Blasting Into the Past and the Future
Well it's the 60s again around here with minor variations. I'm in the United States of America presently, and chronology has caught up with memory. My mental condition is still subject to whim, although my get up and go stays put a lot more. I'm not sure I could make it to the Afghanistan so easily. But hey! The decade is young. Who knows what magic will appear? The 60s seem to hold a key.
Happy Birthday Love!
Let's boogie!
posted by jm at 3:32 AM
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Alriiiight! (as we used to say)
I am waiting for the utube to load. It will be a while.....
Love the artwork, nothing says 60s like pop art. It was a hopeful time in spite of Vietnam. A lot of us were wandering, on quests without knowing it until hindsight brought it to our attention.
Hindsight is the teacher in my view. I've always said that we know what's happening only in retrospect. If we're fortunate.
Having introspective talent might aid that process.
I think we wander until the end following something invisible, not really wanting to have it revealed, maybe feeling that it doesn't actually exist, a secret better kept hidden. Something to keep us moving searching, believing. Something personal.
It's interesting. Knowing our earthly fate seems to propel us toward a search into other dimensions. It's as if we combine a love of life and curiosity with a fear and resentment about its tragic (so we believe) limitations.
As I move along I've become aware of a desire to relax, if possible, with the knowledge. The quest becomes less geographic and desperate and the possibility of never arriving gets more acceptable. It might nudge me to expand the alternate space a little more though. Futility is allowed. My "nothing works" theory. It probably works better than I realize.
Yep hindsight. Another name for Saturn maybe?
The video was so fine, like flames and light, these dancers feel like pure energy in the darkness.
The "sixties" which I mostly experienced in the early 70s really were a time of buoyancy. Earlier in the 50s my world felt simultaneously cocooned and wide open. It didn't expand much beyond the boundaries of the reservation. A 50 mile trip felt like forever. I remember hanging out laundry and dropping everything to watch a plane pass over.
Recalling earlier times makes me wish to alter my path a bit. Or at least be a bit more conscious of what is more enjoyable. "Blasting into the past and the future" that sums it up. Maybe Winston can advise us on adjusting the afterburners.
Ha! Zelda has produced a gift for you. Have you seen it yet? Do tell.
You give that Myrtle Rae a big smooch for me, she is in the know that one.
Saturn and hindsight? Could be since Saturn carries guilt and conscience, prodding us to learn from our mistakes. Saturn creates systems out of experience and tries to put it all in order. Good idea sometimes. We can see purpose in retrospect. Maybe.
The 60s have been romanticized, really, speaking of hindsight. It wasn't that good at the time, although many aspects were wonderful. It was fashionable to be a rebellious free loving spirit. Most societal trends are based on following fashion. The deeper changes have a different tone even when trends are included.
The sex and drugs were pervasive and added to collective breakdown. There were good experiences but there were also hard heavy drugs used extensively. Good communication dissolves as a result. "Far out man," didn't exactly explain it. It wasn't that far out.
I saw a documentary on the subject -- a movie about the Laurel Canyon musicians, and one of them made an interesting point.
She said the movement had its ideal components until the Charles Manson murders. She said after that a pall was cast that never went away. The serious turn in what was always a flimsy belief that we were innocent.
I think we're facing these rebellious times with a memory of lost innocence. We are without leadership and inspiring music and words. At least right now. We have knowledge, maybe, that needs inclusion.
The thread will create itself if the collective truly means business about a better social structure, but retrospect (history) cautions us to be prudent and wise, keeping expectations reasonable, even while dreams continue to inflate. There's far too much hate right now to birth a loving supportive collective in any big way. We'll have to do it small. The hate factor is always a problem. Self loathing masquerading as a fight for justice. It never works well. People will have to try to understand where their hatred comes from. It has a sizable sexual aspect. Hating another doesn't make a person superior, which goes without saying. I shouldn't be saying it.
Ideal moments come and go like breathing. A gold thread that weaves in and out to keep us uplifted in some fundamental way. Those moments can be cherished and, of course, remembered. And built upon. The foundation of good has to be laid down first. Any volunteers?
Zelda and Myrtle Rae are sending a huge hug your way with kisses included. Beware of Zelda's pecker, I would caution.
I've been observing and not talking as I often do, and some things are coming into focus.
There are so many worlds within worlds in Blogville, and some of the blogs are based on shared pleasures, a wonderful pursuit. Sharing enthusiasms and tips is an age old one. How to cook an eggplant in the best way is always good to know. Or the function of biotin in the piece of baggage called the human body.
But the political blogs are all depressing, unhappy, painful, and exceedingly mean, petty, and combative. The tribal aspect is powerful. People are more inclined to protect their fragile groups than to admit outsiders. They see disagreement as attack. The mixture of astrology with this hate strikes me as somewhat tragic. A desecration. The beauty of astrology is its objectivity. Or its magical way of guiding us to that point.
I was hoping that Saturn in Libra would rectify this a little bit, but time is progressing at its usual too rapid rate. If by some miracle there comes a slight change in the tone of these blogs, maybe that would be a sign of some social improvement. It might be worth watching. Possibly.
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Watching out for Zelda's pecker. Check.
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Hate and I'd add abuse.
I have spent a year looking at what it means to go home, looking back to the indigenous ways. My feet are always pointed forward but I remember I can step a bit differently into the next.
Some things I took for granted are more crisp, sovereign self/sacred land as a guiding philosophy for example. We do need inspiring music, stories to carry us onward. That's our job.
Now that the sun has set, let me offer you a glass of elderflower saft with a toast for your health, wealth, and joy. Here's to you deerheart.
Myrtle Rae covered all the important points.
Hope the spiders are watching out for Zelda's pecker too.
Nothing works like nothing. Heh.
Nice video.
Happy Day, or Night as the case may be!
"But the political blogs are all depressing, unhappy, painful, and exceedingly mean, petty, and combative. The tribal aspect is powerful."
political blogs --> political globs --> global politics --> (repeat)
Hmmm.
heh, very clever Kadimiros. Always good to see you.
Nice to see you well, too, tseka!
Interestingly, I just searched using Google the phrase, "don't let the globs get you down", and it came up with a regular column titled "Don't let debt get you down" as the topmost result.
Debt free and fancy free, is that the ticket? Where this train goes, I wonder. :-)
We do need inspiring music, stories to carry us onward. That's our job.
Better believe it. I'm trying to figure out how to walk away from the abuse but stay involved enough to do my job. It shouldn't be that hard. It's up to me.
Ahhhhhh. What a taste. Elderflower saft. Thank you so much for the physical and spiritual refreshment. This birthday has been an improvement.
Thanks for the well wishes Kadimiros!
Nothing works like nothing. Heh.
Exactly. My theory explained to perfection.
Hey!! The globs are coming!
Very good. You know how I love animation.
Interesting with globs and debt according to Google. Does Google know something we don't?
Or is it glob free and fancy free? Or is it footloose and debt free? I get so confused. I do appreciate your interpretations, though, kad.
Global globs, I think it is.
Alwin Nikolais was my favorite dancemaster of all time. I saw his company live in NYC about 1970 or so and I was not the same when I hit the streets afterward. I have never recovered. I was catapulted into another dimension and made forever aware of the power of art and consciousness. The boundless possibilities of sound, color, form, and movement.
Nikolais was born Nov. 25, 1910 with the Sun, Mercury and Venus in Sagittarius. I think his work exemplifies the doors of perception waiting to be crossed with Sagittarius and the 9th house. The stretching of consciousness to the larger than life realms. The stretch with the music in this piece is magnificent.
He also had the Taurus-Scorpio dilemma and I see his elevation of desire and sensuality to noble heights. His sensuality is very very strange and beautiful.
Swan Lake it's not.
It's very very very interesting to me since I'm a lover of the bent string sound. You can hear it in Asian music and Indian, of course. And in American blues where they used bottlenecks to achieve the effect. I love it.
Nikolais was one of the first to use a synthesizer and it looks like the bend can be greater when using electronics. The bend is something I know is there in all life and is a key to its pleasures. Yoga strives for this, I think. Reaching, reaching, reaching. Then pulling back. Maybe it's a way to cross the membrane separating us from alternate realities
Western music lacks this elasticity except down in those strange bayous of the South. Maybe it's the snakes. A couple of gator eyes in the swamp will also get you moving funny.
Moogs and globs
Ah JM, this last comment -your description of Nickolais is a complete joy to awaken to. This talent you have is what keeps me spellbound on your patio.
Thanks for sharing -you-
Tseka, speaking of joy. What sublime music to my ears. Your appreciation of the finer things in life and your understanding of my vision quest are what keep me tiptoeing around the patio, listening carefully for signs. Maybe the NN in Sagittarius is fueling the famous "way with words" you people possess.
Frankly, I'm surprised I found someone to share these desires with.
Recognition of talent is required by the source as hard as it is to come by. Let the Patio work its magic.
Funny. I met a neighbor of mine the other day and he said, "Oh, you're the one who waters her flowers so quietly. I walked by your patio and didn't even know you were there until I looked up."
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You were there too.
Let me take this opportunity to lapse into sentimentality in these waning days of Cancer and offer you my profound thanks, with hugs and kisses included.
"Interesting with globs and debt according to Google. Does Google know something we don't?"
It's curious how that happens. Some label it coincidence, in the sense of a normal aspect of reality lacking special meaning. But sometimes the very nature of things seems changed to those who have walked between worlds and at least a little way beyond the safe grounds of consensus reality.
"Or is it glob free and fancy free? Or is it footloose and debt free? I get so confused. I do appreciate your interpretations, though, kad."
Thank you. Whether globs or debt, it is sticky stuff!
"The mixture of astrology with this hate strikes me as somewhat tragic. A desecration. The beauty of astrology is its objectivity. Or its magical way of guiding us to that point."
