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American White Pelican Hovers On a Roof Ready to Descend: Why WE Habitually Lie; Refusing to Communicate Honestly

2012-05-17T01:14:35Z

4-30-12 Moon in Leo goes in Virgo in evening Kin 232 11 Eb

I trust you are ecstatically enjoying, beyond compare, each and every delirious moment you are breathing. If not, a thorough checking and calibrating of your emotional barometer may be in order. The very fact that your consciousness has been made a little more aware of the inherent rhythm of your breathing pattern by this one statement, suggests to me that you have been living pretty much on ‘automatic pilot’. The incalculable process of breathing involves more than exhaling and inhaling; it enables you to communicate. Connecting, sharing and communicating offers the true key to an erotic life! Most people associate eroticism with sex, but real intimacy occurs in and through the meeting/melding of minds. The mind houses the inexorable pleasure of sex. Yes, nothing occurs down below unless all is well in the upper room.

Whatever is lurking in the lofty chambers of your mind will be reflected in the bed sheets. No need to waste more of the precious moments, suspiciously worrying, fretting, blaming, jealously condemning, criticizing, comparing, gossiping, needlessly. Too much of your vibrating, sensual life has fleeted by unattended to, while you have gone noticeably unconscious. You’ll never get those priceless hours back but you can prevent further leakage of the pulsating sensuality you possess, IF you are interested and vested in ‘paying attention.’ Nothing can be more important than your living a furiously passionate life filled to overflowing with sacred, sensual, artistically sexual, joyful displayed gyrating expression. It’s not enough to feel it; you must express it openly! No room for guilt, shame, remorse or embarrassment. You are a richly endowed, exceptionally talented human being who has every single right to shout with celebration, in moments of sheer ecstasy, your unstated passion for life. What else is mortal living designed for?

At least, I’ve never found anything more worthy of my time and effort than the utilizing of the hours for pure unadulterated bliss. I was thinking about how important it is to communicate raw, untapped feelings; and, at the same time, how difficult it can be IF what you are feeling means too much to you to share! We oftentimes, tend to identify with a certain aspect, of ourselves, (because others may have emphasized the necessity of our fulfilling a certain expectation attached to that familiar aspect); so we tend to ascribe a preconceived idea of how that particular aspect is supposed to be lived out. [Like, maybe not responding in what would be considered an unladylike manner] Sometimes, that’s called superficial labeling of one’s abilities, gifts and talents. I prefer to believe, it is awfully presumptuous on the part of another to think they know what we are to do with our allotted hours, along with the prescribed manner in which we should conduct our capricious, mischievous personalities.

Indeed, for someone to assume they know us inside and out; when they, in fact, do NOT, does not allow for the evolving gaps in our psyche that occur, unbeknown to anyone; for the blatant change of direction, we experience without voicing it, may be the one germane axel which turns our life right side up. In other words, we can and do change our minds on a dime IF and when we want to, without having to subunit ourselves to a firing squad of impertinent, probing questions. There is so much more to us than meets the eye. But, we have to make the ‘hard choice’ to step out, voice it and demonstrate the unexpressed budding reality of our inner unexpected transformation. Does it involve courage? You bet your sweet bippy, it does!

The inability to express our deepest, most intimate feelings began when we were quite young. We recognized a suitable pattern of adaptable personality that allowed us to survive, connive and thrive according to the social, environmental situations in which we were placed. It never occurred to us that the bulk of unsavory sentiments, we continually fed ourselves, formed a menu of indigestible morsels that corroded our essential core that we bought as real and necessary for our existence. Due to those early moments of fleecing emotions, we learned how to deceive ourselves undetectably. WE really don’t realize just how much we hide things, not only from others, but, first from ourselves. Too easily, we fall into a habitual pattern of performing, producing, and perfecting for the mate. (First, it was for our mothers and fathers, caretakers, friends, associates…) So much so, that we forget to remember to include the ‘little things’ that matter to us and contribute to our overall genuine happiness and sensual well-being. There is just so much we can do for the other; no matter how much we think it makes the solidifying difference into/of/for the erotic vitality of the relationship.

The primary relationship must ALWAYS be with us, alone. To deny what seems to be trivial things creates an underlying bitter turmoil that at some later day must be confronted and dealt with. Better to voice the deeply embedded sensual needs, now! Stay real; that’s the karmic deal. If we continue to pretend we are interacting, when we KNOW, we are holding back, the only recourse, leads us to untold animosity and resentment. We need not be ashamed or fearful of expressing the depth of our sexual convictions no matter how they seem to be different from those we so closely associate. If at any time, the thought arises, “But what will he/she think about me IF I say or do that?” We need not only say it, but do it while we underline the topic three times in black magic marker, placing the message on a major highway billboard, if need be.

We only have a certain amount of days to experience earth life. Our precious ruthless soul dictates what those particular experiences will entail. But, in order to fully experience the passion underlying the mental impetus of our actions, we must show up for lives in full unpretentious attire. We can not, will not, do not have to make allowances, invent excuses or offer explanations for feeling the way we do. How will we ever really know what drives us if we don’t rip open our superficial containers and let the unexamined contents spill out all over the floor? I’m 150% FOR EXPRESSSING genuine feelings; barring none! It makes for an ever increasing invigorating adoring life filled to overflowing with an abundance of laugher; love and liberty to be experienced. Don’t tell me you don’t want to know what it’s like to be truly unreservedly erotically, charismatically vibrating human! Of course you do, we all do.

Bottom line: If we try to deceive people, we are inadvertently trying to preserve something we feel is of benefit to us. The manufactured deceit is a clear indication we need to pull from the roots the tree of our hidden shame and examine it closely. WE are fearful we will lose something IF we tell the truth. But, contrary to our warped mind’s persuasion, should we continue with the elaborated farce, the result will inevitably bury us more under a blanket of irrevocable disgrace. We lose our self-respect regardless of how well we think we have fooled another. Impossible to conceal our motives from ourselves, self-loathing spreads like an incurable terminal cancer. No matter how much we try to disguise intent with flattering words or beguiling smiles, we are always revealed.

Dishonesty is never a good thing; most especially when we try to profit by it. At any chosen moment, we may free ourselves, and the other, by stopping to evaluate the unrelated importance and eliminate the pretense attached to our precarious position. We inherently KNOW what’s driving us to be so deceitful in the involvement? Why on earth are we involved with someone we don't feel comfortable enough to open up, reveal and discuss whatever is bothering us? Is it really worth it to continue the ominous charade?

Tarot Cards Construct A Recognizable Puzzle for a Treasure Map: How and Why The Inability to Express Emotions Cripple Us

2012-05-15T16:37:09Z

4-29-12 Moon in Leo Kin 231 10 Cheun

Because we are gods in the making, who have temporarily assumed the physical make-up as human beings, we are subjected to the basic emotions of earth existence. These undeveloped emotional sensations constitute us, while we take on the earth experience, as real and necessary events. When we are unwilling, seemingly unable, to share these innate feelings, an overt shyness takes hold which manifests as a manipulative need to gain control over people. As paradoxical as this may seem, we find ourselves evermore capable and adept of employing a favorable charismatic strategy over people and situations in order to remain hidden. To cover up a deep sense of experiencing oneself as ‘wrong’, accompanied by a genuine knowledge of presenting oneself as ‘phony’, a loss of innate power is reverberated throughout the body and mind, coupled by the need to present oneself as invincible and correct. The soul knows this act of contrition is deceptive but will support the gesture so that the human, enacting his role, may survive in his particular social environment.

The person will continue to demonstrate a subversive way of behavior, by seeming to comply, but all the while, determined to be more perfect, right and flawless in personal presentation. (In other words, ‘to get his way in the end’) A deceitful manner concocts undue pressure, along with the vulnerable defense of protecting one’s motivations from being detected. We are always aware and never without the reality of conviction, that we deserve more impactful significance then we are allowing the soul to experience. In other words, we ‘experience’ the cheating the soul out of an authentic human communicative sharing and in its place serves up false shallow impressions. What happens is that we are forced to live with the predisposition of extreme self-criticalness of our own natural and convenient artistic expression.

We continually condemn ourselves for being so superficial and deceiving. Never is there a time when we can feel good about what we do or say because we are inherently aware that we have other parallel shallow motives attached. We analyze, without relent, probe and dissect each and every thought, action and gesture looking for more imperfection and flaws. Erroneously, when a perceived deficiency is found, we fight with ourselves, until we are able to eradicate the fault; by magnifying its defect-non-stop-until that particular symptom has been corrected according to our perceived standards.

The very exhausting act of being at war with ourselves belies our sense of well-ness and vitality producing unnecessary tension and pressure to be more than what we are currently. When we hide feelings, we begin to deny, discount and denigrate them, as if the determined ploy diminishes their relevance. Not so. Buried emotions do not subside but grow in demeanor like unfed monsters hidden away in the attic; they devour and destroy everything and anyone in arm’s reach. In order to subdue the self-generated deceit, because of the need to appear perfect, we become intolerable of any apparent wrong we discover in ourselves. We inadvertently become uncompromising and unwilling to bend and flow. Resistance sets in, taking hold of our young characters molding it in such a way as to be agonizingly inflexible and intolerably rigid.

How unfortunate for us as we ‘set in stone’ the unpleasant and uncharacteristic demeanor of unforgiveness in ourselves. We will not accept the appearance of imperfection, needing to display that we have the answers to everything for everybody. Along with this high and mighty attitude, we will not allow ourselves vulnerability on any level, at any time. We make it seem as if we are capable of taking care of every situation, not needing anyone else's help or advice; intolerant of outside interference or intrusion. Behind the face of uncompromising conduct, an excruciating penetrating self-analysis carries on, executing deliberate self-punishment for not truly being the unblemished person that is projected on the outside.

All the while, we are shrouded in awkwardness and humiliation simply because we experience ourselves as phonies. Lies are perpetrated because we don’t want to appear weak or incompetent. Negative personality patterns are established and maintained, which act as initial barriers of constraint to keep the other person at bay. Communication is virtually impossible due to the inability to separate the inner dialogue of fueled fantasy to keep up the farce.

