A Full Moon Reading for the Lunar Aquarius:
23 Feb 2021 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: 11 4 8, A Full Moon Reading for the Lunar Aquarius, all the wisdom has to be released, Curious, delierateness, energey, enhanced creativity, faith, healing, intuition, mind buzzing with questions, right way forward, safety, sensitive, sensitive full moonFeb 27, shine, spiritual and physical identity, spread your wings, spurred growth, transformation, use the spiritual vibrations imprinted in number 7, wholeness
Lunar Aquarius
jeanne, this critical message is brought to you by The Number Seven!
The power of love over the love of power…
21 Feb 2021 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: Carolyn Myss, reflections, the power of love over the love of power
I introduced the Phoenix series in 2020, presenting each class around the cosmic, archetypal and personal significance of this era of transformation that is truly governing our lives. In this Reflections series, I am continuing that rich Phoenix theme of transformation, shifting our attention in this series from the world around us to the intimate details of our personal lives. Now we will explore the transformational power of love from the personal expression of love to the mystical.
Love, as we will discuss, is a power – perhaps the greatest power that we have to give to one another. Love is capable of restoring a person to the threads of life, to inspiring a person to want to live, and to giving someone (including ourselves) the capacity to endure the unendurable. Love is no ordinary force. Indeed, love is more than love; it is an expression of the life force itself. We have named the life force “love” because love is the most blissful, joyful emotion in the spectrum of human sensations.
Perhaps that is why we have a mysterious relationship to the power of love. Love is a force that transforms us – and others. Love can lift us out of despair and depression or, conversely, when love is removed from our lives, we are plunged into the depths of darkness. In the sharing of even the smallest amount of love with another person – friend, family or even stranger – we immediately witness a transformation take place. Perhaps that love opens a channel for hope to flow into someone’s life or joy. It doesn’t take a great amount of love to make a difference but withholding even the slightest amount can be devastating.
And therein is hidden the mystery of love’s great power. We know how powerful love is – and we fear this awesome force as much as we need it in our lives to thrive, to humanize us, to feel alive. We fear being loved and loving “too much” for fear that we will be broken in two should love evaporate from our lives. Love is no ordinary power – it is a force of life itself.
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Love is a power – the greatest power we have. It is a power we fear because love can, and will, transform the world around us if enough people are willing to embrace the transforming and healing power of love over the love of power.
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wild geese alighting…
20 Feb 2021 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: and glided downward, as though it were a nest, by Anne Porter, pure abandonment, settled on the rippling water, they put their wings to sleep, they wheeled in a wide arc, Wild Geese Alighting on a Lake, wild geese alighting..., with beating wings
Wild Geese Alighting on a Lake
by Anne Porter
I watched them
As they neared the lake
They wheeled
In a wide arc
With beating wings
And then
They put their wings to sleep
And glided downward in a drift
Of pure abandonment
Until they touched
The surface of the lake
Composed their wings
And settled
On the rippling water
As though it were a nest.
Anne Porter, “Wild Geese Alighting on a Lake” from Living Things, Zoland Books. Used by permission of Steerforth Press.
Archangels who protect…
19 Feb 2021 Leave a comment
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“Protective Angel who watches over me, I thank Thee for Thy kindliness, Thy help and Thy light. Receive my thanks for having purified the air around me, that I might attract good energies and finally achieve the destiny that is mine.”
To be able to read or print the complete unfolding of this secret ceremony and what remains to be done on your side, I have transcribed my recording in its exact terms here below:
“As I had told you, last night, when the Night of Angels was barely starting, at exactly midnight, the Angelus sounded and the boreal ways of the Upper World and the Lower World opened up in perfect harmony. Thus, all was set for the powerful Divine Impulses to come to me; I then began this first, powerful Ceremony of a divine nature especially for you.
Alone in my prayer room, I lit the great celestial candelabra, that the room might be placed under the high and solemn sign of the Divine.
I next wrote down your name on a consecrated parchment, to welcome your spirit to this location.
I then knelt. I joined my hands in prayer. I then concentrated on you and began to recite a very old mystical incantation on your behalf, to call your Protective Guardian Angel.
