The highest court of our land is making it impossible for women to care for their own bodies. When women are deflowered or devalued it is time to look at the other sex… the male, especially all conservative moronic males, and their bitches…. Time to address their sperm and ask the big question,
“If a man gets a woman pregnant without the holy affirming blessing of the great Baubo herself, then off with his balls, or head … whichever. What do you think about that justice?”
– A Flopside Comic- crew rhetorical question !
Over the last few years I have worked with the image, ideal, psychology, mythology or biology of Baubo.
We on crew made a FLopside cOmic awhile back with my art.
“A gentleman with the mad soul of an Irish convict poet’: remembering Chris Bailey, and the blazing comet that was The Saints.”
~John Willsteed
“the world beyond, where men are whole and complete, unlike here. The saint’s halo also characterizes his transcendent shining light, his psychic being.”
Rendering of the band The Saints. Hudley Flipside, 2010.
Happy I bought tickets to see the reformed Saitns this November in Southern California. Autumn 2025.
The author reflects on their deep connection to the band The Saints, particularly after the death of Chris Bailey. They express grief for both Bailey and the passage of time over the decades.
The band has been a part of their life journey, leading to discovering a sense of belonging among misfits and a punk community. The author connects their experiences with Bailey’s life timeline, moving from youth to adulthood.
In their grief, they turn to the works of Carl Jung for solace, recalling insights from The Black Books.
I call it random reading. I read from the last paragraph, allowing my mind to wander freely within the words. The intuitive response is amazing to me, as each reading seems to unearth memories and thoughts I had long buried.
Encouraging action also flows from this process, inspiring me to take bold steps forward. So, with this so much is shared, whether it’s with friends or in solitude, and I am content to move on past my grief, cherishing the lessons learned along the way.
Into a new season of life, knowing that, life endures and blossoms in unexpected ways… this gives me hope like finding the Sun, illuminating the path ahead and igniting a renewed sense of purpose within me!
“In this moment the enormous tension was released and like rain it swept away [57/58] everything that was tensed, too highly strung. And soon sleep returned and brought with it a curiously beautiful image.” {138}
(p.162) The Black Books, Volume Two, Carl Jung
“Forms walked clad in white silk in a colored atmosphere. Each surrounded by a strangely fragrant, glowing tinted aura, some reddish, the others blueish and greenish.” {139}
{138} “This paragraph was replaced in LN by “Then I had a second vision.”
Picture.. reversed. Picture by Judi Dransfield Kuepper.
Chris Bailey “a curiously beautiful image”
The Saints (Barry Francis, Ivor Hay, Janine Hall, Bruce Callaway, Chris Bailey) at The Hero of Waterloo, Sydney. 1980. Picture by Judi Dransfield Kuepper. Image taken from an article by John Willsteed. Link Below.
“Jung recounted this dream to Aniela Jaffé and commented upon it as follow: This is some kind of in-between realm (the term definitely occurs in the original version of the dream) The idea was that if one is confronted with the shadow- as was the case through the experience of Siegfried’s dream then the idea comes:
I enter into a twilight: I am this and yet also something else. And this doubleness an abdication of the unconscious, which reached strangely far beyond me.
Like a saint’s halo- This has a strange effect on the attitude toward the human being.
If one is in the company of several persons, and one knows them and knows about their shadows, one then sees these people as they are, but are also something entirely different. They are surrounded by a strange sphere.
They live in a strange, light-colored sphere, which circumscribes their ‘other’ state. This seemed to me to be like a vision of the world beyond, where men are whole and complete, unlike here. The saint’s halo also characterizes his transcendent shining light, his psychic being.”
{139} (MP, p. 170)
The reminder of this entry was replaced in LN by “I know, I have stridden across the depths. Through guilt I have become newborn.” (p.162) Carl Jung’s Black Books. Volume two page 175-6.
I am on a journey with Rabbit or Hare. She appeared last night on the kitchen table. A large shadow in her shape.
“Light in the darkness, concealed wisdom, arcane information, intuition and the Goddess”
~ The Element Encyclopedia of Secret Signs and Symbols / Adele Nozedar
Earlier, I remember looking up into the night sky to see the Pleiades above the house. I saw the waxing crescent in place blocking me from seeing the seven sisters. I looked again to see a night star next to the moon. It was not a planet. I checked my sky map. The brilliance with a foggy haze made the night seem altered in some mystical way.
Nanabozho
So close to Easter I am a little amazed Hare came to visit. I cleaned my kitchen table off and put up my happy bunny on the table. I will make this Hare’s place! Honoring the presence of this shape shifting, sometime androgynous, multiple symbolic and multi-geophysical spirit.
Three Hares joined at the ears and running in a circle. terriwindling.com
I am waiting to see what story she is sharing with me. A newness, a new awareness comes forth. This is good news.
A note!!! I had a picture with my kitty and a Easter Lily . I took it down and got rid of the flower . I did not know !
“All parts of the Easter lily plant are poisonous – the petals, the leaves, the stem and even the pollen. Cats that ingest as few as one or two leaves, or even a small amount of pollen while grooming their fur, can suffer severe kidney failure.” I did not know ? Never had an issue but out it goes.
“There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in..” ~Leonard Cohen.
