Round Trip ticket to Underworld
Yo Team O Aspiring Fellow Tricksters!

May 17, 2010
6pm PDT, 9pmEDT

Once again a generous feast of Co-Operators are standing by, eager to cahoot with the likes of ourselves,
inviting us to align with the fluctuating symmetrical patterns in these Waxing Moon, waning Sun in Taurus Days…

Fixed and mutable – ancient problems rising to surface to be resolved.

So many planetary parts of ourselves have moved to 27+ degrees (from 28+) – Sun 27+ Taurus, Venus 27+ Gemini, Saturn 27+Virgo, Jupiter 27+ Pisces.
Venus at the “bankruptcy” degree (BP, human technology currently bankrupt) squares Saturn and Jupiter
BUT
Venus trines Neptune, our love for the Sea, and our powers of Visualization and reverie
AND Saturn trines the Sun in Taurus (exact tomorrow)…For every “arghhhh,” there is guidance towards “aaaahhhhh.”
On our experimental juju Work table (at which our Goats are even now peering): Collaborative cahoots, working with nature and all living beings in a way that plugs the Underworld Oil Volcano.
Anything that is a problem requires we draw upon collective brilliance to resolve it.
Saturn/Sun trines requires our vows to partner with Nature.
And Pluto in Saturn’s sign of Capricorn points the way:

So down and deep we go – Round trip ticket to Underworld: traditionally 2 pennies are put on the eyes of the dead to pay the ferryman, but remember to take 4 if we want a return….
for ourselves and all the beings in the Gulf.

Let’s put 4 pennies on our altars for tonight’s call. (literalizing metaphor in a spirit of whimsy eclipses dread,opens pathway.)

From the Splendid teachings of Terry Pratchett in his novel “Wintersmith:”

“You know this doesn’t look like the entrance to the Underworld, ” says the young hero to the Wee Free Men, aka Feegles..
“Ach, any cave can be the way in,” said Rob Anybody.
“But ye must ha’ the knowin’ o’ the crawstep.”
He stuck out his arms behind him, bent at the elbows. He leaned backward, sticking out one leg to keep his balance. Then he wiggled his foot in the air a few times, leaned forward, and vanished as soon as his foot touched the ground.

The Heroic team all enters the Underworld by this mode of transport. One says he was expecting it to be hotter.
“Ah, yo’re thinkin’ o’ hells, “said Rob Anybody. “They tends to be on the toasty side, it’s true. Underworlds are more o’ the gloomy sort. It’s where folks end up when they’re lost, ye ken….mebbe deid when they shouldn’t be, or they fall doon a gap in the worlds an’ dinna ken the way. Some of them don’t even ken where they are, pour souls. There’s an awful lot o’ that kind o thing. There’s no’ a lot of laughs in a underworld. This one used tae be called Limbo, ye ken, ‘cuz the door was verra low. Looks like it’s gone way downhill since we wuz last here.”

and then there are the encounters in this realm with the “bogles,” that we shall delineate tonight. Kinda like dementors.
Rob’s advice is, “Think o somethin’ solid, will ye?… I’m nae jokin!…Whatever ye do, dinna wish or regret or hope.”.
The bogles “eat your memories. Yer thoughts is real tae them. Wishes an hope are like food. They’re vermin really. This is whut happens
when these places are no’ looked after.”

Not to mention Pentecost Sunday (May 23rd) when a fiery dove descends onto the heads of all the disciples, granting them the capacity to speak and understand all language = cool idea. We borrow from everything, as Jupiter aligns with Uranus: increased availability of synchronous revelation, via reverie, and contemplation preceding action….

Practice “crawstep!”

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