New category for posts that concur with the many film-doodles I do.
Film Doodling by Hudely Flipside
It is the creative endeavor that is real and mine to share.
I love my garden and am so close to the ways of nature. Yet as a human being I endure the other man-made things. It is a life I was born to. Yet I think we can learn the power of nature by listening and hoping for the best to inspire us to be better human beings.
I think there is a relationship with how nature is and us in general. Our feelings and emotions.
Yet often even though nature speaks to us we don’t listen.
As I am a listener and follow the ways of ancient traditions I like to share.
Creatively embracing and helping for a better world.
Wild ways, music and nature are how I endure and so it goes.
I was born with foresight. It was a natural part of my DNA, and it cursed me because no one from my family explained it to me. I found the answers through books, TV and others with this value of seeing life.
A curse because there are things in our lives that hold certain degrees of pain that cling to us. For me it was foresight. Knowing things before they happened. An intuitive knowing that plagued me without being able to put words to what it was.
Then in time I learned to hold on to my foresight. Waiting for found explanation to my confusion. Other friends and family looked at me cross-eyed with wonder or doubt.
Now that I am 65 years old, I see it as a gift of foresight, for that is what it is now, it reveals to me that I was OK.
I can use my active imagination to go back and be the person that listens and tries to understand. Because the youthful me needs to be heard.
It has come around to be a blessing that I will confirm as good. Now is a time to reap what I have sown. Building on this magical nature that many of us share.
It is my Cornish character, maybe. I hope to encourage others here to listen to their foresight. It is so human and feminine. An honorable part of who we are.
To bend back and embrace all the past, present and future.
The good bridge of balance.
William Blake is a friend who helped me along the way to believe…
These asteroid Goddesses are positive parts of our female psyches. Health, strength, and the ability to fight for the integrity of all life. The right to choose. A right to justice and equality. A rich part of history and mythology which shine through us all.
Focusing on libido as psychic energy flowing with the energy of desire, will, interest and passion and tempered with love is how this warrior walks the footpath with Mars. Directed by the authority of power named as justice and equality.
“One day, having noticed my covetous gaze, he presented me with a tiny golden pendant of my own-two bees entwined together around a tiny honeycomb. It glistened in the sun light, so rich and burnished that I thought the minute drop of honey would melt and slide away in the heat.”
Daedalus gives Ariadne a gift. ~ Ariadne Page 7, by Jennifer Saint.
Watercolor by Hudley Flipside
A reflection on Pluto in Aquarius … prose, experience and the imagination.
“What exactly is a computer chip?
A computer chip is a packaged set of electronic circuits printed onto a thin, circular wafer made of the element silicon, one of the most abundant elements in the earth’s crust. These electronic circuits work with the help of transistors, which serve as tiny switches that turn an electrical current on or off. These operations are the basis for all modern computing.”
“What are the 7 functions of the heart? The heart plays the following roles in the human body:
Pumping oxygenated blood into other body parts. Circulating hormones and other essential substances to different parts of the body. Receiving oxygen-poor blood and pumping it into the lungs for oxygenation, transporting waste products from the body. Maintaining blood pressure.”
The new Prometheus
A computer chip
Our Heart pumps blood.
A novel
Our technology
Life for all.
“Frankenstein’s Monster:
By degrees I made a discovery of still greater moment. I found that these people possessed a method of communicating their experience and feelings to one another by articulate sounds. I perceived that the words they spoke sometimes produced pleasure or pain, smiles or sadness, in the minds and countenances of the hearers. This was indeed a godlike science, and I ardently desired to become acquainted with it.”
~ Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, Frankenstein
I remember one rainy night when a storm was brewing overhead. My computer was turned off, yet the room lit up as thunder broke close to our car. I stood in the dark room at that moment and witnessed my computer turn on without a password. I saw my husband’s yahoo emails open up and I saw much more before my gaze. I walked over and pulled the plug. It went dark as the room and the storm rumpled past us.
Was it only a surge of electricity that ran through my computer that night? Electricity animates many things and gives life.
“It’s not the love you make. It’s the love you give.” ~ Nikola Tesla
I am studying the astrological effects that Pluto in Aquarius will have on humanity and the world. I read a lot about the underworld, technology, transformation and even the word rebellion.
I think back upon Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley’s Novel, Frankenstein. I realize the same old idea has haunted me from the get-go. Who’s soul did Frankenstein’s monster have?