Just wanted to reflect on this! I was talking with a friend about the drink “Kykeon” that is contained in the Kantharos bowl or large cup. Which contained “mainly of water, barley, and naturally occurring substances… wine, goat cheese or even pennyroyal! A psychoactive compounded brew.”
“The butterfly teaches us to not be afraid of change and transformation for, as warm and fuzzy as a caterpillar may be, it is the butterfly that lives fully and beautifully after having endured the fear and darkness of the unknown to reach the light outside the cocoon.”
~ Pg. 178, SUN BEAR.
Sharing and setting limitations.
I had two dreams last night where my animus was most distinctly attracting my curiosity. I was offered delicious food which I did not have to go shopping for or cook. Then in another dream I was kissed on the neck and lips gently as in some film noir by a man who looked like Tyrone Power. My animus, the unconscious masculine side of a woman, was asking for attention.
I am listening!
Then awake from the dream world enjoying the morning, I was outside with the cats in my garden. A lovely butterfly came with the usual circle dance up to me from the west. I was focused on the symbol of spring as were my cats. Thinking it was a bit early for such a transformation to happen.
I went back into my cave and did research.
I pulled out two books; The Once & Future Goddess, A Symbol For Our Time by Elinor W. Gandon (1989) and Dancing with the Wheel The Medicine Wheel, Workbook by SUNBEAR (1991).
As always, I learned new things about art, nature and being in tune with a moments time of learning, is so important,synchronicity wise.
“Raven writes about what a courageous act of self-exposure it is for a woman to positively identify herself with her work and say something that challenges the existing and prevailing worldview. When she expresses herself without the support of a social, economic, and cultural base she has not participated in the mainstream of the culture. “The culture does not operate from her perspective. Her contribution has neither spoken to it, nor been understood by that system,” which is just what happened to Judy Chicago…
An energetic, assertive woman freely in touch with her own sexuality, and working directly from the erotic power, Chicago evolved an abstract form, the butterfly-vagina. This symbol was to become the core of her new iconography in The Dinner party, a monumental and complex work of art that is often misunderstood…
“The idea is obviously not to reduce all women to cunts, as society itself often does. [Chicago] sees the butterfly as metaphysical references to the whole issue of that it means to be ‘feminine,’ how that word reveals the slant in our values and how those values can be challenged by using the vernacular imagery of the female, ‘I was struggling with the issue of making the feminine holy.’ ”
Pg. 322 The RE-EMERGENCE OF THE GODDESS: A SYMBOL OF OUR TIME.
Arlene Raven (Arlene Rubin: July 12, 1944, Baltimore, Maryland – August 1, 2006, Brooklyn, New York) was a feminist art historian, author, critic, educator, and curator. Raven was a co-founder of numerous feminist art organizations in Los Angeles in the 1970s.
“Write in recollection and amazement for yourself.”
-Jack Kerouac
Books tell us things about introverts and then computers came along, the internet and social media. The shy ones broke free. People tell me that they cannot use Zoom because they don’t have a computer. I see as they communicate on Facebook or Instagram. Applications go anywhere and there too. These are just the basics too.
Having a kitchen full of projects cooking on the back burner I like to stop and reflect.
7: When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy?
It came to my focus outside and was made from a drip on water. I looked upon the water stars in the pool. Looking like shooting stars these patterns of the water are remarkable to look at. I authored a poem or two about them before. A natural pattern of repetition, often bringing forth ancient symbols that show up throughout antiquity.
Outside in my garden by Hudley
Before the internet or computers or social media or Ancient Aliens and all the characters who we know so well now. I had to go to the library and look up books in a catalog. During the search for understanding I flowered towards an esoteric path. I went back to college. I studied strange and interesting sacred texts.
Yet between ufology and my religiosity I never understood what I did experience. Was it a UFO experience, was it an initiation, or was it my psyche reaching up from my unconscious to become conscious? Can it all be explained by a mathematical equation based on artificial intelligence? Maybe differential equations?
31: Canst thou bind the sweet influences of Pleiades, or loose the bands of Orion?
It happened at home where I grew up. It was in the boy’s room. A place that was once an old garage converted into a place for the guys in my family to play pool, sleep and just be. It was beholding to an old player piano that was haunted by my grandmother. What I liked best about the room was the sound of the rain on the rooftop or the wind and when it howled outside.
As time passed it became a forgotten room. When visiting my parents in my teens I would sleep there on the ground in a sleeping bag. Sometimes to escape an often-challenging world I had become part of.
It was a night like this when I awoke to something tapping on a window from the outside. This was an east window over the hillside. I listened to it for some time. Then in walked a person that invited me to the window.
“Hurry, Hurry there has been a plane crash. We need your help.”
Flying over the San Fernando Valley took only a push from the window to the night sky. We were flying together like Peter Pan and Wendy.
As we approached the airplane crash it seems more of a UFO. A ship that was landed. I was guided towards the door. It opened and there was a small alien being dressed in a white robe with jewels.
A bean of light came from the being to my brain. The being, (what I now understand as downloading but didn’t know then) had many different images, symbols, words, and colors fill my being until I thought I would explode. I can say now the being had a light on my brain and was transferring data.