The driven unconscious need to appear strong and invincible looms large. Our personalities suffer due to the projected ‘know it all attitudes’ which are quite disconcerting. WE go so far as to imagine ourselves to be more equipped than most; whether we inordinately believe ourselves to be more physically attractive, carry a perfected physical physique or mentally proficient. The emphasis on the human body is over exaggerated; spending time dieting or exercising at the gym. (Anything to appear to be the most perfect human specimen) Personal braggadocio increases the exaggerated sense of power and influence to such a degree, that we try to impress the other with our brand of accumulated knowledge. We present it with “I am right” “you are wrong” overbearing attitude.

All of these unflattering and misguided attempts to be more than what one actually is come from the inability to express emotions honestly. We do not need to ‘put on the dog show’ trying to prove we know more than others do. We are not privy to inner secrets of the universe that need to be divulged to others. When we set ourselves up, separate and apart, the isolated position makes for an uncomfortable apparatus which other detect and interpret as condescending. A self-sufficient manikin of perfected goodness and purity, who demands revered respect, as if, we perceive ourselves to be above the rest of humanity.

By refusing to be normal, like the rest of folks who can openly express feelings, we are thought of as way too egotistical. Unfortunately, we are the last ones to know what we have done because we are so good at lying to ourselves. So many emotional tirades have been erected on the inside that to effectively elaborate a single untainted and unembellished statement would simply be impossible to do. Filled with inflexible frustration and unyielding grudges, personal relationships suffer enormously. So complete is the emotional severance from the other, no bridge of entrance is left standing. All because we refuse to open up, tell the truth, revel what’s really going on and allow others in. It’s a nonnegotiable awful price to pay in exchange for one’s life.

We are never to use the pent-up anger or personal dissatisfaction as a motivation to try to change another or the circumstances. Necessity of effective communicating demands gradual release, in order to define and appreciate what is really taking place. It is a natural unfolding process, though awkward and uncomfortable, at first, which involve imperceptible, unmanageable steps in operation. Don’t be so impatient. To become confrontational, at such times brings, unredeemable disaster. Change of attitude and constitution is designed to bring about higher standards of authenticity for everyone concerned. The improvement in the quality of our life is foremost; more creative freedom, more liberty, less restrictive modes of living and last, but not least, true emotional expression. What on earth are we mumbling, grumbling, complaining, gossiping and moaning about IF we are not truly connecting with another?

Two Friends Exchange Warm Conversation and Enjoy Ice Cold Lemonade on Bright Sunny Day: Pharaohs Are Rarely Remembered for Building Extensive Irrigations Systems

2012-05-14T23:15:33Z

4-28-12 Moon in Cancer goes in Leo this afternoon Kin 230 9 Oc

When we are ‘out of season’ with our lives we reside in hell. No other burning pit of ‘fire and brimstone’ can match the furious spawn of internal abysmal denigration we subject ourselves to. We base our thoughts, actions, gestures in every conceivable relationship, in which we are involved, from a point of vehement despair. Paranoia, suspicion, jealousy, insecurity, silent rage, greed, mania, and addictive obsession rule the roost. Incapable of one thought of guileless reprieve, we doubt ourselves and fear our immanent destruction. IF it were not for the fact we had to improvise capriciously, in order to cover our blatant corrosive mental outlook, no one would dare come near us. In other words, we are unruly, unmanageable, and verifiably unreliable.

We hate ourselves. We resent any of those who would dare interfere with us, bringing to our attention the wretched behavior we callously display. Family relations suffer because we suspect the motives of everyone. Our personality betrays us at every turn. People accuse of us of lying, cheating and abusing our business transactions. Relationships dissolve abruptly. We know we are under attack and feel justified in fighting back. Our health suffers while mental aberrations taunt and flaunt us. When we are not abjectly depressed, we suffer from morbid tormenting suppressions. No peace can be found. Sleep evades us and our appetite either betrays us by consuming huge amounts of calories or we drink, drug and try to sex ourselves into oblivion. Our energy levels are at an all-time low, making it almost impossible to be interested or involved in anything or anyone.

Acute awareness is the key to get through this most trying time of demonic torture. Instead of being carried along, as if, in a torrential tsunami, the lifeboat offered is to become critically observant. Let not one word uttered from our mouths be overlooked and unappreciated. The desperately severe messages are encoded for us to decipher. In other words, we are having our duress drenched, internal chatter filled dialogue displayed for self-examination and scientific scrutiny. We have allowed ourselves to drift far from the shore of self-reliance becoming absorbed in people, places and things that do not interest us in the least. Yes, circumstances change when the seasons change. We must acknowledge that our offensive season has changed. We are at odds with no one but ourselves.

Now is the time to shed our winter coat; summer has arrived. We will have our bodies, minds and character to adjust to the new atmospheric temperature. We had become so conditioned that we couldn’t recognize the treasure offered in self-absorption. Instead of feeling, guilty, grateful, resentful, beheaded or responsible, we are afforded the opportunity and occasion to explore. Discover the riotous roots of dissatisfaction where they lie. Look directly to the right of our current position about 15 feet to find a most obvious esoteric clue. Does a wall prevent further sight? The immediate call of the hour is to follow the yellow force staring us in the face outside our familiar, comfortable surroundings. Yes, I said Yellow, not pink or blue. Find the yellow thread and follow it, noting specific times, subsequent places, improbable people, and various interlinking circumstances.

Without writing these words in stone; we have become far too fixed. Immobile, would be more like it; resistance has taken up its permanent abode with us. We refuse to venture into the creative aspects of ourselves for fear of upsetting the applecart. The proverbial applecart must not only be overturned, but smashed and burned. WE have moved passed the need to cling to the old accustomed denigrating reminder of how lonely, unappreciated and devalued we feel. We no longer have the impetus to fake our responses just to keep the peace. We are ready to exhume and explore latent aspects of ourselves. Sexual frustration will no longer occupy a seat in our theater.

We are sick to death with comparing, competing and complying. We don’t care to identify with another in order to feel better about ourselves. We’re tired of trying to fix ourselves simply because someone else has an idea of whom and what we should do with our lives. There is nothing intrinsically wrong with us; no longer is validation from the other important or relevant. We are moving from the residence of self-degradation. We may be moving, literally as an outward declaration of self-liberating release. We are removing the attitude of resentful pride associated with placing another person’s values, judgments and preferences above our own. No time to criticize ourselves and consider whether our movement will result in more peace and contentment. It will be what it will be; no more; no less.

We simply will not engage in more of the same obsessive and compulsive activity which has brought us to this uncomely place of indecisive return. WE will cease with the vision of finding flaws in ourselves or others. We must stop with the incessant mental clutter which brings nothing but vacillating dishonor. We are exhausted finding the flaws we have perceived in us. We realize with full clarity NOTHING is essentially wrong. WE are ready to embrace the season of “yes” instead of having its imploded brilliance dimmed by “no.” Unsettled anger and scornful aversion has depleted the bank of pretense to be happy. No longer is this uncomfortable state of misery acceptable.

An unlimited untapped joyful potential seeks expression. Resentment of having had to improve some aspect of our flawed personality depletes vitality; aging us prematurely. We realize our noticeable difference becomes us. We have finally arrived at the place in our lives that embracing us in totality produces a receptive and joyous state. No longer will we deny our overt fear that we are in some way incompetent; but, will bring to the surface the dreaded anxiety to examine its root cause. Unconscious drives and motives release their well-preserved secrets when ‘we stand at the door and knock’. (Paraphrased)

We will let go of lingering ghosts of trepidation and ghoul filled impressions of impending doom and gloom. Gone are the days of delusional despondency whereby we can’t, don’t or won’t trust the universe for the perfectness held in each moment. Lack of trust is directly tied to our inability to appear wrong. We must ask the question to ourselves with full and committed passion: Why do we continually have to prove we are right IF we feel okay with ourselves? It is self-contradiction and soul-denial at its highest level. Now is the season of our soul’s betrothal. We have traveled long and wide to find what we are looking for: total acceptance of ourselves in all the redeeming magnificent glory.

Oh! Sweet Release; Walking the Tightrope of Life Without a Net: Heralded Power Spot for Enterprising Restaurant

2012-05-14T16:59:55Z

4-27-12 Kin 229 8 Muluc Moon in Cancer

The crux of the matter: from the egoic level where we operate, we none want to be here. Though we create, invent, contrive, manipulate, and initiate all sorts of deliberate emotional, engaging, enterprising scenarios to solicit, entertain and elicit our attention, (some of which intentionally baffle, confuse, constrain, conflict and devour) like when the ‘force of the wind stops blowing, the kite falls to the ground,’ we too, are left with the cold hard fact that we’re simply ‘out of our league’ in comprehensible understanding during our sojourn on earth. We don’t know what we’re doing here, how long we are going to stay and where we are going once we leave; if in reality, we are going anywhere. We are masters at inventing various solicitous compilations but the truth is: we are completely and utterly lost.

No other times, better convince of the reality of our internal and external misperceptions and badly construed miscalculations, than when we are faced with disaster, divorce, death, accompanied by dismembering disturbances. We pretend we know how to handle such crippling episodes! We wade through the mired emotional wreckage as IF we’re going to get to a better more resolved side only to find more of the same separated fragmented junctions. We stumble through these times as if traveling through a darkened cavern with only the flicker of a small candle to light our way; and then, without preparation, defense or recourse, the light goes out. Bottom line: we simply don’t have the answers for ourselves or anyone else.

Pray tell me: why do we make so much noise and commotion acting as IF we do have the solutions? As if they have been instructionally, indelibly ingrained in us, ready to be pulled out and used when the appropriate occasion arises? It’s not true; it has never been true and will never be true. We must face it. We don’t know what to do, ever. During these awkward and unaccommodating times, we experience a deep sense of losing our equilibrium. The ground feels as if it shifts, consuming us in a huge bottomless pit of despair. But, believe it or not, it is in these devastating times of unspeakable chaos and unimaginable fury, we are the most grounded we will ever be. Yes, we are inexpressibly grounded, like ‘a tree planted by the water which cannot be moved’. There is absolutely no chance of our falling off the imagined, envisioned and emanated cliff, (at least, not the one we’ve mentally constructed), so it need be, we stop with all of the excessive worrying and frantic exaggerated reacting. Our responses are incessant dramatic plots and ploys to lead us astray. Away from the unexamined core issue at hand, the matter prevails untouched and unhampered by our need to buffer, bemoan and blow up. Unmistakable truth always lies directly beneath the obvious unsettling occurrence, attached to the sublime transformational esoteric events, which transpire, in spite of our kicking and screaming.

