While sitting in my computer room I heard a lady screaming. In a fire windy weaving voice yelling,
“Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!!”
The car raced by my home. Oldest son heard it too. It was not directed at us, but we did catch it in passing.
Last night while watching reruns of Ancient Aliens I came upon one old image I’ve studied and another that I did not know about. The flower of Life and Leonardo da Vinci’s long-lost portrait of Christ ‘Salvator Mundi’
The flower of Life means many things but the one meaning I love best is that it represents the universe.
The Christ portrait is fascinating. I am amazed by a sphere he is holding. An interfaith symbol that other religious masters hold as well.
Two mystical round bubbles or circles of insight came together in my mind. Because Leonardo da Vinci shows the Flower of Life in his works, I found this an interesting point of reflection and study.
So, I did my own improvisation and put the flower of Life in the bubble sphere. It was fun to do.
I hope the lady who was screaming will have a better day then she seemed to be having.
Flower of Life Symbol
Salvator Mundi is a painting that depicts Christ blessing the viewer with his right hand raised while holding an orb in his left. The Latin title translates to “Saviour of the World”. The painting is attributed to the Italian artist Leonardo da Vinci and is dated to around 1499–1510.
Leonardo da Vinci’s long lost portrait of Christ ‘Salvator Mundi’
Sedna’s Signature Great Ocean Mother, I call upon you to grace my shores. I make myself as still as sand, who knows the patience of millennia, having been ground down to my essential parts. I wait my turn at the edge of known things that you might soak me with your rising swell. I wish for nothing but to be dislodged by your power perhaps even carried into your depths for the chance at a glimpse of your underlie. May I be taken into your possession, even for a moment, to know the absence of my gravity and participation in your rhythms and contractions. May my body be for what it was intended: an expression of your grace. And what small ways I make with this poetry — what songs and friendships I form — what migrations and ripples I disturb in the world — may they have something of your signature on them. May the you that has touched me go on multiplying in your phenomenal mathematics until we are all suffused with awe at your vastness within us.
~Turner, Toko-pa. Belonging: Remembering Ourselves home (Kindle Locations 1498-1505). Her Own Room Press. Kindle Edition
Astrology Astronomy
“There is…a curious synchronicity between the time when the planet is discovered and the emergence in society of values and experiences which the planet represents symbolically. It is as though the planet breaks upon consciousness in both a literal and symbolic way. I cannot really answer you as to why Uranus is called Uranus [Prometheus] and Neptune, Neptune. I can only say that in some mysterious fashion they get the names right.”
Source Below…
From 1865 through till 1966 Sedna traveled through Aries. This hundred-year period saw the emancipation of women around the world, beginning with the forming of the suffragist movement and ending with the bra burning women’s libbers of the sixties.
This seems an appropriate illustration of the collective influence that Sedna has. (Remember as a goddess in the myth, she cared for her people as a collective.)
In 1966 Sedna gradually made her way into Taurus, where she remains today. So, what can Sedna in Taurus hold for the collective influence of humanity?
Taurus governs things that we value, to my thinking it is likely that our values will change and become increasingly orientated towards spiritual considerations during the next hundred years.
I got the riding on a swing feeling in my belly! March is here, we are waiting for a rain storm.
Reflecting over the last six years and after 1,000 posts I have come to realize what The Seminary of Praying Mantis is all about. I can break my blog into four parts; Humor, spirituality, punk rock, and free fall.
I do embrace the creative shadow archetype. I like to make humor of culture and politics. For me it is the third path of satire. I do not shy off from it being considered stupid.
I am naturally a spiritual person. I have become more comfortable with sharing this about myself. My favorite books are biographies. So why not share my story.
Humor and honest nastiness is part of my Flopside Comics. Also, in The Daily “FUCK” Gazette and Flopside Bubble Gum comics one can find the absurd. I do admit defeat now and then when it comes to current events.
Punk Rock has cursed me. When I try to escape it, it always finds me. So, I now embrace it as part of my rebellious character. I love to share my history and stay current as shown in my ‘do it yourself ‘ projects.