Interpretation can be a conscious art, but some people behave as if trapped by their stories. They don't fully appreciate how they dream in the midst of their waking experience. Perhaps their subconsciously directed narration adds to the obscuring veil.
When the veil thins between worlds, secrets are revealed and hidden things come to the fore. I think that there is some amplification from the eclipse cycle of the sun and the moon -- the solar and lunar eyes, outward and inward gazes, conjoining realms of awareness.
In the political blogs, we see a number of tribal stories warring with each other. The clash draws out new revelations that belie and undercut the rival stories -- tales sometimes too black-and-white to be fully true.
The little animated word play has transposing letters highlighting a self-reinforcing, cyclical pattern. The word play is, of course, itself an analogy on several levels. We can spontaneously, naturally, through imagination and the sensing of potentials, make more evident the connections of between things.
When we sense the pattern as such, we can feel how we hold it. The mind's eye (or ear) can eclipse the consensus trance. With imagination freeing us to see alternatives and potentials, we can spot the holes in official stories and dogmas. The young at play can live in more than one world at once, and are wholer for it.
"but time is progressing at its usual too rapid rate."
And then there are those who have become more reactive and impulsive, with a few even delusional. And it can be that bad behavior is likelier, for a little while, as the intensified energy of this time period causes unfamiliar or uncomfortable feelings. But most people will adapt. When they are unsure what to do, that is an opportunity to grasp a fuller range and make new tunes.
Holy Hannah! A banquet of ideas. As usual, your comments are unusual with great insight and much to think about and respond to.
tales sometimes too black-and-white to be fully true.
Fascinating. Especially since I was initially going to commit to the world of B&W photography and film.
"Fully true." What is that? Doesn't fully true require the accompanying false?
In B&W I think the truth lies in the shades of gray. I think you're right. The rival stories are too black, too white. The play of light seems to be missing which illuminates the contrasts in a poetic way.
But sometimes the very nature of things seems changed to those who have walked between worlds and at least a little way beyond the safe grounds of consensus reality.
Just a tiny step away from consensus reality ..er...insanity...can be highly revealing and also liberating. Consensus reality. Ha ha! What a concept.
some people behave as if trapped by their stories
Big one.
Perhaps their subconsciously directed narration adds to the obscuring veil.
That's why I'm such a big fan of introspective investigation. The veils we create are unique in terms of this individualized narrative. They obscure everything, not that everything should or could be seen clearly. I wonder what compels one to see through the veil at times. It sure mucks up consensus reality.
I believe you have something there about the eclipses.
outward and inward gazes, conjoining realms of awareness.
What a marriage. This is my theory of the nodes, where the paths of the moon and sun cross. It includes the opposites as the eclipses do.
Interesting about the eclipses. They block out one of the eyes so we see purely solar or lunar for a moment. Maybe this glimpse adds to the full awareness when they are put together again. And maybe there is relief in the act of reuniting.
We can spontaneously, naturally, through imagination and the sensing of potentials, make more evident the connections between things.
And disconnection. The freeing. Put in your terms ...
The mind's eye (or ear) can eclipse the consensus trance. With imagination freeing us to see alternatives and potentials, we can spot the holes in official stories and dogmas.
Yes the consensus trance. Excellent excellent pursuit.
Interesting. The NN in Sagittarius now. Sagittarius is famous for spotting those holes. Those holes are good places to find escape. Consensus reality and all.
And it can be that bad behavior is likelier, for a little while
It's kind of an ongoing thing, really. Yes, people adapt. We have to.
When they are unsure what to do, that is an opportunity to grasp a fuller range and make new tunes.
Absolutely. My ear is cocked.
The trap of our narratives really really interests me. I've always put it in terms of the feeling of entrapment within our bodies. We seem to spend our lives seeking release even though most people cry about love and togetherness. Sharing they call it. We want to abandon them (our veils) and cling to them at the same time. Is it safer to take a chance and let go of the (forgive me) safety nets? I guess it's a constant decision around how much we want to give up for passage into the beyond. Traveling into the psyche of others is just a step. Then we have the collision of narratives. That produces electricity, though, and we always need the spark.
I think we blend momentarily and sometimes we're lucky enough to find others who share many of our perceptions. Or come close. Then explanation ceases to be important. The burden of proof disappears. Silence breathes. Some of my best moments with others have been in silent knowing observation.
So the trap is necessary I suppose and maybe life challenges us by tempting us with freedom and temporary escape from the confines. We always return so why not leap?
And that's why I am no longer a know-it-all. Beliefs are like a frisbe. Something to play catch with.
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JM, such sweet words, and ones that I would say to you if only I had thought them first.
I hope you and Kad continue this conversation. I'll be back to read again and maybe feel well enough to jump in.
The cafe is serving up the most delicious treats!
Maybe the cafe is a copper lined box, no? Yes?
It asks for nothing. Only to be opened. Content within itself.
Yes, most assuredly a copper-lined box.
"Fascinating. Especially since I was initially going to commit to the world of B&W photography and film. 'Fully true.' What is that? Doesn't fully true require the accompanying false?"
Well! I suppose that a logic table would take into account the fully false as well as the partly true.
It can be like listening to people describing ostensibly the same coin but all insisting that the coin they value has but one side, and never the same side. And all the while leading many of their hearers to suspect that the putative coin to be shared has no sides at all. It shows how to put together two sides of something and end up with nothing, while promising a whole for a half.
"In B&W I think the truth lies in the shades of gray. I think you're right. The rival stories are too black, too white. The play of light seems to be missing which illuminates the contrasts in a poetic way."
It's an old graphical trick to create drama through extreme value contrast. One loses the soft, empathetic, graduated contours in exchange for harsher, two-dimensional dissections of space.
I have noticed that exclusionary religions, and belief systems that repackage experience into false dichotomies and then obsess over them, do much the same in constructing their value systems and worldviews; the "good" seems all the more brilliant and holy when black is liberally smeared over everything else in the background. It hints at a striving for more, at ambition in humble disguise.
"Black and white" as a descriptor for photographic images is a bit of a misnomer, of course, though perhaps telling of a linguistic tendency to reductive labelling -- itself an interesting example in this context.
"The NN in Sagittarius now. Sagittarius is famous for spotting those holes. Those holes are good places to find escape. Consensus reality and all."
Aha, a nice game for philosophers and centaurs, hopefully with fizzy butterbeer and some twisty, holey pretzels at hand. They can argue over nothing, and the making of holes, and whether any of that has anything to do with wholes. On the one hand, one logically can't make holes from nothing -- needs something to poke or twist. On the other hand, some apparently have made much from nothing -- and were well rewarded for it, too.
"Is it safer to take a chance and let go of the (forgive me) safety nets? I guess it's a constant decision around how much we want to give up for passage into the beyond."
Yes, excellent observation. The safety net was not meant to inhibit, quite the opposite. Although, clinging to ropes in abject terror can be a worthy performance in itself.
"Traveling into the psyche of others is just a step. Then we have the collision of narratives. That produces electricity, though, and we always need the spark."
And sometimes in coll-i-sion, there can be an element of coll-u-sion. An exchange of charged inner symbols, "i" and "u" (or "you") and back again. Sort of like psychic DNA, ha.
"I think we blend momentarily and sometimes we're lucky enough to find others who share many of our perceptions. Or come close. Then explanation ceases to be important. The burden of proof disappears. Silence breathes. Some of my best moments with others have been in silent knowing observation."
The lovely moments. To know silence, to silently know. Connected to earth and air. Latin tacere, to be silent, elemental earth, and noscere, to know, elemental air. The silence is the groundedness of the here and now, and the knowing is encompassing, unconditional, holding space to allow. Breath is a powerful key.
"And that's why I am no longer a know-it-all. Beliefs are like a frisbee. Something to play catch with."
No doubt, the Rovers of the world would approve of this inversion to diversion. And, some might suspect that -- on this -- dog and god are one.
I thought I heard sounds of a party over here. *grin* Fashionably late, I suppose.
Happy belated birthday! :o)
Yes, according to your letter jumbles and the average American citizen, dog and god are one in the same.
It shows how to put together two sides of something and end up with nothing, while promising a whole for a half.
Magic.
It's an old graphical trick to create drama through extreme value contrast. One loses the soft, empathetic, graduated contours in exchange for harsher, two-dimensional dissections of space.
Beautiful description of the ideological battle as you further elucidated.
Wholes and holes.
On the one hand, one logically can't make holes from nothing -- needs something to poke or twist. On the other hand, some apparently have made much from nothing -- and were well rewarded for it, too.
True on both counts. Although holes suddenly appear sometimes. That's one of my favorite secure experiences in daily life. Crossing busy streets. I realized awhile back that the hole always comes through which I can safely cross to my destination. I merely have to wait. It happens without fail. I need not dart or run and tempt fate unless a thrill is on the menu.
That's an interesting issue .. whether the safety net inhibits or frees. I think the experience of the aerial artist is ruined by the safety net.
The thing I've discovered about the safety net is this. I've lived without in many ways all my life but oddly, no matter what I lack, there's a sense of a net somewhere. Is there usually a safe place to land as long as we're alive? Granted, a fall on hard surfaces can break bones and cause all kinds of mischief, but it stops descent into oblivion. Recovery comes and one breathes another sigh of relief. Still alive. A fall is caught.
Hmmmm. Earth-silence, air-knowing.
The silence is the groundedness of the here and now.
Nice. Makes sense. Silence allows centeredness in the body.
Well, Joe! There you are at last. I was expecting you.
You jumped in just as I was. Synchronized diving.
Thank you for the birthday greeting and you are marvelously fashionable. I celebrate for several days normally. I got my suffering over early this year so the party was light-hearted.:-)
Glad you could make it.