Very soon thereafter, the spirit of your Protective Guardian Angel merged with mine. Thus, shortly after midnight, we entered into spiritual communion and multiplied the power of our divine impulses, so that we two spiritually became one. Materialized in a veritable pillar of light, we then produced a fantastic current of energy that rose straight to Heaven.
I then continued to meditate most firmly by focusing all my thoughts exclusively on you. Then, taking my sacred incense burner, solely by the light of the candelabra, I recited a secret divine prayer on your behalf, in order to purify the air element.
That was when, through a magical process known only to me, I entered into a Spiritual-Angelical Contact with you and remotely transmitted to you this extremely powerful positive Divine Energy you need.
This purifying energy flow immediately acted in your favour. It purified the air that surrounds you to begin to free you from the nefarious energies that infected your spiritual potential.
Afterwards, I remained silent for quite a while. Incredible images paraded through my mind. I saw you surrounded by Angels who repeated your first name and encircled you in a bright halo of bluish light, the symbol of the divine light of pure protection.
One thing is certain: your spirit has now been placed under the caring, protective hand of the Divine World. Let me tell you I feel reassured.
Finally, in conclusion, I greeted Heaven and thanked it, so perfectly well did this first great Ceremony go.
My part is over for now, but you have one all small thing to do to conclude this angelical ceremony of purification by air.
Stretch out on your bed, arms along your body. Make sure you are comfortable: this is very important. Next, close your eyes and take seven deep breaths, breathing in through the nose and out through the mouth. Every time you inhale, visualize your Guardian Angel Protector’s energy flow entering you and spreading throughout your body. Every time you exhale, imagine that all your cares and woes are leaving you through your breath.
Once you have completed the seven-breath cycle, keep your closed eyes and recite, aloud and clearly, the following incantation:
“Protective Angel who watches over me, I thank Thee for Thy kindliness, Thy help and Thy light. Receive my thanks for having purified the air around me, that I might attract good energies and finally achieve the destiny that is mine.”
Conclude by blinking your eyes 3 times before opening them completely.
Within the next few hours, you should start feeling an immense difference, akin to a sense of liberation, the ability to breathe more easily.
You will note a very strong increase in your vital and psychic forces. Your mind will be more optimistic, more positive. You will have more dynamism with which to set off to conquer happiness.
tasty sandwiches …and a greedy mouth lead to a Nobel prize
17 Feb 2021 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: a greedy mouth leads to a Nobel prize, Brad Rica, Don't speak, MoYan, tasty sandwiches
Mayan head-dress- Mo Yan (don’t speak)
The Beautiful Sandwich
by Brad Ricca
She could always make
the most beautiful sandwich.
Laced swiss cheese: sliced
crossways, folded once.
Ham in rolls like sleeping bags.
Turkey piled like shirts.
Tarragon. Oregano. Pepper.
Herb dill mayonnaise the color of
skin. On top: the thin, wandering line of
mustard
like a contour on a map
in a thin, flat drawer.
Or a single, lost vein.
The poppyseeds hold on,
for now.
Placed on a plate like isolated
driftwood
or a large, solemn head.
The spilled chips in yellow piles
are like the strange coins
of tall, awkward islanders.
The thin dill pickle: their boat
slides into
the green-sour sea.
Brad Ricca, “The Beautiful Sandwich” from American Mastodon, © Black Lawrence Press.
It’s the birthday of novelist Mo Yan , born in Gaomi, China (1955). He is the first Chinese citizen to win the Nobel Prize in literature (2012). Yan was born Guan Moye, but his parents were always warning him not to speak his mind outside the home, which he ignored. He says, “I was lazy. I had a greedy mouth, and I could not stop talking. There really wasn’t much about me worth loving, and that often drew a sigh from my mother.”
Yan is best known for his novel Red Sorghum: A Novel of China (1986), which spans more than 50 years of the Shandong family, who own a sorghum distillery and join the resistance during the Second Sino-Japanese War. “Mo Yan” means “don’t speak” in Chinese.
Mo Yan was born into a peasant family. They were the largest clan in the village and even had two trees, an apricot and a pear. He was eleven when the Cultural Revolution began and left school to work on a farm as a cattle herder. Later, he worked in a cotton factory before enlisting in the People’s Liberation Army (1976). He began writing as a soldier, completing his first novel, titled A Transparent Radish, in 1984. He followed that with The Garlic Ballads (1988).
