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Wave Building… June 30, 2009

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I feel quite a bit stressed these days.  Just want to run & hide!  I’m sure there’s quite a bit of this energy going around.  I can’t be the only one who feels pressured.

I get cranky these days when I feel thusly.  It aggravates and annoys me to no end and I feel a mite put out.  Part of me I know is grateful for the busy-ness, but another part of me just wants to be able to go away somewhere and really chill.  I mean REALLY chill, to the point where I can let go of all the detritus and debris that permeates the civilibrutalized consciousness of this Borg.

Anyway, I started to post this yesterday during a particularly crazy-busy moment, and right now, I feel the need to post something.  It’s tough when I don’t really think I have anything meaningful to say, though I’ve hit upon a cool vein which I’ll try and explore tomorrow. 

I did have an interesting vision this morning.  I felt some spirit bird waft in and out of my room.  It was about the size of a crow, but it wasn’t a corvus.  It was some other type, something of a lighter hue.  Perhaps a small hawk?  Or a woodpecker or something.  I felt that was somehow significant.

Things are progressing with the buying of my building.  Little Italy, Father Troy both want me to have a foothold there.  I have the feeling as well that Schenectady is preparing some sort of place for me as well.  Much in the same way I perceived Samson as entering into my heart before I actually met the bugger after my Kitzel-bitz died.  (I still miss you, Kitzel!)

Anyway, I found something with Aurora Petra Majesta today, that will help me focus this blog back on the areas this site was meant to pursue.  Looking forward to what people will think.

Windows of the Wheel Year June 25, 2009

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Hecate has a contemplation about being grounded in one’s land, climate and weather.  It relates to what this blog, at least in its original conception, purports to be about, that is the mystical connections we have here in the Hudson-Mohawk Valley to the land and its seasons and climate. 

It occurs to me I’ve not really blogged much about the last two windows of the Wheel Year – i.e., Ostara and Beltane.  In thinking about them as windows, I have even gone so far as to refer to them as the Ostara-Beltane and Beltane-Litha windows, s0 that people understand the period of which I speak, though Ostara and Beltane do tend to tend to be enough of a shorthand for most paganfolk. 

[After having finished this posting, I realized that a subtitle for it would be "Frostwolf's Personal Creativity Throughout the Year."]

Ostara in this region is a burgeoning time as it is most places.  For the most part, it’s pretty cold here, and not much appears to be happening on the surface.  Somewhere in April, we start to see the crocuses and daffodils.  Toward the end of the season, as we get to Beltane, we start to see the tulips, which are really harbingers for the emotional summer that May Day symbolizes to me.  The transition from Imbolc to Ostara and the first part of “Scientific Spring” (the equinox is referred to as Midspring in the pagan year) are personally quite treacherous for me.  And I’ve certainly blogged about that before.  The transition from Ostara to Beltane, in contrast, is much more joyous and hopeful.

Here in the H-M Valley, Beltane is perhaps the most resplendent window in the regional wheel year.  It certainly pops us out of the morass of winter that we have endured since Samhain.  (Along those lines, the last few years, the Samhain window has been fairly mild, though the post-Thanksgiving sub-window of 2008 was particularly brutal, what with the ice storms we had.  The Yule window and the Imbolc window I personally experienced as fairly run-of-the-mill–not that I’m saying they were mediocre.  Just not wildly different from other years.)

For me, the past two Taurus-Gemini periods have been about doing shows.  I was in a play and directed and acted in another last year, and this year, I directed a play, and I’m acting in and producing another now.  My personal Beltanes are about creativity and expression, it seems.  (Next year, I’ll be utilizing my Imbolc and Ostara for that, and gearing up to direct King Lear over the summer, provided the wheels of the vEmpire still chug away like they do now–hard to say whether that will be the case.)

In looking at my history, I realize that most of my post-teenage summers have had some theatrical component.  Litha and Lammas both have portended some sort of theatrical engagement.  Over the past 3 years, the border between the two has been the culmination of a project.  Hm.  I’ve had some pretty joyous theater times during the Lammas come to think of it. 

My late Lammas and all the way through into Yule appear to be the time when I am most fertile for writing.  And my fallow period starts around my birthday, mid-Imbolc. 

I’d love to manifest responses to this post.  Care to make any?

Doom Sonnet #32 June 24, 2009

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I wish I had more to say than I do. Alas, this is all I’ve got today.