“Stop, please stop… I cannot take this anymore!”
It stopped and we flew back to the window. I laid down to sleep.
It was much later in life that I found Jacques Vallee and others who help me understand my mythological, scientific, religious or UFO experience.
Getting back to the “patterns of the water … as a natural pattern of repetition, often bringing forth ancient symbols that show up throughout antiquity,”
I can affirm that whatever happened happens often. It is in the simple parts of my life that the downloaded information reveals itself to me. A poem, film Noir, a song, or maybe a friend.
It is not a problem for me anymore but just part of life as knowing things and not knowing why—an intricate dance of understanding and mystery. Of seeing a reflection of a small link of lights from my hearth which often beam across and reflect upon a small circular mirror, creating a mesmerizing display akin to seven bright stars twinkling in the night sky.
These reflections remind me of the lovely jewels known as the Pleiades, a cluster so beautifully scattered across the cosmos that they evoke a sense of wonder and nostalgia, whispering tales of ancient myths and the countless dreams held within their radiant glow.
As I sit in quiet contemplation, the gentle flicker of the flames and the shimmering light create a symphony of warmth and serenity, weaving together the threads of memory, hope, and the endless search for meaning in the universe around me.
“There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars.”
“The unruly vine and ivy, sacred to him, whisper his presence“
Aguilar, A. Marina. Alchemy of The Heart: The Sacred Marriage of Dionysos & Ariadne . Chiron Publications. Kindle Edition.
DETAILS Museum Collection Toledo Museum of Art, Toledo Catalogue No. Toledo 1981.110 Beazley Archive No. N/A Ware Lucanian Red Figure ShapeKrater, Volute Painter Attributed to the Creusa Painter Date ca 380 – 360 B.C. Period Late Classical
Our Earth herself, I believe, longs for communion with her children. A return to the gifts of Dionysos might bring healing to her and to both men and women.
Aguilar, A. Marina. Alchemy of The Heart: The Sacred Marriage of Dionysos & Ariadne . Chiron Publications. Kindle Edition.
“a flash of lightning. Dionysus visible in emerald beauty.”
“Dionysus, Be wise Ariadne.
You have little ears, you have ears like mine. Let some wisdom into them! – Must we not forget first to hate ourself if we are to love ourself ?”
“I am thy labyrinth.”
“Ariadne is known to be the labyrinth”
Pg. 65… Friedrich Nietzsche, Dithyrambs of Dionysus.
The Hieros Gamos or Sacred Marriage was enacted in ancient times between women and this god, resulting in the continuance of life-giving sustenance, and more esoterically, in the completion of woman herself psychologically. Jungian Analytical Psychology explores the idea of sacred marriage as an inward event that matures a person, male and female. For a woman, finding a supportive inner masculine completes and empowers her. Her relationships are based on choice rather than neediness.
Aguilar, A. Marina. Alchemy of The Heart: The Sacred Marriage of Dionysos & Ariadne . Chiron Publications. Kindle Edition.
Ophiuchus (November 30 – December 18th) 13th constellation
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Chiron is a comet, planetoid, or asteroid which is the ruling planet of the zodiac sign Ophiuchus. It is found orbiting between Saturn and Uranus, but its orbit is quite erratic nature.
Asclepius Trained by Chiron.
Rod of Asclepius, staff of Asclepius
The Serpent – entwined Rod (One)
Ophiuchus (November 30 – December 18th) 13th constellation. Even today, the staff of Asclepius – the symbol of the world health organization pays tribute to the constellation Ophiuchus the Serpent Bearer.
In Mythology:
Ophiuchus was associated with Asclepius, the son of the God Apollo. He became a great healer – in part because of an encounter with a snake one day, he saw one snake and resurrected another laying some herbs on it. Zeus names him the serpent bearer.
Chiron:
As she (Koronis (coronis)) was being consumed on her funeral pyre, he (Apollon) snatched her baby (Asklepios, Asclepius) from the fire and took him to the Kentaros. Kheiron (Centaur Chiron) who was raised by him, taught him medicine, and hunting.
Sweet note: Some mistake the Caduceus two snakes and wings above with the one snake on the Rod. It is different. The Caduceus is associated with Mercury and Hermes Trismegistus.
Lyrics
There’s great danger (danger) For the loneliest ranger in town No silver bullets (bullets) Tonto’s split the scene
Next week will solve your problems But now, fish fingers all in a line The milk bottles stand empty Stay glued to your TV set (TV)
There’s great danger (danger) At hand most caped crusader of all No cloak of justice (justice) Robin’s quit the scene
Next week will solve your problems But now, fish fingers all in a line The milk bottles stand empty Stay glued to your TV set (TV)
Stay glued to your TV set (TV) Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (TV) Stay glued to your TV set (TV) Oh, why, don’t ya, don’t ya, don’t ya? (TV) Stay glued to your TV set (TV) (TV) Stay glued to your TV set (TV) Oh, why, don’t ya, don’t ya, don’t ya? (TV) Stay glued to that and your TV set (TV)
Esoteric knowledge is affecting a vast part of our modern culture. Having known this through foresight for years I realize that within our unconsciousness is magic, brightness and truth, directly opposed to a contrary reality, part of our often diabolically troubled world.