A computer chip, a human heart all needs energy or electricity for life. Be it in a story or on the computer I am using now or my heart that is beating.
I remember a dream I had years ago, and I learned in my dream that Pluto Loves Persephone.
All this foresight, astrology and science and I find the word “Love” lacking.
As though electricity flowing through everything is incapable of love?
Maybe we are approaching a time when we see that love is electricity. If we become aware of it as it is flowing into our unconscious and shadowy places, and into those endlessly created computer chips.
I have solved my mystery. The Modern Prometheus is a higher level of love and if electrify is fast, it is also explosive, it is also hot and gives of itself freely.
As the dear Monster observed,
“This was indeed a godlike science, and I ardently desired to become acquainted with it.”
“The electrical stimulus travels down through the conduction pathways and causes the heart’s ventricles to contract and pump out blood. The 2 upper chambers of the heart (atria) are stimulated first and contract for a short period of time before the 2 lower chambers of the heart (ventricles).”
Intellect is so valuable but now comes the time of the heart brain.
I am observing bees outside my window and see that in a way they live the perfect life. They work and collect nectar. They transform it into form and home and community. They can change their sex if need be. This is the best symbol of electricity based on love.
Still the individual bees are important. Still the soul, spirit and psyche are there. To learn and grow.
“Dionysos…deep amethyst, crimson and wine-dark red, emerald and lapis…lavish velvets and brocades, the rich fur of a wildcat and the delicate warmth of the flower’s petal…He is the sap that bleeds from the tree and the golden viscosity of the gift of the mother bees—honey.”
~ Aguilar, A. Marina. Alchemy of The Heart: The Sacred Marriage of Dionysos & Ariadne. Chiron Publications. Kindle Edition.
In Greek religion, the staff was carried by the votaries of Dionysus. Euripides wrote that honey dripped from the thyrsos staves that the Bacchic maenads carried. The thyrsus was a sacred instrument at religious rituals and fêtes.
Light and shadow magic comes to visit at different times in life.
The wind was strong and pushed over my angel solar light. I just got home from shopping as I was looking up at Jupiter and the waxing moon.
I have been changing my routines a bit. I go shopping at dusk now and take my showers in the morning or in the middle of the day.
Taking morning walks is something different too.
When I saw the angel at an angle, I ran to fix it when I noticed the shadow playing on the wall behind it.
I said aloud, “A Ghost Mantis holding a Thyrsus.”
I will let the angel be.
I took a picture and played with the image on Adobe Photo Express.
“There are two things’ children should get from their parents: roots and wings.”
~ Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
“E: I have already uttered the words, The image that I saw was crimson, fiery colored, a gleaming gold. The voice that I heard was like distant thunder, like the wind rearing in the forest, like an earthquake. It was not the voice of my old God. It was a thunderous pagan roar, a call my ancestors knew but which I have never heard. It sounded prehistoric, as if from a forest on a distant coast; it rang with all the voices of the wilderness. It was full of horror yet harmonic.”
Pg. 237 [v.6] C.G. Jung The Black Books.
As a student of esoteric studies, and lay person of depth psychology, I learned about our vital bodies. We have our physical body, our vital body and our desire and mind body. Four bodies superimposed on us as we are awake living our lives.
At night, I have learned, when we go to sleep something amazing happens to us. Our desire and mind bodies disengage from our physical and vital bodies. All bodies are connected by sturdy life threads. Life sustaining.
It is at this time in sleep the physical body is free from desire body and mind body engagement so the vital body can heal our physical body. The mind and desire bodies float above us like balloons on long strings as the vital body does its healing panacea. Assimilating, regenerating, and eliminating is the work of our vital body.
We are like trees, often unconscious, reaching deep with our roots into our earth mother and reaching up to the sun and the cosmos bringing in sunlight. This is when we learn about the wonderful relationship we have with other planets. But mostly our bodies recover from the damage incurred throughout the day by simply living our life.
Having Covid-19 I have experienced the powerful work of my own vital body. It is so important to sleep when one has Covid-19.
It was hard to sleep for me. The pain, the fever, the fear was overwhelming. Yet when I did, I felt like a tree and the power work of sleeping happened. Waking up many times as if I went for a swim. And after such nights when I did sleep, I felt better.