#32

Mother Earth! What poems do you want written?
Blood, Flesh, Bone – Mater, all come from your matter.
I sit by a gloried river, smitten
by quiet stately beauty. A pattern
of awestruck silence, simplicity
itself. Such tremendous power you hold
effortlessly. And quadruplicity
elements water, fire, air, earth, true gold
to we alchemists and poets seeking
these grandest of grail cups, Excaliburs’
passion, flame. Oh! a crackle-buzz streaking
through my body, some orgasmic shivers
no doubt that celebrate this life’s easy joys
(while mischievously unsettling our poise).

Oh, the sun! June 23, 2009

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Well, I worked through my lunch hour today. And on some level, that’s all right but I feel sad. This body needs some more sunlight and such. I was going to work out today, but I’ve decided to just go home and get some dinner and go out into my back yard. I really want to just be right now.

Just be. That will be fabulicious.

Wondering about timing and time June 22, 2009

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So. … I’m curious about the divine timing of my whole thing regarding the house I live in.  Last week, I had a lovely meditation with the Divine Mother, and She told me quite a few things that I found ticklesome and delightful.  Today, my partner and I met with an attorney to discuss and draft a contract for the house I live in.  With all the stuff taking place in the necronomy and the vEmpire, I’m wondering:  What is going on here, exactly?  I’m letting myself follow divine guidance, but …

I’m terrifed about some of this stuff.  And yet, I sense I’m about to set free from some things.

I’m also wondering about the nature of time itself.  A few years ago I slogged through Jean Gebser’s book about our dynamic reality (based on some reading of Ken Wilber), and discovered the notions of atemporality and aperspectivism.  I feel a liberation when I let go of time and space, when I ponder the limitlessness of the “Now.” 

Part of this today arises from a fun confabulation of factors.  First our email system is down at work.  The environment is “dead-in-the-water” in some ways, but I feel an appreciation for the quiet.  I drew the Sun card today in the tarot reading.  There seems to be some different elements tying into the solar for some reason–I decided to record a Sacred Path reading I did for myself on my break, and I was reading the Workbook about the various cards and came to the understanding that I really need to remember to treat each moment as sacred.

With the stuff with the lawyer, I forgot to put the papers in my bag, and my partner had to go over to my place to find them.  So I caused some irritation for Jodles.  Felt bad about that, but I’m grateful that he’s pointing me to change some of my errant ways.  My housekeeper comes in today as well.

My life is about to change–whether the economy shifts and all our lives change in one swell foop, or if it doesn’t, change is acomin’ for Frostwolf T’Firerose!  (Which btw, some day will become my legal name, though I don’t know when.  Whenever spirit dictates it.)

And there’s the energy of gratitude to consider.  I experience it as a fire in my chest.  When I think of the “fire-rose” image, gratitude’s energy is one possible expression of it. 

So, this is rather disjointed, but I’m feeling a little bit disjointed today.  Sometimes I’m not sure whether I should even be posting at times like this.  But I figure, might as well give any reader a chance to see some continuity of my erratic persona.  (Pisces, ya know…)

Pattern swarm June 19, 2009

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I don’t know how much of this pattern swarm around fractals, dark matter, dark energy and the Star Goddess is self-generated, but it’s interesting for me to come into awareness of all this, related to my awareness of the sacredness I swim in.  All of reality is infused with a mystic light. 

I’m reading a book on pantheism.  One of my assignments with my teacher was to write 2 page research papers on each of the basic elements, including Aether–so I wrote about dark matter/dark energy based on a book I read about awe.  On my little trip to the forest, I did a sacred path reading which counseled me to pay attention to all my relations. 

Today, interestingly I had a minor encounter with a couple of crows.  They were cawing at me.  I need to pay attention to something.  They flew up onto Aurora and perched.  One flew away later.  Aurora has attracted hawks every once in awhile, btw.

Last night I had a very instructive dialogue with Quakoralina (one name for the Star Goddess).  She started out being all frosty with me, but then she warmed up as we went along.  Quakoralina is not an easy goddess, but she can be most generous at times.  I think I’m sort of like that myself.

I feel she forms herself from dark matter and into a form that makes sense to me.  She conveys a bit of information to me that is interesting.  I try not to take it too seriously, but I also try not to dismiss it either.  I let things sit.  Life changes as life takes me in different directions.

One thing that she said that I will note is that I must write.  I must continue even though it seems to pay no rewards.  It may never pay a reward in my lifetime.  I don’t know when it will, if ever.  Perhaps it will reap a benefit to some far-flung descendant.  Who’s to say.

