Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Little Red Riding Hood: People of the Crack

Little Red Riding Hood: People of the Crack: Past the lines of civilization, to the murky waters of lost control...we find ourselves in situations where we do not understand our roles. ...

People of the Crack

Past the lines of civilization, to the murky waters of lost control...we find ourselves in situations where we do not understand our roles.
What are they? Where are they? Why are they? How are they? So important seemingly, to the status quo, they are little more than made up boundaries that keep us hostile, stranded without any kind of natural flow.
Loss of conscious obligations, rigid, moral, patrols, we look around and see the fabric of our lives take on the look of wasps nests, hives, and we, little more than moles.
Myself, I have watched this "shock factor" gaged the ether, and the fear, known without realizing, or even "knowing" just how threatening it can be to people who must maintain a certain fa├žade to exist, even if it is this extreme.
Why is this? I wonder. I have never had the luxury of choice. I have "lived" in complete and total chaos, without a thought of the should of, could of, would of been's, although, I have been told often that these options surrounded me, while I lived in a bubble of non-conformity.
Perfectly oblivious, I only did the next best thing logically for me, never knowing about the options I have not been disappointed in the outcome, or annoyed by what I have heard other's call a certain intangible impasse or void. Overtones of Freud? I wonder. Could he be the one that has done so much damage, seeking always to analyze, label, and control this very human elemental?
Acceptance and surrender have long been my most sustainable keys. I have known no other way to live, or how else to be. I now see it in the eyes of the people around me.
Lovely, normal, people, pillars of the community. No, really. They are.
Their reasons for being, their constant obsessions; folded towels, just so, laundry on certain days, the grocery list, always stocking the same items in triplicate. Never, ever, without clean underwear, always saying and doing the "right" things, whether they felt like it or not. Cooking, cleaning, grooming, feeding, crying, pleading, going that so called "extra mile" in someone else's shoes, (how so?) All the while worried to absolute sickness that all of their many well laid plans will somehow fail.
Their house of cards will fall apart, an interloper will intrude, someone not a part of the original "pride" "brood" or plan, one who does not "know" instinctively or practice all of the "known" official "golden rules" of polite society, proper mannerisms, responsibilities, and techniques.
It is an amazing thing to wake up one day and realize beyond a shadow of a doubt that one is surrounded and drowning slowly, the breath being squeezed out and you never even knew it. You were just trying to live. When did it become a prison, a jail, a maximum security of living, dying, hell?
How did this happen? You solemnly ask yourself. I do not know. I must have been given a shot, or slipped a mickey in my coffee. I could have sworn that I was just looking in the mirror and there I was. Now I ask myself; Who is this stranger that is standing in the space that used to be my reflection? The eyes look kind of like mine used to look only they are no longer alive, animated, there is no sparkle, no life there at all.
What happened to that person with the banana boat shoes, that great big, bright, grin, that welcomed everybody in to share the dreams with? Where did they go? Does anyone know? Because, I want her back again. She has my life's blood.

Friday, September 29, 2017

Little Red Riding Hood: Metaphor

Little Red Riding Hood: Metaphor: Alembic or Retort  "Glass vessels rounded at the bottom to rest in a metal rack, and with a long neck, sometimes curved, and corked....

Little Red Riding Hood: Little Red Riding Hood: Astrology - Alchemy - Meta...

Little Red Riding Hood: Little Red Riding Hood: Astrology - Alchemy - Meta...: Little Red Riding Hood: Astrology - Alchemy - Metaphysics : Jung had a picture of the cosmos in one of his books that depicted outer space f...

Metaphor

Alembic or Retort

 "Glass vessels rounded at the bottom to rest in a metal rack, and with a long neck, sometimes curved, and corked. This, suggestive of the womb in alchemy, and sometimes referred to as the uterus. The idea is that the "work" "opus" is like a gestation of new life, and is performed with a sealed vessel, secured."

 What ever is contained inside is subjected to "the heat" and great pressure, but the seal must under no circumstances be removed, or compromised, or the work will be spoiled, and lost.

The alembic must be strong enough physically not to crack under this pressure. You can see what this means in psychological terms.