"Magic."
A magic act, to be sure. Conjuring and presdigitation, and always some hypnosis at play, for the small price of admission.
"Crossing busy streets. I realized awhile back that the hole always comes through which I can safely cross to my destination. I merely have to wait. It happens without fail. I need not dart or run and tempt fate unless a thrill is on the menu."
Go with the flow. :-) When you are in a moving crowd, it is when you introduce doubt, hesitate between directions or change speed without warning, that you risk impasses or collisions. Your speed and trajectory becomes unpredictable to others. Doubt is more suited for other environments.
"That's an interesting issue .. whether the safety net inhibits or frees. I think the experience of the aerial artist is ruined by the safety net."
Hmm, that might depend on the performer's mental set and the absorption power of the particular performance.
"The thing I've discovered about the safety net is this. I've lived without in many ways all my life but oddly, no matter what I lack, there's a sense of a net somewhere. Is there usually a safe place to land as long as we're alive? Granted, a fall on hard surfaces can break bones and cause all kinds of mischief, but it stops descent into oblivion. Recovery comes and one breathes another sigh of relief. Still alive. A fall is caught."
Well, given our relatively soft society, my basic advice for the core dilemma is, "Freedom is better".
The risks are less than before. We live in a world not without challenge, but with challenges of a different order. Some hold back, clinging to security while complaining of contraints. A creative breakthrough is needed, perhaps even a trickster.
Your analogy substitutes hard ground for the net but stipulates a limit to harm -- implying that the base reality is a trustworthy, sustaining matrix despite anything that could happen.
I am inclined to agree: We are basically safe and sound in the bigger picture. The invisible support comes through and from aspects of our existence. It is not there to prevent us from being human, however; it will not keep from us the experience of disease, accident, or bodily death. It does ensure that we are ultimately all right, while giving us space to individuate and seek out our personal potentials.
No performer truly flies in isolation -- that is, each of us has invisible means of support. Astronauts have tethers and radios, and bird wings are buoyed by air.
Let's note here for the more literal-minded readers (if they make it this far!) that real circuses, of course, are a way that people live. It's a collective business. It needs hard work over many years involving networks of people (entire families, not just individual performers) to train performers, and circuses could not afford to host such acts were there not safety nets to protect and nurture the performers.
The heights are great enough that a fall could mean permanent injury or death, either of which would immediately terminate the performer's career, and darken the lives of supporting performers (who may be family members).
The physical net is one manifestation of the larger reality from which the performer emerges. Within a performance, there are supporting performers (at least one catcher for the flier), and sometimes an innovative troupe ensemble act.
The evolution is helpful to consider. Before the safety net, mattresses were used. A child might quickly see in the mattress a related symbol -- the trampoline. Adults must be slower, for circus lore claims that trampolines were a conscious transformation of the safety net into a propulsive launching and landing device. World War II pilots, as well as the early astronauts, trained their bodies on trampolines to apprehend space in new ways.
The societal question feeds into the surface arguments between the political right and left. Questions arise: Who is benefited indirectly, possibly without realizing how such frameworks have made their self-made success possible? For whom does a net become a trampoline or springboard? Why do some make that transformation?
Above, we were reminded of two of the four classical powers of the magus -- of the individuated soul. Tacere and noscere. Perhaps this is where audere and velle, to dare (be audacious) and to will, should enter the story -- for elemental water and fire are symbols strong in mutation, transformation, imagination and vision.
Doubt is more suited for other environments.
Now that would be an interesting list.
Well, given our relatively soft society, my basic advice for the core dilemma is, "Freedom is better".
You sound very authoritative and convincing on that. I think I'll trust you.
Some hold back, clinging to security while complaining of constraints.
Problem is. Often the cling is to insecurity as if that in itself feels safer despite the fears. You know, change and all. People seem to be noticing that change isn't always such a fantastic phenomenon. It happens automatically, anyway, and doesn't always need tampering with. Unless it's a diaper.
Your analogy substitutes hard ground for the net but stipulates a limit to harm -- implying that the base reality is a trustworthy, sustaining matrix despite anything that could happen.
That is my view.
A trustworthy sustaining matrix. I like that phrase. I believe Einstein's theory of space painted a picture of a breathing springy matrix very much like a net connecting all celestial bodies.
it will not keep from us the experience of disease, accident, or bodily death. It does ensure that we are ultimately all right, while giving us space to individuate and seek out our personal potentials.
I've noticed that these so-called accidents are sometimes necessary to protect us in the long run. Techniques are learned. Rigid patterns are broken up. And as I always say, "We get safely to our deaths." Yup. We're all right.
bird wings are buoyed by air.
Talk about support. Nice.
You're right about the cohesive interpersonal net of the circus. Included is the fact that they often struggle financially so the safety nets are intrinsic. We all perform with a net, so it appears. Or disappears.
I love what Don Juan (Carlos Castaneda) says about death being our ally and protector, sitting on our left shoulder. We are together with our deaths throughout life. That strikes me as poignant. Maybe death is our safety net. Maybe that's why I only feel sad for the survivors. But that's part of the trust mentioned above. Something knows what it's doing.
A child might quickly see in the mattress a related symbol -- the trampoline.
Ha! They do see that trampoline, don't they? It reminds me of the bend I was talking about earlier. The warp in space.
World War II pilots, as well as the early astronauts, trained their bodies on trampolines to apprehend space in new ways.
Very interesting.
For whom does a net become a trampoline or springboard? Why do some make that transformation?
Great great questions.
Or when does a net become a preliminary step to someone's dinner? Or end up on the head of your chef?
"Great great questions."
The beginner's mind asks questions, and sees options where so-called experts see only what they already know.
"Or when does a net become a preliminary step to someone's dinner?"
Ah, when the net is a fisher's, and one plays the role of a hapless fish, then it is better to be the diner than the dinner. But if the fish is metaphorical, one might do better to ask it to grant a wish or two! Or, if one is comfortable with the mental vestiges of our amphibian heritage, one could release it and follow it to see where it goes.
In the Tarot deck, there is a card depicting either a conjurer or a magician. In some older forms, it could also suggest a merchant, an artisan, a street performer, a juggler, entertainer, or a gambler -- people who are finely attuned to the shapes or shaping of circumstances and chance.
I'd like to think that the individuated soul's real magic is simply that of the inner self at rest or at play, perceiving and being conscious, aware of its creative projections in the moment. From the space of knowing observation, the self is aware of trances and the conjurer's misdirections but they have limited reality to it. Undistracted by delusion, it stays open to potential.
"Ha! They do see that trampoline, don't they? It reminds me of the bend I was talking about earlier. The warp in space."
Visceral and exuberant. Movement arts are an excellent foundation in life. I think that the body's knowledge of space undergirds the brain's reasoning abilities.
"We are together with our deaths throughout life. That strikes me as poignant. Maybe death is our safety net. Maybe that's why I only feel sad for the survivors. But that's part of the trust mentioned above. Something knows what it's doing."
Yes, the knowledge of form's limitations can teach us of the preciousness of being. The awareness of death is also important in buddhist traditions.
Hapless is right. Can you imagine swimming into the maw of a human? I've been doing a study of the human mouth in motion. Some days I look from mouth to mouth and am astonished by the force of its musculature. And the hinge. The unbridled enthusiasm with which it connects to consumption. Horror movieish.
I choose #3.
if one is comfortable with the mental vestiges of our amphibian heritage, one could release it and follow it to see where it goes.
Very good description of the soul's awareness. Especially this....
From the space of knowing observation, the self is aware of trances and the conjurer's misdirections but they have limited reality to it.
That's where I am at my best. I know exactly what you mean. You articulate it well. I'm always aware of an accompanying reality to the one I'm supposed to be following. It gets absurd and the alternate suddenly makes more sense. I can't fully believe the supposed real one. The "fully true" one.:-)
I become cognizant of how I mastermind my predicaments and create my puzzles. Then I tire of the game and join the soulself in its observatory.
The awareness of death is also important in buddhist traditions.
The Tibetans are in deep.
I just read a book exactly on this subject called Veronika Decides to Die by the Brazilian writer, Paulo Coelho. Veronika finds herself in a mental hospital after a suicide attempt and the doctors tell her she so badly damaged her heart that she has one week to live. The story deals with her transformation back to life with that awareness, including an interesting twist at the end which I won't reveal in case you read it. It illuminates the "preciousness of being" as you also illuminate.
I love the idea of the soul frolicking close by enjoying the show. All I have to do is join up occasionally and grasp a sliver of that potential you mentioned to take along. The real world doesn't seem to need me. The reel spins with or without. I'm free, as it were.
Hey JM, a little aside here. Did I mention I noticed that Saturn made a full return from the point when I began to lose my hearing, to when I got it back again? As near as I can find, it all began after Saturn passed my IC the first time around. I think this strange Return lasted a bit beyond 29/30 years because I was dragging my feet a bit on doing what I knew I had to do. I could have done it sooner, but I wasn't psychologically ready.
Speaking of which, I also notice Ol' Lead-Butt really dragged me down during his most recent transit of my IC. (I can get away with making fun of him just a tiny bit, because we're on first house, er, first name basis, you know!) He is finally on the upswing, which has helped a lot.
What in the world would I have done if I hadn't turned toward astrology for signposts along the way? I shudder to think. You played no small part in it, ya know. :o)
"Hapless is right. Can you imagine swimming into the maw of a human?"
Erm, put that way, my tongue cringes back at the thought, ha ha.
"I've been doing a study of the human mouth in motion. Some days I look from mouth to mouth and am astonished by the force of its musculature. And the hinge. The unbridled enthusiasm with which it connects to consumption. Horror movieish."
Exactly so. It's quite remarkable the many functions that the mouth has developed, from ingestion to expression to communication.
