Splendid to be Incarnationally Coinciding

at this time of Opportune Dire Beauty…

as

Flora Fauna Convenes the Councils of Sane Reverence,

of which this be one of many, may it be so!

 

Everyone, every mad, dancing unique,

shape-shifting experimental molecule is invited.

 

You know how the Scorpio part of our collective dream,

is calmed by crisis, comes alive with ironic twinkling

relaxed sizzle when things get so bad that tout le mode

acknowledges? Well Scorpio is pretty relaxed,

sizzly and jauntified right now.

 

Scorpionic Jupiter and Mars rise in the pre-dawn sky

cahooting with Sun, Venus, Pluto,

(and Saturn, soon Mercury) in Capricorn,

the council of Mavens dedicated to

the next seven generations…

in close association with Neptune and Uranus…

bringing old dreams alive in a new way…

 

at this Darkening dive to the New Moon

(New Moon in Capricorn on January 16th)

 

*** (I will be convening a kindred Trickster

Renaissance Council in India by then…

So tonight, let’s set some themes in motion,

whereby to telepathically cahoot, until my return

to our Council on the 29th.

All enrollments will be extended to

accommodate our Christmas, New Years

and my 2 weeks in India hiatus…

May it all be nourishing.) ***

 

Uranus trine Mercury:

Some genius is scheduling our lives.

(Underneath the hurley burey

of distracting befoiblement.)

 

Dedication to the desirable story

will guide actual molecular reality…

as Saturn in Capricorn will be an early greeter

to Uranus in Taurus… (exactly trined at

2 degrees Capricorn – Taurus in September)

Uranus will trine where Saturn is now in June.

The dedications we make now, will increasingly

partner us with the animistic vitality of what we love.

 

Imaginative Shape-Shifting (a Watery trine

betwixt Mars and Jupiter to Neptune,

that sextiles back to our Capricorn team)

is one of the most practical skills for now…

 

Coyotes and Cabbages,

and Galaxies, we have been/are all these things…

To prime the pump of our serious, realistic whimsy:

here, for our considering, be proffered  some variations of

 

The Song of Amergin (Amhairghin)

(Poet Druidic Bard of the Irish Mythological Cycle)

…………………………………..

Gods & Fighting Men, Lady Gregory, Part 1 Book 3

http://www.sacred-texts.com/neu/celt/gafm/gafm09.htm

I am the wind on the sea;

I am the wave of the sea;

I am the bull of seven battles;

I am the eagle on the rock

I am a flash from the sun;

I am the most beautiful of plants;

I am a strong wild boar;

I am a salmon in the water;

I am a lake in the plain;

I am the word of knowledge;

I am the head of the spear in battle;

I am the god that puts fire in the head;

Who spreads light in the gathering on the hills?

Who can tell the ages of the moon?

Who can tell the place where the sun rests?

…………………………………..

and the Welsh Bard Taliesin:

I have been a multitude of shapes,

Before I assumed a consistent form.

I have been a sword, narrow, variegated,

I have been a tear in the air,

I have been in the dullest of stars.

I have been a word among letters,

I have been a book in the origin.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…………………………………..

John Carey’s Translation from Gaelic: from ‘The Celtic Heroic Age’

As he set his right foot upon Ireland, Amairgen Glúngel son of Míl recited this poem:

I am a wind in the sea (for depth)

I am a sea-wave upon the land (for heaviness)

I am the sound of the sea (for fearsomeness)

I am a stag of seven combats (for strength)

I am a hawk upon a cliff (for agility)

I am a tear-drop of the sun (for purity)

I am fair (i.e. there is no plant fairer than I)

I am a boar for valour (for harshness)

I am a salmon in a pool (for swiftness)

I am a lake in a plain (for size)

I am the excellence of arts (for beauty)

I am a spear that wages battle with plunder.

I am a god who forms subjects for a ruler

Who explains the stones of the mountains?

Who invokes the ages of the moon?

Where lies the setting fo the sun?

Who bears cattle from the house of Tethra?

Who are the cattle of Tethra who laugh?

What man, what god forms weapons?

Indeed, then;

I invoked a satirist…

a satirist of wind.

…………………………………..

Robert Graves translation from ‘The White Goddess’

http://www.amergin.net/songofamergin.html

Amergin, Bard of the Milesians, lays claim to the Land of Ireland

I am a stag: of seven tines,

I am a flood: across a plain,

I am a wind: on a deep lake,

I am a tear: the Sun lets fall,

I am a hawk: above the cliff,

I am a thorn: beneath the nail,

I am a wonder: among flowers,

I am a wizard: who but I

Sets the cool head aflame with smoke?

I am a spear: that roars for blood,

I am a salmon: in a pool,

I am a lure: from paradise,

I am a hill: where poets walk,

I am a boar: ruthless and red,

I am a breaker: threatening doom,

I am a tide: that drags to death,

I am an infant: who but I

Peeps from the unhewn dolmen, arch?

I am the womb: of every holt,

I am the blaze: on every hill,

I am the queen: of every hive,

I am the shield: for every head,

I am the tomb: of every hope.

…………………………………..

 

and let’s feel free to add to, create our own

shape-shifting imagery, customized by

our own affinity and journey through

imaginative time…

 

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