Wake up and Dream!
“Million to one chances crop up nine time out of ten, when your heart is dedicated.” (Granny Weatherwax, via Terry Pratchett)
”those who say it cannot be done should not interrupt those that are doing it.” (Chinese saying, lifted from Facebook)
July 12, 2010
6pm PDT, 9pm EDT
Yo Team,”against all odds,” surrounds us at this historic pivotal cultural Kairos moment. (“Kairos” means the strategic fulcrum moment.)
Yet!
Sunday’s eclipse invites us to the necessary task of beauty and opportunity (Venus and Jupiter): the on-going exercise for the next 6 months to catalyze the desirable story in the meme-osphere.
Eclipses are associated with the downfall of tyranny. What do we want eclipsed and by what?
Planting the seeds: Let reverent collaborative ingenuity eclipse tyrannical dominance,
May the beauty of Mystery eclipse the tyranny of certainty.
Eclipse: Dark weds light, the Sun and the Moon, the Yang and Yin are not at war, but dancing.
in Cancer, the realm of memory. In Mayan “remember” means “to feed.” Let us remember the desirable qualities of culture, the beauty of all whom we love, the living and the dead. The wiser-than-we-are sky story continues to guide us to the dance.
Venus in Virgo (“a guardian angel watches over a couple in the wilderness.” ) trining Pluto retrograde at “a party of campers pack their canoes at twilight, the ability to navigate through dark waters.”
Let’s remember the desirable in the dead and the living, and invite those qualities of poets, writers, animals, plants into
our round table. (King Arthur’s Round Table was just re-excavated, in the nick of time, said to be a gathering place for 1,000.)
I drew another New Orleans Voodoo Tarot card: Rada Mambo – The Watery part of Air,
“water thickens air and allows it to transmit physical and astral information and power.”
In the chart of now we have much fire and earth, needing water and air.
So, I just called Sallie Ann Glassman, co-author of “The New Orleans Voodoo Tarot,”
and we spoke of La Sirene/Olokun Loa of the deep deep sea. The New Orleans voodoo community had done ceremony last week, of apology and healing. La Sirene did show up, she said:
“Live differently now.”
“Wake up now.”
When I queried Sallie Ann how she was living differently she replied that she uses no air-conditioning, drives nowhere, is off the grid, gardens with indigenous plants, and is happier learning to use “uncomfortable,” to become “comfortable” in a deeper way.
May authentic earned “comfortable” eclipse unconscious comfort.
In speaking to New Orleans ally this morning, there is terrible discomfort: burning eyes, coughs, nausea, “hard to sing.”
And tremendous concern about storms.
Sallie Ann said she would welcome our team uniting with hers to avert the storms.
(They will meet on Saturday…We will prepare for them tonight and this week.)
So we put that on our work table of desirable mystery.
La Sirene said: “learn to swim with me in dreams. Dreams are the realm of collaborative power now.”
And so we shall. Neptune (“a butterfly emerging from a chrysalis,” opportunity for a wise culture to be conjured.)
conjoins Chiron in Neptune’s sign of Pisces. We invoke Chiron’s Aesclepion – the ancient cultural centers of intentional dreaming, healing and theatre.
An ally in New Mexico called and left the message that she had been concerned that the hummingbirds, who must travel across the Gulf had not yet shown up.
But then yesterday – they did. Brave tricky little hummingbirds! We gather inspiration from you.
