Update:
Yo Team, as is the improvisational, scavenger hunt nature of now- elves are still working on retrieving Saturday night’s Splendiferous Solstice address.
(We are calling forth the video version. )
In keeping with “When life hands you demons- make demonade!”
We are sending you a retrieved treasure, yes from 2001- yet one of the best collaborative talks I’ve ever conjured. With Stephen Kent on didgeridoo, and Ida Maxim singing-moaning beauty into world. The beginning of the Scheherezade series- completely pertinent to now.
All Positive Sizzly Solstice Woof to all,
Caroline
Yo Team,
back-stage ally Richard Olson is preparing the recording of my Summer Solstice address, delivered at Open Secret on Solstice Eve Saturday night,
for you all…Almost two hours. Twill be sent to all by tonight, Mercury Willing….all pertinent to us now..
(and many adorable Tricksters were there! “Hi, all you adorables, splendid to see so many attending beings.”)
This Recording is in Lieu of tonight’s call: Allowing me to skedaddle, with nonchalance, to the Wu Wei Tea House in Fairfax California tonight, convening next Solstice Council…
Each night, we see the beautiful heartening sky story above us in the Western Sky, as Venus grows closer each night to her rendezvous with Jupiter, July 1st…
(and note fixed star Regulus in graceful continuing arc…)
Daniel Giamario will be this week’s radio guest on Thursday to further unfurl the guiding mysteries.
Tonight wherever we all be, we are telepathically convening under the Moon, Big Momma, ruler of the Season, in Virgo, that our words be Medicine and our thoughts be dedicated to Dia-Gnosis….(and we really really remember to engage our Harumphiyude Composter.)
The Pope be smokin’ and “dreeing his weird:”
From: With climate encyclical, the Pope has knocked one out of St. Peter’s – The Globe and Mail
by Elizabeth Renzetti:
“It is a rare document that cites The Divine Comedy, the works of Thomas Aquinas and the Basel Convention on hazardous waste. There cannot be many modern communications that, in place of emojis, give us quotations from St. Basil the Great along with the phrase “synthetic agrotoxins.”
Only one such document appeared this week and it was, of course, Laudato Si (Praise Be), the papal encyclical on climate change. As a former Catholic who is still angry at the church on a number of fronts, I was prepared to pick holes in Pope Francis’s lengthy treatise, but instead came away quite awestruck: He has hit this one out of St. Peter’s.”
“For this, Pope Francis has been excoriated by right-wing critics as “a Marxist,” “an eco-wolf in Pope’s clothing” (points for bonkers metaphors),”
We’re for Pope being Eco-Wolf! Awoooooooo!
“Perhaps because he is beholden to no one – being the Pope and all – there is a remarkable and quite refreshing lack of hedging or equivocation in Laudato Si. The world is imperilled. The poor, especially, are imperilled owing to the greed and obliviousness of the rest of us. All things are connected, even if we are willfully blind to the connections. “Things are now reaching a breaking point, due to the rapid pace of change and degradation; these are evident in large-scale natural disasters as well as social and even financial crises, for the world’s problems cannot be analyzed or explained in isolation.”
There has been a hole in the climate-change argument – a hole of grandeur, or compelling narrative, or moral authority. The densely packed reports of the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change are vital but they don’t stir the heart. The weasel words of politicians are designed to drive us to drink.