Synchronicity, the doppelganger, mystical numbers, and foresight are things I have talked about with my sons as they grew up. Reading Grimm’s fairy tales, watching scary films, other dimensions, and hope, are qualities I have magically graced upon them. They both are scientists and know their math and computers… yet they are still open to mama’s influence.
Recently my son had his best friend over to watch a film. Oldest son is converting his old room into an office for game streaming and my publishing company. Two sons and Sebastian watched Jordan Peele’s film US. (2019 film).
My son told me it was like having “my mama standing right next to me” talking about all the things you always talk about. I have not viewed the film, but I am intrigued because I recently released an image to Jordan’s new horror film coming out next year. Now that is a small, interesting synchronicity.
Oldest Son and Sara Taft California
Also, son told me that the town of Santa Cruz CA is in the film US. He was born in Santa Cruz Ca in 1992.
I think he is part of my often-misunderstood delusional world of foresight. Where art imitates life or life imitates art. This is less about me and more about my son. I don’t really want to see a film that entertains what I experience in real life. Yet I feel bitchin’ that my son and Jordan Peele get it!
This is a sincere response to a post that I put up on an Astrologer’s Facebook site. No reprise from him and then he deleted my post response. Hurt, because I share the pivotal moments or the beginnings of this subject.
Is it because I wrote about other books besides the ones which this astrologer was promoting… who knows? I thought it was worth documenting.
It does not take an expert astrologer or Jungian therapist to understand the profoundly deep connection between astrology and psychology. I am an artist, mystic and layperson on the subject.
As once a probationer and member of the Oceanside California Rosicrucian Fellowship I studied Max Heindel’s book “Message of the Stars.” I also have read and reflected on Carl Jung’s books. “Red Book: Liber Novus” and his recently published “Black Books” are on my bookshelves.
I cannot express the full influence which both Max and Jung’s books have had on me. Both being a part of my life for over 30 years. I made the connection within myself. Yes before Liz’s well researched and authored book.
It is quite remarkable.
Recently through a friend I found out about Liz Green’s book “Jung’s Studies in Astrology” and was amazed to find out that Jung wrote into the very same Oceanside California based Rosicrucian Fellowship in his pursuit of understanding astrology.
The Black Book 5, Carl Jung, 1913 – 1932, Copyright October 2020
It was part of his process in creating the Liber Novus. The Rosicrucian Fellowship has a correspondence course in Astrology. Close to over one hundred years now. Yes, the fellowship still offers the same astrology course.
Historically, it is amazing that Jung wrote into the Fellowship. It is a fact-based story. It is quite overwhelming to me. I somehow knew the connection personally. All facts now presented in Liz’s book. I have posted about this before too. It is important to me.
I enjoy your insight and I agree with you in your professionally written Astrology and Psychotherapy article. I have experienced it firsthand for years. Thank you for sharing.
I use astrology in a creative way. I take Jung’s concept of “Active Imagination” to engage in a relationship with the planets of astrology of our solar system and beyond. Just one reason I know it is an exceptionally good connection to have.
Thank You
Lyrics
It’s so obvious, it’s here, it’s there It’s not just the color, it must be more At least 17 plus 3 score, this is 77 Nearly heaven, it’s black, white and pink
Just think, there’s more to come Hum hum hum hum, it’s so obvious
Well it’s alright, listen, can’t wait for 78 God, those RPM, can’t wait for them Don’t just watch, hours happen Get in there, kid and snap them
Chiron teaches us the philosophical perspective, and the perspective, that our wildness, which may put us outside the status quo, may be our wisdom.”
~ Pg. 88 Tim Lyons Astrology Beyound Ego.
One profound moment I can recall when myth and literature merged in my life started with a long stick, or some call sheath, of fennel and a stencil of Chiron.
“…so, it was left to Heracles to arrange a bargain with Zeus to exchange Chiron’s immortality for the life of Prometheus, who had been chained to a rock and left to die for his transgressions.”
~ Apollodorus, 2.5.4
Santa Monica Mountain Promethean Fennel sheath
They were in opposition to each other for a few years. I sat between them in my living room. Fennel was cut from a plant from my front yard. It stood about as tall as me. As it dries, a thick fennel stick becomes stronger and more resilient.
It rests near my hearth. The Chiron stencil is upon the wall in my living room. Art, I created years ago when my oldest son was young.
Yet there they were. I learned about the mythology that tells a story of Prometheus. He brought fire to humanity in such a fennel stick.
For this sacrifice he was punished and tortured by Zeus. Bound to a rock, and so the story goes.
“Prometheus, it is the logos—that is, knowledge, consciousness, in a word—that lifts man above nature. But this achievement brings him into a tragic position between animal and God. Because of it, he is no longer the child of Mother Nature; he is driven out of paradise, but also, he is no god, because he is still tied inescapably to his body and its natural laws, just as Prometheus was fettered to the rock.
Although this painful state of suspension, of being torn between spirit and nature, has long been familiar to man, it is only recently that woman has really begun to feel the conflict. And with this conflict, which goes hand in hand with increase of consciousness, we come back to the animus that eventually leads to the opposites, to nature and spirit and their harmonization.”
