Solstice Reverie: Lighting Fires At this Time of Dire Beauty and Necessary Miracles

Yo Tuitioned Training Tricksters,

I will be dedicating to Christmas family grave grieving Magic. So no call on Monday night the 28th.

Re-convening on January 4th, all bright and bushy-tailed, (as smouldery Moon in Scorpio sextiles Pluto – Democratic Animism Now!) for our 2016 jaunt into personal and collective influence;

Remembering that we are always Voting for Reality!

The More the Merrier the Magic, so re-up subscriptions! – and tell your friends and allies!

Meanwhile here is our collective reverie:

Solstice Reverie: Lighting Fires At this Time of Dire Beauty and Necessary Miracles:

By tossing lightning at the closed loop of the story circle, Coyote creates a liberating spiral for all beings.

’Tis such a deep time: “A person in deep gloom – unnoticed a glowing circle of angels surrounds them.”(an astro “Sabian Symbol)
Alone, we can be that person – Together we are the glowing circle of angels. So let us all be danced into place where we can do the most good, while having the most playful fun possible.
The More the Merrier the Magic,
as we gather at what Terry Pratchett calls “this little circle of firelight we call the physical world.”As a waggish friend, David Grimes, oft says: “If we’re not having fun-we’re just not serious enough.”

This Season is a time of Incarnational Mystery, when humans have gathered for 30,000 years to invite*magnetize power into the world and offer it a story template to animate. “O literal and metaphoric light of the Sun, come on in, and illumine this painting, this writing, at the back of the cave!” What is our desirable “against all odds” miraculous personal and collective story that we would like to be born?

We are journeying into Wild Winter: the time for which we were born, to cultivate, animate and contribute our considerable gifts to the community in a manner that is reciprocally replenishing. The astro*mytho*guiding story would define now as a luxury of introspection and dedication. A great time for each of us to write our own Manifesto of Dedicated Devotion. This will serve as our tiller that steers our boat through the wild waters of 2016. As poet-ally Robert Bly reminds us, our dedication now is “to keep our small boats afloat – when so many have gone down in the storm.”

Inward dedication magnetizes outward opportunity, as we journey into a creative realm of increased serendipitous synchronicity.
Sometimes we cry out – and there is no response. Waily-waily. But sometimes – we call out, and there is a resounding synchronous response: “Helloooooo!” Nothing so delights our heart, as to feel that we are indeed in a call and response with the Divine.

Co-operators are standing by!

Eager to animate our proffering. “You write it-we’ll do the booking,” say Jupiter and Uranus path-openers. “Don’t worry about how. That will just depress you. Situation so dire- can’t afford the luxury of realism.We will handle how. You’ll be glad you didn’t slow yourself down by worrying about how. Our ‘how’ will make you bark with delight.”

All of Nature awaits our dedicated wonder and willingness to  re-join the Choreography of Creation.

This Solstice
This Christmas
This Winter

The astro*mytho*guiding* meta-story is so heartening: the Venusian Trickster Redeemer is born in each of our hearts on Christmas Day (Uranus-Trickster Redeemer against all odds ingenuity stations to go forward 10:53 pm est December 25th)…And for Bonus Points ’tis a Full Moon that day, whose image is “A Party of Campers packing their canoe at twilight – the ability to navigate dark waters.” Woo-hoo, team. Glowing angels and wolves and coyotes and wombats etc- we are all packing our canoes together. Here we go…..Let’s envision, Magnetize and Animate

My favorite Christmas Tree ornament is a ceramic depicting the Three Magi (astrologers) approaching the crèche
and exclaiming: “It’s a girl!”
And so it is now, within our hearts, regardless of our temporary age, race and gender assignments- the Venusian Trickster Redeemer is born.

That we may be agents of Sane Reverence assuming Cultural Narrative Lead, becoming Artists of Atmosphere-conjuring the atmosphere where the desirable can happen…
Cultivating our uniqueness, that we may each “dree our weird,” “play our role in Destiny.”

The mysteries of Death, Grief, Beauty: May the destruction of Saturn form, liberate the beauty it contained.
When the Bamiyan Buddhas were destroyed, when the Temple of Tolerant Baal in Syria was blown up, when over 30,000 species have died this year-
May it be that the spirit- beauty contained by form, be liberated to waft around the world as a prayer.
Beauty and Destruction – neck and neck. We’re betting on Beauty!

“Aizon!” is an Amharic blessing word meaning:”support and encouragement to embrace the challenge when embarking on a difficult journey.”

So let’s lift our glasses and toast each other: “Aizon!”