“The human organism is seen as a minute representation of the cosmos… we are mirroring.” Pg. 82
I can still feel that moment, time standing still, power ~a Pluto moment…
I remember impressions of many dreams. The thread I pulled from a dream last night seemed real. I pulled it into waking life.
I asked, “Are we at war?”
“Yes,” was the reply.
I saw before me a military jeep. It was a camouflage green. The person driving it was a heavy-set man dressed in camouflage green. He had black hair and a black mustache. He was driving on a muddy field towards somewhere. He was carrying a nuclear weapon /device. I was standing near a wired fence. The device fell out and the bomb went off.
I was with John as the bomb exploded. I knew I would be dead. The dread of what was happening filled me. I felt pressure and the light was all around me. As if a giant monster took a deep breath. I was right in the middle. In the eye of the storm I listened, waiting for the exhale. For everything to be torn apart. My consciousness is aware of time. Time was standing still. What a profound feeling. A moment of silence. Quiet awareness before annihilation !
” As representation of the underlying process of life, death and rebirth of the struggle of opposites and their resolution. Archetypes, images in their multitude or social and historical forms draw human beings into connection with the primary most pervasive process of the universe.” ~ Pg 85 Jung, Synchronicity and Human Destiny. ~Ira Progoff
A song from Coyote
A day of thanksgiving
A history of the land
A call from the wild…
As I meditate upon
The four directions
Of the medicine wheel…
My comrades and allies,
Coyote surprised me with a story
One that brought happy tears
To my eyes…
“I have known you longer
Before you came to this
Native song of life…
I knew you as a child
I smelled you in the weeds
As you fell and rolled
Down tall green grass
as a laughing youth…
I knew your favorite trees
you expertly climbed
I rested near the rocky hills
where you dreamed
Reflecting thin white crystals…
I knew the places where you rode
on a white horse
The rugged trails you blazed
through the large sage mountains
That roll with scented fennel
to the sound of the sea…
At night you heard us singing
I called to you
I scared you
I woke you up
with a screaming ascending yelp
Sharing the mysteries of life…
One-night years ago
I walked right next
to the car door of
The man you would marry
I sized him up…
Now the story is clear
I have known you
longer than you
have known of me…
I also sang this story
to the visiting raccoons
remembering you now
as a wild friend
I told them our story
The nature of a life long song…”
All wild things that know us
When we walk in their fields
Or on their hills!
365 un-celebration of Mr. Trump the Dump. He is the doppelganger. He is the anti-man. The worst of the worst evil elitist sons of bastards..
“I think the only difference between me and the other candidates is that I’m more honest and my women are more beautiful.” ~ The Dump
The Trump Cards Bubble Gum Flopside Comics
Have fun and laugh all day… lol
Be More Than An asshole Trump Bubble Gum President
“The old generation is going. What will the new bring us? What shall we ourselves contribute? <…> Destiny says to us: “Show what is in thee! Now is the moment, now is the hour, else fall back into nothingness! It is thy turn! Give the world thy measure, say thy word, reveal thy nullity or thy capacity. Come forth from the shade! It is no longer a question of promising, thou must perform. The time of apprenticeship is over. Servant, show us what thou hast done with thy talent. Speak now, or be silent forever.”
-Henri-Frédéric Amiel, Amiel’s Journal
“I feel as I were disintegrating and “growing up”, whatever that means, simultaneously.”
-James Agee, Letters of James Agee to Father Flye
Autumn Magic poem three Peek Peek. Weep weep Steamy and weak Tired from lack of Sleep sleep. Saturn and Pluto Are not being meek One talks of noble The other of Love love. Tensions increase While I melt into Chores, habits and good Food food. Letting go of expectations Putting on a beautiful robe Challenging a dark Mood mood. Magic is gravitating away from the past Weep weep. Sweep sweep.
⊕“The aim is to balance the terror of being alive with the wonder of being alive.”
― Carlos Castañeda
After putting gas in my little green number (Fiat) and shopping at Trader Joe’s, I drove down Sherman Way along Bell Creek! I heard a loud “helloing” from some beautiful Datura flowers! I did not have my cell! I would have to come back later for a picture! I was flying to my po box! I only visit it now and then when business is ripe. I opened it to a pile of advertisements! I pulled them out very disappointed! Then I heard, “wait you are just in time!” The mail person handed me my new, New wave chicken Volume Seven; The Baseball and Ramones Issue! A good moment! I don’t get them as much as I once did! I dropped the groceries home and my little green number pulled me up to the flowers and I took some pics!
I dig Vince Guaraldi !!
Deaths occur that take on broad eerie symbolism in the collective pages of social history – think about the passing of Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, and Jim Morrison in 1970 and 1971, or of Kurt Cobain in 1994. Or remember the Kent State massacre? Or the beginning of the murder spree of that iconic dark-Scorpio figure, Jack the Ripper.
All those deaths occurred with Jupiter in the sign of the Scorpio.
– Steven Forrest, Jupiter Enters Scorpio October 10, 2017
How many of us have been directly inspired by these musical geniuses: Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison, and Kurt Cobain? I know I have as well as saddened by their deaths. The mystery of losing them at the peak of their youthful talent. Their music plays on.
I know why I am pulled in their direction because I have Jupiter in the 12 houses in the sign of Libra. My birth chart is playing with me now. Telling me why I like mysteries, rebels, and depth psychology. I have viewed my own Doppelganger and such music as theirs, made me more aware of the collective Doppelganger! Jung teaches us that one can go to the underworld of shadows and join in the collective unconscious but to stay there as an artist is a mistake. If not for Carl Jung, William Blake and James Hillman I may have not made it into the 1990s. So very grateful for their help and wisdom. Also, their knowledge of myths that they share are fun and life changing. Grand teachers.
I think the above quote and the article Jupiter Enters Scorpio October 10, 2017 by Steven Forest is just what I needed and so I am writing about it and sharing it here for others. Also, I am sharing my renderings of ancient images of the moon and sun.
In times of chaos we only need to go within to seek the light! It is ironic but that is where we can find the sun and the moon. The light that crescendos and ascending takes us out of the too much darkness that we sometimes face.
Happy first day of October…