Certainly, we are traumatized, disappointed, hurt, and disillusioned. Who doesn’t come out of shock unscathed? But, we’ve survived shock before and we will again. What’s the big deal? The big deal is for us to wake up in the midst of the impersonal forces of fate that are at work in our lives without regard to our individual interpretation, comment, interference and consent. The hard cold facts: our lives, including the unstated purpose thereof, demonstrate a verifiable truth of sacredly detached disregard of consideration. In other words, the Holy Will (whatever that consists of) does not take into consideration our particular desires, interests and suggestions, no matter how much we pray, beg and plead. Useless wasted effort on our part, when we think we are swaying the impersonal forces of unified hallowed destiny.

The sanctified occult (hidden) point is for the consolidated objective to be achieved. It matters not, in the least, whether we personally accept or reject the troublesome situations. Because, (without question and deliberation), we are ONE with ALL the events that occur, [not picking out the ones that suit us], it would be impossible for us to recognize what is taking place unless we believed ourselves to be separate, with an opinion that mattered and advantageously influenced the outcome. We are not disconnected. We are NOT separated from whatever is taking place and to realize this undeniable truth, with full declaration, IS the motivating factor of our participation, demonstration and materialization. To reject the events is to reject ourselves. One of the sublimating objectives is to move us to action of non-action, or at least an action with no lust of result attached. Can we see the difference?

We are to surrender to the experience completely without any hesitation, balking or reframing of it. What does that mean exactly? It means we have to sit idly by for quite some time (however much time and duration involved), not knowing what we are doing [If we’re doing anything at all] or why [without any verbalization of what we have accomplished or executing], until we see ‘us’ as the perpetrators and orchestrators of the upsetting circumstance. But, even more than recognizing our participation in the event, (stirring the stench, if you want to get real technical), we must possess no conscious idea of our surrendering to it, as an act of benevolent superlative approach. We must accept each and every action and a non-action as part of the underlying mysterious process to convert us and not as the right or wrong action to take. The truth of the matter is that we need no conversion to any other state than the one we are currently facing but we simply don’t acknowledge that.

How do we accomplish such an unimaginable unlikely paradoxical task? First, pull ourselves together, regroup, change our ‘this time’ plans to improve, release, reconstruct, monitor, comment, seek advice or counsel, and have the notion we are going to change things for the better. We are simply going to place one foot in the front of the other, while we walk through the hours of the day, in the abject or elevated manner presented. Whatever occurs is ‘supposed’ to occur and nothing to the contrary. We cannot take on tomorrow or the day after. “My grace is sufficient for the day thereof. “ (Paraphrased)

We are never, ever to delude ourselves to believe we are helpless without a will of our own, either. That notion is just as deadly and unproductively blind and ignorant in nature. This faulty attitude introduces the unspoken wrongly assumed belief that ‘if it were not for our powerlessness’ we could entertain another way of fate. Not true. We are aware that all that we do while holding/fueling this kind of platform is to try to manipulate circumstances in our favor. We immediately do whatever makes us feel better, more secure, happier, and less afraid; we try to remove the emptiness and fill it with some feeling that is more reassuring and appealing, less empty and more appreciatively familiar. We work tirelessly to conform the outward experiences to congeal to an idea of how ‘things are supposed to be’ instead of how they really are. Let us, for once, be in the moment without trying to alter or comment upon one second of it as it unfolds in the magic of ultimate divine expression. Do or die; can we do that?

Fine Leather Shoes Repaired not Replaced; Quick Glance into Natal Eighth House, Scorpio and its Ruler: Pluto

2012-05-13T00:25:10Z

4-26-12 Kin 228 7 Lamat Moon in Cancer

We are generated by three basic passionate motivations: food, sex, and money. We want to feel good (pleasure) and avoid feeling bad (pain). Food makes us feel very good; besides being vital to our survival, we derive pleasure from its consumption. Sex makes us feel very good; besides being necessary for the propagation of the population, we experience orgasmic thrills from the interaction. Money makes us feel good; besides the security/power/influence it supposedly offers, we identify with the erotic impact associated. All three components constitute the human beings impetus to survive, thrive and connive. Denial of either one of these intrinsic needs dampens thwarts and distorts the character.

In elementary astrology, Scorpio is notoriously known for ruling the passions: sex, money and death. But, I will add food to the esoteric mix. The way a person approaches food is directly related to how he/she feels about money/sex, and, of course, death. Relationships established and maintained with food do more to expose the inner conflict/struggle/engagement of sex, money, death impulses including every fear, perversion, obsession, compulsion, nymphomania, idolatry, abusive tendencies, and/or inability to detach and non-identify. In other words, how we feel about food dictates how we confront, combat and congeal these innate 8^th house motivations. Delicious mouth-watering, soul-satisfying, mind- stabilizing, FOOD: the imperial desire of all the pleasures known to man. Think not?

One may be deprived of sex, and though not necessarily preferred or appreciated; he/she could carry on. Taking money away from a person, would more than likely, result in a similar experience of not liking it necessarily but a mere ripple in the existence would be registered. But, deprive a person of his/her food for any length of time, beyond a day or two, and the barbaric tendencies of savage rage would surely flame out of control. Why? Surely, the first reaction immediately brings to mind devastating starvation. Yes, the vehement inherent will to live! No one wants to die; or, so it seems. But, it’s much deeper than what appears on the surface of initial hunger. We want to experience the erotic sensation of food as it passes through our mouths on its way to digestion, assimilation and elimination. We want to be radiated, vibrated, gyrated by (and partake of) the celestially sensual sensations of the electromagnetic gravitational nuclear-fusion exploding chemical-biological-radiation of us consuming ourselves.

No other experience comes close to our having such an undeniably intimate relationship whereby we feel our evolutionary expansion as human beings. In other words, because we are what we eat, we are able to distinguish the reality of our being placed on earth as human vessels of infinite energy. The elemental/mineral/amino acid conversion-combustion which takes place as the result of eating defines dictates and delegates our inestimable journey and reminds us we are NOT who we think we are but derives our heritage from a much loftier place. We essentially know we are Masters of Divine Essence who have merely forgotten our inheritance but refuse to accept we can and will die.

We are instantaneously connected, the moment we place a morsel of food inside our mouths; though we are never disconnected; we are not cognizant of this basic life-sustaining fact, unless and until we bite into food. Yes, we consume us and it is grand. Every piece of food we place within our bodies is but the same configured elements of exactly what constitutes our physical presence. We do not consume anything that is not what we are made of. It’s impossible. We experience the ingestion of the divine when we eat. Since divinity is comprised of everything that exists, we “live, move and have out being” because of what we eat.

So, what does that have to do with sex and money? (Everything and nothing) Everything, because we are everything that we eat, and nothing, because behind it all, [the infinite variations of food we dissolve into our bodies] is the ‘nothing’: the ineffable undefined, un-manifested divine which continually manifests. In the act of sex, we are only partially consuming ourselves by the act of intercourse. We have entered into the body of another, whose very elemental human fabric is the identical celestial nature of our own. We experience the ineffable orgy of making love to god when we penetrate or are penetrated by another. What we are seeking in every lovemaking act is to experience the union with the divine. The moment of orgasmic ecstasy is but a minuscule fleeting of that indescribable expression of the divine.

Money is sensual, sexual energy. We experience the invisible pulsating, radiating, and gyrating energy as it moves in and out of our lives. Like a well-orchestrated sex act, we marvel in its presence. We sense the innumerable places it has been, where it is going and how it transforms and destroys lives of those it touches, in much the same way, as we inherently intuit the many, many places we’ve been, are going and are yet to go, in the cycling process of being transformed by and through ingesting ourselves. We transform and are transformed by the moving in and out of the dubious relationships, ‘having sex’ with the power/influence of money. We bow to its effigy. We recognize the sanctified spirit, continually wooing its advances, like an attractive lover. The erotically irresistible lover is none other than Pluto.

Pluto, so they say, is the smallest planet (dwarf), in proposition; so small, having been reduced from the status of planet to asteroid, stills carries a hell-of-a-wallop in power. I’ll leave the facts and figures to the astronomers. My discussion deals with the hypothetical astrological Pluto. Everyone has the sign Scorpio and Pluto placed definitively in the natal chart, somewhere. We are guided, prodded, probed and imploded by its sexually stimulating effects. Our appetite is determined from its intricately imposing position and paradoxical presence. Could be that the ‘death of our human identity’ (the ego that so easily and completely besets us) would become our ally and friend instead of ruminating enemy we contend with as mortals; should we become familiar with the Scorpionic and Plutonic energy in the natal chart.

We devotedly cling to an over emphasized human being and then have the audacity to call ourselves spiritual. Perhaps, we could be cosmically psycho-analyzed from the house placement of PLUTO and degree of Scorpio. If we could but break through the iron-convictions we hold about who and what we are, we may just get to the only true sexual impetus that provokes us. We are NOT simply humans but gods in the making; or better stated ‘gods perpetrated and substantiated’ by the evolving earth experience. Nothing else but recognizing our sensual relationship with food will bring the esoteric spiritual wisdom we seek.

Trying to understand why things (sex, money, death) happen as they do is impossible if one does not incorporate the deeper meaning attached; the relationships with food. Nothing occurs that is not part of the divinely invested plan. We, as the individual, may think that we are in control of our own personal agenda, but the opposite is the case. Everything that takes place brings us to a deeper clearer perception of the meaning of our particular hallowedly sacred purpose while inhabiting the earth plane. No matter what superficial pleasure we may be engaged in, the real lesson is to embrace, observe and accept the sensual necessity of occult motivation to seek the things and people we do. Remember: we are always making love to God through the food we eat, sex we engage in and money we hoard or release. It’s an interesting thought to ponder.

Substitute Mail Man Gives Wrong Package to the Right Address: Astrological Ninth House in Natal Chart Represents Cosmic 1% Difference in Human Genome, Possibly

2012-05-11T15:22:35Z

4-25-12 Moon in Gemini Kin 227 6 Manik

Even though the human being contains more than 100 trillion cells in the body, we each share 99% of the same genome. 3 billion letters make up this miraculous library of coded instructions and to think there is but 1% difference in us collectively makes for an invigorating conversation at a Saturday Bar-B-Q picnic. Then, to expound further, to incorporate the reality that we are basically made up of the very same DNA as a Chimpanzee and Gorilla (98%) brings on more heated debate; IF one were so inclined. The point I am chasing: though, we think of ourselves as so intrinsically special and daringly unique; not so. We are pretty much hard wired the same way. The 1% difference with other human beings and 2% difference with our primate brothers carry little weight in demonstration and less in arbitration. We are too similar to make a case for intelligent deliberation and discussion.