I find it amusing, particularly when sitting down to a seafood dinner, to think that some of our remote non-human ancestors were allegedly fish. I told my godsons that if we hang on the wall a framed picture of fish, then we could tell people that it's a portrait of their great-great-great-great-great-great-so-many-greats-that-we-can't-even-count-them-great-great-great-great-great grandparents.
"That's where I am at my best. I know exactly what you mean. You articulate it well. I'm always aware of an accompanying reality to the one I'm supposed to be following."
While I was out foraging for hapless fish today, I slipped into a bookstore to enjoy the cooler air and to casually eye the books vying for attention in their colorful new jackets. I glanced at a new book seductively titled The Enchanted Birthday Book. It immmediately tried to flatter me by confiding that those born on the same month and day of my birth are particularly comfortable to "live in two worlds", such that we might be successful turning our imaginations into material benefits. It also claimed that our shrewdness at interpreting people makes us alert to deception. Whereupon, I smirked knowingly at its transparent ploys, and proceeded to extract from it a few more prognostications for other birthdays not my own, several of which seemed as applicable to me as the first one I'd read.
"...Veronika Decides to Die by the Brazilian writer, Paulo Coelho."
I've not read that one, but very interesting man. In The Alchemist (which I've not read either but I looked up the author's works today), the protagonist, seeking the material treasure seen in his dreams, encounters a hermit-like alchemist.
The alchemist explains that people typically make the mistake of only seeking the treasure of their personal legends but ignoring the legend itself. The alchemist warns, "Those who don't understand their personal legends will fail to comprehend its teachings."
It reminded me a little of my thoughts yesterday revisiting my statements on how people almost dream while awake without noticing it. People think and perceive in symbols without realizing it, and the symbols are charged with significances that construct and align their experiences. I mused further that if they should ever become aware that they are dealing in mental symbols then, particularly when cosmic factors abet, there can be an almost alchemical transmutation.
Before that can happen, they must be successful enough at meeting their earth-based survival needs. Then, they may become aware of dissatisfaction unassuaged by material comforts -- symbolically, deep waters of emotional dissonance. The continent has been crossed, and the bountiful land is bounded, after all. The world shrinks, people become concerned over interrelations, balance and sharing of resources, and inner space is explored. Then comes the fire in the crucible, the flash of insight and an expansion into new, outer space. This could all be a metaphor for individuation, but I could also mentally overlay a long progression from oceanic and terrestrial nomads to interplanetary travellers -- fishes in space, as it were.
Ha! Ol' Lead-Butt led me down the dark corridor in a big way a few years back when he crossed my IC. I hid out in my basement for two years facing sorrows I knew I had and some I didn't. I was isolated and lonely, but oddly, not too afraid. I knew it was necessary, and being Saturn, I was productive. I finished a scary raw basement myself and turned it into one of the warmest coziest spots in the house. Had to.
Glad you're swinging up. You're right. The IC is a heavy psychological spot. Get that squared away and you're singing.
It's the combination of astrology and the impressive way you understand and use it, Joe, that partly explains your fondness for the art. I usually don't encounter that. You notice what's important and connect it to yourself and what's going on. That's what Saturn in Gemini does, after all. And that's why you do so much with limited knowledge. I bet you do that with a lot of things. It's not really mathematically reading the aspects and such in the end, but simply allowing your mind to digest it in its own way, always keeping the basics in the forefront. Making friends with the entities. They don't do bad things to us. We do those to ourselves. They're off the hook.
Know Ol' Lead-Butt and you've got it.
It's interesting that you mention my input. I'm remapping my life now and I've veered away from astrology a bit. Having mastered interpretation of natal charts, I felt that was enough, although I still read the signposts. I don't follow too closely since I find that restrictive. I have a loose relationship with it all. Most of my relationships are loose, as my dear friend Tseka will attest to.
I stopped counseling people long ago since my SN Scorpio 7th warns me against this type of exchange. And believe it or not, I actually can be obedient.
But I've been getting a lot of e-mails lately about how helpful my articles on the nodes have been and I'm thinking of ways I can incorporate my knowledge and helpfulness into my new life without a whole lot of error. You're comment was a good reminder.
So, in other words, thanks.
You got me to thinking.
With your Cancer SN and Cap Moon, and my Cancer planets I imagine the evolving Pluto in Capricorn transit is going to do a lot of good for us. It's wise to clear out the childish out of control emotional Cancer detritus as a preliminary, but I expect the dignified Capricorn will be ready to take over when the time comes.
My Great-Great ........ Granddad was the coelacanth. He's framed on my bedside table. A favorite of mine.
Ding!!!! You won the prize! An all expense paid vacation to Sikkim or $25,000. Your choice.
It also claimed that our shrewdness at interpreting people makes us alert to deception. Whereupon, I smirked knowingly at its transparent ploys, and proceeded to extract from it a few more prognostications for other birthdays not my own, several of which seemed as applicable to me as the first one I'd read.
You found the hole! A perfect description of astrology. Although the title, The Enchanted Birthday Book, is a pretty good clue.
It immediately tried to flatter me.
Silly book.
Speaking of books, I'm going to read The Alchemist next.
People think and perceive in symbols without realizing it, and the symbols are charged with significances that construct and align their experiences. I mused further that if they should ever become aware that they are dealing in mental symbols then, particularly when cosmic factors abet, there can be an almost alchemical transmutation.
I completely agree with this. I was acutely aware of the symbolism early on in my life but in these last years I've tried to cut back on using that mental function as much as I was. Some call it "reading too much into things" and, of course, I always thought they weren't reading enough.
But for the sake of social adjustment I decided to be more literal or something. Many get spooked when they sense losing control of the narrative you talked about earlier.
Kind of like, "There's something going on and you don't know what it is, do you? Mr. Jones."
Yet this line gets to people as if they really do know that the symbols are valid.
I mused further that if they should ever become aware that they are dealing in mental symbols then, particularly when cosmic factors abet, there can be an almost alchemical transmutation.
One of my fondest dreams - that many around me would be experiencing life in this way. That's why I held to my symbology and maybe I should keep it up. I'll see what Paulo has to say about it.
The world shrinks, people become concerned over interrelations, balance and sharing of resources, and inner space is explored. Then comes the fire in the crucible, the flash of insight and an expansion into new, outer space. This could all be a metaphor for individuation, but I could also mentally overlay a long progression from oceanic and terrestrial nomads to interplanetary travellers -- fishes in space, as it were.
This is interesting. I saw a partly animated film called Mirrormask that covers this theme as the character goes through the mirror into the inner world from which she sees the original world and has to act to save it. In the fantasy world there are fishes swimming through the air and it is a beautiful captivating image repeated throughout the film. Very intriguing image. Thanks for poking my memory.
You're very welcome. :o)
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Happy Birthday, sweets!
Nice to see you all:)
"It reminded me a little of my thoughts yesterday revisiting my statements on how people almost dream while awake without noticing it."
Kad, I've been thinking about this for the last year...I see a very wise woman who gives me cranial sacral therapy and she keeps telling me, 'reality is a trance.'
sorry, that was me, chrispito!
Chris! Thank you. You look good! I'm flapping my digits back at you.
Trance reality fits our train of thought and the current times. Kadimiros is an expert in dream interpretation. Don't let him deny it.
"You found the hole! A perfect description of astrology. Although the title, The Enchanted Birthday Book, is a pretty good clue."
There is an inner consciousness which organizes events according to an internal order unobvious to the linear mindset. It seems able to weave past, present and future together in a dreamlike manner, such that synchronicities appear and thematic elements dovetail.
It's as if the universe were engaged on many levels in conversational streams that most only partially perceive as mundane reality. If I simply observe my conscious thoughts and feelings, I might notice that they bear traces of the richer background from which they emerge.
From that perspective, astrology is one of the evolving symbol systems used by our species to facilitate communication between levels of consciousness. Over time, the meaning of the symbols can shift as individuals and cultures too evolve. As a language of polymorphic symbols, it is subject to ambiguity, open to interpretation, and resonant when poetically understood. I am skeptical of theories and applications of it that go no further than a linear, cause-and-effect, mode of operation. While it can work that way, that doesn't explain my experiences fully.
"Many get spooked when they sense losing control of the narrative you talked about earlier. Kind of like, 'There's something going on and you don't know what it is, do you? Mr. Jones.' Yet this line gets to people as if they really do know that the symbols are valid."
Aha. Maybe they could use more practice in swimming, or trampolining. A study of the body language would be interesting.
"One of my fondest dreams - that many around me would be experiencing life in this way. That's why I held to my symbology and maybe I should keep it up. I'll see what Paulo has to say about it."
Yes, the fraction of the general population consciously open to that level of communication is relatively small, but important. It has been growing. I think that it could potentially become a much larger proportion much further into the future. The earth-based survival and security issues need to be resolved, so that people can see the stars instead of only staring at the ground, so to speak.
"This is interesting. I saw a partly animated film called Mirrormask that covers this theme as the character goes through the mirror into the inner world from which she sees the original world and has to act to save it. In the fantasy world there are fishes swimming through the air and it is a beautiful captivating image repeated throughout the film. Very intriguing image. Thanks for poking my memory."
That does seem to be the way that the world is saved, from one moment to the next, day to day, and year to year. People don't realize that they are doing it. There may be hints of it in some theological perspectives, but they seem encumbered by adherence to ancient doctrinal forms.
Thanks for sharing the image from the film. Symbols are like silvery air fishes tracing luminous conducting paths for the flow of thoughts. For all that we know, they may have purposes and agendas of their own, slipping outside our perceptual range and our use of them.
"Kad, I've been thinking about this for the last year...I see a very wise woman who gives me cranial sacral therapy and she keeps telling me, 'reality is a trance.'"