Once I experienced a kaleidoscope of coughing over and over with visions of myself… it was how the world outside of me and inside of me merged. There was a battle going on. And for those of us who shared this battle you know this experience as well.
“The vital body, on the other hand, has no other interest than the preservation of the dense vehicle. By way of the spleen, it specializes the colorless solar energy which pervades space, and by some strange chemical process transforms it into a vital fluid of a beautiful pale rose color, sending it along every nerve and fiber of the body. The vital body ever aims to husband the energy it has stored in the dense body. It is constantly concerned in rebuilding the tissues when they are broken down and destroyed by the powerful onslaughts of the rampant desire body.”
~ THE VITAL BODY BY MAX HEINDEL
The spleen is the largest organ of the lymphatic system. Located in the upper left region of the abdominal cavity, the spleen’s primary function is to filter blood of damaged cells, cellular debris, and pathogens such as bacteria and viruses. Like the thymus, the spleen houses and aids in the maturation of immune system cells called lymphocytes. Lymphocytes are white blood cells that protect against foreign organisms that have managed to infect body cells. Lymphocytes also protect the body from itself by controlling cancerous cells. The spleen is valuable to the immune response against antigens and pathogens in the blood.
Having all the vaccines I chose not to get the PAXLOVID. I don’t do well with side effects.
At this time of the year the veil between the living and the dead is so thin. Dreams are intense yet with Covid-19 my mind is weak. Yet last night I do remember the end of my dream.
I was in a large, lovely field. Maybe the place of my ancestors, Cornwall, England. It was dusk or maybe the sun was just rising. A slight mist was in the air. I was waiting to catch the vampires. I got to see them outside of my body. We stood there all looking at each other and aware.
I saw at least three or four hovering, lingering in this vast open field. I was there to conquer them.
I awoke.
Today I feel much better. I only share the feelings left of a body that battled and won. A sore back and chest. A sore throat that once was tight with heat. And then signs of a cold are slowly disappearing. Fatigued but here to live another day.
I think of all the cowboy fights I watch on my favorite show Gunsmoke. Right after a fight of getting his ass kicked, a cowboy walks up into the bar and orders a whiskey. Then powers it down, walks out and gets on his horse and rides away. No problem!
Reb Kittredge:
I ran into a little trouble this morning. I had to leave my horse back up the trail.
Rita:
If I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, I’d say you still had him with you.
“The Greek god Dionysos was dismembered into countless pieces by persecutory enemies, the Titans. Yet he remained a figure of many guises and pursuits. He was called the Divided/Undivided, the Loosener, the Lord of Souls, the Lord of Wild Beasts. His realm was outside the conventional constraints of the city; his dances took place on hillsides near woodlands. In the city he ruled the theater, both comic and tragic.”
~ Hillman, James. The Force of Character: And the Lasting Life . Random House Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.
On Monday, a NASA spacecraft will deliberately slam into an asteroid called Dimorphos. The Double Asteroid Redirection Test mission, or DART, aims to see if this kind of kinetic impact can help deflect an asteroid posing a threat to Earth.
Dimorphos is a small asteroid moonlet orbiting the near-Earth asteroid Didymos. The asteroid system poses no threat to Earth, NASA officials have said, making it a perfect target to test out a kinetic impact — which may be needed if an asteroid is ever on track to hit Earth.
Now for names, mythology and more including our psyche. I understand the scientific need to join with other countries to protect this planet. Yet I also feel the need to question how this will affect us too. I am happy to say it is a “mixed blessing,” or “swiftness and cunning,” and “dual-formed.” I am amazed how well this all addresses the wonder of a profound mystery. A lovely one I am beholding to.
Didymos
Didymos was a mythological Greek hero from Athens. One day, while attempting to perform a sacrifice to the god Dionysus, a white dog snatched the sacrificial animal from him.
Didymos went on to create the Garden of Kynosarges in honor of the dog’s swiftness and cunning. He later built a temple in honor of Heracles, his mother Alcmene, and his nephew Iolaus.
The Garden of Kynosarges was a garden located outside the city of Athens, Attica, Greece during the 5th century BC.
Dimorphos
So Dionysos is an ambivalent deity (one of his cult epithets is dimorphos, ‘dual-formed’). He is associated with the seasons, the unruliness and vitality of unchecked growth, the cyclical rebirth of green vegetation, but also with the danger present in all of this. Wine, Dionysos’ gift to humankind, is a mixed blessing. It promotes social bonding but can be destructive if drunk undiluted or in excess.