When he was awarded the Nobel Prize, Mo Yan said: “For a writer, the best way to speak is by writing. You will find everything I need to say in my works. Speech is carried off by the wind; the written word can never be obliterated.”
from the Poetry Almanac; February 17, 2021
sneezes…
16 Feb 2021 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: a good omen, careful, God bless you, good luck chants, monkey off his back, Pope Gregory, pray for the strength, quick prayer, sneezes, the die was cast, the road not taken
On this day in the year 600, Pope Gregory the Great declared “God bless you” to be the correct response to a sneeze. It was once thought that sneezing was an omen of death, since many dying people fell into sneezing fits. People responded to sneezing with good luck chants. Later, the Hebrew Talmud called sneezing “pleasure sent from God”; and the Greeks and Romans believed that sneezing was a good omen. They responded to sneezes with “Long may you live!” or “May you enjoy good health.” Pope Gregory introduced the response of “God bless you” when the plague was at its height in Europe, hoping that the quick prayer would protect the sneezer from sickness and death. As the plague spread across Europe, the new response spread with it and has survived to this day.
Post Hoc
by Jennifer Maier
It happened because he looked a gift horse in the mouth.
It happened because he couldn’t get that monkey off his back.
It happened because she didn’t chew 22 times before swallowing.
What was she thinking, letting him walk home alone from the bus stop?
What was he thinking, standing up in the boat like that?
Once she signed those papers the die was cast.
She should have waited an hour before going in; everyone knows
salami and seawater don’t mix.
He should have checked his parachute a seventh time;
you can never be too careful.
Why didn’t she declare her true feelings?
Why didn’t she play hard to get? She could be out at some
nice restaurant right now instead of in church, praying
for the strength to let him go.
It all started with that tattoo.
It all started with her decision to order the chicken salad.
Why was he so picky?
Why wasn’t she more discriminating?
He should have read the writing on the wall; listened
to the still small voice, had a lick of sense. But how could he when he
was blinded by passion? Deaf to warnings? Really dumb?
Why, why, in God’s name, did he run with scissors?
If only they’d asked Jesus for help.
If only they’d asked their friends for help.
If only they’d ignored the advice of others and held fast
to their own convictions, they might all be here, now,
with us, instead of six feet under; instead of trying to adopt
that foreign baby, instead of warming that barstool
at the Road Not Taken Eatery and Lounge, wondering how it might all
have been different, if only they had done
the right thing.
Jennifer Maier, “Post Hoc” from Dark Alphabet. © Jennifer Maier. Used with permission of Southern Illinois University Press,
relationships…
15 Feb 2021 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: Calolyn Myss, consciousness, control chakra, courage, emotional power chakra, healthy relationships, hidden parts of yourself, honoring the relationships that teach you, patterns of energy, relationships, self esteem, spiritual messengers, TEACH, who we are
Every relationship you forge has the potential to teach you about yourself and your deeply held views. In fact, there’s no better laboratory for self-study than through relationships. Relationships are such a large part of who we are that their dynamics manifest themselves throughout our being. The three major energy centers in the body are the second chakra (control), third chakra (self-esteem) and fourth chakra (emotional power).
Relationships can introduce you to the parts of yourself that might otherwise remain hidden. As a result, relationships can be quite painful; learning about ourselves and facing our own limitations are not things we tend to do with enthusiasm.
We do not meet and become involved with people as the result of some random process. Each of us generates patterns of energy that attract particular people into our lives. Try to view your relationships as “spiritual messengers” bringing to you revelations about your strengths and weaknesses, and providing valuable lessons on your path to consciousness.
Your challenge is to form and maintain relationships that support your development, to rescript unhealthy relationships, and to release those that limit growth. This is not about judging others; it’s about honoring the lessons that relationships can teach you–having the courage to respond clearly to their lessons.
from Caroline Myss : the challenge of relationships
poetry that punches…
14 Feb 2021 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: adventure, all the love in your life, Bill Hillenbrand, compassion, excitement, Fortune said it should be you, Gammer Gurton, honey's sweet, I am yours, love of life, my Valentine, poetry that punches, self love
I’m talking about love of life and adventure. Love and compassion for others. Love for the planet and the beauty of nature. Love for yourself. We could all do with a little more of that, right?
