Friday, October 12, 2012
From a numerological and Tarot perspective....
Friday 12th October's vibration (12+10+2+0+1+2) = 27/9.
Fertility and growth are the key words for the 27/9 vibration. Things are blossoming and coming to fruition. Those new ventures that you dreamed of are establishing themselves, and new business flourish under this vibration. Partnerships are indicated again with the presence of the 2, and so business partnerships and collaborations could help to promote your success.
The fruits that are harvested today can facilitate a cycle of growth for you that can span many years. The 27th card in the Tarot is the Ace of Wands, and represents the element of FIRE, so all fire signs, Aries, Leo and Sagittarius, are grouped under this card. The wand represents divine intent, and reflects feelings of inspiration, initiation, and crystal-clear intuition. That quest that the Page of Wands was about to embark on yesterday, starts now. The expressive fire power comes through strongly with 27/9, and you will be compelled to share your visions with the rest of us.
In fact presenting your work is a great idea under the 27/9, showing any kind of creative enterprise will be well rewarded. Shining your light will reflect back to you warmth, success and abundance. Light is the force that is amplified with 27/9, and this comes through clearly, again, with the tarot symbolism of the root essence number 9, The Hermit.
The key symbolism of the Hermit is the "Lamp of Hermes" that she/he holds out. If you look closely, you will notice that the symbol of 9 is actually a lamp with a handle, a container of light that enlightens and illuminates darkness and ignorance. The Hermit knows that knowledge is worthless and meaningless if it is isn't shared. True wisdom, and true fulfilment is achieved by giving out and reflecting your knowledge, and watching it enlighten others.
Friday, October 12, 2012
This wonderful morning offering from Wislawa Szymborska, a favorite poem from a favorite poet, speaks so deeply to me that I felt compelled to bring it forward for friends here to consider and possibly revel in, as I have. Although I know nothing of her religious propensities, I have no doubt that Szymborska was a deeply spiritual being. She speaks with deep awareness of the uncharted and often seemingly perilous journey we call "life."
My life is not without its pleasures, and I have had no traumas of immense proportions, other than the loss, as a young adult of my parents, and of my only sibling, my beloved younger brother 10 years ago. But the daily grind (and I'm NOT talking about my morning java ritual LOL) holds few thrills and my efforts at becoming more conscious mentally and spiritually in this crazy world are inconsistent at best. This causes inner turmoil and outer angst.
The weighty issue of my body is getting old (pun intended) and my seeming inability to move out of the never-never Plateau Land is beginning to unnerve me. The semester presses on, with papers, exams, and presentations becoming more frequent and intense and the preparations for an approximate three-month sojourn in my home-away-from-home in South America are upon me. In the midst of all this, feelings of aloneness sometimes crowd in. And then there are the tears and concern about beloveds around me who have problems much more profound than mine, not to mention the suffering all over the world, which truly weighs this Piscean down (see the end of blog for an example).
If the venerable Vietnamese monk Thich Nhat Hanh -- who has been through horrors I cannot even imagine -- can say, "The mind can go in a thousand directions, but on this beautiful path, I walk in peace. With each step, the wind blows. With each step, a flower blooms," I too can practice peace in the midst of the upheaval, the anxieties, the self-doubt and self-reprisals.
...all this welled up from diving into....
Performance without rehearsal.
Body without alterations.
Head without premeditation.
I know nothing of the role I play.
I only know it's mine. I can't exchange it.
I have to guess on the spot
just what this play's all about.
Ill-prepared for the privilege of living,
I can barely keep up with the pace that the action demands.
I improvise, although I loathe improvisation.
I trip at every step over my own ignorance.
I can't conceal my hayseed manners.
My instincts are for happy histrionics.
Stage fright makes excuses for me, which humiliate me more.
Extenuating circumstances strike me as cruel.
Words and impulses you can't take back,
stars you'll never get counted,
your character like a raincoat you button on the run ?
the pitiful results of all this unexpectedness.
If only I could just rehearse one Wednesday in advance,
or repeat a single Thursday that has passed!
But here comes Friday with a script I haven't seen.
Is it fair, I ask
(my voice a little hoarse,
since I couldn't even clear my throat offstage).
You'd be wrong to think that it's just a slapdash quiz
taken in makeshift accommodations. Oh no.
I'm standing on the set and I see how strong it is.
The props are surprisingly precise.
The machine rotating the stage has been around even longer.
The farthest galaxies have been turned on.
Oh no, there's no question, this must be the premiere.
And whatever I do
will become forever what I've done.
~ Wislawa Szymborska ~
(Poems New and Collected 1957-1997, trans. S. Baranczak and C. Cavanagh)
As always, thanks to Joe Riley, purveyor of fine poetry:
For those who would like to know more about the extraordinary Szymborska, here are two blogs I posted on her :
Here are two tip-of-the-iceberg examples of the source in my sadness in this life:
And THIS is my work and my joy:
Friday, September 21, 2012
September 22: Sun in Libra. Mabon. Fall Equinox 7:49 am PDT/10:49 am EDT.
Autumn Song, Van Morrison
(I'm including all of Irma Kaye Sawyer's lovely and juicy text for those who want to dig deep) --
Re-visioning, Dry Land, and the Empress: Fall Equinox Report
Hello friends. When I consulted Guidance on this particular Fall Equinox, I was given a few guideposts or "Source Codes" as I like to call them. I heard the term "Dry Land" and remembered this song that I always liked. This lyric stood out particularly:
"And when I surfaced, the mountains opened up like fish.
