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’?”

delicious good

You walk into your home to find a couple you don’t know sitting in your living room, eating a slice of cake. Tell us what happens next…

I listened to and knew the song that was playing in the room. There before me were two men, one of the men reminded me of Timothy Leary. Between them on a small wooden table was a cake. It was a large white cake with colorful candies on top that slowly changed into a round bowl filled with many-colored candies, no wait… pills… red, blue, yellow, and black.

I had walked into a psychedelics party. Then one of the men said,

“Hello there Holly, I see you are coming back to us, honey!”

“Yes” said Timothy. “It seems you were lost somewhere other than here in this room.”

The two men still seemed strange to me. I told them I did not want any more of the pill candy. They looked at each other.

“You have had enough sister!”

“We opened up some crazy stuff from yon unconscious and wrote it all down for you in this funny looking red book you brought us, sweetie!”

“You did, why?”

“Ah look at that? Maybe a cup of tea will bring you back to us!!”

The little red book was half the size of a paperback book that you see at most libraries. I put it to my nose, and it smelled like earth, rain and I could not put a name to the other smell. I opened the book, and it was filled with images, words, and poems. One of the images was of a floating woman. Her hands were raised up and she was doing cartwheels through space. I then became that woman. I was flying over the eye of a tornado and said to myself,

“It is so peaceful up here. I know it is not the same down there.”

Someone grabbed my hand. I was sipping on some warm tea. I grasped the teacup in my hands. I drank it all down. The sugar on the bottom was delicious, good.

The two men smiled at me, while one said,

“Holly, it is all ok. Everything is just fine!!”

“Hello there… it is good seeing you two again!”

If you don’t know the song,
If you can’t put the words to the tune,
Tell the rhyme from the reason,
What should it matter
To the fool or the dreamer?
~ Moody Blues

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Shri Yantra

“There is a popular folk saying in India that without shakti Shiva is a corpse.”

Quote Taken from The Once & Future Goddess by Elinor W. Gadon

Sumerian Proverb

Divine symbols of the goddess Ishtar (star) and the god Sin (moon).

In a city without watchdogs,

The fox is the overseer.

http://www.theepochtimes.com/news/7-4-11/53951.html

Moon Warning Mantis Style!!

Dark, deep and deliberate.

The call of the Holy Grail.

The last slap by the Femme Fatale of winter.

You can find yourself or your creative self or

long-lost love!!

Hear the pull a sucking sound? Feel the pull inward, a crazy fruitful feeling. This is a time of being pulled in. Blame it on the solar system. A time to get pregnant, a time to consider those feelings you have been ignoring. We are being seduced by forces stronger than we will ever know!!

The gibbous waning moon is in Scorpius today, February 24, and this is causing a really unbelievable maximizing sucking action. WOW! The moon is disrobing and is about to jump into the ocean of Neptune. A riptide pulls her in towards a new moon, towards Pisces on March 1st and the 2nd. Venus and Pluto are only enjoying this love affair with our unconscious mind…a good show!!

The sun comes in to break up the party and the moon steps out of her Lilith encounter. March and Spring are on the way after this inward journey.

So, prepare yourselves. If not, I suggest a lot of Maker’s Mark to kill the pain because this dame is going to ask you who you are, and if you don’t tell her, she will tell you, herself…up close too…pretty good work for a pushy dame!!

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‘De trop’,no way !

KAREN: I guess at this point I am what the French call ‘de trop?’

BILL: (smiles) Maybe just a little around the edges.

~ All About Eve

Either you repeat the same conventional doctrines everybody is saying, or else you say something true, and it will sound like it is from Neptune.

~ Noam Chomsky

The sciences are a good thing. Rover on Mars looking back at the Earth is amazing. Yet reading Dante Alighieri’s biography I find that he studied liberal arts courses,

“Which offered Latin, geometry, arithmetic, astronomy (actually astrology) and music was to be passionately attached all his life.”

During the Middle Ages science, art and music were not separate as they are today. With astrology, the planets affect us. Now I wonder how our Earth affects those on Mars or the other planets in our solar system?

My point being is that science is a very bare bones reality where all its theories are well supported, at least enough to go to other planets via technology.

I feel what makes Dante so special to me is that he is the perfect person who, at one time, brought together science, art, and music. He is the perfected human being who shows us that having a soul is part of the human equation of being, and with an honest spirit humanity inspires to know all the stratosphere of human nature.