 The alembic is the symbol of being able to hold on to the affects, emotions, and conflicts, as they come to the surface, without exploding, and running around acting, (reacting) all over the place. If the seal breaks in the process, then the individual has relinquished responsibility, for their own choices.
  This is the cause of all problems, with commitment of all kinds. Many people have a great fear of involvement which keeps them from "staying in the fire" until the "stone" foundation can be created permanently, this happens only when you do the work, whatever it takes. 

   The stone being one's own will or focused directive, for commitment, which can only be "found" or "created" from the very real ingredients, and these are all of a very formative, and personal, preference.
   
   Messenger: You say that you say, and do things, that wake people up, and, or, challenge them within their restricting viewpoints, by freeing them in some way to be their very best, naturally
your mind does not work in ordinary ways, you see things in a different light, through your heart chakra.

   The mind probes deeply, past the superficial, probing for answers, through the visceral, the pivotal point being that you know that thoughts have power, intensity, and the strength of your convictions. You learn about this strength and courage through your most intimate relationships with others. You can be transformed through love, torn down and gutted, totally reconstructed from the inside out. You meet your own power in this way. It is what is buried with the Alchemist Stone in the psyche.


   However, in working with these deeply held complexes, by integrating them, even if they are projected, gives you the opportunity to heal, grow, transform, and dissolve, all of the trauma, imagined, or otherwise.

   The superconscious expresses itself through actions; how you assert yourself with power, will, and clarity of reason, changes the entire entity, or physical .

   There may be gut level, and extreme expressions of violence, tyranny, brutal control mechanisms, even if they are buried deeply within the psyche, their power to heal, or destroy, is felt in what it attracts, blocks, or repels. 

   When there is a need to walk away, take it. Come back clear and tranquil, there are any number of invisible forces that can, and will, try to confuse, and destroy this process. Yes, even in your dreams.

   You know "things" and you cannot be compelled to "see" them any other way, nor should you allow yourself to be compromised in this. You just "know" as if an electrical surge, or "lightbulb" has gone off inside of you. It is that fast. Accept this process.

   Sudden flashes of intuition that are like lightning (upper chakras) Mercury/Uranus different than a standard "Gut" reactionary level (lower chakra) ruled by Pluto, or one that is "in your bones" ruled by Saturn. You "feel it" and are adamant about it. Do not disregard.



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Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Little Red Riding Hood: Astrology - Alchemy - Metaphysics

Little Red Riding Hood: Astrology - Alchemy - Metaphysics: Jung had a picture of the cosmos in one of his books that depicted outer space filled with floating and propelling big rocks, asteroids, sta...

