Blessing Poker

“I see your blessing and raise you one!”

 

Let Beauty assume cultural leadership.

 

After the talk: the replay will be available here:

 

My niece, Maud Casey, has written a haunting novel. “The Man Who Walked Away,” in which a character says, “The Koine Greek word for beauty, contains the word “hour.” Beauty means being of one’s hour.” “Albert is of his hour with that bird and that bird and the smell of the earth and the roots of the trees and the sound of the water pushing its way around the earth…He is of his hour and beauty is pulling him out of the mud where he has been sinking for so long…” “Reverence is a ringing in the soul….it is as if someone has dropped a stone down into the well of him and there, after all these years, is the faint splash of water.”

Beauty is always available to the contemplative mind.

 

In all things great and small we see the beauty of divine expression.

 

(I will be convening our council from LA, on way to Whales of San Ignacio Bay, then an impromptu Venusian flash mob in LA at Cafe Graffitti, later tonight. Then I fly off to Mexico with most skookum team, on behalf of all.)

 

Venus is the part of us that invites beauty in myriad forms, and Mars (in Venus’ sign of Libra) is the part of us that is willing to be the agent of the beauty  we invite…

 

The part of our dream known as kitty Lyra LightFoot is now in the  ancestral realm: the monstrous aggressive tumor catalyzed her enormous spirit (needed for travel, we like that story).

In the finite game – the deck was stacked…And so she has left that finite game for the Infinite Game where spirit prevails.

The beauty of tonight is amplified by the waxing Moon overhead with Jupiter, forming a grand trine in water to the Sun and Saturn, and Saturn quintiles Venus, whose image is “Council of Ancestors – Young Leaders listen to their voices ..
and join them in the Game of Blessing Beauty Poker…

Which we spiral into the memosphere.