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I’m adding my dream contributions; I have been dreaming of packing up my little house to move to a more central city location, and live with others (lot’s of specifics of sorting out bedrooms and closets, what and who goes where, what objects I had to leve behind). I stepped out amongst the front yard plantings to step to the curb, and a neighbor stopped me from stepping out into the street, which had been overcome by the river (I physically live between 2 rivers, the Willamette and the Columbia). The water was high, brown and moving pretty quickly, and many on the street had come out of their homes to watch the water roll by us. I wondered when the rivers would rise up beyond the cement boundries of the street system, and I was hoping one of us had a canoe in the garage. I realized no one was safe in the basement anymore. I thought of Isis and the Nile, and adjusting to a new flood cycle and river routing. Although it seemed a challenge, I knew that we had done this before…
Here’s to New Moon magic and all my relations along and in every waterway ~Rebecca
Rebecca, I appreciate reading your dreams. So many seem compelled to move location and may find the spiritual process informative. I think people are just figuring out how to post here via the comment link. Best wishes.
hi gang,
here is the email I sent Caroline yesterday. enjoy!
Big Love, hal
Caroline,
A few things I would like to offer up for the eclipse. I thought I didn’t want to go outside myself and put them on others but rather by focusing them on myself let the blessing ignite and fractilize(new word!) throughout all that is.
May my inner tyrant be eclipsed by my own council of wise grandmothers
May my nervous insecurity and fear of loss be eclipsed by excitement and delight over what new may come
My feelings of helpless futility eclipsed with graceful buckets and ladders of utility
That which no longer serves or is useful eclipsed by the beautiful and practical
My own hate and intolerance eclipsed by loving acceptance for all things to be in their own timing and order
May my neediness and grasping eclipsed by my own inner abundance and completeness
May the way i hide my light and self be eclipsed by my confident sharing of all I am
Thanks, Hal, for sharing a least part of you with us. Definitely, we would like to see more of you! Very inspiring.
Hal, that is all so beautiful! I especially love the last line… it speaks to my heart. (north node in Leo hidden in my 12th house)
There’s a song I used to hear on a folk radio show years ago, and unfortunately I don’t know the name of song or artist, but the chorus has stuck with me and kept playing in my mind as I listened to the recording of this call:
“Stop the war! Stop the war within yourself
and you won’t need to fight with someone else.”
I am honored to be in cahoots with you all!
Thank you Hal for posting those good spells for us all.
Thanks Donna for feeback on my dreaming process. I am a nightly dreamer and alot of it I interpret solely for myself, but there are images that come up that feel like they have a larger voice than just my struggles.
2 images came to me last night, and I am going to start to collect them as my own Sabian/Asklepian symbology:
A woman uncovers the bones of an ancestor, dusting them off with a dry wide paint brush. She sees the pelvic bones, with discolorations over them, and the skeleton’s legs have been put next to each other, producing what looks like a single, centered, wide leg bone. The dreamer pulls back her vision to see that the pelvis and leg bones together look like a mushroom, and the dreamer feels a deep long ancestral connection between our foremothers and the great mushroom intellegences.
The dreamer is chasing a black flying faerie into a rambling creek or small river. The faerie is lost amongst the other flying insects above the water, and the dreamer suspects the faerie is hiding under water. The dreamer slips under the water to see the faerie. The faerie has thrown herself ontop of a pile of mermaids. The mermaids have thrown themselves over a rock and are piled on top of each other. Their grief and despair shows through their heaving bodies and hidden faces, holding onto the rock, holding still–still against their swimming nature.
When I woke and entered the shower, I found myself under the spray, singing “ki, ki, ki, yemaya alodo…” in appreciation of my bathroom/water temple.
hey rebecca,
I’ve had a long-time deep connection to the fungal world and your dream brings up one of the insights I had a couple years ago while hunting edible wild mushrooms in my woods in northern california. One of the amazing things about mushrooms is that the actual mycellium they are made of and grow out of runs under the forest floor sometimes for miles and miles and is one living organism. The mushrooms themselves are simply the “fruit” of the mycellium popping up through the leaves or on the tree trunk.
I think humans are much like this. We perceive/believe we are separate and alone in the woods but actually we are all just different blooming points of the same vast living being, providing it with many different points of view and experience.
oooh Hal, yes, lovely insight for me. I need to hold that one close to my aching limbs when I slump under the weight of the machinations of my mind. You’re so good, makin’ mole and all ~Rebecca