Now, that the notion of our specialness and difference is out of the way, let us continue with the case in point. We are filled to capacity with such imperceptivity as to blur our vision of whom and what really constitutes our being and motivates our actions. Can you imagine reading a book which contained three billion letters, all of which are repeated sequences of four letters (ACGT)? But, that’s who and what we are precisely with no frills and gills. Over and over, the same four letters rearranged and repeated at different ad varying intervals. Which tells me, without having had gone to MIT, Stanford or Yale, that every solitary thing known and unknown to man comes from the exact same substance, redoubled infinite times. That particular speed and duration in time and origin (as we understand it at present) may still be undefined, but nonetheless, the reality that we all come from the exact definition of ‘nothing’ underlying all manifestation, that was is and shall forever more be, fosters and sustains our supposed existence.

This ‘nothing that makes up everything’ includes all that we see, feel, think, touch, eat, experience, eliminate, smell, hear, do and say, including everything that we can’t possibly visualize, as well. From the ground upon which we stand to the stars which twinkle in the sky, no thing is left out. We are composed of all of it. The air we inhale and exhale, the tears that flow down our faces, the feces we dump, the trees that bend, the fish that swim, the criminals who are locked away in solitary, monks in the monastery, prostitutes on 42nd street, Gays protesting the amendment, marijuana that grows, vineyards in Italy, along with the galaxies that incessantly swirl, make us move, breathe and have our being. Whatever has existed in the billions of years and beyond is tabulated and recorded in the book of life of four little letters. We are the living embodiment of the Holy Grail of every historical event, good and bad, ecological disaster, and economical shift, sociological malady, and spiritual comedy. All of it constitutes us in every way possible, finite and infinite, and then some.

Patterns, cycles and stories weaved into an inconceivable trilogy of repetitive structures. ( 3 billion little letters) Formed universes, unformed and undiscovered galaxies swirl, twirl and spin in our bodies as much as we perceive them outside of us. Those quantum strata packets of electromagnetic gravitational tugs, pulls, stop and pops, which continually generate/stimulate/vibrate in our veins pulsate our lives in a continuous hum with the universe. We are not separate from the observable, rational, irrational, unreasonable and chaotic reality we wade through. The stars reveal, conceal, steal and meal our minds, hearts, and souls with an ever increasing curiosity of what it all means and why. We KNOW we were born to die; from the moment of our first ingested breath, we instinctively resonate, with the cruel fact it’s one less of the allotted ones we are given for no apparent logical reason. Cold hard facts: we were pushed from a warm womb into a barrenly cold, impersonally void, devastatingly cruel world to die! In the meantime, we are taught to survive, by contending, comparing, striving, competing and working like hell to get somewhere. Where? We don’t have a verifiable clue but we are prodded like cattle to carry on.

We can all relate to the clueless experiences, when wanted and hoped that certain events would occur. But, no sooner than the awaited occasion passed us by, and a certain time transpired, (necessary for insight to arise) we were more than glad that the circumstance (relationship) did not occur. There is always an element of the unknown that plays into the picture which affords us the opportunity to change directions at any given second. These little copious elements are esoteric secrets deposited along the way. We are always on the lookout for that ‘one thing’ which will make the difference. (It’s one of the 4 letter sequence) We search for it everywhere, in everything and sometimes, inaccurately in each person. So easy to become uninterested, disenchanted and disassociated from that which we can’t seem to find, that we begin to incredulously invent scenarios, we think we need in order to sustain our fleeting happiness and well-being. We stumble around, while we wade through the mire of an unstated 1% difference, the sift of various fragmented ominous clues turns up 'nothing' of real interpretive essence for us.

1% is certainly not much of a tabulated difference, except when we don’t know what it is we are supposed to be doing while alive, IF anything, other than what we’re currently involved in. Should we consider and contemplate a celestial photograph of the position of delegated star patterns, in the sky, at the precise moment of our birth as relevant and significant? Would there be a possible indication of ‘something’ so remote, insignificant, so deliberately ludicrous, as to bequeath one of the combination of the 4-letter mysterious sequences, intricately linked and fashioned into a schematic esoteric theme, as part of a divinely inspired and sanctified equipped map of relevance hidden in the 9th house of the natal chart: the ‘one’ considered by most professional astrologers to represent the HOUSE of God?

It could be. Or, it could not be. It may be worth looking into IF this type of nebulous intrigue tickles your fancy. Most often times, we sloth off fascinating clues to our sacredly sensual vibrating, gyrating, oscillating vivacious creative sexual energy simply because we are too lazy, stubborn, fixed and repulsed by the idea that ‘something’ lies locked away in superstition or the occult arts and sciences. It’s not really ‘locked away’; we simply have to search for it. Our evolutionary growth depends on our impetus to ‘seek diligently’ (as the Bible so eloquently commands). Unfortunately, due to the stubborn, resistant force which has been entrenched within, we linger much too long in outdated concepts, that have long since served their useful blinding purpose.

Why cling to a framed idea and/or prefabricated identity in conception of who and what the human being really is, when it’s time to let go? The entire celestial genetic code encompasses the universes, galaxies, heavens and stars, too. The human genome extends and weaves into a double helix of a mere 46 chromosomes, of which a human body has 23 pairs, (one from mother; one from father). The 3 billion lettered coded book contains all there ever was, is and will be forever more. Certainly a line or two may be blinking in the heavens above. Ninth house may just be a portal into the other parallel reality; (which may disclose hidden information) sort of like the womb, we mysteriously entered, in order to pop through into this world. Who can say for sure?

New York Stock Exchange Experiences Unexpected 9000% Increased Fluctuation; Who Speaks the So Help Me God Truth, Anymore?

2012-05-04T14:01:21Z

4-24-12 Moon in Gemini Kin 226 5 Cimi

If life prepared us sufficiently for the unrehearsed surprises that arise, we may not want to participate as often, and, as well as, we do. We are very good at make-believe! The alluring, unsuspecting elements of the unknown are what keep us striving to overcome, achieve, to master that which beset or elevate us. We constantly create all sorts of mystery so as to entertain, befuddle, attract, interest, and entwine. We don’t want to know the end of the story before we’ve had sufficient time to be confused, disappointed, delighted, excited and/or encouraged. We always GRAVITATE TO and become the ubiquitous scenario we are working upon.

We are so disappointed if and when a matter reveals itself too soon or too easily to us. We get upset if the cork pops out of the bottle of surprise too soon. WE hate it when somebody shows us or tells us about our present before our birthday. We want to believe it matters that we don’t know. We lose our unfailing impetus to be continually fooled IF we are exposed to too much of the truth we don’t want to see or hear, yet. We struggle to keep Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy alive because we hate to be reminded all is but an illusion we invent to entertain ourselves. And, when we get too big or too old to cling to the illusion of fairy tales, we live them out in our children and grandchildren. We simply won’t let go on the incessant need and cumbersome desire to delude (fool) ourselves and others.

Yes. Fooled. We, mortals enjoy, invite and draw a substantial crowd by either attracting a good con artist or playing the convincing role as one. Let’s face it; we all want to be conned, deceived, and duped. It’s sort of like spoiling the rest of the movie once the plot is figured out too early. Sad as it is, we refuse to grow up, accept the undressed, unwrapped truth that ‘nothing is nothing’ and when we quite fanning the flames of con-artistry, the fire goes out. We always deny that we know the answer to the the simpleton riddle we create to bemuse us.

Whatever is placed before us has been positioned by us to try to disorient and disengage us from ourselves. We are never shocked by someone’s actions, another’s harsh words or ‘slain in the spirit’ by the lack of devotion our lover displays. We instinctively KNOW these things because we set the ball rolling in the beginning when the insert for the playbills were written. The incomparable relationship set before us carries with it the seeds planted in the garden we need to plow. Yes, we undeniably need to plow the fields, chop the weeds and irrigate the land. Whether the project involves more than simply a complicated relationship, laborious educational pursuit, convicting religious path, unsettling career, financial schemes, devious business partnership, conflicting addiction, criminal portrayal, betrayal of friendship or obsessive sexual liaison, every nuance has been strategically placed to torment and uproot us.

We need the academy award winning challenges associated. We are inspired by the various problems, obstacles, complications, excitement, intrigues, fascinations, addictions, compulsions, convictions, sentences, inheritances, preoccupations that are woven so carefully, methodically and mysteriously thoroughly saturating our lives imperceptibly. Whether our individual story lines play out in huge defeating losses or sky-rocketing success, the purpose is to ensnare us in a foolish game of mental deprivation delusion. IF we can convince ourselves that we are separate from the disturbing social environment in which we find ourselves, and that the relationships involved are NOT reflective aspects of us, then we can continue the ridiculous crushing farce of our being powerless, helpless and victimized by the events.

We instinctively know, without saying, that incredulous deviant subterfuge exists, in all of our current endeavors and relationships. Intertwined in our daily walk and throughout the many diverse relationships we encounter, we build, illuminate, defame and burn the bridges. We speak with forked tongues, darting eyes and folded hands. We KNOW we are looking for the smallest loop hole and will not rest until we contend, calculate and contrive the medium of our personal expression, in our favor. We prefer being deceived but, if time and circumstance have it, we will quickly taint the story, embellish the facts and load the dice, so that we come out on top of every single occasion. We are master tricksters! We do such an outstanding job of improv impersonation; we hardly ever suspect ourselves and our clinically abhorrent, abnormal terminal natures.

We are jack-knife creators. The sacred art of imbued creation is what we do. Though we are skilled enough to make it seem as if our hands our squeaky clean, we know for a imperishable fact, that when it comes down to who’ll take home the racing trophy and grand $1,000,000 prize, come hell or high water, we’ll scoop it up with an innocent glance of surprise and glinted humility. All the while knowing how we rigged up our cars with an illegal liquid propellant rocket fuel. The deal for real remains: “What’s in it for us!” Never let it be said that we are unaware of our terminally resonant competitive, comparative and combative spirit. Ill will governs our nature IF we see we’re on the losing end of the team.

