1-20-2012 Kin 132 2 Eb
Moon in Sagittarius goes in Capricorn at 5:40 pm

Passion, like the exuberant joy surrounding a child’s birthday celebration, represents the festive energy for unadulterated living! We must never forget how to laugh, love and liberate our innate sense of wonder. We must continually fuel a natural inclination to burn within our bosom for something. Matters not what that particular something signifies, but what does matter is, that we sizzle with an abundance of thrills whenever we think about it. I’m talking ‘goose-bump’, hair raising up on our arms’ noticeable sensations.

This unadulterated passion constitutes whatever is deeply personal and reverently sublime to us. So personal, the act itself remains in a sacredly private world where no one ventures to tarnish or dull its brilliant adoring scent and inexplicable flavor. Am I talking about an undisclosed secret of some sort? Not necessarily but the object of our affection must contain an air of fantasy, no matter if it is simply the chewy center of a cherry tootsie roll pop. Our dreams contain what we wanted must as a child; whether we ever actually participated in the daydream, we WANT what it represents. As William Wordsworth so aptly stated, “…But trailing clouds of glory do we come…” knowing full well, no matter the conditions of our individual childhood, what we aspire to is a grand exhibit!

No, not for the adorning accolades that may come from it, or the honorable mention write up but for the sheer roaming pleasure offered. We need not to receive benefit or glory for having entertained our grand desire. OH! No. Simply to engage, full force, sustains us. Every ounce of our individual power must be engaged in the object of our majestic desire. We recognize its blazing bountiful beauty before it beckons. We know instinctively we were born to feel the sensational grandeur. Nothing else will suffice. No imitation or facsimiles, please.

If we are admired it WILL NOT be because we pursued the destined course. Our enduring joy arises because we are aware of what spins our centrifuge. No amount of galley response will make bit of difference. Will not retreat from the last frontier, which is the primary motivating horizon and single calling card of our lives. No amount of money or financial success will deter us from our divine purpose. No other accomplishment will compensate for our loss of personal integrity IF we do not aspire to and obtain our precious yearning.

Our one transcendent passion sustains us all the days of our lives. Without it, we are nothing short of numbed oblivious sprouts of meaningless vessels of ill descent. We do not yearn to do what we want to do for any reason other than we want to do it totally, unrepressed and unapologized. I reiterate, not for one smidgen of profit, advantage or improvement. We are not in need but in celebration of the whimsical delight associated. Under no circumstances, does it matter (Or will it ever matter) to us, in the least, that we can say we have it, had it, done it, been involved with it. No. That would be the worst form of adultery. We shall never be guided by the glossed over desire to impress others, in spite of it.

The more trouble we overcome in obtaining our passion, the more precious it becomes. We will not be daunted, depressed or dejected IF it appears that life has detained its arrival. The wait makes the appearance all the much sweeter. The sanctified art of creative expression is hidden in the passion and will not be denied any more than urine will escape the body when the bladder is full. We were born for an undisclosed unified purpose of celestial origin. From whence we came, we do not know and from where we shall return we cannot, with a guaranteed assurance, say. But, the glorious hint of our galactic relevant source will not be stayed when we unite with the on-going party of our ruthless soul’s intent.

Will we seek approval? No. We will ask permission to dive into its depths? Not a chance. We will bathe in the fullness of the incandescent light of ecstasy’s liberation! Yes, sheer eroticism experienced at the core of our existence. We will do it just ‘because it’s presented and it’s what we wanted to do from the foundational of the world. We breathe, move, and have our essence of human flesh for nothing else. Our one unmitigated passion is no more separate from us than the blood that runs through our veins. And, like royal rich life-sustaining blood, IF it doesn’t keep pumping, we die.