No one can really possess a symbolic object since the prime function of symbolism is not accumulation and retention, but communication by way of exchange.
~ de Riencourt, Amaury. Woman and Power in History .
~ Honeyglen Publishing Limited. Kindle Edition.
A reading and understanding from both of Carl Jung’s Red and Black Books…
A journey after reading a random pick from Jung’s Black Books. During these disturbing times I often seek council with these living books of wonder.
While reaching from Jung’s Red Book a note fell to the ground and it said,
“The Gift of Magic.”
I was following through with Jung’s commentary after reading his Black Book. I was amazed by the depth of the commentary which is about Magic.
I am surprised by the beauty of these living books. I started to read all the commentary pertaining to this random subject in his Red Book. It is a story which answered many things for me while also somehow including my life. Reading the references and commentary is the best.
Jung Black Books: Random pick of paragraph from [v.4]
S. Are you sending me away?
I. I’m sending you away. You must not be far from me. But give to me out of your fullness, not your longing.
I cannot satisfy your poverty just as you cannot still my longing. If your harvest is rich, send me some fruit from your garden. If you suffer from abundance, I will drink from the brimming horn of your joy.
I know that will be a balm for me. I can satisfy myself only at the table of the satisfied, not the meager crumbs of those who yearn and desire. I will not steal my payment.
– Pg. 253 [v.4] (126/127).
126. The subject of this sentence was replaced by “We fetched.” (ibid)
127. For Jung’s commentary on this entry, see LN {Red Book}, pg. 439-40.
Red Book.
“Well, all you will do is laugh anyway. So why should I tell you anything? It would be if everything were buried with me. It can always be rediscovered later. It will never be lost to humanity since magic is reborn with each and every one of us.”
– Pg. 313
“You know, the wisdom of things to come; there fore you are old, oh so very ancient, and just as you tower above me in years, so you tower above the present in futurity and the length of your past is immeasurable. You are legendary and unreachable. You were and will be, returning periodically.
Your wisdom is invisible, your truth is unknowable, entirely untrue in any given age and yet true in all eternity, but you pour out living waters from which the flowers of your garden bloom, a starry water, a dew of the night.
– 148/149 pg. 316
“What do you need. You need men for the sake of small things, since everything greater and the greatest thing is in you. Christ spoiled men, since he taught them that they can be saved only by one, named him, the Son of God, and ever since men have been demanding the greater things from others, especially their salvation; and if a sheep gets lost somewhere, it accuses the shepherd.
You are a man, and you prove that men are not sheep, since you look after the greatest in yourself and hence fructifying water-flows into you garden from inexhaustibly jugs.”
…
I will continue to study this yet this is enough for now.
“But, suddenly, I viddied that thinking was for the gloopy ones and that the oomny ones use like inspiration and what Bog sends; for now it was lovely music that came to my aid. There was a window open with a stereo on, and I viddied right at once what to do…”
Alex: A Clockwork Orange, Book Anthony Burgess; Film Stanley Kubrick
You know how picky kitties are. So, I have been unlucky. Maybe a small box here and there. Cleaning up kitty barf is often a strong biological rebellion that lets me know something is wrong with the food. Bravely I am stepping out of my cave to places I have avoided … Smart & Final off Milton is one such place.
And though I noticed they no longer play songs over their PA…. Today I had a strange experience! Yes, a strange note or two of weird synchronicities. Usually happening at times when one is drifting. Like me! It is throwing an anchor down time. Similar to editing, anchoring a graphic image on Adobe Premiere Pro. Animation, motion, and a focus in.
And then it came like the big bright bird of pure crystal roundabout meaning. Moments of a song burst loudly over Smart & Final’s PA. A moment that brings my ears, heart, and lips a humming.
“Let the stormy clouds chase.
Everyone from the place
Come on with the rain
I’ve a smile on my face!”
Yes, that song from the film A Clockwork Orange anchored me from drifting. Aligning me with my opus again.
Then silence, only the clatters of the supermarket’s mundane sounds of customers shopping.
Singing In the Rain was the one song that changed my life years ago … how is this possible to hear it for only a moment today as I randomly searched for Friskies Seafood Sensations Adult Cat Dry Food, with Vitamins?
Then at 19 and now at 64… “for now it was lovely music that came to my aid.”
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