"Without vision, the people perish." Most of us, maybe all of us, have experienced those times of vision-drought, times of vision-bounty, and those times of being in-between. Or those times of "vision shakeup" -- something that has happened recently for... Continue Reading →
The Energies of Now are taking on more Fire, where we’ve had an ocean of Water in recent weeks, though the sensitive, watery, tidal essence of the Neptunian-Piscean is still very much in play.
That said, it’s good to note that Fire and Water create steam, or hydro-thermal baths, or boiling water, or doused passion, etc. … actually, and metaphorically speaking.
So lest we Go All Mars (Fire) and bubble over, or get too steamy (in less than helpful ways), or feel like there’s still a wet blanket on our energy and passion, here’s an Energies of Now update.
Fire and Water will continue to be foremost elements in the Energies of Now, so this is a timely reminder … and an Orienteering clue-guide as well.
What’s bubbling for (and in) you?
Read on, and see what stirs into your awareness.
Wishing you happy and wise navigating as we ready for a new season … and a new (astro and seasonal) year’s Vision Quest and Hero/ine’s Journey.
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noun od·ys·sey ˈä-də-sē
: a long journey full of adventures
: a series of experiences that give knowledge or understanding to someone
1: a long wandering or voyage usually marked by many changes of fortune
2: an intellectual or spiritual wandering or quest (Merriam-Websters Dictionary)
Sounds like life, doesn’t it — the long journey full of adventures, changing fortunes, new understandings, and gravitas-creating wisdom?
Or so we would hope, in any case.
We’re each on our very own Odyssey, and we’re on a collective Odyssey, too, in these wild and wily transformative times.
The mythic-astrology language for the archetypal energies at work now includes:
• Neptune in Pisces,
• Uranus in Aries,
• Pluto in Capricorn — and their epic ‘square’, waning but still in effect, and
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The ‘Wild Bee Wisdom‘ from Fiona MacLeod and David Wagoner spiraled up again to the surface in a conversation this morning with a fellow Via Transformativa sister.
I have deep appreciation for just how timeless this wisdom and inspiration is, so wanted to share that again in this freshly updated piece from the Sophia’s Children treasure-vaults.
If you’re of ‘this little clan’, as Fiona MacLeod wrote, you’ll recognize yourself in this.
Most of us have experienced it at some point: “There’s no going back.”
That’s one of the big differences between change and transformation.
With transformation, there is no ‘back there’ to return to, because ‘back there’ is rubble. Probably smoking rubble. Well-burnt toast.
We’ve been places, created things, experienced relationships, lost much, and have left (or been wrenched from) things and people as Life took us into radically new territory and explorations.
If we’ve been traveling a transformation path, our very way of perceiving and believing has been irrevocably altered.
We’ve crossed through threshold after threshold.
Sometimes these Wisdom-initiating shifts and transformation detours come via more radical means: the archetypal ‘shamanic lightning bolt’ (and shamanic ego ‘dismemberment’ and/or death), or by way of what the vision-poet writer Fiona MacLeod called the ‘dark and starless roads.’
If we’re lucky, in hindsight we see these life-altering events and seemingly meandering paths…
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Happy Samhain, All Hallow’s, All Souls, or All Saints week!
May you be enriched by the actual and metaphorical ‘fruits of the harvest’ and the blessings of the Season, and may the Wisdom within grow stronger, deeper roots.
Nowadays, with so much wisdom forgotten, many people think of Samhain or the cross-quarters as evidence of pagan ancestors or ‘ancestor worship’.
Or, among those who self-describe as more learned or intellectual, such seasonal festivals might be seen as holdovers from more ‘primitive’ or ‘superstitious’ times.
That’s all so much inaccurate thinky-thinky blah-blah that, caught up in the fog of self-righteousness, misses the point entirely.
Starting October 31st on the calendar, and/or when the Sun reaches mid-Scorpio (15 degrees) in the Northern Hemisphere’s Autumn Season, we note the Samhain, or All Hallow’s, All Souls, or All Saints festival. The ‘Halloween’ of modern times.
This year, 2015, the solar or astrological cross-quarter midpoint occurs over November 7th or 8th, depending on where in the world you are (in New York, it’s just about ‘exact’ at 1:00 p.m. on November 7th).
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‘Tis the season, given the ‘thin time‘ of All Souls and Samhain days coming up at the end of the month and early November — and the general Transformation Times Zap Zone energies we continue to live in and dance with.
