Jupiter and Uranus tryst and go Adventuring,
and we put up our sails to journey with them on this wild journey!

“A woman emerges from the sea, a seal s embracing her.”

Plus: Mars enters Virgo, weds Vesta, refinement of all creativity, dedicated to contributing our Medicine,
and all journeying on to New Moon on Saturday June 12th (me presenting at Harmony festival in Santa Rosa)
“A Barn Dance, the shifts and changes necessary in the dance of life.”
Boy – Girl, you can say that again, so we will, as we journey to the Big Wedding of all that’s been falsely estranged. 

June 7, 2010
6pm PDT, 9pm EDT 

Whoa Team,
just returned from Great Mother Conference with scouting reports:

great thresholds for us to cross,
with Jupiter and Uranus guiding our understanding, our story, our willingness to relate
to each disruption as a creative opportunity for experimental spiralling cahoots.
(New Orleans cooking embraces craw-fish, from sweet water.)
We are cultivating our ingenious response to:

Wild fluctuations in the field, tornadoes, spiralling, viral storms brewing, hurricane season upon us, 
doors opening and closing… 
allies convening, all being danced into place according to our dedication.

Jupiter in tarot is the Wheel of Fortune-
requiring our hearts to be big enough to have empathic kinship with all stories.

News stories abound with the headline that so much is, “One hard storm away from ruin.”
Tornado outside Toledo,  
high school valedictorian’s father killed in tornado, which took his whole house away, leaving only a basement filled with water.
From graduation glory to funeral….ohhhhh, we embrace “there but for fortune go you or go I.”

It can all turn so quickly,
without presumption or hubrus, how do we step in to the middle of the storm, and cahoot with the winds of change….

We will explore the miraculous practice of seeing the desirable:”It is already done!” Chinese healing…Yes, takes years of training, but all good-hearted energy healing required now. 

Inadvertent erupting revelations abound…
(State Senator Jake Knotts in SC, referring to Nikki Haley, of Indian descent, running for Gov.,”We already got one raghead in the White House and we don’t need another in the Gov.s mansion.” Oops. 

So let’s dance with it all, New Moon  before Solstice…..Barn Dance….
(presenting at Tobey’s Feed Barn on  June 21st, so we will not be tele-coyoting that night…
BUT Trickster Trainees will be getting Solstice first…) 

from Trickster Ally Breer Grimes (who will be co-cahooting  with me at Califonia Trickster Training and Solstice celebration)
I queried him, out with the whales, what do they say? He said, they say, “mmmmmm, salmon tastes great!”
and this scouting report:

I just in briefly from the good ship Natoa and the good whales of the world, orcas mostly, like China Poot with her first calf, and Tutka with her second, and Herring Pete who dives under the boat boisterously and wiggles his giant body our way in enthusiasm for, oh, a belly full of king salmon, or the giddy mystery of the ocean, the sun on teal green water, flashing. Black and white wolves of the sea, all in their family packs, sometimes spreading far out over the water’s skin and then gathering back together, touching side by side, all lined up. Tall black dorsal fins break into the air in synchrony, the near simultaneous mist of their exhalation blows makes rainbows. The younger ones roll over the others like puppies, and the new calves stay close to mom, who shares milk, and salmon,  so they learn the ways of the world. And the world, under the water (above the sky?) is filled with the sound of high voices, screech and whistle and beautiful moan, and the click click click of sonar as they cast their beams about for silver torpedoes of salmon. For us up in the air dwellers, the nights are twilight, hardly dark at midnight, long days of low angle saturated sunlight as the snow melts and the flowers bloom and here and there in fair villages along the coast, wise and noble humans admire their budding sitka roses.

Yea, verily and lo, on the back of the tea bag it said unto me: “One of the best actions we can take, with courage, is to relax.” And so, rightnowforeveronceuponatime, I take a smiling breath and re-lax, sending greetings and blessings and aren’t you the lucky one to have received the perfect precise karma and mission such as this, your own life? 

Back out later today on the 12 hour voyage from Seward and Kenai Fjords here (where Rockwell Kent wrote and illustrated “Wilderness”) over to Prince Wm Sound where 21 years ago the black blood of the good Mother Earth made a Good Friday sentient sacrifice to wake the rascal humans up, and spiraling spiraling (“history doesn’t repeat itself but it does rhyme”) we have now the Gulfo de Mexico affair as the next line in the poem, to be swiftly redeemed, stay tuned-ededed.

We need another and a wiser and perhaps a more mystical concept of animals. Remote from universal nature, and living by complicated artifice, man in civilization surveys the creature through the glass of his knowledge and sees thereby a feather magnified and the whole image in distortion. We patronize them for their incompleteness, for their tragic fate of having taken form so far below ourselves. And therein we err, and greatly err. For the animal shall not be measured by man. In a world older and more complete than ours they move finished and complete, gifted with extensions of the senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices we shall never hear. They are not brethren, they are not underlings; they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendour and travail of the earth.      HENRY BESTON

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