~Jung, Emma. Animus and Anima: Two Essays (pp. 11-12). Spring Publications. Kindle Edition.
As if a secret story was told only to me. I finally comprehended it clearly. I imagined dancing around while holding hands with my two dear friends. I finally stumbled upon a hidden myth that it was Chiron who set Prometheus free.
The day I found this out. My living room bounded with joy. Here in my little living room, I came to understand this mystery! I felt liberated as well in a magical way.
It took me a great deal of time to see this, but there they were in opposition to each other. Yet not them but the struggle was in me. I mused so many imagined ideas. How much longer was it that I also stumbled upon the quote from Percy Bysshe Shelley’s prose from “Prometheus Unbound?” I suddenly read the passage and knew the truth of what I read.
A conversation between the earth and moon. Prose describing the liberation of Prometheus towards the heavens.
Hudley Stencil.
Chiron, in Greek mythology, one of the Centaurs, the son of the Titan Cronus and Philyra, an Oceanid or sea nymph. Chiron lived at the foot of Mount Pelion in Thessaly. Unlike other Centaurs, who were violent and savage, he was famous for his wisdom and knowledge of medicine.
The moment Chiron sets Prometheus free.
The Earth
The joy, the triumph, the delight, the madness!
The boundless, overflowing, bursting gladness,
The vaporous exultation not be confined!
Ha! Ha! the animation of delight
Which wraps me, like an atmosphere of light,
And bears me as a cloud is borne by its own wind.
The Moon
Brother mine, calm wanderer,
Happy globe of land and air,
Some Sprint is darted like a beam from thee,
Which penetrated my frozen frame,
And passes with the warmth of flame,
With love, and odour, and deep melody
Through me through me!
– Percy Bysshe Shelley’s Prometheus Unbound
– 320 _ 330 Prometheus Unbound
I cried. my heart almost leaps out with him towards the heavens. Overjoyed how this all came together. I bear witness to this. Now I share my joy here. To at least know in a creative way, how liberation may be viewed by the earth and the moon. Also, I address humanity … we need to see how precious literature merged with mythology is. To feel it and be inspired. To know the hope, it offers us now!
Now to take this story further. Finding out that I will be working with Uranus, which is now in opposition to Uranus in my birth chart. I am taken down on a path to know Uranus better. To know myself better as well as humanity. I realize as we get older, we all share in this journey. Be it consciously or unconsciously. I want to know Uranus better consciously.
I already know Uranus better than I knew. I stumbled upon a book that made me realize all this time I had a relationship with the Uranian myth through what I have known about Prometheus.
“…the planet Uranus was reflected in the myth of Prometheus: the initiation of radical change, the passion for freedom, the defiance of authority, the act of cosmic rebellion against a universal structure to free humanity of bondage, the urge to transcend limitation, the intellectual brilliance and genius, the element of excitement and risk.
So also Prometheus’s style in outwitting the gods, when he used subtle stratagems and unexpected timing to upset the established order: he, too, was called the cosmic trickster. And the resonant symbol of Prometheus’s fire conveyed at once several meanings—the creative spark, cultural and technological breakthrough, the enhancement of human autonomy, the liberating gift from the heavens, sudden enlightenment, intellectual and spiritual awakening—all which astrologers consider to be connected with the planet Uranus.”
~ Tarnas, Richard. Prometheus the Awakener (pp. 20-21). Spring Publications, Inc. Kindle Edition
Pulmonary hypertension medicines act on the lower esophageal sphincter and cause it to relax thereby increasing the frequency of stomach contents entering the esophagus.
The above quote makes me angry. It seems no matter what doctor I see they want to put me on medicines. I know the side effects cause more problems than the hypertension itself.
Yes, it is natural after menopause, and as a woman gets older, to have high blood pressure.
Since Peri-menopause to after the doctors have been foaming at the mouth to get me on all sorts of drugs with all sorts of terrible side effects.
Some I had to take, and I am still suffering the side effects. The worst being in the throat and esophagus. I have done a few tests, and they looked up me and down me… all around me.
So, they come with an unknown variable. It may be this so we will give you this fucking awful drug that will rape you on the inside. And then I left there. Abandoned to heal from the internal cuts and bloody battle towards sanity.
I look and search for all forms of natural healing which do help sometimes.
It is a balancing act of medicine and holistic focus, and it is frustrating. I am sure I am not alone here.
As in the relationship between dentists to medical doctors. They both point at each other and say,
“Ask him?”
I am my advocate… not the insurance companies.
I believe that some drugs have caused such vast trauma on our bodies, instead of truly healing them.
“…clearly shown that knowledge of the emotional functions of biological energy is indispensable for the understanding of its physical and physiological functions. The biological emotions which govern the psychic processes are themselves the direct expression of a strictly physical energy, the cosmic orgone.”
Reich, Wilhelm. The Function of the Orgasm (p. 2). Farrar, Straus, and Giroux. Kindle Edition.
Orgone is a pseudoscientific concept variously described as an esoteric energy or hypothetical universal life force.
I once had a dream where I was standing in a garden, I touched the big blossom of a flower and then reached out to the sun. I had a massive orgasm.