The book about pantheism has been a delight.  I find that I’m walking in the steps of several cool personages from the past, including Walt Whitman and Baruch Spinoza.  In glancing through the book, I see D.H. Lawrence and Virginia Woolf are mentioned as well.  I have a feeling that Tennessee Williams had some of this going on too.

Lots of recognitions taking place.  Lots of poetry coming into my awareness.  Lots of fractal gorgeousness manifesting every which way, and the four-by-four goons out there have no idea they’ve already lost a battle they alone set up, and that in the up-setting thereof set up their upset.  (!)

I continue to pray the increase in sexual potency for right wingers.  Their insanity will probably increase because they’re not made for this.  But they are made for this too.  A certain malady has to boil to the surface before the putrefaction can bear it away.  Pray for them.  Pray for Bill O’Reilly’s Sexual Potency.  Glenn Beck’s sexual potency.  Newt Gingrich’s sexual potency.  Even if it would appear abhorrent.  Pray the vampire energy that has engulfed them gets its own staking, that the light and holy water of the sexual potency prayer (“May you know Goddess’ will for you!”) dispel the necrotic energies and open them up to a life beyond their wildest dreames.

Resilience and Coddling June 18, 2009

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I’ve got a lot of thoughts today.  Interesting to have a period of listlessness and then all of a sudden I feel there’s a web that has woven itself around my thinker.  See if I can follow some threads into coherence.

A couple of weeks ago, I did a self-point cleansing and was told to read the Turquoise information in Don Beck’s Spiral Dynamics.  That very day, I saw that my self point, which had been a pale yellow for years, was shifting to that color.  It spontaneously made the Passion point shift to a rich red-plum color, Pride to a Goldenrod Throne (!), Power turned into a deep maroon alternating with forest green and sex which was blue before, deepened into a gorgeous cobalt blue.

I’m getting a bit of tutoring right now in this newish turquoise self emerging.  Contrary to Beckian notions, this color is not authoritarian, though authoritative elements exist.  And turquoise seeks to bring resilience to bear on the world right now.

I looked up the word in the dictionary:  “the ability to recover from or adapt to misfortune.”  Yep.  I see that resilience operates on several levels at once.  Yesterday I surfed over to doomers.us and saw there was a forum on Dmitry Orlov’s presentation “Defincialisation, Deglobalisation, Relocalisation.”  Some obstinate fellow groused about him and Carolyn Baker because of their emphasis on the psychological elements of getting through this.  I felt sad for the clod who wrote that idea.  I doubt he’s going to have a life anyone will want. 

It did spark an interesting discussion about the body however and its relation to the psychological.  The clod said something about Orlov and Baker contradicting themselves about flexibility and rigidity.  (Made me think of Ron Weasley’s narrow views about emotions and Hermione’s response “Oh,  Ron you have the emotional range of a teaspoon.”)  There are parts of the body that need flexibility, such as the lungs.  But there are parts like the skeleton that have certain hardness requirements as well.  Similarly with the psyche.

I’m also thinking of the martial arts where flexibility and suppleness are recognized as important elements of strength.  There is a lot of talk about the tree that can bend with the wind surviving a storm, while the sturdy rooted one can get uprooted.  One must be able to adapt.

Weakness then can try to hide beneath a fierce show of power.  But in the martial arts, to be able to put power into the brush of a finger and cause someone’s death–what do you say to the fine art of subtlety?  It’s like in chess, when there is a “quiet move.”  I’ve been able to end at least one game with a very quiet maneuver that opened up … well, devastation for the other side.  (mwah-ah-ah-ah-ahhhh!)

It is interesting to be studying this line of witchcraft though, which models itself on martial arts amidst other things.  And yet we don’t seek to throw anything out.  While we don’t coddle weakness, neither do we throw things away.  Huna talks about complexes in the unihipili or child self.  We transform these complexes with attention, intention and request for divine assistance.  Acknowledging our full selves is both an act of humility and pride.  When I encounter a weakness in myself–such as a resentment I might feel toward someone else–I seek to tease apart the weakness from the mesh of complexes that I encounter in myself, and to transform it with the assistance of the Star Goddess.

(Who I’m seeing more and more as the dark energy/dark matter matrix from which all things emerge. This will probably be the subject oof a later post.)

So I try and not nurse my weaknesses.  It might be difficult to convince me that something I’m attached to is a weakness, or is making me weak.  Some things I need no convincing of, and seek their transformation “in Goddess’ time.” 

Yet resilience and nurturance of strength and capacity are a part of the work of this God.  Huzzah!

Feeling resistance to posting June 17, 2009

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Well, ther you have it.  It might just be a summer time thing.  I vaguely remember getting this way last year about this time. 