I like intimacy. friendships and the integrity that comes with the core punk rock experience. I don’t do the festival punk thing.
That is way more profitable for the bands. I can dig that. If one of the many bands, I’ve known. wants to take one of my Punk@lullaby journals and help promote my work that is cool by me. Kind of like we use to do for them with Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine.
My free fall is a merger of all the three parts including my art and poetry. I must create. It is a calling that I cannot ignore. I promote my own work and have true friends help me along the way.
One of my happiest days …
S.W. Lauden, Hudley and Danny Gardner at
“Poems, Songs & Stories-A Literary Lounge by the LA River”,
on September 10th 2017.
A great day !
The Frog Spot photo by Michelene Cherie.
Now to move on to a current event. I like reading Steve Forests’ writings on astrology. His latest post is on Mars, Mars out of bounds !!
You may not believe in the stars but even if you don’t he takes an honest look at what it is to be a male or female this month. A very good read.
Androgyny or the hermaphrodite archetype is part of my perspective on what it is to be a human being. Honesty and integrity are how I frame my world. It sometimes leads me down a confronting and angry dark path. Yet at age 60 I think I can be of service to others by doing my good work. I am walking a new path back to university.
I am interested on where this will take me. Will I be accepted for who I am? I want to help others. I may become distant here blogging? I may change my posts favoring one over the other? I will be more discerningly present !
Therefore, I am sharing the insides of my Flopside comic here. It makes me laugh. Hopefully bringing some adult toilet paper humor upon a heartless subject in current politics. The original Flopside Bubble Gum comic was published as Mr. Trump grappled a hostile takeover of our poor whimpering white house. How it has changed!!
Mr. Fuck the wild card the androgyny person. He is the “satellite of love”. He can help all men and women….with pink hat and hard on. I love the androgynous!
Astronomical, astrological, metaphysical ~ trinity. Saturn: Time, Philyra: Form and Chiron: Solar egg sack.
It seems that people are talking about…
Saturn on steroids since ascending to the high land of his home. As Capricorn alerts the master !
Chiron to take on the power A healing of this shadowy world … much more beyond our knowing.
I am not worried because of my years of friendship with Saturn and Chiron
Education and evaluation I am stimulated with wonder and energy.
Keeping myself grounded becoming impassioned with life.
Holly / Hudley
Philyra or Phillyra (/ˈfɪlərə/: Ancient Greek: Φιλύρα means “linden-tree“) is the name of three distinct characters in Greek mythology. Philyra, an Oceanid and mother by Cronus of Chiron. Philyra, one of the names given to the wife of Nauplius, who was the father of Palamedes, Oiax and Nausimedon.
I was thinking how Crones,
older women,
are not as influenced
by the cycles of the Moon!
I look back over
my feminine life
Seeing how unconsciously
I was driven.
Influenced by the phases
of the Moon,
my powerfully changing hormones!
Best described as chemical slavery.
A female body
a lunar ebb and flow alignment
with the continuity of our Moon!
I now see it also as a partial
cultural brainwashing where;
sex, power, and self-worth,
is somehow all tied together!
Yes, Crones have desires
needs of love and intimacy
I have come to experience
Crones are no longer ruled
by the cycles of the Moon
or our hormones!
There is the higher octave
of the Moon,
known as planet Neptune
dancing with the astrological
sign of Cancer
I join in this brightly aware dance!
The flutter of hormones
emotional ways become silent
to the constant
moving river of insight!
For Crones
our external beauty wanes
our internal beauty waxes
as a luminous pearl
I embrace my pearl.
Consciously I slough off
many burdensome illusions
This is the correct time
An ongoing relationship
Between psyche and the cosmos.
Punk Rock Historian, Colleague and professional Consultant
Hudley Flipside
Pat Fear and Other Stories
A few years on, the narrator describes a composed evening at home, enveloped in a soft blanket beneath the gentle illumination of the living room lights. The steady background hum of the news provides a familiar atmosphere during this tranquil time.
A moment of levity occurs as the narrator observes Secretary of State Antony J. Blinken unexpectedly playing guitar at the White House—a noteworthy illustration of how even prominent public figures engage in moments of lightheartedness.