‘Psychic health depends upon orgiastic potency, i.e., upon the degree to which one can surrender to and experience the climax of excitation in the natural sexual act.”
Reich, Wilhelm. The Function of the Orgasm (p. 6). Farrar, Straus, and Giroux. Kindle Edition.
I have come to believe that what separates us “humanity” from the rest of the living world is this ability to be in a state of ecstasy. Humanity is not in a constant state, and maybe only occasionally. I think the rest of the living world may very well be. In a continual state of flowing ecstasy. My experience felt great, but it was more than as sex act. It was not one. It was being one with the “cosmic orgone.” Yet why define it.
My little spit in the wind theory.
Took me awhile to find The Function of the Orgasm a book from the past to help me understand an experience in our current time.
(Wilhelm Reich, 24 March 1897 – 3 November 1957, An Austrian Doctor of Medicine and Psychoanalyst who studied with Sigmund Freud and Carl Jung.)
I am still studying this and of course it is based on my illness yet maybe someone who may read this may get some relief too.
The trauma still holds to my throat as a reminder and I want to heal its frozen hold. Dreams are a great way to get some good freedom…
March so comes the remembering of from darkness to the light, as the days gradually stretch longer and the cold fades into warmth. It is a time for renewal, where nature awakens from its winter slumber, and vibrant colors begin to paint the landscape once more. With each passing day, the sunlight invigorates the spirit, reminding us of the beauty that lies ahead and the hope that blossoms anew. As we reflect on our journeys, we embrace the transition from the shadows of our past to the radiant possibilities that await us in the future.
“A flash of lightning. Dionysus visible in emerald beauty.“
~ Dithyrambs of Dionysus by Nietzsche…
So my walk during the day as I begin to celebrate… Lizard the Wizard was out to play, and leading the way before me. Only to rush up a tree and circle round it… we did take moments to acknowledge each other…
Photo by Hudley “Lizard the Wizard”
Lenai is another name for Maenad, referring to the lenos, the wine press. The Lenaian vessels illustrate women dancing, making music, carrying the thyrsus, and pouring out wine before a pillar with the mask of Dionysos.
Aguilar, A. Marina. Alchemy of The Heart: The Sacred Marriage of Dionysos & Ariadne . Chiron Publications. Kindle Edition.
And in your hand brandishing your night-lighting flame, with god-possessed frenzy you went to the vales of Eleusis where the whole people of Hellas’ land, alongside your own native witnesses of the holy mysteries, calls upon you as Iacchus: for mortals from their pains.
“On an island in the sun
We’ll be playin’ and havin’ fun
And it makes me feel so fine
I can’t control my brain.”
Two and a half years ago
I made it back
From the darkness…
To light
Today I celebrate
While driving home
From my secret market
The special song came on
my car radio
I remember the first day
I awoke
From the darkness to light
It was such a sight
Wizard the Lizard
Doing arm lifts
Singing
“Hip Hip”
Up and down
“Hip Hip”
On top of the red brick
Next to the Wild Promethean Fennel
The aroma still in my nose
When I heard the beat
I was walking around
along the street
I heard the song Island in The Sun
neighbor kids were rocking out
guitar, drums and singing
In their garage.
Today yes today
Driving home
On the anniversary of
Returning to the light
The song played
On my car radio.
In my brain again
I reached up as
The Promethean Thyrsus
Pulled me up and out
Dionysus declaring to me…
“Hip hip
Hip hip”
“We’ll never feel bad anymore
(Hip hip)
No no (Hip hip)
Hip hip
We’ll never feel bad anymore
(Hip hip)
No no (Hip hip)
Hip hip
We’ll never feel bad anymore.”
*An inscription found on a stone stele (c. 340 BC), found at Delphi, contains a paean to Dionysus, which describes his travels.[98] From Thebes, where he was born, he first went to Delphi where he displayed his “starry body”, and with “Delphian girls” took his “place on the folds of Parnassus”,[99] then next to Eleusis, where he is called “Iacchus.” “
“Dionysos with Sirius in noting the similarity of the words Iachos (a Cretan variation on the name Bacchus) and Iakar, the Minoan name for Sirius. Finally, the ancient Greeks themselves considered the vine itself to be a gift of the star Sirius.”
Aguilar, A. Marina. Alchemy of The Heart: The Sacred Marriage of Dionysos & Ariadne . Chiron Publications. Kindle Edition.
“SecondSkin is a medical-grade, transparent, adhesive barrier that protects new tattoos. It is latex-free, waterproof, breathable,” and it protects my symbol new tattoo.
Unbelievably as I was standing to start the process with this miraculous artist, David LeCompte, the song by Weezer came on the in house radio PA. I told the Skin Illustrator about the song and the meaning it had to the Thyrsus. He said,
“We played it just for you.” And I replied with a smile,
“A nice synchronicity meaning right now, I am here at the right time and place “
Thyrsus and Maenad.
“There’s a brute wildness in the fennel-wands—Reverence it well.”
Sterling Walter Hayden (born Sterling Relyea Walter; March 26, 1916 – May 23, 1986.
