Liberating Metaphors -Dark of Moon Divination Fest
Convening the Council of Grand Mother Goats!
that we may “drie our weird.”
February 28, 2011
6pm PST, 9pm EST
Moon in Capricorn conjoins Venus at the “Gypsy Reading Tea Leaves” degree.
Thanks to my illuminating on-air conversation with astrological colleague, Daniel Giamario, I now have a liberated mo betta understanding of Capricorn,
criminy, my ascendant.
Truly our inner Trickster never stops learning, or playing, with our metaphoric food…And always creatively suspicious in our querying cultural context of what is encouraged or discouraged in the external Saturn realm. Especially in regard to Capricorn-Saturn’s realm, representing our working definitions of “reality.” So, much appreciation to Daniel for guiding us to Capricorn’s originating metaphoric impulse: “the Council of Grandmothers – dedicated to the well-being of the next seven generations.” Of course! we got hood-winked, snookered*, bamboozled into thinking of Capricorn – as the state, or whatever we thought it was. The originating impulse of all Reverent Indigenuity has so often been kid-napped, taken hostage, enslaved into service to the state realm of orthodoxy, and obedience to an outer Saturn authority, as opposed to our own inner Saturnine Grand-Mother Goat authority.
Now we dive more deeply, so as to distinguish symptoms from divinatory guidance.
We shall explore fully implications! Liberating ourselves and others from all sneaky subterfuges of colonialism in order to be agents of reverent collaborative ingenuity.
This party is just getting going.
Aha! Such liberating fun available to us now, as the divine is willing (and eager) to be liberated from all past confines of human imagination.
Mercury leads the way to our foxy New Moon on Friday – the birth of the liberating metaphors, with us as their dedicated agents.
(See fox as crucial I Ching totem in the final hexagrams….Let us cultivate and encourage Fox-Craft.)
This Dark of Moon, Dark of Uranus (last degree of Zodiac) mega- personal and cultural transitional ending time is upon us.
Saturn (singleton) journeying to Pentecost (Stationing direct on Pentecost Sunday – June 12th.
Mardi Gras early in Wisconsin,
Pluto transits Al-Qaeda and suspect complicitous American Foreign Policy: “So for Al Qaeda — and perhaps no less for the American policies that have been built around the threat it poses — the democratic revolutions that have gripped the world’s attention present a crossroads.”“All of the givens are gone.”
And Trickster presides at cross-roads.
We are Biding Time at these transitional cross-roads to dedicate and amplify blessing.
Composting grumpitude provides incentive to dedicate to opportunity which grants traction: sure-footed forward motion on the desired path, may it be so, by the power of our convening to cahoot!
*”snookered” to be in a situation where the cue ball position is such that one cannot directly hit the required object ball.
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Tricksters Call 02_28_11
I opened up to a great Rumi poem today, sitting in the high mountain sun in western Colorado, feeling the earth stirring from the infusion of water from the melted snow. It has many good blessings for intoxicating fragrances, it prescribes the eating of almond cake, laughs at famous mustaches, and let’s us know that now is the time to sing our note!
EACH NOTE
Advice doesn’t help lovers!
They’re not the kind of mountain stream
you can build a dam across.
An intellectual doesn’t know
what the drunk is feeling!
Don’t try to figure
what those lost in love
will do next!
Someone in charge would give up all his power,
if he caught one whiff of the wine-musk
from the room where the lovers
are doing who-knows-what!
One of them tries to dig a hole through a mountain.
One flees from academic honors.
One laughs at famous mustaches!
Life freezes if it doesn’t get a taste
of this love almond cake.
The stars come up spinning
every night, bewildered in love.
They’d grow tired
with all that revolving, if they weren’t
They’d say,
“How long do we have to do this!”
God picks up the reed-flute world and blows.
Each note is a need coming through one of us,
a passion, a longing-pain.
Remember the lips
where the wind-breath originated,
and let your note be clear.
Don’t try to end it.
Be your note.
I’ll show you how it’s enough.
Go up on the roof at night
in this city of the soul.
Let everyone climb on their roofs
and sing their notes!
Sing loud!