As the broadcast continues, the mood shifts: the familiar figures of friends Bill, Dennis, and Mike appear, their presence lively and encouraging the narrator to “fight for their rights.” This visitation is both reassuring and thought-provoking, merging humor with deeper personal reflection.
The experience prompts the narrator to consider the enduring nature of friendships, as memories of shared conversations and laughter resurface, fostering an environment filled with nostalgia.
This interplay between camaraderie and introspection highlights the continuity of influence that friends exert, transcending physical absence. In this comfortable setting, the convergence of past dialogues with current experience underscores the lasting bonds between those present and those departed.
The evening thus becomes a period characterized by both reminiscence and contemplation, affirming that the pursuit of rights encompasses not only advocacy but also the celebration of relationships that continue to shape individual lives.
My talk today is a comparison essay about three characters from the early punk rock scene. A punk rock GHOST Special!
Dennis Danell, the original bass player for the punk rock band Social Distortion, Pat Fear, the eminent singer and guitarist of the mockery punk band White Flag, and Mike Conley, the vocalist of the renowned punk band MIA, are notable figures in the punk rock scene.
I call them the PUNK HUB MASTERS
To move my essay into the realm of where I am looking from, I will be using a concept from my favorite psychologist Carl Gustav Jung. Now for a short Jungian psychology concept.
“The specific role of the archetype in synchronization-phenomena seems to be to serve as or constellation hub of a situation across time, and to be the factor of [inner order] that gives this distinctive set to the situation.”
Punk rock is a phenomenon which created a situation of order as a constellation or hub. A hub is a focal point a center around which other things revolve from which things radiate. I am applying this concept to the origin of punks and to punk rock…
We were nobodies of the underground, sitting on a youthful explosion, that was a riptide of good-fella punk friends. The early individual punks found each other through the hubs we created. Back in the late 70s and throughout the 80s, as you know the punk scene created a network of hubs that worked independently from each other yet depended on each other to sustain the punk scene. Examples of hubs were Fanzines such as We Got Power or Flipside Fanzine.
Also, every punk band had its own hub. Record labels, music recording studios and record store hubs. The major places to make the scene!
Such as Licorice pizza, ZEDS, Tower Records and Moby Disk Records and our own Whittier Record hub Lovells Records. Without forgetting the college and underground radio program hubs where the innovative music played. These were the greatest of supportive hubs such as Pat Hoed’s Adam Bomb (KXLU), Stella Stray POP and Rodney on KROQ.
The major hub that brought us all together was an amazing force known as gigs. The garage to Club 88, the Masque to the Whisky A go go and beyond. Where the fans, bands and promoters met! The focal point here was the paper flyer. These papers were handed out at gigs. Unique band flyers with local and logo band art. Mostly Xerox copies. Xerox machines a revolutionary major hub for the punk scene. The US Mail and the ring ring telephone press buttons or circular dial extenuated the positive communication hub…remember? Punks spent a great deal of time alone…creating, practicing, and thinking in our own hubs! Coming together via shows, the phone, and the mail.
This is where the hub masters such as Denis, Pat, and Mike were found. They shined there. They masterly brought all the HUBS together. These three punks were genius hub masters. Networking was their punk underground gift, and they are authentic examples of the early punk rock phenomenon. Dennis, Pat, and Mike are a part of the Southern California punk scene.
They influenced a generation of fans and often are not known or acknowledged for their influence. They infected my little hub of a bedroom converted into a fanzine office. I often felt overwhelmed working on Flipside and under a big wave of stuff always about ready to crash. These guys showed me the skills of synchronizing things together. Making it seem easy.
Punk Hub Master: Dennis Danell
Punk Hub Master: Dennis Danell
I first saw Dennis when I was living with my sister in Fullerton Orange County. It was 1978. I was working at a local Dry-Cleaning Business as a cashier. Staffing on Flipside Fanzine on the side. He was riding a sting-ray bike sporting a spike haircut.
At that time, he was unique. We were speaking the same language. I looked similar with my partial shaved hairdo with orange hair color. A year later we met at the scene and became friends.