“Where from, you growling water? How old are you? Did you come in from the sea with the midnight flood? Were you sired by an iceberg out of the South Polar Cap, or was your dam a cloud knocked up by the High Sierra? Were you falling rain short months ago? What’s the news from Donner Pass and Emigrant Gap, and how are those new motels? You look a little wan, as though you’re tired of the land. Tried to trap you, did they—up Sacramento way? Piped you through a tunnel, dumped chlorine in your face, spun you through a toilet bowl—small wonder you’re brown as a sportsman’s chest. Don’t quit now; two hours will see you through the Gate, and once you’re clear keep rolling on. I’ll join you one day soon. Maybe.”
“Consider the following statement. Every river began its life as a stream, and every stream had its origin in the minutest trickle. In turn, every trickle is the result of filtration through rock and sand and soil, and from this process a single drop of water arises. So often most of these single drops have not seen the sky or the light of the sun for hundreds, if not thousands, of years.”
How did Sterling Hayden the best Noir man, and Cerridwen the Welsh Goddess of inspiration twine together in my heart, blood, and water in my body’s imagination? The earth, male and female, sea, sky, rain and the divinely profound now cumulatively and happily joined together to reveal an old image to me.
“There is no new water on earth. In turn, there is no new myth on earth but only the retelling of the same rivers of mythology, flavoured only by the passing of time.”
“I examined the natal planetary positions for many other similar Promethean figures. For example, I checked at once the case of Percy Bysshe Shelley, since he was so explicitly associated—even identified—with Prometheus, his Prometheus Unbound being the preeminent work on that figure in modern literature. If the thesis that Uranus was actually Prometheus had any validity, the birth chart of Shelley would provide the most obvious test case. I found that, in fact, Shelley was born with the Sun and Uranus in close conjunction.”
Tarnas, Richard. Prometheus the Awakener (pp. 23-24). Spring Publications, Inc… Kindle Edition.
I am enrolled in Zodiac Art Boost Seminar taught by Mat Gleason ~ Coagula Curatorial.
Meeting artists is kind of thrilling, and I am learning from them. I hope good feelings all around are happening.
I am about to approach Uranus Square Uranus February 21, 2021- April 7, 2021. As so defined,
“You are being asked to claim some of the glorious wildness that can come only with the perspective of age. Time to drop the last stitch of the world’s phony clothes…”
I saw that Mat was offering the Seminar. I have known him for years and he has always been supportive of me. So, I took a bold jump and enrolled, returning my support of his creative endeavors. Now I am delighted and challenged. I am being drawn back to my interests in Astrology, art and building community again.
I have hidden from Zoom meetings in groups. It is so intimate and up front. I also took the seminar as a move towards socializing again. As an introvert it is easy for me to get lost in music, books, old films and interpreting my dreams.
Here is a classroom assignment that was asked of us. An Astrological Self Portrait of our favorite artists associated with planets in our solar system. I do feel brave again and so the future Zoom meetings have proven to be my colleagues of creativity.
Sun- Me,
Mercury- William Blake,
Venus- Dionysus,
Moon- Bees,
Mars- Mad Magazine,
Jupiter- Hildegard of Bingen,
Saturn- Gahan Wilson,
Uranus- Praying Mantis,
Neptune- Fennel Wand,
Pluto- Nature ( Pluto loves Persephone)
And so I see Uranus and Prometheus…. have been my secret friends of liberation all along. As well as Praying Mantis… and the Fennel Wand…good news.
Watercolor illustrations of the Praying Mantis as symbolism in my art holds meaning in a refreshing way. It is meant to be humorous, provocative, and honest. I have practiced the Crone’s Crowning ritual for years now. It is seeing death on the same terms as transformation. One and the same, yet the idea of transformation is easier to deal with than death.
I have been working on this project for some time and waited until the summer solstice to complete. This ritual is part of the native American medicine wheel of nature.
It is helpful in times of change, pain, and grieving. All about transformation and death, yes, we are all going through a type of world initiation, making this small offering to help others seems a creative opportunity to share from the inside out. Where the feminine and nature come tighter together to heal.
It is almost as if humanity is collectively going through a civil war between the ego and the psyche, science and religion, common sense, and emotionalism.
As I watch big black bumble bees take nectar from the praying mantis tree of purple and green… I can see that nature is consistent and dependable.
I look out the computer room window, my cave. and wonder and talk with the crones from the four directions.
Few of us can envision a genuine androgyne and few of us want to be androgynous. Like many potent words, androgyne has lost its true meaning. Nowadays, it suggests unisex, a mushing together of undifferentiated masculine and feminine energies so weak in themselves that they cling together to survive.
A genuine androgyne, psychologically speaking, is an archetype image in which the conscious differentiation of masculine and feminine energies is always being finely tunes. It is like a Stradivarius violin or cello, wrought to reverberate with the strength and delicacy of both energies in exquisite balance.”
Chapter 5 The Ravaged Bridegroom / Masculinity in Women by Marion Woodman
Now I try to feel it as often as I can. When I get the hard-on for life. Flowers blooming, a song, my friends all help to amplify this experience.
Jung Remarked of someone:
“At least she is trying to work on her animus and that is the most meritorious thing that anyone can do.”
~ Pg. 161 The Animus: The Sprint of Inner Truth in Women by Barbara Hannah
Love this picture my son took of me. It is that time when I united the male and female within me. Symbolized by my two tattoos of Dionysian Hollyhocks.