Here’s an updated Resources for Empaths and Sensitives Series musing, along with the link to the garden-bouquet of posts for Sensing-Empaths and other energy sensitives, and transformation-catalyst kindred spirits who are feelin’ it just about now.
Big Love and Thin Times Blessings,
Ahhh, to be an actual, ‘just wired that way’ Empath — One who is naturally made to be more sensitive to the energy currents (subtle and not-so-subtle), including the thoughts and emotions wafting and swirling around us at any given moment.
To be a Sensing-Empath, oran Empathic-Sensitive as some might say, is to have a set of unique innate gifts or medicines for our times.
In this case, Empathic Sensitivity is an inherent or natural trait — the way we’re made — not a learned-behavior.
But the inherent capacity to actual sense and feel subtle and ‘unseen’ energies? That’s innate, not taught.
I’m not sure — in fact, I don’t actually think — that actual empathy can be taught, though certain awareness or ‘having a clue’ might be increased, and skillful communication and interpersonal behaviors taught (or mimicked).
That said, empathic sensitivity may not always feel like a gift…
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This is such a beautiful, soulful, evocative piece from Andrea — have a look at these photos and her musings about these abandoned, neglected places.
I resonate because it’s something I’ve noticed since I was a wee snippet of a child and wandered such places, or passed by them and wondered about the stories held in their walls and in the ground on which they were built.
Sometimes, after visiting with or reflecting on these places that are like liminal, in-between ‘eco-tones’ or portals, I’d follow the whispers that surfaced and write them into a story that took shape.
I pass by some on my regular walkabouts, but this topic reaches out for me from time to time too, as with Andrea’s post or this bit of inspiration I came across a few months ago and that’s stayed with me, working like a seed in my awareness:
“In a symptomatic way vandalism — which favors schools, cemeteries, and churches — paradoxically draws attention to the sacredness of things. Frequently when we have lost a sense of the sacred, it reappears in a negative form.
The work of dark angels is not altogether different from those who wear white. Here, then, is another way to interpret the abuse of things – as an underworld attempt to reestablish their sacredness.”
~ Thomas Moore, as shared in this reflection from photographer David Masters.
… when we have lost a sense of the sacred, it reappears in a negative form.
… an Underworld attempt to re-establish sacredness.
Well there’s a theme … and that is what the Underworld attempts to do.
Let Andrea take you on a short walkabout and visit with a few of these richly storied abandoned places …
Every town has its abandoned places. Weed-choked, pigeon-haunted, windows toothed with shards of glass. These are the crumbling, forgotten parts of town, where graffiti blooms in shells of rooms, trees cleave foundations and girders grasp the sky. Spiked pewter fences and nailed plywood defend the carcasses of buildings or the spaces where they once were. Perhaps a battered for sale sign or a warning to keep out: nature and man conspiring to repel visitors.
Nature is quick to claim the things we discard. These are the buildings that have served their purpose. Unlike ruins, which are valued and preserved, these are the unloved spaces. The broken warehouse that was once a canning factory; the tilting façade that was a town hall. Buildings with an uncertain future – to be demolished, renovated, or left to collapse. Buildings that attract the wrong kind of attention: graffiti, vandalism, bad behaviour. They are the forgotten history of the town, unwanted relics of old ways of life. Reminders that everything is temporary. If…
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“The hope of the world lies in the restoration of the ancient magic that is part of your lineage.” ~ Steve Nelson
Yes, yes, yes!
So much of what we’re doing is re-discovering the magic of place, of Life, of our own beings, and the magic in all that’s around us.
The magic that nearly gets snuffed out of us early on. The magic that has been ignored by a perceptual worldview that ‘everything else’ is just inert ‘stuff’ that’s for our perpetual consumption.
To me, the magic is the Holy Divine … or at least the Holy Divine’s way of speaking to, playing with, guiding and Big Loving us!
Thanks to my friend Molly Hall for sharing Jon’s post with me, and thanks to Jon for writing it … particularly the bit about the “inoculation of reality aimed at suppressing magic.”
And so we remember it …
Magic and depression
by Jon Rappoport
April 17, 2015
“The function of the artist is to provide what life does not.” —Tom Robbins, Another Roadside Attraction
“Those people who recognize that imagination is reality’s master we call ‘sages,’ and those who act upon it, we call ‘artists.’” —Tom Robbins, Skinny Legs and All
In the human psyche, from the moment a newborn baby emerges into the light of day, he/she has a desire for magic.
We are told this is an early fetish that fades away as the experience of the world sets in. As maturity evolves. As practical reality is better understood.
