Thursday, August 23, 2007

Priestess Drychtyn (Star Goddess) Beaver - Pattern

I have noticed that when I ask questions about what I sense as "TSHTF" and "TEOTWAWKI" (The Shit Hitting the Fan & The End of the World As We Know It, respectively), that I keep being told just look and perceive what is around you. "You will see the answer."

I don't do my gratitude lists often enough, but more often than not in the past few weeks, I've been feeling happier than un, serene r/t agitated, excited about life r/t moping around keening for death.

Oh, I still am constantly thinking about death--I think my sensitivities are too fine for me not to be attuned to all the death around us all. If I was in the sugar and flour, I wouldn't be feeling all of that so much. I also sense that when I read "news stories" about these stupid actions people take out of a compulsion to hate and stoke fear and rage, that I'm saying a lot to computer screens and in my imagination "Let me repeat back to you what I hear you saying. You're saying 'SPRAWK SPRAWK SPRAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWKKKK!!' Does that pretty much sum up your views on [fill-in-the-blank]? Believe it or not, I'm not trying to make fun of you, but there are just certain concepts like hate and such that aren't a part of my lexicon, and I hear this kind of Bill-the-cat thing that you're doing energetically."

I am almost done with Curtis White's The Spirit of Disobedience and I see that I do sort of need to "misbehave", at least in the sense of becoming a one-man Boston Tea party. And to create beauty.

I love his take on Brokeback Mountain, and I need to write him a mash-note about both this book and Middle Mind, tell him also about my favoritest film of all time, Big Eden, which was just on Logo last night!

I think I have a lot more on which to blog, but what I started to write about was the stuff going on all around us. My guides and the oracles I cast all seem to point to my staying put and emanating whatever it is I need to emanate in these times o' opportunity and crisis. Somehow my destiny is tied in with those of the people in this Upper Hudson Valley. I feel an invigorating connection to the land, whether here or in Troy or almost anywhere else around here. (Latham, Colonie and parts of Albany do seem to be under a soulless pall right now, at least around the big-box stores, strip malls and larger malls. My addict-self is drawn to them and I cry, Oh, How I cry...)

As much as others are screaming "Sal si puedes", I somehow need to trust that I am right where I need to be, and that the Goddesses and the Gods, God Herself will provide...

Scary as that is.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

7 Wands Freyja Iguana

It could be just that we're having an early taste of autumn--the weather is way too cool for this time of year. While I normally LOVE this weather, I find that I want the summer to continue until maybe the last few days before Mabon. And of course to continue past it with some Indian Summer weather as well. These things being said, I do love the clouds and the way the light works right now. It's a mite premature is all.

I feel an electric sense of possibility in the air. I'm not exactly sure what the source of it is. In addition to the weather, it could also be that I see a momentous amount of opportunity in the strange economic/environmental times we inhabit. As the wheels come off the elite-driven cart, the sense of dislocation and upset will indeed be great, and the very vocal people out there might end up being summarily dealt with. Or not. Quien sabe?

The source could also be the book I'm reading now--Roy Eugene Davis's The Spiritual Basis of Real Prosperity. This book is written in such a clear and concise way that I feel that it is restructuring my brain. That is definitely to the good, as I desperately need it. I've been out there seeking a counselor to work through some of my financial demons with, and it's definitely a good thing.

HRH Queen of Drama named her student loan "Victor" because the villain in soap operas frequently has that name. I haven't gone to the effort to name mine yet, though I think it is a good idea. I am thinking though I might name it "Leona Maybelle Shirley-June" or something elite-coquette sounding. I want to name it in a way to leech power from it. I was thinking also of Hagridizing it and and naming it "Fluffy" or "Toodles."

Saturn is about to move into Virgo, and the taskmaster has actually been kicking up a storm in my chart at the tail end of Leo. I have the planet natally in the opposing sign of Aquarius, around 27 degrees. Saturn is at 29 Leo right now so it's hitting not just Saturn, but also the midpoints of Saturn-Sun and Saturn-Mars, all of which are nearby. As Saturn enters Virgo, my Mars, Juno, Pallas and Sun will get it, followed by Uranus and Pluto and Chiron. And then it will also activate my Yod with Venus. I'm going to have a very interesting couple of years here.

There is a huge expanse of "stuff", and I sense they are mostly "goodies." Who knows where it will lead me, but I have this delicious sense of something. And it's just a feeling in my heart, a fire kindled and stoked by Lugh, Athena and Freyja whose day it is today in my personal pantheon. Lugh and Athena are the visiting West-Water God and East-Air Goddess for this quarter of the year from Lughnaghsadh to Samhain. They're here for certain workings and they're having quite an effect.

All in all, life is good while everything around us all seems to head toward ye olde crapper. Morte a la civilization, vive la Civilization!