So, maybe today is the day that you celebrate all the love in your life right now – your family and friends, your spiritual connection, your animals, your neighbors, the great job you have or the excitement you feel about the house you’re planning to buy
One of the most famous Valentine’s Day poems appeared in Gammer Gurton’s Garland (1784), a collection of verse and nursery rhyme:
The rose is red, the violet’s blue,
The honey’s sweet, and so are you.
Thou art my love and I am thine;
I drew thee to my Valentine:
The lot was cast and then I drew,
And Fortune said it shou’d be you
Love in 3D…
13 Feb 2021 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: for golden best, fortune's rest, golden text, Love in 3D, lover's guest, thinking of you
golden text
for golden best
fortune’s rest
lover’s guest
Prophet of the Latter Day Saints…
11 Feb 2021 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: 1846, 1848, a martyr, Brigham Young, buried cache, Joseph Smith, Missouri, Nauvoo, Ohio, Prophet of the Latter Day Saints, Rocky mountains, Salt Lake Valley, seer stones, shot to death, temple, the American Moses, The Great Basin, Utah, visited by an angel
early calling and latter days of
Joseph Smith
On this date in 1846, members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints — also known as the Mormons — left Illinois for the West. Their journey had begun in New York, where Joseph Smith reported that he had been visited by an angel named Moroni in 1823. Moroni had directed him to a buried cache of gold plates, on which were written the history of the Israelites. He retrieved these, and translated them with the help of two seer stones that were with them, and so wrote the Book of Mormon, on which he based a new sect of Christianity.
Smith and his followers moved to Kirtland, Ohio, in 1831, and later to Jackson County, Missouri. They were expelled from Missouri by the settlers there, and moved on again, this time to Commerce, Illinois. There they had founded their “New Zion,” a town they named Nauvoo. Smith and the Mormons presented themselves to the locals as refugees and oppressed minorities, but it wasn’t long before they ran into trouble with those that distrusted their views on polygamy and other matters. Smith petitioned Congress to make Nauvoo an independent territory. Then he declared martial law and named himself king of a theocracy. The governor ordered his arrest, but before he could go to trial, a mob broke into the jail and shot him to death in June 1844.
The Church’s new leader, Brigham Young, believed that the saints would never be accepted in the United States, and he set his sights on the Southwest, which was at that time still part of Mexico. He had originally planned to leave Nauvoo later in the spring, but the continued strife with the surrounding communities, coupled with the rumor that federal troops were headed their way, motivated him to leave earlier. Twenty-five men were appointed to lead about a hundred families each on the journey westward from Illinois, across Iowa, to Winter Quarters, Nebraska. From there, they would cross the Rocky Mountains. Young had no fixed destination in mind; he believed that God would tell him when he had arrived. Young intended the migration to occur in several stages, with “camps” throughout Iowa, and he sent scouts ahead to dig wells and plant some crops to sustain the travelers on their journey. Conditions were rough: bad roads, harsh winter weather, and diseases like tuberculosis, typhoid, cholera, and “black scurvy” discouraged many families, most of which returned to Nauvoo. But by the autumn of 1846, some 12,000 Mormons were making their temporary home in Winter Quarters.
While in Nebraska, Young did his research. He talked to any trappers or traders passing through Winter Quarters and found out all he could about the West. Mountain man Jim Bridger was particularly enthusiastic about the Great Basin area in what is now Utah. Young organized a vanguard to break the trail through the Rockies and report back on the conditions they found. As before, they would plant crops and build basic infrastructure along their way for the benefit of the pioneers that would follow. The first wagon train left Winter Quarters in April 1847, and the first vanguard reached the Salt Lake Valley that July. One of the scouts wrote, “We could not refrain from a shout of joy, which almost involuntarily escaped from our lips the moment this grand and lovely scenery was within our view.” Young himself first glimpsed the valley three days later, and said, “This is the right place.” Within a week, he had preliminary plans for the layout of a city, and had chosen a location on which to build a new temple. But the goal of escaping to Mexico to get away from American interference was only briefly met; Utah became a U.S. territory in February 1848. For his role in the exodus of the Latter-day Saints, Brigham Young is sometimes called “the American Moses.”
sometimes, God’s plans for a prophet are bigger even than death
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 