Breathe through gills now, and I'm making one small wish.
With heaven beside me, there is no one can do me harm."
-- Buffalo Tom
It certainly does seem like we've all had to breathe through gills, metaphorically doesn't it? We've had to learn new adaptive skills and also dig deep in our magical and spiritual bags for new tools and strategies to navigate these unknown and at times unsettled, or even dangerous waters.
Fall Equinox Message: We see that the Fall Equinox is likened to finally approaching land after several months "at sea." At times the seas were calm, but they also were tumultuous and rough for many travelers. There is a collective feeling of relief and peace in putting one's feet on dry land. This time the land is in a new world that while is still in its infancy, is growing and expanding in its beauty and splendor by the day.
-- The Akashic Wisdom Keepers, 9.17.12
To some ancient peoples the Fall Equinox was the *real* New Year. The harvest is in, the cool of the season appears and the spiritual currents and energies change to reflect this. It is a naturally and innately spiritual time, especially for those that are attuned to it.
"The beauty of autumnal resolutions is that no one else knows weâ€™re making them. Autumnal resolutions donâ€™t require horns, confetti, and champagne. September resolutions ask only that we open to positive change."
-- Sarah Ban Breathnach
"During the equinoxes, the Earth's auric or magnetic field is affected by the Sun's alignment with the Earth's equator. Twice each year, at the equinoxes, the Sun rises and sets exactly over the equator, remaining closely aligned there for approximately 48 hours. This produces a reduction in the magnetic field of the Earth, allowing us to connect more easily with other dimensions."
-- Cayelin K. Castell
Some ritual suggestions for Fall Equinox: Do a personal inventory of what energies and personality traits have been triggered by the powerful energies over the Summer. Forgive, and forgive some more! Write it out and bury or burn it. Envision and re-vision your plans and goals for the year. It's not over yet! It may have seemed like we've been getting sidetracked, but it's all part of it. No one said this Shift stuff would be linear, you know? :)
The Goddess of the 2012 Fall Equinox is Sophia, Goddess of Wisdom. Diana the Huntress ruled over the Summer with its trials and warrior stances. Sophia in this instance is also likened to the "Empress" in the traditional tarot card deck. The Divine Mother: the giver of life, abundance, peace, bounty. She also in this instance represents Gaia, Mother Earth herself.
I was also shown Four Animal Totems for the Four Directions.
1) Dove - Symbol of the Holy Spirit. Peace. Unseen support and assistance. Healing from loss and grief.
2) Whale - Record Keeper. Whales are among the most ancient sentient creatures living on the Earth at this time. Sound and vibrational healing and telepathic communication. Healing personal and collective wounds.
3) Owl - Wisdom creature. Deep perception, "all-seeing owl." Clairvoyant. Feminine. Represents the energies and power of night and the moon.
4) Leopard - Feminine. Dark of the moon. Shamanic Magic. Personal power. Stealth and beauty.
Please do feel free to work with these symbols and totems as you are guided. I will be particularly interested to hear from our shamanic friends if these power animals make an appearance in your world over the Equinox weekend.
Wishing you all a blessed and bountiful Mabon and Fall Equinox.
-- Irma Kaye Sawyer, Cosmic Weather
THE DAILY MUTTS
"Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile."
--William Cullen Bryant
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
I can't decide what I want to do when I grow up (and if I want to get there before I die I guess I'd better begin!), I'm on a plateau physically and spiritually -- neither the body weight nor the mental weight are moving, and my sense of place and purpose are tenuous at best.
Some mornings I feel more perplexed than usual at the conundrum of life. After pondering the "why this's" and "why thats" and reading BILLBOOO's blog on getting back on-purpose, ROSALIEESTHER's on being in appreciation of life, KALIGIRL's on meditation and CRYSTALJEM's on finding the teacher within, I turned this morning to poetry, and who should pop up but a favorite, Billy Collins, always there to dish out "kitchen table wisdom." He, like my SparkFriends above, spoke to me...perhaps he will to you as well. But you can always check out the aforementioned blogs if you prefer!
I pour a coating of salt on the table
and make a circle in it with my finger.
This is the cycle of life
I say to no one.
This is the wheel of fortune,
the Arctic Circle.
This is the ring of Kerry
and the white rose of Tralee
I say to the ghosts of my family,
the dead fathers,
the aunt who drowned,
my unborn brothers and sisters,
my unborn children.
This is the sun with its glittering spokes
and the bitter moon.
This is the absolute circle of geometry
I say to the crack in the wall,
to the birds who cross the window.
This is the wheel I just invented
to roll through the rest of my life
touching my finger to my tongue.
-- Billy Collins, from The Art of Drowning
Dubbed â€śthe most popular poet in Americaâ€ť by Bruce Weber in the New York Times, Billy Collins is famous for conversational, witty poems that welcome readers with humor but often slip into quirky, tender or profound observation on the everyday, reading and writing, and poetry itself. John Updike praised Collins for writing â€ślovely poems...limpid, gently and consistently startling, more serious than they seem, they describe all the worlds that are and were and some others besides.â€ť
Oh, and here's one take on true happiness via David Lynch:
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