Hello, Chris. Nice to hear from you, too! I hope the art school has been wonderful for you. Your therapist's words are very, very wise. They provoke an opening in awareness.
As a language of polymorphic symbols, it [astrology] is subject to ambiguity, open to interpretation, and resonant when poetically understood. I am skeptical of theories and applications of it that go no further than a linear, cause-and-effect, mode of operation. While it can work that way, that doesn't explain my experiences fully.
Mine either. In fact, I find that sticking to the regimen actually diminishes experience. Flattens it.
When I first was introduced to astrology I was overjoyed and extremely enthusiastic. I had great teachers who all incorporated the poetic and mystical factors. Or even just the psychological which is wonderful in its ambiguity. The philosophical puzzles intertwining with personality traits is what interested me the most.
The part I found useful in the beginning was the map it gave me with which to understand others more objectively. I came to realize that what they do is natural and significant to their lives whether I judge it right or wrong. I came to abandon the judgement somewhat, although I still adhere to my criticism of the group, which I'm working on diligently. :-) I came to appreciate people more for being themselves and the study of personality, which I love so much, became more pleasurable as I mixed their actions with my growing knowledge.
Then I joined the online community to enjoy astrological conversation. But most of the sites were different from what I had known - more in the linear vein you talk about. For me, too much analysis can impede the synthesis, and that's the part I like the most. I glance at a chart once and then something else takes off. I don't need to study charts much more than that. I find the person in the chart quickly and then proceed.
Sometimes progress appears as backtracking, such as in retrograde planetary motion, so the linear has a purpose, but it is limited. Any direction can be valid in the other realm.
So needless to say, I lost interest in reading the blogs, and now I find myself at square one again ready to go to the next level of my astrological journey, less attached, but all the wiser.:-)
A lot of the discourse revolves around analysis of public figures who I find less than fascinating. Since I've done so much individual analysis, I feel I can leave much of it alone.
The symbolism, however, fascinates me as much as ever. I feel now like I know enough to use and enjoy it while studying more is not really important.
A study of the body language would be interesting.
One of the most interesting things I've found. It's stunning how much the other languages are in opposition to the words coming out of people.
Yes, the fraction of the general population consciously open to that level of communication is relatively small, but important. It has been growing. I think that it could potentially become a much larger proportion much further into the future.
I've come to the place where this doesn't matter to me. Even if consciousness were to grow in a larger segment of the population, the reach of consciousness probably would expand, too, so we'd always have fractions involved.
I think that the varying levels of knowing are essential to overall evolution. Even though we have a collective brain, the division of labor determines that we work on many different levels, sort of like a class structure.
It's hard for people to accept the need for different strata, and they think they are unequal, but really, they are not. Just different. Specialized.
Superiority is an artificial delineation I think. I gives temporary pleasure to the fractured ego, but elevation can so quickly turn to a rather swift descent.
That's why I have a lot of pillows around. And safety nets.:-)
That does seem to be the way that the world is saved, from one moment to the next, day to day, and year to year. People don't realize that they are doing it.
If they did, it might not proceed so successfully. This goes back to the intrinsic intelligence I believe all systems possess, with survival often being paramount, though not always. You might say, "The fix is in."
Symbols are like silvery air fishes tracing luminous conducting paths for the flow of thoughts. For all that we know, they may have purposes and agendas of their own, slipping outside our perceptual range and our use of them.
I think they might. One school of fish...er, I mean...thought says that these receptacles of perception need our thoughts and recognition in order to bring them into form, assuming that is their desire. Or they could be toying with us. I figure they are making our lives fuller.
"For me, too much analysis can impede the synthesis, and that's the part I like the most. I glance at a chart once and then something else takes off."
A light touch is optimal, I think, open to the natural enjoyment of realization entering the picture.
"Sometimes progress appears as backtracking, such as in retrograde planetary motion, so the linear has a purpose, but it is limited. Any direction can be valid in the other realm."
It's interesting that most people hold a belief in some kind of overall progression, despite the math of entropy. Most take it as a given, and go on from there.
"So needless to say, I lost interest in reading the blogs, and now I find myself at square one again ready to go to the next level of my astrological journey, less attached, but all the wiser.:-)"
It's pioneering days!
"Even if consciousness were to grow in a larger segment of the population, the reach of consciousness probably would expand, too, so we'd always have fractions involved."
Well, I remember someone who taught at a school saying that she sometimes wondered whether some mysteries are forbidden to humankind that the universe may retain its sacred core. How awful it would be, she thought, if someday there were no more mysteries. Perhaps she was in part reacting to reductionist views, but it seemed a slightly funny position for a teacher. At the time, I suggested that if she believed that there is a divine purpose behind the desire to learn or develop, and if she believed in infinite creative potential, then there may never be an end to learning and development -- there would always be something more to discover no matter how much had been found.
"I think that the varying levels of knowing are essential to overall evolution. Even though we have a collective brain, the division of labor determines that we work on many different levels, sort of like a class structure. It's hard for people to accept the need for different strata, and they think they are unequal, but really, they are not. Just different. Specialized."
Yes, one way of looking at it is that consciousness evolves through levels, with the earlier levels (like brain areas) being foundational to later ones. All levels necessarily continue to exist, but in the context of the whole may refine expression or transform in function in conjunction with other levels. In that, forms of dissonance can have useful roles, although there is the possibility of introducing enough disorder to end the game for all players.
"That's why I have a lot of pillows around. And safety nets.:-)"
Hmm, pillows will work...although the notion of an adult safety pillow on the market gives pause!
"I think they might. One school of fish...er, I mean...thought says that these receptacles of perception need our thoughts and recognition in order to bring them into form, assuming that is their desire. Or they could be toying with us. I figure they are making our lives fuller."
Ha, that would be funny if they were toying, though I am inclined to doubt it's about us. Fuller, indeed. Besides fililng our mental stomachs, fish can eat other fish, so we may call them fish food for thought.
It's interesting that most people hold a belief in some kind of overall progression, despite the math of entropy. Most take it as a given, and go on from there.
Yeah. Funny.
But actually, there is a progression as we watch others age and reach their deaths. What progression really means is the question.
For all of you lively people who have stimulated my little mind once again, there's a gift at Raging Universe.
Poking holes where information flows out. That's what you've done.
Wonderful gift. It adds some dimension to thoughts I've already had on what's happening with respect to authority, power, government, its agents, and the bankers and corporations seemingly gone feral.
In 1886, during the case of Santa Clara County v. Southern Pacific Railroad Company, the U.S. Supreme Court decided that a private corporation is a person under the Fourteenth Amendment, and is entitled to the legal rights and protections the Constitution affords to any living person. There's more on it here.
And it only grew from there.
With the Moon, Jupiter, and NN in Capricorn, and Saturn in Gemini, it certainly is no surprise that you've been studying up on authority. Saturn in Gem has deep insight and curiosity and the ability to understand the mechanics of things. And you are right.
The personhood factor is crucial.
What the crowd either refuses to or cannot comprehend is the dynamic at play here. They seem to believe that they are unjustly singled out to be oppressed by the corporations, as if they descended from outer space to torment them. It's a belief in overall oppression. A punishing god, if you will. But what they fail to understand is that we as a group created this system.
People are terrified of life and the future so they need guidance. They need to be told what to do. They need to have an all-powerful figure to follow. They put that desire into other humans -- presidents, dictators, and so on.
Here the presidents' power is short lived so they need a permanent body to control them. Thus the corporate structure which provides all their needs and ensures their survival.
But power is a drug. When people taste the sensation of being able to command others they lose their good sense. The sensation itself takes over rather than the collective good in most cases. To satisfy the urge they need more power. The military industrial body has only acted naturally in accordance with collective direction. It's unheard of for people to acknowledge their part in this uncomfortable drama, but now it might not be possible to hide from the truth. It would be wonderful if wise and intelligent thinkers could influence the crowd. They will when that's what the crowd desires. The wise ones are around but only a few are paying attention as usual. Maybe that's enough.
In the meantime, the citizens play nursery school following power famished men as presidents while being free to hurt one another on the playground, a traditional favorite. Tribal warfare continues unabated, keeping them weak, wounded, and more susceptible to corporate dominance. The inherent fear of personal power stays in place until one authority figure like Adolph Hitler reminds them how dangerous it can be to follow other humans.
The only solution is for human beings to contact their internal authority and that is why I am an anarchist. Outside leadership has the fail factor in the chip. Fortunately.
The group needs to be taken care of and now we have the devouring parent -- Saturn/Capricorn -- on the loose. It could be that breaking up the group into smaller clusters would allow for better care-taking. Rather than the mighty global control also up for consideration. It all depends on what the people really want. Or maybe a drastic population reduction will come to let everybody off the current hook.
I admit it's next to impossible to select the right ones to lead but maybe through eons of trial and error we will know something about power and authority. Even a little bit would help.
So you exceptional Scorpio-Capricorn types are in the vanguard.
Study up!
Saturn represents the potentially punishing figure while Jupiter is the more benevolent side of the coin. Together they provide the ideal guidance. Saturn brings trial, error, and justice, while Jupiter's devil may care approach leads to all kinds of mischief, but a lot of fun, sometimes joy. But Joop's power also has its dangers.
It will be interesting when Saturn transits Sagittarius coming up before the major convergence in Cap in 2020.
In the meantime, there's less to be afraid of than people think. Problem is, they looooove fear. It's called being not bored.
No, but really. It is indeed interesting to observe fear in all its diversity. So many have pinpointed that which is out to do them in.
The empire. Republicans. Chemicals in the food. Food itself. Terrorists. Businessmen. White men. Brown men. Yellow men. (The red ones are mostly gone, but blue ones might be coming).
Water, air, dirt. People.
Radiation, sunspots, 2012.
