Life more precious as loved ones fade into the dark unknown. Courting the underworld and also that dark place of the analytical mind, I have found insight into something more. This time of the year screams this depth, scratching at my emotions while confronting me with nothing, a non-caring pain. This time of the year as dusk approaches even the smile of my child, the purring of cats seem to fade into a realm existential of the unreal and profound.

I am about to read The Seven Sermons to the Dead by Carl Jung~ attribution to Basilides. I have prepared for my journey for months with complementary books. I recently received The Red Book as a gift and this will add to my reflective study.

The Apostle said, ‘I lived without a law once,’ that is, before I came into this body, I lived in such a form of body as was not under a law, that of a beast namely, or a bird.^[15]

My parents never really looked at death though they are now dead. My best and longest time friend… she too is gone from this life. So as I start this reading I hope to reflect as sermons to them as well !!
The day I began this journey of The Seven Sermons I sat at the pool side where son was swimming with his swim team. Two trees about twelve feet tall were before me. I sat comfortably.

The noises were overwhelming. Children crying and water splashing as women next to me talked about their problems. I then looked at the two trees. On every branch was a small bird; golden and chirping. Singing together and jumping. Everything else faded away but what I was viewing. I thought to myself,
“How can this be?”
One bird jumped down dancing towards me. Slowly, systematically and very consciously the bird came close to my foot and then turned around back up the tree. I then looked down for a second, thinking to take a picture. When I looked back the trees were empty.
I thought,
“How did so many birds fly away without a movement or sound?”
I now ask a question,
“How can so many die without a movement or sound’?”

Kale

Hudley in the kitchen with a continuity of fresh fruit wisdom!!

My red pants with zippers on each leg fit!! It is kale, collard greens and less fat; more garlic, dandelion tea and walks that are slowly giving me a femme fatale? I say yes! Today it is Kale with garlic, grape seed oil, salt & pepper, sweet rice vinegar, and pomegranate seeds.

Smells good, tastes good and is good! An ancient alien’s meal for the brave new world! Remarkable!

When I opened the fruit, I was sprayed with a soft tangy juice of memories! Some of the memories are ancient, and some from my youth!!

Today it is blended with chilly air and the smell of the earth outside!!

Joy rests and shares a place in my heart this morning!!

SO easy and so good for you…tasty too!!

Go Paint A Picture of A Pomegranate

Whether Ishtar, Persephone, ancient Eleusinian Mysteries, Aphrodite, Hera, or Mary mother of Christ, to name a few Goddesses and their symbolic mysteries, the pomegranate is always there.

While talking at the current opening reception of “Plan B” presented by The Haggus Society, curator Terri Lloyd, artist Liz Huston and I were talking about the round bumpy red pomegranate. A simple fruit that symbolizes deep mysteries handed down through the ages. Terri mentioned that it represents transformation. I was touched by our conversation. My conversation at the Haggus exhibit helped me realize that I am not alone in my insight and intuitive understanding. This is what initiation is all about?

I remember years back when I had a similar conversation with a religious studies professor at California State University Northridge. I made this connection between the ancient symbol of fruit, Goddesses and Mary. My professor said that it was highly symbolic. He told me that there is no relativity to be found there. I was hurt! I also learned that some professors are ignorant and should not teach.

Riding the bus from Van Nuys to CSUN, I was often filled with these types of insights. The late 1990’s did not give me the opportunity to bring forth my thoughts as I am doing now. I am happy about this!! A living Mystery! My intuitive self was right the whole time. What a blessing!!

Sandro Botticelli marvelous painting shows Madonna and child. They are holding a pomegranate together.

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As a religious studies major I have come to see that many cultures and religions have the same connections, sometimes as simple as a piece of fruit.

The pomegranate has been thrown around, here and there, throughout the centuries, always showing up in various places…art, literature, and science!! A symbol that creatively whispers to our collective unconscious.

Years ago, one bright morning, I found a copy of a Botticelli painting in the trash. A copy of the painting was included in a large religious calendar. The calendar included twelve religious paintings of Mary. I was walking son to elementary school when we saw it leaning on someone’s trash can. It was still in decent shape. It was also a year old, 1998. I took the calendar home and kept the calendar for years.

Dissect it or eat one. It may tell you something. Or better yet, go paint a picture of a pomegranate! Hold a hand full of purple-reddish seeds and tell me what you think?

Sammel Angus, The Mystery Religious and Christianity (London 1925,) 140: Mysteries of the Dark Moon- Demetra George

Pushing the envelope !!

I look back on this adventure and it was a time of remarkable change for many of us… as a woman it was for me.

“I am struck by the fact that more than 50 million women will have achieved menopause by 2013.”

~ Susun S. Weed

“Plan B” Haggus Society opening reception as artists mingle. October 11th, 2014.