I was reading that Indian Gurus’ overall goal is to unite all religions of the world. They also talk about united male female gods. Which is beyond us as very external and internal archetypes that we all share consciously or unconsciously.
A character archetype in unique terms is a type of character who represents a universal pattern, and therefore appeals to our human ‘collective unconscious.’
This is extremely simplistic I know. Also, the religions of the world have tended to be very male oriented. As most cultures or all cultures for the last two thousand years.
As a religious studies major in college, BA and Masters, I always had a thorn in my side.
With in-depth Jungian Psychology I have found the answers to many of my concerns. For me it was uniting the masculine and feminine within myself, or in Jungian terms the “anima and animus.“
“Together they form a divine pair, one of whom in accordance with his Logos nature, is characterized by Pheuma and Nous rather like Hermes with his ever-shifting hues, while the other, in accordance with her Eros nature wears the gestures of Aphrodite, Helen (Selene,) Persephone and Hecate. Triple Goddess
Both of them are unconscious powers, “gods” [archetypes] in fact as in the ancient world…”
Pg. 21 AION Carl Jung
I have a “hard-on” for life. Even within the diversity of life right now. I can’t help getting one when I see flowers in bloom and the whole of nature in a type of rapture. Welcome Spring or Autumn as my favorite times of the year.
It is not the male kind of hard-on but it something inside. Not sexual but very blissful-orgasmic at times
It is ironical for me to have these feelings while also having to balance it out with my compassion for what we are all going through right now historically. I know it is a dark time, a real challenge for all of us in different ways.
I am mindful of those suffering.
They are not alone when we think upon them. I have love in my home that comforts me.
Also, the human Ego is my friend.
I think that males and females have a different relationship with their Egos.
I feel males need to let their Egos float downstream a little.
I think females should ride their Egos.
It is good to be admired as it is to admire another.
I like the feeling of appreciation as well as when I feel the feelings of the appreciation for others.
As a female riding her Ego it is like riding in a canoe.
Sometimes the river is smooth and glossy.
Other times it is a prissy fucking nightmare.
Yet we need to express our realities to the world…
as I am doing here.
My self especially as contrasted with another self or the world.
“In his late works , he embodied these and other ills in the nightmare ridden figure of the cosmic giant Albion, or universal humanity, who has fallen in to deadly sleep of mundane existence. In humanity’s coma, the divine is a remote and forbidding sky-god: nature a sterile heap of atoms, lovers and family members, enemies; and one’s own innermost being, an unrecognized alien.”
~Blake’s Poetry & Designs ` A Norton Critical Edition.
Smörgåsbord of words and feelings… some very nasty…. like me.
I realize I am being confrontational, nasty, and outrageous. It is that two-week time as we move into the autumnal equinox. I hate this time of transition, but I love autumn.
Today I had to get gas on the way to where I was going. This local gas station charged me a 30 cents gas fee. Yet this is the normal way to skim the top and make a lot of money off millions of poor people. I remember when gas stations had attendants pour the gas, check the oil, and fill the car tires. It was service with a smile.
I wish one of these monster gas companies would be brave and bring the service attendants back. They could collect the cash and we could give them the service charge… instead of a fucking machine.
Every time we take away a person’s job and replace them with a machine, we become less human.
I went into the mini-market and the cashier, who seemed to be acting as an employee, knew nothing about the fee and said,
“I don’t know why you are asking about it. You are the only one that cares? No one else has asked about it.”
I looked at her silently and squarely.
“You should know about it and all the things around you here. I must pay a fee and it is dirty filthy outside around the gas tanks. I remember the day…”
A man came forward and interrupted our conversation and the cashier looked away.
“Excuse us,” I said.
“We are talking.”
I used a finger to point to the cashier and me.
“Grumble,” said the man under his breath.
I left, telling the cashier she should lose her job for not knowing anything.
Then I came home to find standing outside my home a strange older man smoking a cigarette.
“Are you waiting for someone,” I said.
“No.”
“Then why did you park here?”
The street had no other cars around. He then looked up at the tree. I then asked him to please move his car I needed to park our truck there. He seemed nice enough for not having a reason for being there besides smoking a cigarette. We talked back and forth.
“We have had issues with drug dealers around here.”
He soon left and I moved the truck out. I know I was being ridiculous. I thought it strange that he would get out of his car with his cell phone in hand to smoke a cigarette under our lovely olive tree. I did say to him.
“I don’t like the smell of cigarettes and I am sure the tree doesn’t either.”
I think upon a poem I wrote.
Any time of the year but now it is moving into the Autumn poem.
Green-gold olives
This eve
I take my broom
Last ray of sun is dead here
…it is real…
The shy clouds hide stars
Only the Moon, Jupiter and Saturn shine their breast plates.
“Hello, baby, hello Open up your heart and let your feelings flow You’re not unlucky knowing me Keeping the speed real slow In any case I set my own pace by stealing the show Say hello, hello.”
Chi Chi Hawa Harmony
Chato from Painted Women / The Mustanger and the Lady (The Brandiron)
~ Dusty Richards
You don’t catch a Painted Lady—you join her journey.