We are accountable for ourselves in a divine way. A highly creative solution to the problem of humanity!!! Humor included as Mr. Dante is no fool on this matter!!

Oldest son is just starting a physics course today at the local university. We often debate what is real and what is illusion, as two Gemini our Mercury fires up with heated dialogue.

And then there is Neptune. I love Neptune, the color and mystery of its round luminosity. I hear this week Mercury goes retrograde right into the belly of Neptune, astrologically speaking of course.

The week ahead is a time to feel. As Luna waxes strong into Valentine’s Day, it is a time of a kind of inner pregnancy of feelings; it may be a delightful time if we do not anally analyze too much.

I have decided to do the tango with Mercury, Luna, and Neptune this week…a threesome may be fun!! I will go with the flow, dance sweet and low and get it on the go.

Until next time … fin

OF

Alfred E. Neuma

The last couple of days and nights have been a challenge. Now that Neptune is shooting it straight, stumbling upon an old magazine friend seems àpropos I suppose.

A Special Collector’s MAD PICS, Our Greatest Spoofs Of All Time!

I eyeballed it many times before I tossed it on the groceries. Laughing to myself I felt a delicious moment take me over. From my gloom I fell into an ol’ addiction and the jolts of humor vibrating from my belly. I was a naughty little girl again. From “the usual gang of idiots” a selection of features from Mad Magazine over the years is presented in this special edition. One of my favorites is included.

Who Knows What Evils Lurk In The Hearts Of Men? The Shadow Knows…Dave Clark’s pick.

What really got me dancing around the room like an idiot was the mistake I found in a sentence. Can you imagine?

A “big Wig” Time Home entertainment Magazine with a mistake under a well-loved Mad Magazine cartoon, shit dogs!!!!

It was the bliss of all blisses to me.

Buy it, steal it from a friend or read it at the local Smart and Final store. It is on page 17. The creator of The Shadow Knows, Sergio Aragones, writes a little essay of his pick for this magazine too. His selection is A Mad Look At Other Uses for Live Lobsters. Yes under this cartoon is the bad grammar. One can go to the first inside cover page and explore the vast editors and publishing idiots. I was smiling like everyone’s fool. Yes it was a good time to be had. A mocking mockery to all the anal editors, professors and middle school teachers that think perfection is really a solution to anything worth a damn. I mock myself too for caring too much about what they think!!

His “Lobster” article is one of my favorites and I smile ever time I have a steamed one on a plate in front me, relieved that it is in no condition to cause the kind of damage a Porges creature is capable of.
~Sergio Aragones

Yup the word you are looking for is….. OF.

hahahah..now on to Simone de Beauvoir…

Saturn is a hermaphrodite!!

November 2017

“The World represents the ultimate in individual achievement. It is symbolized by a naked, dancing figure, a hermaphrodite”

~ The Saturn / Pluto Phenomenon by Joy Michand

Over reading this. I think the monster may have been Pluto. Saturn in a female form and Pluto in his ugliest! Now working through both and listening to their stories. I am in awe of both of their transformational abilities. Within us they help us to balance our hermaphrodite natures. I think the war happening in our current American culture is a force to be reckoned with. Male and female wise…. that is!

I am studying and reading about Saturn: the mythology, history, archetypal, astrological; and even jumped into some depth psychology and esoteric merging. Saturn could be a God or a Goddess because through meditation he reveals to me himself, as her, that looked and spoke a lot like Lana Turner.

Lana Turner is a strong-willed dame that is morally together. She does not jump fences for men and knows herself. She is accountable, beautiful, smart and karma incarnate. Saturn manifesting himself as Miss Turner in my imagination is good.

My dream embraces a different aspect of Saturn than from my walking imagination. I found myself in a dark horror film. Blood and gore galore heightened my awareness. Dark opaque shiny metal and a large pool table caught my attention. A monster had already taken and killed three of my friends. I looked across the pool table and a light above was moving back and forth.

I grabbed a large katana blade and was swinging it around and around back and forth. I was keeping the monster from me. I heard the knife through the air and looked at his massive body. His shadow was darker still over the pool table. The monster’s head was black as death might be. No head. Terrified, I awoke.

My eyes opened to the thought that I had to post this to help me understand what I was seeing in this dark dream. I think it was Saturn’s shadow. Now together with Miss Turner I now know I am dealing with a God / Goddess. a hermaphrodite.