Astrology - Alchemy - Metaphysics

Jung had a picture of the cosmos in one of his books that depicted outer space filled with floating and propelling big rocks, asteroids, star constellations, planets, and their planetary symbolic ruler-ship symbols, in the Zodiac; The Ram, Bull, Twins, Crab, Lion, Virgin, Scales, Scorpion, Centaur, Goat, Water Bearer, and the Fishes going in opposite directions. All were fighting with their solar opposites in the midst of all of this "Final Frontier" back ground.
Ram was kicking the Scales, instead of trying to balance them out, and find a middle ground of compromise and compassion, or learn something about charm. The Scales were totally unmoved by any of it, perfectly happy to ignore anything that did not concern them and their interests of the moment, instead of actually noticing that the lessons of taking action and doing something, instead of waiting for it to happen to them, was passing them by, (or kicking them out for failure to engage, which ever the case may or may not be)
Bull was busy fighting the Scorpion, much like Michael and the Bull, in that movie with John Travolta "Michael" with no thought at all except to destroy and prove to the whole world just how powerful and strong he is, while Scorpion was trying to find a way into the soft tissues in order to sting Bull where it would hurt the most, both oblivious to the "knowing" of their own personal powers to build, transform, create, and do it with love, and will, transforming any negative into a positive.
The Twins were trying to "break" the Centaur by playing games with him instead of honoring his wisdom to teach and heal, and the Centaur, was trying to throw the Twins off his back in total frustration, aggravation, and basic humiliation, instead of utilizing his fine mind in order to negotiate with them, and bring it all together for the good of all mankind.
Crab was busy doing her one step forward, one step sideways, one step back, kind of dance, while digging and planning the down-fall of Goat, while Goat stomped around butting, biting, chewing, and trashing, just about anything that moved, trying to destroy Crab before she could do it to Goat. Instead of the two of them acknowledging one's capacity to lead only if it's base was secure, and doing the PR work needed to insure success for both of them, neither being anything at all without their solar opposite.
The Lion was roaring, and pawing, having a fit, at the Water Bearer, in anger and frustration, wanting to be watered with wisdom, and treated as a friend, while physically demanding to be served as a King. The Water Bearer calmly pouring the water on the Lion's head, instead of acknowledging that in each of them was the keys to heal whole groups of people with their combined power to lead, entertain, educate, soothe, invent ways of making changes, and getting others interested and involved, that were so desperately needed to survive, and flourish on this planet and beyond.
The Virgin was tangled up, way over her head, in the watery abbess of the Fishes domain, trying to figurer out the details, while everything kept changing, in a kaleidoscope of hypnotic colors, so very confusing and luring, as the Fishes swam in opposite directions all around her, and in parallel  to each other, while leading the Virgin deeper into a wild goose chase, as the Virgin became more and more agitated with the feeling that she was all alone in a strange world, where no one spoke, or even thought, in her language, and the Fishes became depressed, with something that started out as a game, and then they both got lost in the illusionary factors, so much so, that they could not find their way out of the very tangle, that was self created, by both sides, this because of their refusal to communicate, be considerate with each other, try a little understanding, and share the wealth of knowledge, and resources they had between them, to heal and illuminate others, as well as each other, instead, in pride and confusion, they were making an Island in the sea, and of the land, by staying stagnant and limited, and it was going to be the death of them yet.
These of course are my take on the picture in Jung's book, and they are extreme, as they are meant to be. Only extreme explanation's can get people's whole attention sometimes, however, this is exactly the kind's of effects I have been seeing on a daily basis with the people around me. Mars is prominent, and it rules the adrenal glands, and in the psyche aggressive, instinctual natures, fire arms, knives, hand to hand combat, without thought, think "Rambo" in the body, it is iron. A deficiency of this vitamin in people who are predominantly "Arian" in nature can cause exactly these kinds of frustrated actions in people.
Saturn within the body rules the skeleton, bones, and any kind of disruption here can cause a catalyst of pain and aggravation as well as a whole lot of pain, sometimes you might check out exactly what you are surrounding yourself with, in your mouth for instance, metal can do all sorts of things to the nervous system that is literally wrapped around those bones, and this logically causes "short outs" resulting in things like Osteoarthritis in the system, and of course, along with this goes our patience.
Without the Sun in our lives we are not getting the nourishment we need for the heart and soul to survive, much less thrive, without this vitamin D in our system we can feel as if there is no love or creativity in the world, and exactly what is the point in doing anything at all. In other words we are what we think, feel, create, build, and believe we are. The work we are being called to do at this time, and within the range of these two Eclipses is to deal with the deficit's in our lives, not ignore them, or point our finger outwardly by blaming others, or a system on the choices we ourselves have made and supported up until now. The work or "Opus" as Jung so appropriately calls it, is the defensive, dark, depressive, barren regions, of the Nature within ourselves, in order to release that "Solar Gold" that is a joyful vision of life and love.
We are here to balance, to deal with things as they come, to transmute ourselves, and to learn, that not one of us is an Island. It is not in the best of times that we learn and grow the most, but in the worst of times, when we are forced to go just one step further, in order to make the grade. The choice is ours, and it always has been. Why we would ever point our fingers outwardly and blame anything, or anyone, on the state of our lives, and the responsibility of our choices, is a real eye opener, and a supremely personal acknowledgement of imminent defeat. Remember that when you point that finger out, there are three pointing back at you. Take care of your own business first and foremost. Leave what does not need doing alone. Conserve your energy when and where you can, you will need it sooner than late. Why waste it on conjecture, or violent oppositions?
Love and Light.
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