1-30-12 Moon in Taurus Kin 142 12 Ik

When observing the flight of the albatross, we are immediately struck with the awesome beauty, grace and infinitely unparalleled form initiated and maintained in their majestic gliding descent and self-motivated ballerina soaring. The undeniable fact, associated with their uncompromising precision in flight, when they enter such shallow dives, with the hurling wind at their back, makes for an astonishing witnessed spectacle of unfathomable glory. We, as human beings, can learn light-years of valuable lessons of gliding effortlessly, from the magnificent creature, and are reminded not to be so taxingly vexed, strife-fully worried, and obsessively apprehensive in our affairs. In other words, we need not be so anxiously concerned about the direction in which our lives are headed. We can and will persevere propitiously; like the splendid albatross, in our unwavering graceful destined plight, through this infinite space we call the Milky Way Galaxy IF we learn the unbreakable laws of aerodynamics they have, no doubt, mastered.

Albatrosses are synonymous with air efficiency due to their timely uncanny ability to dynamically soar both up and down without a hitch in either ascent or descent. Their descent, like our occasional dropping swoops, enable them to pick up additional speed both from the loss of altitude and the velocity of the wind as it pushes them along. Ingrained in this instinctive unforced capability, they cover huge distances with little exertion. WE, on the other hand, use up so much of our natural and convenient energy supply unnecessarily. Not only do we incorrectly assume we must make things happen in our flight, but exasperate ourselves during the entire journey with unnecessary fretting. We simply refuse to let go and let the wind’s inexpressible velocity carry us along.

Like the sacredly endowed albatross, we are also untouchable in our gliding maneuvers, once having adjusted our psychic barometers to one of undaunted performance. No cause for alarm, regarding our weight, size or position prior to taking off, we need no validated launching approval. The albatross has but one chance to learn to fly so smoothly and we, too, are governed by an inherent confidence supporting flight mechanism which will not fail. Absolutely, Guaranteed, Unconditionally directed for rocketing to heights and depths unknown. We are decidedly fueled by an indeterminable vortex of higher forces of limitless wind velocity that will drive us to our charted air voyages. Now, you may ask, understandably so, “What about the young albatrosses that don’t make it past the cliff they aspire to launch from?”

We can’t have it both ways. To ‘try’ to ineffectively discern, (use unnecessary vital life-supporting energy to analyze whether or not we are suppose to do whatever it is we were instinctively, genetically and primarily, passionately motivated born to do; whether or not we understand, appreciate or value the meaning attached) prior to making the effort to fly locks our legs with an unconquerable paralyzing lead of morose manure from which the unbearable stench suffocates us and everyone else around us for the remainder of our lives. We either make the harbinger plunge without a net, regardless of the outcome of mysteriously disguised, depressing, and disappointing attributes during, before, and with the final destination or we are forced to live with the unrelenting disturbing mocking murmur, “Why SIT we here until we die?” (Paraphrased)

How dare we bemoan our situation, temperature and location of our lives when we will not even attempt to make the sanctified, rectified and revolutionized plunge? Questioning our abilities by/through a logical and rational study of possible reasons why it won’t come to pass will not be tolerated. No amount of molly coddling, mealy mouthed explaining and jumping bean excusing will do away with the unresolved pain of not trying to “gird up your loins for battle” will suffice. We must never stand on the sidelines, satisfied with the nit picking foibles in our resistant fears, reservations, misgivings, suspicions and doubts. Nothing but crippling anxiety and diminished sexual alacrity results. In other words, you may die in the process of pursuing your innate passion, but you will merely change the present cosmic form into the next level of your galactic velocity of wind’s expression. But, IF you do not, at least, attempt to follow the inner yearning of your particular precious ruthless soul’s expression, you will be required to live a walking death without the decency and integrity of a tomb to lie your numbed, lifeless, artistically unexpressed body in.

Now, let’s get real! The unstated fact that you want a more validated approval before attempting the unutterable experience in flight of sacred artistic sensuality seems imposturous. The substantiation sought outside of you is NOT coming! You also need to be acknowledged for ‘wanting to do what you intend to do’ but that ain’t going to happen either, sister. You are pretending to need support, encouragement and recognition but each convincing portrayal from your multifaceted personally is nothing more than another deliberately contrived theatrical improvisation. Give it up! Get away from the importance you are placing in your human frail flesh (body) and into the infinite consciousness of the mind where the “wind bloweth and you know not where it listeth.” (Paraphrased)

You are the miraculous invention of the wind’s velocity vortex into which you must plunge and ascend out of. It’s a daredevil’s plight of unimaginable undertaking. But guess what? Whether you agree to jump or stand frozen to the spot of foolishly entertained safety and security, the sun’s still going down tonight without a glitch. No Pirate Ship on the horizon for you. Accept the barren facts of disbelief; so what? The network will be re-running an old episode of Gun Smoke next week on Channel 12. And, if you take a hot lavender bath and gargle with some apple cider vinegar, plaster some cold mayonnaise on your face, an extra time; you’ll never know the difference.