Vitality is determined by man’s ability to use the most robust part of his brain to activate a force that renews and stimulates his will to live. We must invent certain scenarios to fool us into believing that what we do matters. It doesn’t; but, we want to believe it does. The irreducible thread of our existence depends upon our unique ability to create bewildering scenarios of significant purpose. In other words, a definite reason for us to continue to want to be here stuffs the turkey of our renewing energy to fight for something we say we believe in. Sometimes that involves living our entire lives trying to be somebody, do something that really matters or get something of value so everyone will see we made something of ourselves.

We could go so far as to say we’re doing what we do for spiritual reasons. Anything that works for us, we’ll work it to the hilt! Since the governing force in man is NOT to want, achieve, strive for or contend for anything other than the inhabitance of an earth body of the mere experience attached, having to invent all sorts of complicated relationships and difficulties in life demand the exertion of a lot of attention and energy. What happens is that we grow old, embittered, resentful, and full of remorse, shame and guilt for having lived such an unfulfilling ‘human episode’ of care, worry, and contention that we eventually die. But, not soon enough!

The truth is: we none want to be here. Especially, when we get the gist of the high rollers’ unpalatable, undeniable wisdom; who relay to one and all, that life’s only game (the one and only one we can partake of an participate in) is POKER, but not the kind of poker one might expect. For each person who enters the gala festively inviting halls, the GAME, not the player, ALWAYS produces winners without fail, every other day of each year. And, just as certain and mechanically, losers are produced, every other day, when it’s not the winner’s day to cash in. There’s absolutely nothing personal, favorable, fun or meaningful in any single hand of it. No amount of skill, talent, brilliance, ability, experience, charismatic or deceptive playing carries one bit of weight. Infallible poker rule: “Play poker because you love to play poker! The Winning or losing IS Not, HAS not, WILL not ever be part of the mechanics of the game.”

Smooth Talking Seasoned Gigolo Convinces Young Girl of his Sincere Intent: Reason Why Relationships Change Abruptly

2012-05-03T14:31:17Z

4-23-12 Moon in Taurus goes in Gemini in the afternoon Kin 225 4 Chicchan

If we are trying to change our present circumstances, by commenting on the validity of the experience or by judging the situation, as either, favorable or unfavorable, we have not yet surrendered to the divine will. Furthermore, IF we are trying to gauge or evaluate whether we have surrendered to the degree, we feel is appropriate, at the time, when impatiently considering our current progress, this too, indicates we have not yet surrendered. Our eyes are fixed on verifiable results. By having a ‘lust of result’, we are hesitating, (balking, is more like it) in the natural and convenient flow of the events. We are not capable of judging the progress in any matter; and, especially in those realms where the spiritual walk is concerned.

When we inaccurately believe that we can or should alter events in any way, we are deluding ourselves by a fixated demonstrative ego that exists, for no other purpose than to devour and destroy. But, when we try to assess the situation by assuming, our motives are either bad or good, in the way the situation is handled, we have given full reign to the opposing forces which do nothing but constrict and confine. WE ought never to try to rearrange the way things currently exist; but, moreover, we fail miserably when we exercise a conviction that we are not pure enough and redeemed enough to deserve the peace and happiness we seek. It’s simply absurd to judge our actions; for we will always veer on the most moral side IF we are in that praising of a mood and lean heavily on the punitive and mind-bashing side IF we are in a depressively critical mood.

We never know how things are supposed to be or how they should, in effect go. We are unstable creatures, who will change our minds at least 15 times a day. (That’s on a slow day) We are inconsistently vain and will do whatever saves face for THAT particular hour. How grievous our hours become when we continue to prove a point, make the other wrong, show our competence or intelligence or are determined to make the way form to our specified demands. Concentration and focus are not human being’s strong points. We dibble, dabble and wibble, wobble all over the place. Sad but true: when we get what we think we want we realize, quite suddenly, with great remorse, we no longer want it or we didn’t really want it in the first place.

We do not possess a separate will from the rest of the universe’s agenda. In other words, when we realize, with a certain clarity, that whatever takes place in our lives is verifiably supposed to occur and that nothing else could, would or will take place, no matter how much we contrive to make the globe spin on its axis a little differently, then, and only then have we begun to surrender to the esoteric fact that “it’s not going to happen”. Or, on the same token, “it’s going to happen” and there’s not a damned thing we can do about it. The divine will always manifest through us its agenda, regardless of whether we understand, appreciate or recognize the intrinsic value attached.

We can never KNOW who we are as long as we try to engineer certain plans to occur, with special people in ways that are not in line with what we are here to accomplish. Our experiences are not ours, necessarily; the unmistakably ruthless precious soul’s determining call. In other words, earth experience, as we humans ingest it, is the sacredly sublime intent’s magic to decree. The majority of our emotional problems follow on the heels of our looking at the situation with eyes of desire for it to be more or less. To deliberately intend a specified result inhibits the mental temperature of the person who anticipates the definitive end result. It will be what it will be and to anticipate another consequence other than the one that shows up is a little less than unwise.

All events in the run of a day are intricately connected, without which we would not entertain the episodes of life in the manner we do. The things that seem to be the most unlikely and insignificant are the things that matter the most, though they may have been discounted and devalued BY US AND THROUGH US. When WE, as an OBSERVANT individual try to decipher the importance of things, WE misinterpret the meaning. If we continue to judge solely, by the appearance of things, we will be sorely disappointed. Nothing can ever be rightfully understood until after the event has transpired; and, then by and through the fragments which are juxtaposed by intermitted unrelated frames. We waste countless hours in vain trying to understand a matter, from the personally vested vantage point of where we stand, which renders us too emotionally vested to be able to decipher dispassionately.

We are not in a position to reduce the parallel events to form a common denominator of spectatorship. It would be like having been locked up in prison for 25 years and appearing before the parole board with a story which would not be heavily saturated with goals, aspirations and ideas of saying and doing whatever would get us released. No amount of unbiased truth would visit that room of decision, IF it meant that it carried with it the slightest possibility of our remaining locked behind bars one day longer than necessary. We, act in the same manner when trying to properly access the unprejudiced truth regarding our present situations if/when we believe there is another way (superior) and with another person (more attractive) we should be engaging our lives.

We will interpret the events according to our personal level of pleasure and unrest activated at the time. We cannot be impartial when it comes to seeing the unconscious motivational impetus which propels us to want something else other than what we have. Every word spoken, thought filtered, and emotion experienced, will be from a strained or elevated platform of increased delight or imagined pain. We may construe many ways and means, to try to apply harbingering associations of either gain or avoidance, but all scenarios are manufactured from a mentally fractured podium. Events do not hold the correct vision which can be decrypted accurately.

WE remain in the dark regarding our lives at the moment we are experiencing them. Our eyes continually and forthrightly betray us from all sides. Impossible to KNOW while engaged in the relationship, event, career, or position why we have to go through the mired stench. It may seem like something of importance is being held back from us, and in some cases, nothing other than the sheer blatant truth of its suppression could fulfill our pact with destiny in any other way. But, we will never be able to KNOW beforehand! Seek not to alter the events but for the sacred perseverance, to accept with contented resolve what appears unholy and unkind. The more out of balance it seems, the more deeply revolutionary esoteric merit it contains. Until the unstated mysterious day concludes in full measure, (no matter how long that takes) by our unconditional receipt of the bizarre state of affairs, exactly and precisely how they occur, without the need or inclination to change a feather’s worth of its hard-to swallow appearance, no rest will be felt. Surrender all for nothing.

Egyptian History Assignment Marked as B- in Red Ink: Why We Tend to Whitewash and Falsely Interpret Various Demanding Situations

2012-05-01T21:45:29Z

4-22-12 Moon in Taurus goes in Gemini 1pm Kin 224 3 Kan

How do we know IF we are on our designated path of destiny? This is a work related question. It is a proven fact that people work better when they are relaxed and at ease in their environment. People who don’t have to defend their current positions, by either glossing over ‘out of control’ egos, and/or excusing away indifference or overt laziness, seem to live well-balanced lives, in as much as they are capable of doing so. When we feel, we must protect a certain way of behavior, resulting from a comfortable place of residence, current relationship or certain preferred way of existence, we are lying to ourselves and others. The underlying problem lies with our inability to realize, we are simply not interested in what we are doing any longer; but have grown so accustomed and familiar with a comfortable assured set of circumstances, we don’t want to be disturbed or bothered by the fact we have gone to sleep on the job.

IF we truly resonate with what we are engaged in, there is absolutely no way possibly to fall asleep. But, when we have lost interest in the current agenda, (the one who has stolen our natural enthusiasm and lured us from our primary love) a stabbing, shocking set of circumstances will arise, quite abruptly, to wake us up. We will immediately be brought ‘front and center’ with/to ourselves for a thorough tongue lashing. We are never, simply to coast along, as if we are a leaf in a swirling stream of water. We are to remain cognizant and aware at all times. Otherwise, we will go numb, unresponsive and indisposed, while smiling, carrying on conversations, making love, eating, studying, engaging in all manners of so-called productive activity.

What would be possible worse than NOT showing up for the life we are heavily vested in? What is it that truly matters to us? What makes our motors run and our hearts purr? How much of our days are spent involving these things? Have they inadvertently taken a back seat to something of a more pressing nature?

Have our lives become so tangled up that we believe we don’t have time to invest in what we truly love with all of our hearts, souls, minds, bodies and strength of conviction? Have we forgotten to include the inner most PASSION as the number 1 item on the day’s agenda? Then, we’re sick…sick to death with meaningless babble. Better to be taken out, in the back yard and shot like a very old ineffective mare than to continue on with the empty façade.

We can’t possibly convince ourselves that “we’ll get around to it”. Bull shit. We won’t get around to anything except more of the same monotonous whine of which we have so carelessly slipped into. “IT” has become what we do, who we are and how we spend our days; as if the established course IS the only course we can take. When we say, like all good Christians and other enlightened folks want to believe,” But, It’s not personal. Hell, yes it is personal. So personal; too personal to cast it aside like a soiled diaper. Our attention is paid in high dollars of expensive exclusive desired energy! When it is wasted on people, projects, places and plans which lure us away from our first love, then, we are spent.