Dennis taught me loyalty of friendship. I witnessed his expansive heart that made his band stay tight. This is the work of the hub master. Dennis still visits me in my dreams.
Always polite, honest, and his happy Dizzy self. He had the ability of synchronizing punks together in a charming way. He will not ever be taken for granted. He was at the right place at the right time.
I will read some quotes from Flipside 20 A Social Distortion interview. I feel these short quotes embrace his character.
“Dennis: We wanna sound like no one else, We wanna sound like us!!”
“Dennis: Tommie’s chilly burgers. I ate one of those and didn’t have to eat for 2 days and I was shitting for 3 weeks!”
Dennis Danell (rip), Mad Dog (rip), Mike Ness and Tony Reflex
OC Kids image by “The man from MONK” (rip).
Hub Master: Pat Fear.
As you know Pat was a force to deal with. He lived in Riverside which was not far from Whittier Ca where Flipside Fanzine was based. Flipside put out a few music vinyl fanzines on Flipside / Gasatanka Records. Pat was the hub master and helped bring it all together. Was it only a few years ago I argued on Facebook about his hate for Sahara Palin? I would ask him to slow down and redirect his energy.
White Flag played a show with the Simpletons around 2008. They played a Saints Song, Demolition Girl. A nice dedication to me. Yet that was Pat… he always tried to make his friends happy. He was humorous in an irritating and funny way. He had the gift of inclusion. He is a constellation hub across time which brings us all here together today.
I will read some quotes by White Flag Tape 6 Flipside Music Fanzine. I will try to read them the way White Flag said them. Pat Fear’s high degree of sarcasm.
This is a White Flag moment.
“What is the purpose of White Flag?”
“To create an illusion of creativity. Because we are too good to be believed.”
“White Flag is a band that’s done everything done before… but better.” “There are two kinds of people in the world, people who are in White Flag and all those who wish they were.”
“White Flag is more than just a band it is a concept of how to live your life.”
“We look like women, talk like men, and play like mother fuckers. (Twisted sister quote.)”
Pat wrote a theme song for our video fanzines. I would like to share a short description from our catalog describing the beginning of Flipside Video Number Two,
“Now if you want to see the good old video monster in action you just got to catch this video. So, if you get it, and put it in your VCR, you might just die. Because the opening Flipside Video Number Two is the band White Flag. Gutsy and pure, Pat Fear will knock your block off while he plays guitar for the opening theme song called “Flipside” with backup singers including some Redd Kross members and one Bangle member …”
“I’ll Blow You a Kiss in the Wind” by Tommy Boyce & Bobby Hart … seeing Steven McDonald from Redd Kross, who does a brilliant cover, I imagined Pat Fear singing the song on top of the dinning table before us… giving a ghostly performance!
I enjoyed seeing many gathered thinking about a unique wild guy who brought friends and colleagues together today!
Also .. Pat Smear affirmed what I knew but don’t hear often enough that Becky Barton (Donna Rhia) was the first drummer of the Germs. “Where is she now?”
A very enjoyable afternoon/ evening! Thanks Tony!
The Old Spaghetti Factory, October 22/23
Tony. B Band the Adolescents, Cake ( Carlos Numez) 1990s Flipside Fanzine crew, Pat Smear the Germs and beyond, David Markey We Got Power Fanzine and beyond, Don Bolles the Germs and out of this world beyond.
Hub Master: Mike Conley
It was great to promote many bands and enjoy time with friends Mike and Nick. The whole band MIA.
Mike originally came from Las Vegas and then stationed his band MIA in the Orange County beach area. He brought punks tighter together. He did this at parties, gigs or at the Flipside House. He could wheel and deal the punk zone. Back stage Mike would make me laugh. He would follow me around saying,
“Want a cocktail, Hudley,” while rolling his eyes round and around. Just like Groucho Marx.
In 2008 when editing my memoirs about the punk scene I came across some Mike comments in a Flipside Fanzine Interview with his band. Unbelievably I received a call at that moment from Nick Adams, a member of MIA, telling me of Mike’s demise. A week later at his funeral his oldest daughter told us a short story.