In most areas of psychology, sensible adjustment to practical reality is a great prize to be won by the patient. It marks the passage from child to adult. It is hailed as a therapeutic triumph.
In truth, the desire for magic never goes away, and…
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"My Life Came to a Standstill..." That's what Leo Tolstoy wrote in his Confessions about the period in his life when his old priorities and accomplishments no longer held meaning for him, but a new sense of meaning and authenticity... Continue Reading →
There are some cycles, passages, or even life-purposes that fly (or flow) in direct opposition to the more Saturnine, Capricornian, structured, hierarchical, "Puritan work ethic" oriented norm that is celebrated in much of Western culture, and certainly in the U.S.... Continue Reading →
“Another world is not only possible, she’s on the way and, on a quiet day, if you listen very carefully you can hear her breathe.” ~ Arundhati Roy*
There’s something compelling about being reminded that a new story is trying to be born into being — and be born into the world through us.
Have you been feeling that … the uncertainty, the pressure, the pull of something trying to be born through you, to be midwifed into being by you and your fellow midwives?
It may be something you’ve been feeling, following, and stepping (or stumbling, or getting dragged kicking and screaming) into for quite awhile now.
A sense of purpose that sometimes you can see and feel clearly, and sometimes not, as if you’re moving forward step by step across a bridge between old — what’s passing, and new — what’s being born — in one of those thick San Francisco fogs, in which you can see maybe one step, one foot in front of you?
On the cusp between two worlds, two ways of being, with a bridge in between, as showed itself in a vision I saw in meditation some years ago.
I feel that way, a lot, as I know some of you do.
I love the places of clarity and certainty, of course; who doesn’t?
It often seems so much nicer than that seemingly perpetual uncertainty, doesn’t it? Yet uncertainty is what we’ve got, in boatloads.
So uncertainty becomes the mastery path, the invitation, the question to live into.
More often than not, it’s that step-by-step feeling and sensing my way over the bridge — with the uncertainty keeping me company all the way — through the thick fog, not wholly seeing what’s ahead, just knowing that’s just the direction to walk.
Letting Life lead … letting the Spirit lead me, you, us, forward, into the new yet not yet seen and away from the old normal (and as Aunt Francis reminds us, “Normal is not a virtue, my dear!”).
It’s so different from what I was taught, and most of us are taught, in the ‘Western’ culture: to ‘make it happen’, to push, muscle it through, ‘conquer life’. Ha ha. What a bizarre and somewhat delusional control-freak fiction, and it does take quite a bit to be shaken loose of it!
But the new story will be born, bizarre, delusional fictions of cultural conditioning (and a rather big side-dish of pride!) aside.
As Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee shares, this is:
“… a new story, arising from deep within the psyche of humanity and the world soul at this moment in our and its evolution.”
“… the story of life evolving, recreating itself anew, but we are needed to midwife it into existence.”
A new story that requires us to remember and reclaim the ancient, ancestral wisdom, even as the new story that’s being born pulls us forward.
Thanks to Anna Lin from Healing Streams for sharing the following snippet from Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee today (continue on to see the excerpt, and a link to his full article).
I felt glad and deeply appreciative for the reminder of Llewellyn’s words … that something’s being born, and the birthing process isn’t without moments of discomfort.
No matter how long I’ve immersed in the Wisdom, or how long I’ve been step-by-stepping across that bridge in the fog, letting the new be born through me (and the old to be shucked off and die from me), I appreciate the reminders, always.
Can you feel the bit of that new story pulling you, nesting in you, drawing you forward through the fog?
Another world-story is possible … can you hear her breathing?
“There is a new story waiting to be born, waiting to redeem the planet and nourish our souls. It is a story of a oneness that includes the diversity of creation in a self-sustaining whole, a story that can bring back the magic within nature that is needed to heal our damaged planet. It is a story of co-operation rather than competition or conflict. And it includes the mystery of life as well as the understanding that science can give us. It is also a new story, arising from deep within the psyche of humanity and the world soul at this moment in our and its evolution.
We are not the sole creators of this story, because it is the story of life evolving, recreating itself anew, but we are needed to midwife it into existence. As with all births it needs to come from the inner to the outer…
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This theme just keeps coming up -- navigating the uncertainties and other quirks and curiosities of the In-Between, when one cycle has ended but the next hasn't yet taken shape and gotten traction. Or maybe you've experienced some epic change in your... Continue Reading →
Most of us have experienced it at some point: "There's no going back." That's one of the big differences between change and transformation. With transformation, there is no 'back there' to return to, because 'back there' is rubble. Probably smoking rubble.... Continue Reading →