Exhausted, we try to convince ourselves after we do what we HAVE to do, we’ll get back to the one thing that matters the most to us. Not so. IF we don’t make it the number 1 priority, as if our lives depended on it (which it does) engaging our time, effort, energy, and money in our birthright destiny, then, we have forfeited our slot of cosmic chance. In other words, IF it’s not important enough for us to pursue, who else would be personally interested in following through with the development? The undisputable fact: we are on a self-delegated, purposeful, undisclosed, esoteric, celestial, mission.

No matter what trinkets we add to our lives to make our existence meaningful, it simply won’t make a rat’s ass worth of difference IF we are not completely engaged in what stirs our sublimely, sensual, sexually stimulating celestial artistic passion. We KNOW when we have sidestepped the material. We can’t talk fast enough, smoothly embellished beyond a fault, to convince our soul of the whys, wherefores, whats and whens we have exchanged for the postponement of the preferred task. We cannot possibly create a contented scenario of benefit, so cleverly and deceitfully designed, so as, to entirely capsize our soulful purpose for inhabiting earth.

Always, and without hesitation, when our passionate path of destiny rises to the forefront, we experience dissolution, disintegration, fragmentation, an irresolute feeling as if we are falling apart. It seems as we have no clue what to do or how to do it. An unsettled disembodied anger supports the restlessness of having thought oneself to be calm, resolved and perfectly satisfied. This unmistakable feeling is quite different from one, when a false aspect of our known identify falls away. In that invigorating, but somewhat frightening and insecure instance, the sensation of loss, brings with it renewed vigor and vitality. In that spiritual case of resolution, though we may not know what the next step will be, we instinctively know it will be taken care of.

We also ‘know without knowing’ that it is NOT without this ‘riding the abysmal’ brink of falling to sleep, in comfortable security and repetitions familiarity, that we are able to accept any of the most problematic episodes, that may arise, while we are waking up in a higher level of consciousness. In other words, no matter what may have to be confronted, anything is better than roaming around dead and unconscious, pretending to be awake, happy and interestingly involved.

We were born into innocence and possess a basic trust which never leaves us. But, “IT” can be glossed over by/through a long line of diversions and distractions. We can get so bogged down in every day ‘making it’, so that we stay favorably comfortable and happily, materially content, we forget what it was, that ushered our life onto this plane of existence in the first place. We begin to believe the lies; we invent, to emphasize physical material manifestation AS SOMETHING REAL AND BENEFICIENT. We honestly fall into the trap of having to provide for ourselves or we might perish. Instead of realizing, with an unmovable certainty, that we are part of a celestially grand scheme which has been designated with various cosmic karmic roles for which we are to fulfill. We are part of a sanctified unified galactic whole universe. We are not separate with detached needful agendas of importance. In other words, our hallowed part of the program does not originate from us or in the concerned plans we make to secure the outcome. But, when we fall away from our revered destined paths, we tend to forget this small detail.

Worn Mattress Reveals Protruding Rusty Springs: When We Lose Ourselves In Relationships, What Does That Suggest?

2012-04-29T20:08:34Z

4-21-12 New Moon in Taurus Kin 223 2 Akbal

Relationship, by the connotation, implies two people. Never is there a needful time when the union gobbles up one of the parties for the sake of the involvement. If anything; quite the contrary. Why would the involvement require either one of the individuals to sacrifice his or her being? Two people come together to form a union. In the midst of the union, a third ‘silent cosmic entity’ is birthed from the formation; which is sort of like an unbiased referee? Sometimes, the referee calls the play in one way, but on another day, he could call the very same paly another way. It all depends upon the amount of karma which needs adjusting. (At least, that’s one way of looking at what transpires in some really seemingly off-balanced relationships)

Regardless, of whether we are able to decipher our involvements with any degree of accuracy, one thing remains firm and unmoved: never are we to duplicate the other. We are to remain as a separate entity properly anchored on our end of the see saw. In order for the human beings to endure the rides of ups and downs swiveling chaotic sexual movement, they must vibrate separately while in unison. There are times when we must proceed, slowly. Other times, we need burst forth with such rapid moments; we would appear to be a gold medal sprinter. The secret key ingredient is never to be predictable and prepared. And, never, never fade or bleed into the other. The perfect recipe for disaster, in a relationship is to act, think, or conduct one’s affairs in a manner so as to be repeatedly pleasing to the other.

We are to please ourselves, first and foremost; then, and only then, can we be pleasing to another. To try to change our ways, actions or attitudes, simply because we think the other wants or needs us to alter our behavior is not only hopelessly stupid but corruptibly futile. In a genuine relationship of value and merit two people exist. Neither one nor the other is more important. There are no susceptible feelings of being abandoned or rejected IF a certain level of communication is not attained, retained and sustained. To exalt or debase the other defies the purpose of the involvement; which further warrants a period of isolating deprivation, whereby the individual begin to suspect the level of commitment.

Gradually, like trees which are newly planted, relationships take their own unique form and trajectory. They will begin to take shape, after the hands of the two individuals involved remove their interplay of delegation from the vulnerable plant. We are allowed to see more of the esoteric picture of the involvement, when it no longer matters to us that we do. But, never, ever, when an objective manipulative course of action is induced in order to force a certain way of romantically inclined behavior or desired favored outcome, should be assumed. We are never participating in an involvement in which we can ‘call the shots’. But, a clear indicator that the relationship is headed south is when either one of the parties forsakes the sanctity of his/her own mind for the sake of the romantic partnership.

Relationships are NOT like the grafting of skin. In fact, if there is ever to be a satisfying, gratifying and sexually nourishing and fulfilling involvement, the parties must retain a distinct identifiable set of characteristics which in no way resemble the other. How dare we assume that the other wants us to be like him/her? Not true! WE must insist, (without saying say or being able to be detected) on remaining obscured. Relationships, whether they are formed in union of members who are either lovers, marriage partners, straight, gay or bi-sexual, trans-sexual or merely great friends, exist as formidable fertile soil to evolve as human beings. For the relationship to thrive and survive, it must be strong enough to endure enormous winds of turbulent change and vicious rains of vacillating transformation.

The idea of taking things personally or wanting to be exclusively ‘the one and only’ is plain ridiculous! No one should be made to carry that horrendous of an ego generated burden. Why do we imagine there are so many divorces and extra-marital affairs? When two people come together, they are meeting on a cosmically prompted program of unutterable instruments designed and delegated to complete certain celestial contracts unbeknown to either of them, at the time. Irrevocable passion elicits the two people, at the moment, they attract and connect, in order to merge their juices, so that these cosmic contracts can be ‘checked off’, if you will, and demonstrated effectively. Matter not if ‘we’ think the union did not, does not, will not serve any useful purpose or we think the relationship will last for an eternity and beyond: the infinite cosmos declares something altogether different.

We are engaged in constituted relationships for the least of logical reasons we could possibly ever suspect or ascertain. There is no way to be able to interpret the untimely specifications of our intricately sensual laced unions. Too often, people ask the unanswerable question: “Why on earth is she/ he attracted to her/him? I just don’t see it.” How true! No truer words have ever been spoken. In the same manner, divorces occur. Never do people divorce for the apparent reasons associated. So much more is unseen than seen. The esoteric meaning woven into any partnership remains incomprehensibly obscure. In order, to begin to dissect a possible involvement, requires continual unwavering dedication to an esoteric study of oneself.

What is surprisingly discovered is the other is NEVER the ‘subject of desire’ thereto attached, but remains as the indecipherable puzzle which unlocks countless masked secrets far removed from the eyes of the inquirer. If one be committed and focused enough to withstand the peeling back of the self-manufactured “cow manure” mess which has covered the association, truth will emerge to set the person free of discontent, bitterness and any smidgen of idolization so often accumulated. It is possible to thrive in a union, once the truth is revealed but no longer are we afforded the indulgent ways of communicating.

We are called to report unbiasedly, the motivations resulting from the base of the spiritually sexual union. No amount of ‘shooting the bird’ is allowed or tolerated. A spectacularly well favored outcome demands we must be patient and enduring. Why force an unresolved issue by pushing a rope? We keep our spirits calm by not jumping the gun and assuming too much. This statement especially implies, when new liberating energy is released. If we try to grab the future, it will bite us like a blood-thirsty hungry shark. Flow with the unnatural movement of events as they begin to sever troublesome illusions. Everything happens as it does, miraculously, due to immutable laws of nature. Leave it alone, okay?

An Embittered Tiresome Old Man Tries to Act Young: Benefits of Fresh Spinach, Laughing Out Loud and Singing in the Rain

2012-04-29T13:09:01Z

4-20-12 Moon in Aries Kin 222 1 Ik

We grow old when we stop learning. When we believe, we have experienced all there is to experience, our bones calcify, our minds snap and we sit in a vacuous stupor, waiting for death to engulf us. We turn into the proverbial stone, like Lot’s wife who refused to learn. She stubbornly resisted and insisted, while retaining a rebellious attitude, that what she had left behind was more favorable and desirable than what was currently underfoot. She mournfully turned to her past for answers and refused to leave behind what was no longer relevant. Too bad for her, and too sad for us, when we approach life in the same-song manner. Life reveals it glorious experience NOW; not yesterday.

When we lose sight of what’s truly valuable: in the ensuring moment, we end up living in repetitious sickening monotony. We tell the same old boring stories of what took place ‘when’ a 1000 times, never forgetting one idealized dreadful detail to all of those who are forced to hear it one more horrific time. No wonder people hate to attend family reunions! The stories of yesteryear are exactly and precisely buried and recalled from the distorted memories of those who continue to try to relive their engrafting youth whose current mind embellishes so categorically. We are alive this second, supposedly. And, IF we are vibrating, gyrating and pulsating human specimens, why borrow episodes of past illusions to accentuate the accountable moment?

We are NOT the person we were during those times of ‘necessary constructive adventured experience’ and we will not be the person we try to create out of the by-gone era. By trying to sustain an image of refractory glory, we miss the investigative primal sensual energy of the incorporating moment. Our precious ruthless souls are not into repeats! Habits are something the human being invents. Our gut instinct does not relish, enveloping, exercising and ennobling, the wearisome idea of having to continually repeat the same hum-drum stories. We need not dredge up the war stories of yesterday; filled to nauseating overflow about the battle fields of extended emblazoned glory or the tit-sucking gory incidents of subjected abuse, neglect and betrayal. Who gives a damn? We survived, derived and thrived out/in/over and through it. Give it a rest, forever.