She said that when they were traveling in his car her dad always had the music on too loud. She told him he could use headphones like everyone else. He never did. That is punk.
An excerpt from My Punkalullby.
Recently, at a benefit show for the passing of Mike Conley of M.I.A., a slam pit broke out at the Detroit bar in Costa Mesa. After about 19 years my natural feelings of irritation and perspiration filled with moisture above my brow. In the past, the slam pit became a testosterone-filled ring of jock bodies circling round and round before the stage. Bouncers and bands tried to control it. They could not stop this wildfire. I grew to hate it. Yet, the recent show again proved me wrong. There were some women but mostly men dancing around having a great time. Yes, their firm bodies now had become a little soft around the edges, as one middle-aged guy stopped and said to me, as if Mike Conley for one moment materialized,
“…enjoy this moment, it is the best time of your life!”
This guy was beaming with youthful glee.
~ From the Pogo to the Slam Pit, by Hudley Flipside
Flipside produced one of MIA’s albums entitled After the Fact. I will read lyrics from a song that Mike wrote. A Quote from the Song, Whisper in the Wind,
“In my eyes you’ll see a thousand memories, He said stare into my soul, All of me you shall know, Live your life full, live your life free, Tomorrow’s but a vision, Yesterday is a dream…”
Mike had the quality of inner order. A quality of depth and control that was not always easy to access.
This concludes my essay on three punk rockers of the early Southern California Punk Scene. Dennis, Pat, and Mike were extraordinary. They were our friends! SCREAMING,
Ghoulish is onewhodelights in therevolting,morbid, or loathsome.
Today is a day of terror and disdain in New York. Another violent attack on innocent people. The last month or so has been very revolting, morbid and loathsome. An attack on the soul of humanity…very sad.
I am not one who delights in the revolting, morbid or loathsome. Halloween is about running around and getting free candy. It is a time of parties with friends and family. The graceful time of honoring our ancestors.
Spirits ascend but come to visit us in the wind and in our hearts and our memories.
My heart was fashioned to be susceptible of love and sympathy, and when wrenched by misery to vice and hatred, it did not endure the violence of the change without torture such as you cannot even imagine. ~
The older I get the more I know it is true to expect less from others. Less from others is how it goes.
I also feel I give less to others. The need to support shows , bands and artists is less. I don’t expect others to support me either. When they do I am thrilled.
When I am thrilled and get that feeling in my belly to go and do something it must sustain for a while.
My libido is not what it use to be. I can expect it to become lukewarm quickly.
(Bringing this up from the depth of older posts and recycling it…)
Jupiter / Pater
Last night before I went to bed. Or my routine of earning my right to sleep. I watched my detective shows as candles glow. After a dark night of tossing and turning, I finally achieved the gift of sleep.
Anyway, last night before I went to sleep, I checked my handy device and app on the planets. I noticed that Jupiter was heading towards the nadir not quite past the descent. Jupiter was at peace in the astrological sign of Libra about 29 degrees. I woke up this morning with a curiosity to see that Jupiter had spent the night in the underworld as I did. I speak collectively and personally.
Jupiter is now doing the tango with my friend Scorpio in 00 degrees heading towards the zenith. It is an outward and inward projection on my part. There are the realities that manifest in the physical realm which we all see. Then there are the inner mysteries that prevail within everything and in us as well. And so, it goes.
My reflections and music go hand and hand.
“Watching the Detectives” and “Holding Back the Years” are songs that have made an impression on me at such static times in my life, like these. Profound things are happening but what can I do about it?
Both songs affirm realities today because they are unbearably beautiful, paradoxical, and show a musical rendering of our current times. A time of “dragging the lake” and “letting go!” Hauntingly I move towards the next plateau of life or current events that may be bewildering and filled with change.
George Raft Detective
“Watching the Detectives” is a 1977 single by English singer-songwriter Elvis Costello.