You name it. It certainly is a dangerous world. I think there are even a few Commies left.
it certainly is no surprise that you've been studying up on authority.
Indeed, it's one thing I am here to learn this time around. 10 years ago I had my first chart reading, by Bill Herbst when he lived in this city. I knew nothing much about astrology then, so what he told me is a blur by now, except that I am here to learn about power, in all its forms: who has it, who doesn't, what they do when they have it or lose it or never get it, etc. I'm conscious of power plays, whether it's a workplace power-trip, or corrupt cops, or TSA goons groping airline passengers, or politicians and bankers manipulating the system for their own gain, regardless of the effect on ordinary folk or the natural world.
"Contacting our internal authority." I like that, and I agree wholeheartedly. We've got to reawaken it.
"For all of you lively people who have stimulated my little mind once again, there's a gift at Raging Universe."
Thanks for the well-written, insightful gift. The material about productive debate on governance is encouraging.
"Saturn represents the potentially punishing figure while Jupiter is the more benevolent side of the coin. Together they provide the ideal guidance."
I have wondered at, in recent years, my faring well. Perhaps my Aquarian stars are guiding.
I dredged up my parents' birth data last night for the first time in many years. Natally, my mother has Saturn, NN and Sun conjoined and trine Jupiter, with Jupiter opposite Uranus. My sister has Saturn and Moon conjoined, and Sun opposite Jupiter/Uranus. I have an Aquarian stellium of Jupiter conjunct the Moon, and Mercury conjunct Saturn.
The precipitating cause of my investigation was that salesmen tried to trick my mother and my sister -- in two separate incidents -- over the past month. My sister had been forewarned, too, by an acquaintance to beware of contracts and agreements in August.
These sleazy men had no idea that they are inviting the ira deorum, the wrath of the gods, so to speak. Unlike their usual marks, we can be persistent and penetrate obscurations when our attention is provoked. It's just not the time for them to try to hide anything. Quite unnecessary, too, as they could have struck honest deals and then all would have been satisfied.
The same month, I was invited to assist in co-reviewing job applicants for two businesses, clients of mine. I had never tried that before, and it wasn't my usual line of work.
I was pleasantly surprised that I had a basic sense of the applicants' personalities and competency before meeting them. When we did meet, one applicant at first appeared confident and communicative, and I wondered whether I was wrong about him. By mid-interview, however, he had fallen out of character. On review, we decided that he had been coached on body language and presentation, but he couldn't sustain the seeming. Another was quite smooth and charming throughout, but I quickly eliminated him, too. At the end of the interviews, I was surprised by how much can be inferred from asking only a few questions, and observing how the applicants answered the questions. It was not that difficult to see what they wanted to hide behind what they wanted to show off. One could do it by observing the body language and by reading between the lines of what was said.
Hmm, seems apropos, in a way, to Pluto in transit approaching my tenth house planets in Capricorn.
The material about productive debate on governance is encouraging.
I'm very pleased "someone" noticed this.
Most people are stuck in personal grievance mode, blasting the personalities they hate, not stopping long enough to figure things out, assuming they want to. The discussion about governance is going strong now for those who wish to participate. A lot can be learned.
A so called liberal, for example, might find some problems presented if several families of a lower socio-economic level bought the home next door and crowded in together creating mountains of garbage, old cars in the yard, motorcycles being worked on, unpampered aggressive dogs, Perhaps a little drug dealing, and the neighbors wondering what their children might be learning in the games of hide-and-seek and "step on a crack, break your mother's back." Liberal values could easily be tested.
Or the communist stressed by the fatso getting into the communal food supply all the time. He can hear scratching in the kitchen late at night and his blood pressure rises, testing his sharing creds and love of humanity.
Then the selfish conservative survivalist might get his hometown twisted up in a tornado and find himself in need of government assistance. Or he might have a loss of luck and end up with aging sick and disabled family members putting a strain on his budget. Many things could alter his philosophy.
So any discussion of the fundamentals of holding together a society is a good thing in my view rather than the parroting and automatic responses peppering mostly personal hatred.
Hating a conservative might provide a temporary lift but it accomplishes nothing as far as collective well-being is concerned.
As far as faring well goes, Saturn can be great at that. In your case, I would attribute your good adjustment to your Leo north node and its inherent self confidence. That node tends to see the talent in others which helps matters tremendously. They can bring out the individual best in everyone with the Aquarian collective memory in the south. That in turn brings admiration which definitely goes a long way. It's a sunny thing.
Speaking of admiration, that's quite an honor to have your judgement valued and to be invited by your clients for the review. What an interesting project.
It was not that difficult to see what they wanted to hide behind what they wanted to show off. One could do it by observing the body language and by reading between the lines of what was said.
That's the story of my life. It's an odd world I inhabit where I see, hear, and feel what people are really saying as opposed to what the words tell me. There are so many many clues as you just found out. I struggle to respond appropriately, knowing some truth, yet for social reasons must play the game. Between the lines is where the most important information lies.
Even though the truth might seem useless in the moment I think it has further application. It's sad for me to see how people are pressured to behave dishonestly in performance. I wonder what would happen if we stopped hiding so much. I also wonder if the guy dropped his rehearsed act knowing you were seeing through it.
It's near impossible for me to bear the pretentiousness of public figures and the complex web they weave for the crowd. I always thought people knew better, but maybe not.
There is an inordinate amount of pressure on people to convince others that they are together, happy, and in control. I saw an interview with one of them talking about how great her marriage was. A month later they were separated. I heard it in the conversation, myself. Something was forced and her self esteem sounded suspect.
A large part of my embarrassment is because I've always thought that others could see through me. I thought they picked up clues like I do. Maybe they do but they don't recognize them. It takes a kind of divided self to keep both reels going together. I value the real reel. I think it nourishes my empathy, while the other might arouse my sympathy. It serves as a great equalizer among people, I think. The less than certain selves unite us.
They also alert us as in your case.
I've tried to convince myself that others don't notice the things I think they do so I can eliminate the self consciousness. I feel naked in the world. I should practice like your applicant and hope that I don't encounter you in a moment of revelation!
The unrehearsed selves are always cavorting around the stage. Understudies awaiting their chances.
What are your thoughts on Pluto through your tenth?
"Most people are stuck in personal grievance mode, blasting the personalities they hate, not stopping long enough to figure things out, assuming they want to. The discussion about governance is going strong now for those who wish to participate. A lot can be learned."
Yes, I know someone who seems to have maintained that over the past two decades. He focuses on political drama instead of owning his energy and behavioral patterns.
"As far as faring well goes, Saturn can be great at that. In your case, I would attribute your good adjustment to your Leo north node and its inherent self confidence. That node tends to see the talent in others which helps matters tremendously. They can bring out the individual best in everyone with the Aquarian collective memory in the south. That in turn brings admiration which definitely goes a long way. It's a sunny thing."
A work colleague asserted to me the other day that people should focus on using their core strengths well. He said that I use a talent for connectedness, for example, to identify and encourage team members who are quietly having problems. He also talked about qualities of deliberativeness, adaptability and learning that he believed I exhibited. I am naturally leery, though, of being overreliant on strengths.
"Speaking of admiration, that's quite an honor to have your judgement valued and to be invited by your clients for the review. What an interesting project."
An honor bestowed or an act of desperation! It was an intriguing change of pace. It's been an odd August with the scams and the applicant interviews or reviews coming in multiples. The planetary aspects have been intense.
"It's sad for me to see how people are pressured to behave dishonestly in performance. I wonder what would happen if we stopped hiding so much. I also wonder if the guy dropped his rehearsed act knowing you were seeing through it."
Yes, he had financial pressures. I don't think he knew the degree to which I sussed out his weaknesses, but I do think that he simply didn't know what to do once he ran out of practiced responses.
Even before we met, and despite that he had a portfolio of previous work to show off, I sensed communication blocks -- I thought that he would hold back on revealing problems when the job became too difficult for him. I also already had a small inkling of his approach to problem-solving, but I went on to ask him directly about it when I interviewed him.
In contrast, another applicant stated that he was under a non-disclosure agreement preventing him from showing examples of prior work; I believe that was one who got hired.
Sometimes it's not what they say so much as how they say. Just the way someone says, "Yes….", in a knowing way can imply much about their level of experience and expertise.
"There is an inordinate amount of pressure on people to convince others that they are together, happy, and in control."
Many work hard to convince themselves, too. If they say it, and people appear to believe it, then they are satisfied that they have control of the narrative.
"I've tried to convince myself that others don't notice the things I think they do so I can eliminate the self consciousness."
I do think that many don't notice. Their personal narratives and mental habits misdirect them like a magic show.
"I value the real reel. I think it nourishes my empathy, while the other might arouse my sympathy. It serves as a great equalizer among people, I think. The less than certain selves unite us. They also alert us as in your case."
Those are very, very good points.
"I should practice like your applicant and hope that I don't encounter you in a moment of revelation!"
Ha ha, people should just not let their names cross our desks for serious consideration, when we're properly prepared for a deep dive.
I evaluated the resumes based on objective criteria, but I also looked at in-person presentation and a general gestalt of impressions from, let's call them, multiple perceptual modes. Any of those sources can be enough to say yes or no to something; but when they strongly agree, then I know I've got a decent profile of the person.
I somehow surmised of one applicant that she was used to searching for answers, had a very professional, competent background, and that she probably had special or unusual interests. It turned out that her former job responsibilities included investigations into financial fraud, and that she is a silver medalist in martial arts.
Regarding another woman, I wrote down that she had "a more complicated personal agenda and concerns" (than other applicants), and that she was driven, pushy or pushed. That applicant turned out to have a letter of recommendation from a dean at her school, and, on the surface, a most impressive resume. But I did not recommend her to be interviewed.