We are who we have become out of the unfurling inexplicable episodes of human existence. To repeatedly comment, unnecessarily and ignorantly, makes for one unbearably dull life, filled with remorse, shame and blame or exaggerated self-intoxication. Both scenarios stink to high haven! Just think about it. How often do we repeat ourselves during the day…hour…moment? Need we not begin another train of thought; drawing from a source of topic which no longer fuels the putrefied remains? It makes no difference IF the elaborated stories, we relay, are packed with the accented details of star studded fame or hair raising incidents of painful allegorical related occurrences, the thoughts and projections associated do nothing but erode the present moment.

When we think more highly of ourselves, (by either repetition or amplification) we stagnate and deteriorate. Are we not more than the memories and tales we insist on repeating? Can we not invent another platform from which to embrace the events of the day? If we would but envision ourselves as having to watch an un-ending series of boring embellished re-runs, without interruption; and, then, were forced to watch, hour after hour after hour, the same stories-word for word, again and again and again and again,- until we knew by heart, the brain paralyzing, blood sucking, uninteresting words, actions, thoughts, and gestures, flooded in unwanted memorized rote; by the end of the week, we would certainly, be just about ready to end (whether with shot gun or machete) the dull, monotonous incalculable delirious dribbling pecking bombarding our veins of consciousness.

Nothing and I do mean nothing, wrecks more unproductive degenerative havoc upon the body than personal repetition! In other words, nothing destroys consciousness like repeating oneself. Our vital life-producing investigative quest should be: find just how much and how often we repeat ourselves and then STOP! We would become so enlightened IF we simply observed ourselves, in the run of an hour, to count how many times, we repeat the same words. The epitome of blatant ignorance and lazy unawareness is characterized by the number of times we repeat what we say. Is there not more to us? Can we not, at least, vest ourselves enough in the present moment to participate a little more consciously? Why insult the other, and ourselves, with the meaningless drone?

Repetition remains as a cancerous invading parasite. We are nothing but exasperating bores, who in the end-middle and beginning-make for the reality in which we supposedly live: an enlisted prefabrication of life; a decorated deliberate spoiled brat’s display of self-intoxicated spew. Yuck! Makes me sick just to think about how much we unconsciously engage our sacred, sensual, sublimely sexual artistic souls in the deliberate pursuit of something so trivially despicable. How, why and for what possible reason would we, once having been brought to the tantalizing awareness, keep up the façade? Is it any wonder why we get so exhausted for no apparent reason? We are invested, vitally saturated, energetic effervescent sexual beings that have endless menus of delectable experiences to pull from. Then, why on earth, would we have need to repeat ourselves in any situation? Dare I say, we need hang a sign around our neck, begging for forgiveness and exit which boldly declares” “Excuse me, please, while I repeat myself again.”

IF for any reason, it appears as if we really don’t; then, we need to get out more. Involve ourselves in other areas of erotic escapades. Anything that would get our juices pumping: from sailing the South Seas to bungee jumping in the Colorado Mountains. A little fire walking might just fit the unenlist bill. Just think for one moment how dull and boring sex can be IF we had to engage in the traditional missionary position every single time! If our minds can be elaborately inventive in the bedroom, why not in the living room, kitchen, car, restaurant, yard, and ping pong table? Give the other fellow a much needed break. Bring something other than the same old ingrained words to the conversation. Add some zest, vitality and spontaneity. It gets rather tiring being able to fill in the other person’s sentences, complete their thoughts and predict their movements. That’s not love: its unjustifiable, intolerable, despicable bereavement.

Dazzling Attired entertaining Joker Steps Out of a Deck of Cards: How to Remove Self-Doubt, Lack of Confidence and Insecurity

2012-04-27T16:51:30Z

4-19-12 Kin 221 13 Imix Moon in Aries

What does it mean to take a raw leap of faith? Does it mean to do something we’ve never done before? Experience a way of living which we never thought possible? Does it include implementing a strategy of working to remove our mind’s ingrained habitual routine of resistance, in order to embrace, accept and apply ideas which at one time may have felt repulsive? Could it possibly mean, to able to see through the cloudy, obscured issue of uncertainty into a more comprehensive view of appreciation and value? Can we stride boldly into the gulf of uncertainty and not hesitate in indecision, but jump over and into the menacing water, should the situation call for such a courageous action?

Why is it that when we venture into the land of unfamiliarity, we immediately do a dance of counting, tabulating, and ascribing all of the vexing reasons why we should not continue with our journey? Why do we set up unnecessary barriers and complicated restrictions to prevent us from commencing with our duty to proceed as a ruthless warrior? We need not be so double-minded and unsure. Determined endurance floods our being but we shift our feet in perplexing vacillation, asking for some sort of guarantee prior to taking the next step. Precarious scenarios and distressing episodes are weaved into the soul’s journey of earth experience, but we are equipped with the strength, fortitude and vision to see it through.

“Those who endure to the end shall be saved.” (Paraphrased) Saved from what? No one else, but our self-flagellating ‘selves’. We create the fiery hell we burn in every moment we breathe. We are our own worst enemy. We have no need, reason or season, to combat demons of “principalities and powers”. Why? Because we have little time left over once having created, summoned, empowered and dressed in full battled armor, the dreaded beasts delivered which confront and defeat us, derived from the depths of our viciously poisoned and vexed minds. We, ignorantly, cater and cajole, our ingeniously crafted self-created monsters who do nothing but seek to devour and destroy! Why are they so enormously powerful and influential? Because they know us better than we know ourselves. They use every weakness and human flaw we possess to disrobe and dismantle. Our confidence shatters in the face of their condescending voices of accusation and ridicule.

The great master Jesus referred to them as legion for they are without number. We are possessed and corrupted by and through their expanding deviously crippling impact. We know not how to combat their willful, guileful ways, since we feed them the fattening feast of ravenous plenty. These demons grow more richly powerful and deceitfully luxuriant off of the gluttony, greed and self-grandeur we provide. Their first name be self-intoxication, their last be self-aggrandizement. They allow us the beguiling self-deprecating luxury of believing we deserve a special entitlement and when not offered to us, in the exact and precise manner we expect, we react in dismay and disgust.

“How dare the other take us for granted?” We cry out in threated offense. We KNOW how very important we are; while we falsely assume others should take notice. Days are spent in exasperated vanity soothing our wounded egos. “Why have we been treated so badly?” We ask ourselves silently as we bathe in self-pity responding in vehement hurt and paralyzing anger. Self-created demons mock and taunt us as we slowly, demonstrably decompose mentally. WE exaggerate slights and innocent remarks; we perceive others have level against us. We shut down all lines of effective communication, avenues of artistic expression, paralyzing our sexual attractiveness, as we drone endless repetitive mantras of highly embellished inflicted abuse.

Our minds are filled with pages of, what we believe to be, unjustifiable betrayal and inexcusable deception perpetrated against us. We seek vengeance, but don’t want anyone to suspect our willfully destructive intent. More important, we won’t admit to ourselves that our motivations to ‘get even’ are real and viable parts of our deflowered personality. We tell ourselves, we are not doing anything wrong. Our convincing self-chatter does nothing but reinstate the perplexing difficulty we possess in communicating and expressing our genuine lack of trust. In effect, we want to believe the other has really hurt us and should be punished for doing so.

We simply don’t know how to get rid of the bad feelings we cling so tenaciously to. We proudly ‘strut our stuff’ pretending to be unaffected; capable of delivering a productive day’s work; yet, all the while, falsifying our deliveries to care and be interested, we supervise, monitor and calculate the tallied ‘checklist of wrongs ’ we perceive has once more been wrought undeservingly. Our self-absorbed obsessed thoughts, actions and gestures are a little less than ridiculous. We are saturated with an inflated sense of goodness, to a point of nausea. How can we honestly convince ourselves we are that ‘pure’?

Because we Know, instinctively, our souls are NOT determinedly evil but that prevailing ‘circumstances beyond our control’ have caused us to perform in ‘unnatural and inconvenient’ ways. Unconsciously, we don’t want to continue such an uncreative and fruitless existence, but seem to be powerless to invoke change. WE sincerely seek self-liberation from the incapacitating effect of our negative, apprehensive, suspicious nature. But, we also inherently recognize and realize that it will not take place instantaneously and spontaneously. We must become more aware, most observant, more ‘in tune’ with the inner stirrings of our “ready to pounce upon” personality.

In other words, we need pay attention to ourselves in action; not the other, or the seemingly provoking circumstances. Too many layers obscure our ability to recognize the unfettered truth; that we are the source of our own discontent and misery. The unfolding self-generated, releasing liberty, which truly does ‘set us free’, occurs in so many disguised stages that appear to be imperceptibly barren. But, that IS the deceptively clever impact of the self-created demon’s ability to control and dictate unwanted, unsatisfactory behavior. We are PURE BEINGS at our base; incapable of being ingested with filth, offensiveness and deceit. But, because we are denied access to this sacredly pure primal state of manifested energy until we possess ‘no lust of result’, our human motivations are doused in hopeless desperation of defense and preservation.

In the end, nothing but ultimate truth of pure raw unadulterated essence exists. But, until we’re able to recognize, embrace, register, accept the fact that all is but a self-generated illusion presented as the stage for us to see through it, we will continue to believe in ‘getting the short end of the stick’. Could it possibly be that we can’t process the undisturbed, unalterable reality; nothing is nothing? Whatever contrived effort, design, deliberated elaboration or fanciful detail we add to the matter is simply: regurgitated excess. Hard to swallow, I know.

Penguin Knocks on the Front Door; Delivers a Bouquet of Yellow Tulips: How Difficult the Process to Remove Brassiness From Bleached Blonde Hair

2012-04-27T02:06:58Z

4-18-12 Kin 220 12 Ahau Moon in Aries

Have you ever tried to force a donkey, which, in effect, is a stubborn mule, to go when he doesn’t want to move? Not an easy task, to say the least. A house cat, by its incumbent regal nature, is impossible to domesticate. Its very nature is so imperial in character, to imply he/she could act any differently other than the disinterested manner demonstrated would show an ignorance of the ingrained facts attached to ‘laws of inherent being’. We are what we are by sheer design. It is impossible to alter our personality in any way, shape, form or fashion; most especially, in order to please another.

