Call and Response for Reciprocal Blessing
August 30,2010
6pm PDT, 9pm EDT
The Ruler of this Virgo Time – Mercury/Hermes/Thoth/Ptah – is Re-trograde (until the 12th), re-quiring us to re-consider, re-invent, and re-fine communication strategies.
(How many “re” words can we re-use to re-animate and re-member our capacity for reverie?)
The realm of the Sea (Neptune) invites our return to dreams and music, responding to our earthly angst re reforming our world to one of reverence.
Let’s revitalize our Echo-locator (like sea-creatures)…sending out a call to receive a guiding response.
We wade into the sea, put our face in the water, and blurble:
“Hello ?! it is us be-foibled humans (again), now required to re-examine and release all prior communication strategies, willing to re-negotiate all of our past
vows to re-lease reaction and embrace response to cultivate resilience as we swim through the daunting oily illusion of what passes for reality.
Hello?!” (“blurble blurble blurble”)
Mars’ image is “Sunday Beach Crowds,” next to Venus -“Chanticleer Saluting the Dawn – Enthusiastic Blowing of One’s Own and Culture’s Horn.” As Bre’r Rabbit reminds us:”No brag just fact.”
Mercury’s image is : “A fine lace handkerchief (A Bottle of Perfume and a Mirror” for reflection…all sacred to Oshun/Venus)
“Preparing Oneself vs. being caught up and worrying about things.” Yea!
Saturn has changed degrees in Libra, the sign of its exaltation, now at 5 : “A Wo/Man Transmits Inner Knowledge to Inspired Disciples…Cultural Transmission..Getting One’s Message Across.”
This would be referring to all of us, and we are invited to re-frame the image while embracing the directive.
Let’s say it is the Ocean who would be transmitting inner knowledge, as we ponder our past ineffectiveness….
Jazz, the Ocean, Dreams are the true call to prayer – full of yearning, grief and joy guiding us to return to the realm where we rejoin the revival meeting, already in progress: “the atoms are dancing in molecular ecstasy.” (as Ba’ab Aziz reminds us.)
Preparing for the Equinox: We have earth and air – need fire and water -experimental playful, creative depth.
“If we’re not having fun- we’re just not serious enough.” (Bre’r Grimes)
Let’s re-engage in the practical reciprocal blessing of each planetary intelligence.
“Don’t you be so sad and blue – you’ve got Tricksters watching out for You!” May it be so!
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Portland Asklepian & Pisces Full Moon dreaming took me to opening my dresser drawer to find a young female badger sleeping in and amongst my nightgowns and pajamas. I scooped her up in my arms, happy that she found a safe place away from my cats. I checked to ensure she was, in fact, a badger–she had one stripe, not two as expected on a skunk, and did not have the tail of a beaver–too round and big for an otter. And she seemed perfectly content to let me carry her around my house, like I carry my cats (when they let me carry them).
Later, while walking along the edge of a river, I was noticing the late summer grass turned yellow as Autumn was approaching. There were abandoned nests made in the hay-like grasses, little whirlwinds of activity now empty. Some of the nests were being covered by the water from the river. I made sure not to stomp on a nest with three eggs in it, totally covered with river water. My eggs, I thought; good not to step on them. They wil hatch on their own…
Honestly, my only assoication with badgers was their mention by Robert Bly in one of his poems. However, they are known to hunt alongside coyotes….(hmmm) and supposidly represent underworld stories, due to extensive earth-building underground (they have several rooms to their underworld homes, including one specifically set aside for their own excrement). ~Rebecca
An Trickster Backpack Offering;
Let us release our feelings of receding ability to reach out and help re-align things and reaffirm some of the realistic ways we can reactivate our usefulness by reallocating a small amount of our resources to help the children of New Orleans retain their educational supplies and rebuild their opportunities by receiving our true Trickster Backpack.
If you’re in New Orleans, drop by 1020 St. Claude this weekend with your backpack donation. Out of towners might want to try to order on-line and use our shipping address: 6t’9 Social Aid & Pleasure Club, 1020 St. Claude/New Orleans, LA 70116. Do it for the kids and our futures!
here is a link to a sturdy and inexpensive backpack available through amazon.
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the venus degree at the end of our meeting tonight indicates feelings of helpless hopelessness need not be our default setting at this time.
24 Libra
At a public meeting, a mayoral candidate reads a position paper on his plans to beautify and politically reorganize the city. After the meeting, a crowd of converts signs up to work on the campaign.
I thought that you were so crazy,love your great language of how to play,human,a tree,then, the coyote, the hawk…. fill in the (blank)space of whom you talk to most that help us talk to anyone,even ourselves with all the “kindness is my religion” Dali Lama.
Used to dream like Rebecca when I was 16. Last night, after a bumpy but useful week, I had this one. Hope this signals a renaissance.
Dreamed I was a bee launching from my hive. In flight, pursued by males ready to mate, I realized I was a Queen bee. I would be found by the best and strongest male for success of my hive. I was conscious of a bee form of nervous anticipation. Heard sounds of male bees attempting to get close enough to mate. One was successful and we mated in flight. [Typical in bee world, from what I know.] He had devoted his life to the cause and now I could go back and ensure survival of my honey bee hive. Trouble had started in the hive. For some reason, I had to go on to create a new home because there were too many queens and the hive was falling apart. There was actual combat among bees at the hive and I was horrified. I felt not fully prepared to lead, but knew I must and flew away. I knew that male bees and injured female bees would follow to create a new honey bee hive away from the war and decay. We flew a long time. I saw an area that reminded me of all the trees in my (waking life) neighborhood. I woke up thinking, “Hard work and peace. Communication is coming.” I stopped thinking of flying and was waking up hoping I could remember the dream long enough to write it down. Before I opened my eyes, I saw a large orange globe or marble. The colors were beautiful and it seemed lit from within.