“You think you’re alone until you realize you’re in it. Now fear is here to stay. Love is here for a visit. They call it instant justice when it’s past the legal limit. Someone’s scratching at the window. I wonder who is it? The detectives come to check if you belong to the parents who are ready to hear the worst about their daughter’s disappearance. Though it nearly took a miracle to get you to stay, it only took my little fingers to blow you away.”
“Holding Back the Years” is the seventh track on Simply Red’s debut studio album Picture Book (1985).
Pater may refer to as the Latin “father” a title given to father deity. A Roman and Celtic God of the Underworld subsumed by Pluto or Jupiter.
Mater Matuta, in Roman religion, goddess of the ripening of grain (although the Latin poet Lucretius made her a goddess of dawn.)
“Holding back the years, Thinking of the fear I’ve had for so long. When somebody hears, Listen to the fear that’s gone. Strangled by the wishes of pater, Hoping for the arm of mater, Get to me sooner or later,”
Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant
Hudley Flipside
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 12th house 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 the ultimate big mistake.
If not for Carl Jung, William Blake and James Hillman I may not have made it into the 1990s. So, I am very grateful for their help and wisdom. Also, their knowledge of myths that they share is 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.
I do hold in my mind and heart the dignity of what women, as Gloria Steinem, brought to the table.
I was trying hard to bite my tongue on this one. Yet, I cannot. Because he was a big part of my growing up. A culture that is dying out and being replaced by another. A few years ago, my oldest son was 14. He got some slippers and a bath robe for a Christmas present. Being the lazy conflicting son as he was, he decided to go to both his grandparents’ Christmas celebrations dressed comfortably. He sat around mostly. He put up with the adults and ate lots of food and relaxed. Grandmother CC laughed when she first viewed him and said,
“You look like Hugh Hefner!”
“Who is that?”
The adults laughed and we soon enough described Hugh’s character and personality. A hip he man from another generation or two or three.
I grew up with an adjoining BOYS room next to mine. They got a pool table, stereo and had a stack of Playboys under the pool table. My friends and I would often look at the naked ladies. At 12 I had no idea of what it was all about. I did think it strange. As I got older and my brothers moved out the Playboy magazines ended up in a box under the pool table. My first boyfriend found them while we played pool listening to the Beatle’s White Album. I felt jealous but he said he liked reading the editorials and enjoyed cartoonist Gahan Wilson. I read the editorials, and interviews, and enjoyed the comics as well.
Then as I grew up and became a self-conscious woman, I realized the hypocrisy of Hugh and his magazine. The desire for women as objects for masturbation. It sickened me. I could not figure out why women did this either. It all came down to money, fame, and fortune.
When I became aware of Gloria Steinem’s exposé Undercover as A Playboy Bunny, I was sickened with what some women did for money.
Years went by and then came the film Fight Club. I did not read the book. The film helped me to understand men better. I know that men and women have a different idea of what love and sex is. I don’t confront the issue anymore. I look the other way.
“Powerful goddess, Black winged Nyx, some say, laid a germless egg in the infinite bosom of Erebus, the Darkness of the Underworld, and after long ages, sprang golden-winged Eros.”
~http://www.maicar.com/GML/Nyx.html
Nyx. 5012: Henri Fautin-Latour 1836-1904: Night 1897. Musée d’Orsay, Paris.
I was thinking how Crones,
older women,
are not as influenced
by the cycles of the Moon!
I look back over
my feminine life
Seeing how unconsciously
I was driven.
Influenced by the phases
of the Moon,
my powerfully changing hormones!
Best described as chemical slavery.
A female body
a lunar ebb and flow alignment
with the continuity of our Moon!
I now see it also as a partial
cultural brainwashing where;
sex, power, and self-worth,
is somehow all tied together!
Yes, Crones have desires
needs of love and intimacy
I have come to experience
Crones are no longer ruled
by the cycles of the Moon
or our hormones!
There is the higher octave
of the Moon,
known as planet Neptune
dancing with the astrological
sign of Cancer
I join in this brightly aware dance!
The flutter of hormones
emotional ways become silent
to the constant
moving river of insight!
For Crones
our external beauty wanes
our internal beauty waxes
as a luminous pearl
I embrace my pearl.
Consciously I 
Ghoulish is o