We are configuratively imbued in much the same way a computer is built; to form certain functions in highly specific way. Dependent upon the speed and capacity of the mother board’s particular utility, we, like the computer will deliver a specified output. No matter how fancy the box is wrapped, the verifiable working mechanism revealed in the contents of the designated computer will be exposed. WE possess brain pathways much like the circuit panel in a computer. Our pathways are uniquely inlaid to provide a program which necessitates the bill of our particular earth fare.

We will not produce the outlay of information that someone else will any more than we will experience the events, relationships, emotions and or episodes of parallel synthesis imagined. We are distinctly ourselves in more ways than can be summarized by theologians, doctors, lawyers and Indian Chiefs. Like the tablature of music, what is written inside us will ultimately be played as musical notation. Then, why do we try so hard to be something we are not? It’s so much more ‘natural and convenient’ to play our own melodic verse without deflection, addition or interruption.

It is impossible to hide what we are for very long, whatever aspect, we deny, avoid or dismiss will eventually trap us and suffocate the falsity we are displaying as genuine. In the same manner, as sun rises and sets, so too, by the inexorable course of the natural universal law, we will do and say things that no one else would ever say or do in the exact same manner we do. Our minds are geared and based upon a long line of ancestral descendants whose particular DNA structure has formulated the basic part of our inimitable development and exposition. We can desire to be nice and compliant but IF the molecules of nicety and compliancy are not configured, we will come across as phony and deceptive.

What happens, most of the time, we gauge our character by the misinterpreted actions of another. We are incapable of knowing how to properly access another’s actions, much less interpret and imitate them, since we do not live inside their heads. We inappropriately impose our particular feelings, sensations, experiences and innate reactions onto to the other unsuitably and crudely to arrive at a ‘completely out of context summation’ of delineated character. IF we would first assess, our impudent manner, in which we are making the uncomely comparison, we would quickly surmise: we don’t give a damn about the other or his/her cunning way of presenting charismatic personality traits! We simply don’t care, not in the least and with tongue in cheek not in the best of situations. We want to do what we want to do in the way we want to do it. When we look around, and falsely assume, the other has the bait for the best fish, we are fooling ourselves.

We have drummed up a hollow song of ill repute, sung completely off key. Face it! The other person will have to when we are shown up for the fraudulent, bitterly resentful, miser of spirit, we’ve let our undervalued selves become. For some odd and mysterious reason, we’ve allowed ourselves to wander off course in search of something more dazzling and appealing. We think that IF we copy another’s actions, dress, mannerisms or desire for wealth and status we, will get a bigger piece of the (success/relationship) pie. In short terms: we honestly believe the other person has something, we don’t possess, and he/she is happier with his/her life. False assumptions!

We are filled with self- aggrandizement, whether it shows itself in victimhood, sainthood, or accomplished-hood. We are adept in fooling ourselves, before we open our mouths to fool another. Our egos are so saturatedly convincing that obtaining the supposed freedom another, so easily and confidently exhibits and exalts, drives us to do and say some pretty stupid things. We inadvertently believe that the others, who we assume, have more going on than we do, can do whatever they want, whenever they want with whoever they want. Not so. We are so deluded with embellished ideas of the other person’s magnitude of desire and attraction ability, we end up resenting them bitterly and despising the universe for depriving us of our well-deserved and exclusively expected freedom of sublime, sacred, sensual sexual artistic expression. In other words: we want to get in on the orgasmic pleasure train too. Not only do we want to get on it, we want to drive the sucker!

Never do we suspect that what we have in our corral is the only source of utter orgasmic delight we could ever possibly encounter. We cannot have what the other has. It’s not meant for us to experience, anymore, than he/she could take out our eyeballs from our face and place them in their sockets. We simply don’t crave the same thing, person, place or emotion. Our lust barometer is geared and calibrated for our specific destiny. We tend to enormously inflate life on so many different levels. We act as if we cannot be satisfied with the layout of our challenging situations. We casually cast our lot among thieves, as it would be, and expect them not to steal the joy. WE must cease looking at another, for another, to another, to fulfill, sustain and/or gratify.

We are more than enough IF we would introduce ourselves to us. We simply have to stop hiding. If we are a cat, be the best damned regal disinterested cat we can be. If we are a dog, play the loyal, adoring barking thing to the hilt. And, IF we are a bitch, make no mistake about it; be a wretched, intolerable, impatient, nagging, loud-mouth demanding wench. Never ever succumb to the luring appeal of another’s turgid call. We must learn to trust the unfolding process of our perfected nature in the present circumstances we find ourselves. Stop trying to get something or someone else to make our lives better. Lies. All lies artificially produced by our impatient character to deceive, discredit, disavow and employ us on a road which leads nowhere but to a pit of unending incalculable despair.

Bag of Unopened Marshmallows; Jar of Red Jalapeno Jelly: Who is Felix Mendelssohn? What did he do?

2012-04-27T00:15:40Z

4-17-12 Kin 219 11 Cauac Moon in Pisces

Stability is a false state of mind, rarely experienced. What we perceive as stability removes the possibility of it occurring. The human species is certainly anything, but stable; yet, we moan, groan and complain about having enough of stability in our lives. We think of it as being something fixed a secure place of reference, a commanding, recognizable presence of permanence, whereby we can return again and again for validated assurance. We want and try to measure our progress by its solidifying parameters. Not so. Stability is not stable or permanent. Spiraling, as inflammable gaseous nuclear combinations, combusting and retracting, vigorously burning oxygen in order to disappear and reappear in another form, incapable of holding its ‘stable’ position except by and through throwing itself out of molecular order, we, like the stars, of which we are comprised, move through the galaxy forever furled and unfurled.

We exist because we resist. We resist so that we may evolve. We evolve in spite of our manufactured efforts to do so. We spiral and bur and twist and turn in a celestial helix formation of unstable gases. We are not fixed. We are not stayed. We’re decomposing and regenerating fuel from the decomposition of various explosions and compressions. We feed and eliminate. Some of our cells are continually eliminated immediately some it takes more time but eventually all cells, except for those in the brain, are expelled. It has been stated that all of our cells are replaced every 7 to 10 years and to a certain degree, that statement is fairly accurate. In any measure, the body is in a perpetual state of processing life by and through endless instability.

We are not like furniture which can be placed in a spot not to be moved until physical exertion alters the positions. Neither are our lives to be thought of in terms of being able to place in secure and comfortable positions without continually being subjected to unexpected change. Our bodily systems work non-stop around the clock, without any verifiable help, or conscious input from us. We could have no bearing on the instinctional function even if we wanted to. So why do we place such importance on stability? As if it was a summoned prize from the king of advantage. We are slothful and careless by nature; so IF the operations of our bodily functions were left up to us to tend to, we’d all be in an awful mess. It’s like trying to stop being addicted to drugs, alcohol, sex or food simply because we desire to do so. So much more is involved than the mere speaking of the words.

We could begin today, and for the next 15 years concentrate, hum mantras, focus with the will of an adept magician, and wish for the addiction to be removed, but IF the ‘time and season’ of change has not yet, arrived, little will be done in the order of stabilizing one’s life from a current appearance of chaos and confusion (instability) to one of seemingly productive order. Concentration and focus are certainly beneficial mechanisms for bringing awareness but to erect an effective alteration in behavior, so many (too many to demand instantaneous viable results from/with ‘program after program’ of intervention) other unconscious factors are weaved into the pattern of establishing a more satisfying, justifiable stable existence.

IF our immediate concentration is on the forced fact of impending willful, determined effort, (with guaranteed fast results of lasting impression) in trying to change our lack of inconsistency or unpredictable addictive behavior, we are really wasting our time, effort (possibly money) and energy. Whenever we initiate an action to secure a certain result, an exaggeration on the other end occurs. In other words, it’s like stretching a rubber band, the strength, of the apparent stability, lies in the balancing vibration attached to the extending of the band, almost to the breaking point, in order to secure the necessary motion to enact a different compositional experience (change).

The balancing point may be established, in the middle of the band, and ONLY after the band has been protracted to the maximum ability to withstand without snapping, altogether. In some instances, the snapping is the vital part of the process, too; unfortunately. After an undeterminable duration of time, applied pressure and an injected reminder of proper understanding, in and to the mechanistic rote of acceptance, of people, places and circumstances, as they currently are, do things really, honestly and irretrievably change. To believe otherwise is to court disaster, disappointment and depression; in addition to continuing to believe in Santa Claus.

The unsettling unrest experienced, ONCE having had to assure the mind, all is in perfect order, is a key indicator events are transpiring from the unconscious level which will ultimately bring about the needed productive change so often avoided and in some cases, sought. “Things are exactly as they are supposed to be for reasons we can’t see”. (MODE of Cosmic Therapy© 1987) We must constantly remind ourselves, in no uncertain terms, nothing can alter the events which transpire any more than we can stop or forestall death. In more succinct terms; we can work like hell to do all we can do and then allow for the results to emerge as they will. WE have no control or influence over the outcome.

Am I saying that all of our efforts to bring about change are no more than entertainment? Yes. That’s exactly what I am saying! We live for entertainment purposes, only! The way we choose to entertain ourselves falls under the guidelines of personal preferences. Some of us will play the victim role, others, the martyr, the hero, the saint, the tramp, the wounded, the lost, dismayed, oppressed, energetic enthusiastic, rich, poor, famous, beautiful, sexy, ugly, derelict, addict, alcoholic, prisoner, lover, liar, cheat, murderer, clergy, educator, politician, and so on and so on into infinity.

Our concentrated and committed effort to reform, out of season, will produce no fruit. In the exact same way that Jesus cursed the barren fig tree which bore no figs. We cannot make something happen before it is time; neither can we prevent the landslide of events once the cosmic degree has been set in motion. Reform is impossible until the lessons of human experience have served out their elected sentence of divine unstated purpose. Learning to adjust to unstable conditions which swirl unceasingly, whatever they are, is the magical key that opens the vault of relentless misunderstanding.

Never expect the fear of flight, and disconcerting trepidation of spirit, in the midst of impending doom, (due to the exaggerated events of momentous change) to be lessoned, governed and/or subdued. The impetus to explore the depths of unerring, undisclosed possibility cannot be interpreted or commented upon, prematurely. Following our heart, (which is always found in the pit of the gut), in all situations, includes and demands the raising of our present level of perception, as it becomes the sole salvation, to incorporate the entire cosmically induced unstable episodes. Remember: it’s NEVER the single incident which tries to steal private billing on the marquee that we are dealing with.