Ambition and influence may not be bad in context. Of one applicant, I did not discuss certain aspects too bluntly with my client. I simply advised that, in a year's time, my client should be prepared to make sure that the new employee was appropriately tasked and challenged, as he was growing and expanding, and so my client's clientele and projects should keep pace. Based on his other qualifications, he is the right man for the job at this time, but I privately did not expect him to stay more than a year or so. It will, however, help my client get past their current obstacles, and the job may serve as a stepping stone for the employee.
"The unrehearsed selves are always cavorting around the stage. Understudies awaiting their chances."
The people who present authentically are the ones who pass muster at this time in the affairs of my circle. Those on a limited diet of official news, with its daily dose of indignation, will miss this level of activity. Troublemakers were brought to the attention of higher managements, and we quickly dismissed the early favorites in our metaphorical horse races, giving preference to those offering honest strengths and words.
"What are your thoughts on Pluto through your tenth?"
I will say that at this time, there is mental imagery having to do with stars sparkling, with a quality suggestive of the Tarot card and its aura of inspired good fortune. That card, I am told by a old book, has to do with the unconscious made conscious, or the demarcation vanishing.
According to the book, esoterically, the power shown in another card, Strength, with the woman holding the lion, culminates in the meditative card of The Star, where a woman pours out twin urns of life-sustaining waters. The strength of the lion is not subsumed nor wasted; instead, it has widened influence when channeled. Curiously, the symbolism seems to articulate an internal sense of gathering force, a rising, and then expansion -- an effect that has been felt before, but seems to be more prominent at this time. I think we've had a similar discussion of the energy center associated with the North Node residing within the crown chakra. Perhaps such embedded centers have analogs in the spots or vortices seen in the atmospheres of planets such as Jupiter and Saturn.
The unconscious corresponds to the underworlds of Pluto, of course. Plus, there is one of those bizarre parallels with something larger happening in the world as old barriers, sometimes called the veil, thin to their most permeable. Some are acting irrationally from the influx of energy. The stars of Capricorn were believed by ancient cultures to be the ascending gateway to the realms of spirit; Pluto crossing that region potentiates the symbolism.
The starry pool tells of hearing more because one can be silent, seeing more because one can reflect. The two urns, of gold and silver, imply capacity to express the appropriate polarity as needed. On a personal level, there are hints of internal guidance. Someone suggested that I could someday offer consulting in "creative strategies" or something like that. I suppose that is suggestive of a transit to the natal Sun/Venus/Mars in Capricorn in aspect to the natal Neptune and natal Uranus/Pluto.
There is still much work leftover from before to complete while momentum builds for new directions, but no unexpected underworld horrors have yet to leap out of my psyche. Rather, there is a pool of reflection mirroring the shimmering stars above, in which they and we may see ourselves as we see each other.
The people who present authentically are the ones who pass muster at this time in the affairs of my circle. Those on a limited diet of official news, with its daily dose of indignation, will miss this level of activity. Troublemakers were brought to the attention of higher managements, and we quickly dismissed the early favorites in our metaphorical horse races, giving preference to those offering honest strengths and words.
I will take these words with me.
I hope you have a wonderful holiday weekend, JM! :)
Ha Ha!!
I intend to. Thanks eversomuch, Joe. Although I have to admit that this Christmas qualifies as one past my limit. It's just too emotional for my new zen space. We need some new songs. And singers. I did hear a Texas swing Christmas tune one night in King Sooper and it was fabulous. Catchy and danceable, exactly what I love. But by and large, my ear protectors have been getting a workout.
The lights, however, are spectacular this year.
Life is strange. The day Uranus went direct my computer broke. The power's on but it doesn't start. So, of course, I ran with it and decided to start a new chapter of my life, experimenting with a computerless existence. I love it when the signs are clear. The good ol' joyous cosmos.
The library is where I cheat though, and here I am! I knew I had to come check my sacred e-mail today.
The reliable element of surprise. I occasionally check jazzrap to see if some strange human creatures have an important message to deliver. And sometimes they do!
Same to you on the wonderful holiday weekend.
Hi JM! Just wanted to pop in and say that I graduate from art school this month. I feel like I just started, amazing how time dances around. Sending love
chrispito
Congratulations Chris!
It must be a great feeling to have this successfully accomplished. A degree will serve you well in these upcoming, and interesting, Capricorn years. I'm considering success myself.
thanks!
You are well suited for it:)
thanks for your encouragement--it has always moved me, how generous of a spirit you are. have? no matter. the world needs poets, always. this is what i've learned. too saggie to be a naysayer for long;)
chrispito
Hey JM I miss your blog posts, they were the best.
with warm affection,
Michael
Michael, how funny. Thank you.
It looks like the nagging voice I keep hearing has materialized and that's the amusing part. The voice keeps telling me that my work here isn't finished. I have been inching toward posting a few observations, so I just might do that.
Thank you JM for your thoughts on Mitt Romney. Someone who can quietly listen and keep a confidence inspires.
Savior not needed but steady in a crisis is always welcome. "Up from the ashes of destruction. You see this repeated throughout his life as he rises from the dead over and over." This might be just the quality we require.
I am glad to find these gems on Raging Universe.
Furs and beads. Ren skinn and tenn. At least in my life it has come full circle hehe the indigenous gal trading Sami bracelets for money and fresh veggies from the farmers at market. A nice exchange with conversation and blossoming friendship.
Maybe it's always been a balance between CroMagnon cave painters and Neanderthal...
kisses from SB
Also to Christi. Congrats darlin' and as our JM is wont to say, Onward.
Wishing you success.
Tseka
What a genuine pleasure. Your gentle response to my post is just what I'm seeking these days. One has to be so cautious within this emotional violence the collective enjoys. My thoughts on the election are controversial, but you just stated the truth about the "quality we require." Your detached wisdom floated in on a cloud. What a relief.
I wasn't going to get involved since the low level political discourse tires me and throws me off balance. The ugliness torments my senses and the concept of electing leaders through hate and fear is not to my liking. But to be honest, my first real look at Ann Romney stunned me. There's something special about her and the luminosity in her face and eyes tells the tale. I think she'll be an inspiration to women in this country as first lady. I probably should pursue it in a post. I think you'll enjoy getting to know her.
I have learned, albeit painfully. Once I started paying attention, I decided to experience the Romneys my own way outside other people's lenses and as free of prejudice as possible. I discovered some interesting things about Mitt Romney and I am deeply pleased that you understand about these delicate matters. The country knows, I believe, and has to face some hard uncomfortable decisions.
Pluto through my ninth has affected my view of the world in ways I didn't expect. It broke the rigid confines that led some wise ones in my past to advise me that I had a narrow mind. And being as narrow minded as I am, I refused to accept the truth. Well now it seems to be expanding. I don't enjoy being a prisoner of my habitual thoughts. Not being afraid of the flaws in that which I'd like to trust is something I long for.
I troubled my mind trying to figure out how much I should say about current events, but as usual, I'm playing it by ear.
I lean CroMagnon.
The kisses are greatly appreciated. Would that you knew fully. You probably do.
You know. What one perceives in a moment applies solely to that moment. Being able to shift with the sands is freedom. I'm starting to see what the sages saw in the desert.
And what artists see in vegetables.
:-)
It was during the last election cycle that I got that same 2x4 to my head about my narrow point of view. I was simply not listening fully. It's doubtful that we are rigidly narrow minded, I could never think that of you, your interpretations of astro-signatures are breathlessly wide. And that is just a tiny part of how I perceive your open-flowing greeting of the world. We both had lots of training to accept a certain stand point.
My world is much more perforated now the walls more like a sieve. Internal filtering has adjusted, the aim now is to keep a neutral mind with my ears wide open.
A couple of years ago I went back to the reservation where I was raised. The elders there told me, "you should come back home." It was simple as that. My toes reoriented and my path shifted to a new direction. Well, old direction really.
"What one perceives in a moment applies solely to that moment. Being able to shift with the sands is freedom. I'm starting to see what the sages saw in the desert."
Indeed. Or in the flickering fires of the northern lights.
The final words the elders gave to me, "Ya Hoh," We lift together.
We lift together.
Ya Hoh.
How interesting. I imagine languages have a common source of sounds that evoke universal connections. I think the vowel sounds could be more important than the ideas trying to be communicated. Like music. The juxtaposition soothes and encourages rhythmical breathing. L When I learned to sing I started with the ahh sound.
I love the northern lights. They are like party decorations for a grand gathering in another dimension. The portals are illuminated on the beat as a reminder that we're still here. And still invited to the celebrations. And if we miss one, there's always next year. No hurry.
We both had lots of training to accept a certain stand point.
Yeah. I think that's called indoctrination.
My world is much more perforated now the walls more like a sieve. Internal filtering has adjusted, the aim now is to keep a neutral mind with my ears wide open.
Excellent excellent plan.
I'm amazed at what my psyche is absorbing without the guards at the gate violently removing imaginary threats. I'm developing a much more spherical picture of reality. It rolls easily.
heheh ja, indoctrination another way to say it.
Or, maybe we were pushing hard on the cart and didn't notice the wheels had come off. Some experiments fail. I've often stayed too long with many things.
Ya Hoh came about at the turning of the last age. The sky you see was much lower then and many tall men (a person with much higher consciousness) walked easily in two worlds. As one era gave way to the next it was realized that our focused attention was needed in the lower world.
The sky needed lifting so even the greatest of the tall men wouldn't bump their heads. The job required everyone to participate. The problem was that even in the very little area of my reservation there were several languages and they were not mutually pronounceable. Ya Hoh were sounds that all could make so they became the power that lifted.
Now, it means we agree and we join to lift an idea into being.
Oh my god in heaven what a story. I knew there was something special about Ya Hoh and it explains some things to me.