A dialogue with my shadow and the moist earth.

Egg sandwich with burnt bacon… !!

“I have come to learn how to use power in the right way,”

I asked him?

He replied,

“Use it only with great responsibility and compassion,”

And he held out his hand to me and smiled.

~ Pg. 5, Joy Michand The Saturn Pluto Phenomenon.

Shadow is pulling while the moist earth is whispering, there is a polarity for my attention today.

“Refrain from giving too much,” said the cool breeze!

As women who no longer bleed…we tend to write, heal and serve too much!

Shadow with head held high and wearing a sly grin said this to me,

“We must attend to the ways of the world girly girl! Defend yourself, draw your lines and fly the finger when someone cuts you off on the road while driving….”

“Oh yes shadow I remember doing that. We thought about tattooing my finger with a big praying mantis with a crown on her head. Look at the queen mantis you….”

“Then the moist breeze embraced me saying, “Take time, slow down and turn your back to the ways of the world. Feel the rain on your tongue!!”

“Whispering moist earth, I hear your love that heals me. I will not give so much time to my blog writing. I will attend to writing alone and will not share as much…!!”

“No not at all and for a while, until you complete what you have to do at home now!!”

“OK….”

Happy Birthday John Lennon …and to the Ford Falcon where I learned this song…8 track-tape.

Saturn in Scorpio

When I think about the continuity of life I don’t think of humanity as much of a continuity of things. We are puffs in the wind compared to the planets in our solar system. Astrology is based on this continuity of life. It is part of us physically like modern-day science but also much more. My example begins with a book.

It is a book in my secret bookcase behind the computer desk. It holds chess books and esoteric books. The other day while cleaning I opened the door to this bookcase. I unconsciously reached for a book and put it down on the table where I put books that I am currently reading.

I then began to read it. I am amazed on what it says to me now. I researched online to study the planet Saturn. I am amazed to find that Saturn was moving into the sigh of Scorpio. There is more to this story. Saturn rules the sign Capricorn while Neptune rules Scorpio and tomorrow the opposite is happening. We find Saturn in Scorpio and Neptune in Capricorn. (October 5th)

The book I reached for is called The Saturn Pluto Phenomenon by Joy Michand & Karen Hilverson.

So what does this all mean?

Oktoberfest is on the horizon…

Dedicated to Humulus lupulus the mighty holy plant of the earth and she is anything but evil..!!!

I promised that I would atone now for a week until the autumnal equinox. This is the time of Tannhauser. What I share here is not from me but an offering to the mighty mysteries of life.

“I directed my eyes as was her pleasure,

And saw one hundred little spheres,

which from their

Mutual rays were fairer still together.

I stood like one who stifles in himself

The sharp thrust of desire and does not dare

To ask, for fear he might be asking too much.

And the largest and most luminous

Of those pearls came forward to satisfy

My curiosity concerning it.”

~ XXII Paradiso Pg. 86 The Divine Comedy by Dante

Move lungs beating heart

The End

8: 14 Come away, my lover, and be like a gazelle or like a young stag on the spice-laden mountain.

~ Solomon’s Song of Songs Beloved

Heart

In college I always confronted the linear perspective. I would look to the center of everything naturally and then head backwards.

“Centering” in the busy midst of a mercurial life. Hestia reminds Hermes that alone he has no focus to his vision: it’s all peripheral.

~ James Hillman; Kinds of Power

Weaving back and forth is the only way to read Song of Songs. I start with the center and then the end then go to the beginning… the focal point or the heart is always the way to understand sacred images, texts or art.

Focus

The middle

5: 21 Beloved, slept but my heart was awake. Listen! My lover is knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.”

~ Solomon’s Song of Songs Beloved

Solomon’s Song of Songs holds a creation-nature- motif and it is not about the beginning or end, it is in the process of in-between. This is not procrastination it is action undefined and moving. It is nonlinear. It moves as blood throughout our bodies: move lungs beating heart and it goes around and around. It jumps between Leo and Virgo then flies over to Pisces and is rammed by Aries. Here we backtrack our footprints to our sun sign our heart our focal point. Another word for this is retrospection.

Footprints

Beginning

1: 2-3 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth for your love is more delightful than wine. Pleasing is the fragrance of your perfumes; your name is like perfume poured out. No wonder the maidens love you!

~ Solomon’s Song of Songs Beloved

The three pictures are taken in my backyard with my little amazing hand-held Sony camera…

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