Unfurling to Ride the Equinoctial Tide
We begin to awaken from the sleep-dream into the field of action.
Just as awakening from sleep, we seek to remember the important dream-of kinship- in myriad flickering forms, embody them, lest the opportune guidance become wispy ephemerata.
Remembering our true selves, our destiny,
our role in the Dynamic Mystery Play.
You know, how sometimes people ask that harumphitudinous question, “who do you think you are?” To which we respond, “good question, but there’s a flag on your tone.” We re-frame:
“Hoo-doo you think you are?!”
“Hoo-Doo! You think! You Are!”
Latency, potential, into action.
Mars and Uranus are already in the Vernal Dynamism of Aries, awaiting the Sun’s entry on Wednesday at 7:02 am EDT, followed by Venus on Thursday.
Neptune, Chiron, and Mercury keep one foot (or fin) in the Oceanic Piscean world of Neptune-Jupiter’s vast reverie.
Neptune, characteristically, had already been observed by astronomer(s) in 1821, without their realizing it, and was only acknowledged, “discovered,” in June of 1846. What have we already experienced, without knowing it, that now we realize? Neptune will transit through its home realm of Pisces until March of 2025, giving the home-team advantage to dreamers, those cultivating intimacy with the power of myths, dreams, metaphors.
That would be us, o team o’ valiant, intrepid, fellow aspiring agents of the Trickster Redeemer.
We continue our usual word-play (remember “ecstasy.”) and shenanigans, with fresh tales from the crypt of CPAC, from which I have just returned, where absolutely in myriad witty ways, my fieldwork made clear that even there, magic was alive.
Under the vast oily sheen of toxicity. (“Like a dead mackerel- in the moon-light, it both shines and stinks.”)
Yet! If the magic is anywhere – it is everywhere. Truly.
(Shall regale us with reports of such.)
(and being rear-ended in car on way to Kodo, demon drummers from Sado Island…Yet, there and everywhere, practicing manta of “I wonder how this is perfect?!”)
Mercury, adorably, stationed direct on St. Patrick’s Day. We re-turned to gather the essential Medicine of Transforming of Poison.
Whatever we do for ourselves grants us the spiritual muscle tone to be an agent of such in culture.
We continue to practice in perpetuity:
The sneakiest trick of the Reality Police, Dementors of Doom, is to snooker us into a narrative of vituperative polarity.
Any narrative of “they’re gonna getcha” (fill in the blank, chem-trails, reptile people from the Futon Belt etc….) reminds us to say to ourselves and our buddies, “well, how shall you, we, Ho’o’pono pono that? Heal the demonic within ourselves, for are we not remembering we are wizards of transformative shape-shifting?!”
Discerning the distinction between illusion (“in-ludo” = “in the game,”) vs. delusion (“de-ludo”= “out of the game.”) ; which is the difference between “finite” and “infinite” games.
It is wondrous good fortune that…. (o, forgot the rest of that sentence, lost to the Neptunian void, but let’s fill it in together.)
(I will be presenting a virtual vernal equinox, Wednesday night, same time, 9 pm EDT, to which you guys and gaias are comped.)
I really tapped into the games in my life which are finite, and which are infinite last night…how to get over feeling snookered by the Reality police I carry around within me, who believes the finite game is win-able?…how do I dance with my inner Cheney?
Thank you, Rebecca for helping me to find the comment section! I also wonder what it is like to dance with my inner Cheney, bless his heart. The ‘inner Cheney’ cha cha cha?
Yes! Even I have now found the comment section…and we want to magnetize this Realm with Equinoctial Green Fire… Remember Ho’o pono pono…one form, to find inner demonic, part of self, and say “I love you and I forgive you.” Experiment experiment experiment!
Blessings to All and I am happy to have found the comment section too : )