My show is done.  I’m engaged in another, just like last year. 

I want to write, I think I have stuff to say, and yet … When I show up to the screen/page, nuttin’.  I’m experiencing the same exact thing in all my writing affairs. My morning pages have been a mite anemic of late. 

I wish there were other ways to communicate than words.  I want to connect with people, I want to commune.  Being employed, working inside a cubicle, I feel disengaged from “it all.”  Going outside, I really want to just stay there. 

Stuff to do.  Life. Work. Not art.  I try.

What-not June 15, 2009

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Honestly, I don’t think I have much to say right now.  I got back from taking a few days in nature, and that really helped me.  There was a spontaneous ritual in Tompkins County, which I wrote about last week.  Funny, but it feels like there wasn’t much of an impact on me with that one.  These things have a way of sneaking up on me though. 

I feel anesthetized right now.  Perhaps there is something coming?  As Karen Bishop has been told on her website?  The Summer Solstice is only a few days away.  I know that the sun and moon will be opposed Pluto on Monday next as well.

One fun development:  I got cast in a play.  I haven’t auditioned for a play in quite a while, and I do enjoy acting every so often.  I’ll be playing the Writer (who at one point becomes “Peter,” a roue), and a woman (!) in Neil Simon’s The Good Doctor.  I’m excited to play the woman–she’s quite a character actually.  Vehement anddetermined to get her money.  Should be fun.

Reading-wise, I’m almost done with Duane Elgin’s The Living Universe–a wonderful book.  He says nothing more than I already know.  Next up is a book on pantheism (Sharman Apt Russell’s Standing in the Light).

Dot-dot-dot woweth June 12, 2009

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All right, I had every intention of going away and trying to write some more doom sonnets.  And I did write a couple, though they were destroyed by water.  I tented between Ithaca and Taughannock Falls State Park from Saturday night through Monday morning without any weather to speak of, and then on Monday night I went up to Easton Mountain spiritual retreat center.  That night I slept in the tent toward the top of a hill, but it rained really hard, and unfortunately I lost two journals and a book.  :(

I’m not really all that bummed about it though.  It felt like it was a sacrifice and one joyfully given to the various deities I work with.  The patron deity of my sojourn into the woods, which began with a day trip to Grafton Lakes State Park (near the Massachusetts border), turned out to be Cerridwen!  She was oh-so-chatty!  Cerridwen has never been as talkative as she was when I started this staycation!  I had a lot to take in.  There is, according to my counselor, a sacred site near where I was, and Cerridwen and the otter both told me that I was there this time around to go and make myself acquainted with the spirits of the place.  It feels that I am acceptable.

When I walked Taughannock Falls, I didn’t know I was entering into a ritual, but there it was.  And most of my guides were there in attendance (plus a few I don’t as yet know, I would venture).  One, a living personage who told me he was asleep at that moment, said he wouldn’t miss this initiation for the world.  “Yet another initiation,” I mused to myself.

The upshot of this initiation was to refocus my awareness on the continuity of sacred presence, or rather the stream of continuous sacred moments.  Today I felt the urge to draw an I Ching, and got #32, “Continuity.”  As if to underscore the awareness I’ve attained.  The multiverse is in a dialogue with me, and I’m quite enthusiastic about it.  Both Cerridwen at GLSP and the various guides of this ritual said that I would be moving away from my birth name self toward the Frostwolf T’Firerose self emerging.  Last week I had the encounter with the white fairies, and this week it’s moving me toward this emergent multiversic self.  My pentacle points changed in color last week–the sex point blue deepened to a cobalt, self became turquoise, passion deep fuchsia, pride turned into a goldenrod throne, and power became both maroon and forest green both edging toward black-black-black.

Clearly a process is at work.

At Easton there were other awarenesses that came, but mostly that I was to move into this sacred awareness moment to moment. And the writerly self seems to be an element of the sacrifice being made, though the writerly self is being made sacred literally.  I sense that a whole set of movements are being set forth under my feet right now, and that as things start to shake around, I will find that my ability to trust this loving benevolent universe will reveal untold benefits.

I hope to unpack more of this over time.  I will probably write a few more doom sonnets, though I think Mussorgsky’s Night on Bald Mountain might serve as the inspiration for the segue into whatever follows.  The end of the piece is so calm and serene it’s hard to imagine it follows what precedes it.  My doom sonnets aren’t really all that “doomy” though.  They just chronicle the strange times we inhabit with my unusual lens.  Still, it points me to a joyous possibility and one that I will share with people as they come “online”.