Late Evening October 11, 2014.

“By giving death to yourself as Mother, you claimed all of yourself. It is time to share that vision, to name yourself publicly, Crone, woman of wholeness…”

~ Susun S. Weed

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The car moved fast through the freeway traffic. My foot to the pedal, the car swiftly changed lanes. Rays of light ricocheted off my rear-view mirror like bullets. Alone on the freeway interchange, my mind focused on where I came from, and where I was going to. Alone in the dark night, walking dark streets and meeting new friends. Engaging in risk taking and it is known vulnerabilities often ignored by friends. Mom would have never done this!

Of all the times I have taken risks in the past, supporting, and promoting bands, tonight is one of the most fulfilling for me. These older women engaged in risk taking, promoting their art; these women who worked and helped others… now they stop…now they pivot and move into a new world of their own passions.

I tip-toed around The Haggus Society for a long time. Observing with a turned face, as most praying mantes do. As I listened intuitively to what images came forth, what inspirations spoke to me?

“We believe we have something unlike other art collectives-focusing our support on multifaceted older women who are activists, thinkers, and creative risk takers. Pushing the envelope is what we do for exercise.”

~ The Haggus Society

Yes! After tears and laughter, I realized…I know I must contribute. After breaking free, finally, from the repressive underworld of a shattered chrysalis, I reach my hands out from side to side. Wide, strong, and ready to embrace something new. I am reaching past the often-pretentious membranes of other art collectives.

Joy! I am participating in something meaningful and current. It is alive and growing!! Besides…

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“Pushing the envelope is what we do for exercise.”

Arts and Culture in the Northeast of Los Angeles

http://www.thehaggussociety.org/plan-b/

http://www.theyorkonyork.com/event/nela-art-walk

RIP The Haggus Society…

I am a driving wanker.

Someone who claims to be of higher intelligence than others, understands the finer thing in life, and generally deems themself a higher being than most others; they often refer to the ‘lesser beings’ as peasant or philistines. In simple terms, snobs are wankers.

mmsGif — Dick Powell has a nice turned up nose!

I saw a film Noir the other night. It was with Dick Powell. He was real mad. He picked a guy up and slapped his face, back and forth & back and forth. Then he put him down. The scene was perfect!!

“Ya know what I mean?”

When it comes to people driving their vehicles I would apply this perfection !! I would take it further. My madness after seeing bad driving and those that lack common car intelligence and after pulling the fool our of their car, picking them up, slapping them back and forth & back and forth; I would then take their car keys and toss the fucking keys. Somewhere where no one could find them. With my nose in the air!!

Enduring the riptide of unaware and inconsiderate assholes in their cars is my ambition for correctness. I bitch about it all the time on my blog too. I am considering taking a job as a Parking Enforcer. Using the law and my genius would make my manifesto complete. No more yelling and using my finger. My black sharpie pen in the air writing tickets is my call to greatness!!

I know the game and I am one of the best drivers !! Ever !!

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Tell Us the Truth

Sham 69 are playing around. Shows with good and bad reviews. As though my heart does not sense the beating heart of another comrade, from my youthful rebellion, who touches the soil of the land.

Dancing around and around in my room like Rumpelstiltskin around a fire singing these simple words;

“They don’t understand no they don’t understand
They don’t wanna understand…”

These are my first dancing memories of punk rock. As I spiraled into the heart of it… I also spiraled out. Seeing with peripheral vision the shadows of days gone by, I am often pulled again into this guilty, responsibility of a musical addition.

As a succubus that pulls at my firmer soul, I pull it off. I hold by conscience, my individual power and resist this. Jumping into the anger of youthful rebellion. I am not her anymore. Reflective and mature and proud… I can take it. Nothing to prove or take with me…but friendship.

No affirmation of great things to hold on to. As the rogue wave of darkness envelops those we love in death. So too the scene that once was is slowly taken away by this same darkness. Happy for the boys in the band that linger on…for now!!

“Everyone keeps telling me I’m gonna be free. We all know we’ll never be free.”

The waxing of the first full moon of Autumn

Owl Autumn comes this way... by Holly — Autumn Owl of the West By Hudley.

Every ritual comes forth out of the heat of inspiration! It echoes over the years and amplifies through nature and loved ones; some living and some dead! Does ritual get boring? Yes it can! Youngest son told me he had a surprise for me! I waited! He initiated an echo, a song again of memories, goals and skill!

He played the drumming sequence to Charged GBH’s Lycanthropy! He says he is still working on the base drum to the song!

It is a ritual of mine since the first time I first heard the song….about 34 years now!!

And so this little boring ritual of mine of playing the song Lycanthropy every Autumn amplifies with the full moon as a gift! To the she-wolf from her son!