The idea that the tall are in danger of bumping their heads on heaven's floor just about makes me weep. I understand the attention focused on the lower world thing. I feel it.
It explains what has been contributing to my sorrow in having given up some of my vast high philosophical perspective to join in down below. I keep trying to escape and I can't. I want to go home to the universe.
This so beautiful. The idea of being lifted by the group heave ho. It reminds me of Horton Hears a Who when they shouted in unison to prove their existence to their elephant savior. I so love that story.
Thank you, SB, for this touching educational moment. You are unique. The comments I've heard about your extensive knowledge have turned out to be true. How lucky I am.
Maybe we are just on the cusp of
full scale focus and that's why the lower world is eluding correction for the time being. Maybe I'll stay and give it a good Ya Hoh! Birthing ideas.
A big kiss for this one. And one of my famous slow hugs.
Btw, the common language fix fits the SN leaving Gemini now. The babble has been deafening and everyone looks so baffled.
Ya Hoh. How kind of the lower beings to help out the tall.
Plus we need Ya Hoh for that wheelless cart.
Some experiments fail. I've often stayed too long with many things.
I think most of them fail, if only to ensure that the research continues. Failure reroutes.
Yeah. Letting go. The experience supreme.
It's good to be back with you on your lovely patio.
Not my story, this one belongs to tribe i grew up with. Part of that story tells how just when they lifted the sky some hunters and a dog chasing a deer got lifted too. You can see them in the night sky as the big dipper.
Nice to have some of our ancestors on the other side.
Other stories say that we are living in a time for the sky to come much closer again. I'm looking forward to that. Walking around with my head in the clouds and my feet on the earth sounds like a much more natural condition.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZJZDYUT9vXY&noredirect=1
did i share this with you before? Ande Somby.
Stargirl.
Seems just right for us tonight.
goodnight my dear friend. The path to the stars is well marked.
Wow, what a diverse world we live in. This is mind expanding to say the least. I'm not at all familiar with Norwegian music. How fascinating. Deep, gutteral, and triumphantly singular with a beautiful intimate whisper in the sound. Excellent dynamics. The human voice. Amazing.
The patio is laughing.
The path to the stars. Oh yes. Ya Hoh.
Sleep well, my love. Thanks for opening some new boxes.
Sami music; the yoik or joik is traditional Sami song sound. Ande is a personal favorite. The Sami say their language is the sound of nature. Often the joik is unaccompanied, just an open throat.
Stargirl was created here, curiously enough, in Arizona. Ande was teaching -he's also the first Sami Lawyer. He gaffer taped a microphone to a tree and sung to her. Later Vajas did the piece you heard.
Somehow his work reminds me of you, yours. One of his pieces is about Pub Crows. Raucous and silly and completely wonderful. Your audience is waiting for you in Lapland.
Ha Ha!! Lapland. Sounds invigorating.
A tree is a great audience. Add a few birds and the singer has it Made. Birds aren't overly critical even though they sing themselves. They're eager dancers. Jitterbugs and lindy hops.
I'd like to study the effect of geography on the kind of music a society makes.
The unaccompanied joik. Like religious chants. No wonder the sound is unique. A stark contrast to the closed throated sound of American music, which is generally pushed out of the nose.
I listened to Sparrow of the Wind.
The lyrics were translated this way...
Wind Gossip
Gossip Winds
Wind Gossip
Me the Storm Sparrow
I am the Sparrow
The Sparrow among sparrows
Silence knocking
Knocking Silence
Silence knocking
Me the Eagle of Silence
I am the Eagle
The Eagle among eagles
Calm Needed
Needed Calm
Calm Needed
Me the Whirlpool of Calmness
I am the Whirlpool
The Whirlpool among whirlpools
Beautiful. I love the triplet arrangement with the repeats and I haven't seen it before. Very very elegant.
Wow. "Silence knocking."
As good as it gets.
The "Whirlpool of Calmness" is another fascinating image. I'm going to investigate the origins of this art form. The language must lend itself to this unusual poetic style.
Hahaha bird dancers, the Ravens here are definitely into vaudeville.
I passed your most recent article posted on RU around. My mother (Rhea BTW)Moon Saturn at GC did not understand the astrology but found the same points I did interesting and reassuring.
Her mother's line is Algonquin. You probably will not be surprised how much we care about the constitutional values of this country.
Yes, it does, Nils Aslak Valkeapaa my Sami poet was a joiker too. Do you remember the movie Pathfinder?
I think it's free on the net.
Here's star girl translation:
In a dark world
we need stars
So that lost people can find their way home again
In a world that has become grey
we need colors
So that saddened people can find their joy again
We yoiked the star girl
She shined
she was bright
In a soundless world
we need tones
So silenced people find their songs again
Shamanic culture - from the earliest moment a child is encouraged to step outside the bounds of time to bring spirit into form, in music art, craft.
You did this naturally. It was never respected as it should have been.
LOL! Ravens on vaudeville. Their voices could reach the far seats.
I never saw Pathfinder. I'll look it up.
That is wonderful about your mother's response. A human receptacle for my feelings is always a joy. And it provides encouragement to continue.
I'm delighted that others in unexpected places are getting what I'm getting. The constitutional values issue is going to gain momentum. So many here are spoiled and know not how important this was to the original immigrants, many who came from severe political oppression, my mother included. We must tread carefully. The uninitiated do not know how fast freedom can slip away. It would behoove us not to revisit oppression under a butchered constitution. The losses have escalated frightfully lately and it's best if we get off this trajectory. We'll do it together.
Many levels are involved. Government, society, family, friends. You name it, we've gotta do it. My natural prejudice against politicians is being sidelined for now as I choose who will be needed, and I see who is destructive and should be removed. The people have to understand who's in charge. In that respect, I think this election will be revealing and empowering. The uninformed and unintelligent media are losing their stranglehold. And that's not my usual wishful thinking! So the process has lured me with the odd twist it's taken and I find myself quite interested.
The reassuring factor you mentioned is the one that is standing out for me. It's the first descriptive word that came to me when I joined in. We're living in the lost and found bin.
In a soundless world
we need tones
So silenced people find their songs again
Holy moly!!
What a pleasure it is to share these impressions. Necessary perhaps. The patio lives eternally. Things are going to get intense as the path finds clarity and the task at hand looms before us. It might be easier than I think.
It gets back to the mind expansion we were discussing so we can break down these partisan confines. They hurt and perpetuate paralyzing fear. When people step out they can experience an unusual freedom, even if it means severing some old entanglements.
Allies are much appreciated.
19/6/12 8:3
The dictator thingamabob that's in play is part of Pluto in Capricorn, and I don't know how far it has to go before the people throw off the shackles. We have an opportunity now. Best that it's not wasted.
We need Ya Hoh. A big collective lift.
Severing old entanglements is the order of the day, along with not stooping from our hard earned place of knowing, practicing discernment, and of course lifting together.
Absolutely, your mother my family, even my native american family was dispossessed, we have a long memory, sovereign self/sacred land is one of the only things we carried out with us.
This is my job at market, more than selling. I tell stories. i wish i had your musical talent. Alas I sing like a toad.
You might like this place. Lots of historical photos. Sami are also known as Laps. Some think of that as derogatory but I rather like it. Lap in Swedish means patch and that's descriptive of the people, everything is adorned, loom woven bands of colour, tenn embroidery, not a thing is wasted and much of it is transformed into very artful clothing and functional ware. Your seamstress eyes will likely find a lot to look at.
http://saamiblog.blogspot.com/
A toad!!! HA HA HA HA HA!
Sovereignty is the crux. We'll have to go through the crucible to unite with it again.
Your market job is vital. That's how we'll do it. The poetic, mythic, and mystical combined with the political. Your job will soothe the pain, just as my singing does. Reassurance, I would say again.
The land factor is important. The right to property is something. some don't understand and followers of the constitution prize this one highly.
But whose property? Stealing is troublesome. Now Americans are losing their homes, and one could conclude that karma and sacred land memories are part of the picture. I've always been bothered by our desecration of native American sacred land and the breaking of treaties.
Dispossessed is a perfect word for it. Things ripped from our grasping selves. We'll have to turn elsewhere. Self reliance is due to make a huge comeback.
One last thought about the language, it has few words and is said to be next to impossible to learn if you've not been raised with it. One word, expands, rounds, lifts, it's the sound that makes other meanings - one word with many, many meanings. One word that changes by who it's next to...
My father remembers a few. They sound good on my tongue like melting snowflakes, musical, as if they came with the wind across the ice.
good night my dearone.
That blog is gorgeous! I'm going to spend the wee hours on it after I get some fresh oppressive summer air.
I have to study this. Something reminds me of Mongolia. I saw an amazing film from there called The Story of the Weeping Camel. An amazing film. A docudrama. A completely bold unapologetic look at mysticism and people's relationship to the land. You must see it.
People everywhere worship beauty, speaking of reassurance.
The Hawaiian language does that too. The multiplke meanings that are difficult to learn.
Wind across the ice sounds so good to me now in the depth of this sticky hot night.
Later my dear SB.
Here's the jist of the Weeping Camel
When a Mongolian nomadic family's newest camel colt is rejected by its mother, a musician is needed for a ritual to change her mind.
How 'bout that? Dear me.
Onward and outward.
"a musician is needed for a ritual to change her mind.
How 'bout that? Dear me."
I always hope that we will remember that....our artists, musicians are high healers, mages.
Well, some are.
Yay! A new post to savor! Good to catch the echoes of your visits here, too. :)
Ho Ho!! Joe.
Catching echoes. Good choice of words, as usual.
I'm here, of course. But don't let me ignore my housework in all my enthusiasm for communicating with my pals. Err.. Don't let me keep ignoring my housework.
Round and round we go.
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