Today’s Oracle takes us to the Gemini weekly for Jan. 15, 1999
For all my GEMINI and Gemini rising cousins, the question is: How much can change how fast on how little notice with what huge results? The second question is, is this all real, or what? And who is it that’s showing up all of a sudden? Events of the coming weeks are likely to bring your first glimpse above the canyon walls that have somehow engulfed you emotionally and spiritually for so long, seeming to isolate you from the people around you. But wasn’t it necessary, so you could get that much closer to yourself? And isn’t enough finally enough? Pay attention. This will be interesting.
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home is the place where i live in my nakedness
it is a place where my vulnerabilities are protected
from the ravages of a weeping world
home is the salty lavender soaking of a deep bath
that washes away
the detritus of another day
home is the pigment i smooth with my fingertips into a blank page
that i keep lest i forget the the joy and peace
and rhythmical pace and expansive space, of home
where anything can be made real.
home is where i have no need of understanding.
home is the place where my mind
has respite on seeing sunshine reflected
on a drop of water on a window pane
home is the chord change
that sends vibrations down my spine
the tang on my tongue, the heat in my throat, of a vintage wine
home is the smell of cut grass
a bird moving fast above my head,
the fragrance of a pink rose visiting me
the oily softness of a moonlit sea
home is the dream i carry that carries me
home is a small candle lit in the dark night
home is knowing what is right
for me
home is this moment shared with eternity
and you.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=afZq_Y7A9kA
I need my integrity because that is what enables me to love…and it is that love I have found within me that enables me to remain steady, to find my courage, it is that love that I return to to know I am safe and that fear has no place in my life, despite the seeming chaos and uncertainties…despite so much…I know love…
Initiative is one of the keys that unlocks success, and progress, and for most people, happiness. Often it is the single most vital factor. You could say that this concept is the opposite of passivity, the game of ‘see what happens’. Both Mars and Aries contain the potential for a mind to break out of passive mode. Once we succeed at that, we get the experience of, well, of experience itself: which can include success, failure, resistance, pleasure, fear and many forms of encountering The Other. There are times lately when The Other feels like The Many, like you are somehow up against the collective mind, no matter how private of a person you may be. These encounters will go on for many months, and are designed to bring your inner being out of the alcove in which it sometimes hides.
Quiesence – the oily softness on the darkish waters… look at this image…reflecting the light of the reflected…the light of the sun reflected on the moon, reflected on water… and… everything is connected…
The secret of change
is to focus all of your energy,
not on fighting the old,
but on building the new.
Socrates, 469-399 B.C.
What shall I water with my precious tears?
I am the dreamer and the dreamed
I dream bright shadow and dim light
sure-footed, deep rooted
I work my mysteries in the night.
A dream of dreaming and awakening
and resting in clear sight.
Who has eyes to see well, will see
that tears are but dew.
And soon enough the smiles return
to face their destiny,
joyful as new.
For dreams are but dreams
’til there their reality and fealty be.
And so to make more sentience known
in its magnificence
I water me.
To manifest my dream of you
I water me.
Off to reflect on jealousy as the edge of desire – a too muchness of something and a not enoughness of something else – where to look for balance? I’ll leave that one hanging for now.
Through the eclipse cycle you have learned much about your own destiny…..remember this…remember this…remember this…
It’s so often about the one you don’t touch…or feel you can’t/shouldn’t touch, as if a little heat in the environment might make everyone else self-combust. It’s time ‘everyone else’ was ‘everyone else’s’ problem…
if i could close my eyes and open them into my perfect life, i would be living in a cottage near the sea, somewhere warm and vibrant, writing poetry and short stories and songs for voices and guitar, and i would dance tango with my lover in the evenings, and eat and drink and be happy…’todo tiene su momento’. i too have looked at life…what is there to do but eat and drink, love life… live with love… and be happy?
…
you already know this; what’s stopping you?
….
that is a very good question
……
hold the vision, build the bridges ‘de puente a puente tiro porque me lleva la corriente’, one day soon…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6p6PcFFUm5I
zero gravity in the deep
though i often wondered
what it could be
to drown in the depth
behind some other’s
eyes
i never thought through
going to that place
i would need
to feel
so much
of me.
and in that window
i dropped into deepness
and underground hollows
so often
they began
to feel like the home
of a prodigal’s return.
in the depth,
erotic fevers and
the vulnerability
at the core
of being
alive.
the price exacted for entry
to this wondrous fall of freedom –
simple clarity.
in this profoundly
dark and disturbing
place of quite
sublime desire,
all expectation
is fallen
upon that same
death that befalls
all who care
to know
that that which forced
us to understanding
is the same that, having
plunged and pulled us
to the lowest point,
will force us up to breathe
again
with new
appreciation.
Yes, salt is necessary. For if there is no salt with what shall we season salad?
oh….
without the profane the sacred is not…
without the bitter the sweet is not…
without the is-not the is, is not,
and is surely is, is,
until it, is not is,
but all.
DivaCarla: This sounds quite plausible to me; that way everyone gets the chance to remember the great mother; but maybe not… who knows? Lots of love, nilou.
one has to choose…
the direction of one’s passions
and change and adjust
focus and relax
if off course
of course
one could make up
the route
on the way
risky?
dangerous?
fun?
creativity or boredom?
one has to choose…
the direction of one’s passions
and change
and adjust focus
and relax if off course
of course
one could
make up the route
on the way
risky?
dangerous?
fun?
creativity?
or boredom?
one has to choose the direction of one’s passions
Because god has nipples?
Thank you for all your poetry!
And the words keep falling…
after each night of dreaming
the me you see is not the same
will you with the sunrise love me again?
after my moments of dreaming
of longing
of letting go
of planting flowers
and colouring hours,
after every song i sing
the steps i have taken
to unforeseen destinations –
the me you see is not the same.
each time i hold memories of you
i grow a little;
each time your world touches mine
like blossom falling on my cheek
i know a little more of me;
each word, each silent word,
and i am more changed.
would you each morning
ask me my name again
if i was there with you?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tnFfKbxIHD0
How?
With love.
Today’s mystery is tomorrow’s science, I reckon…
“It is easy for science to deny the reality of love and discount its effects, but can a stone be weighed with a ruler?”
If people, individual people, do not hold the vision of other possibilities of being and doing in the world, of other ways of relating in the world and to the world, ways other than those we have inherited, then those possibilities cannot have any existence…. the possibilities of change cannot exist anywhere other than in each of us…whoever we may be.
However much we change, however much we must change to live, as all that lives changes, a part of us is always the same.
Re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem. — Walt Whitman
Wake up and live
Life is one big road with lots of signs,
So when you riding through the ruts,
don’t you complicate
your mind:
Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy!
Don’t bury your thoughts;
put your vision to reality, yeah!
Rise ye mighty people, ye-ah!
There’s work to be done,
So let’s do it-a little by little.
Rise from your sleepless slumber!
We’re more than sand on the seashore,
We’re more than numbers.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sz3OHE4fQgU
awordedgewise: Thank you for sharing this news.
La valentía nace de lo más profundo de la experiencia.
Aprendemos a confiar
cuando nos atrevemos a caminar.
Cálidos y tiernos abrazos
te esperan cuando llegues a casa.
Para acogerte,
para arroparte.
No necesitas perdón,
tampoco un gesto o una palabra.
Abre tus ojos.
Abre tu corazón.
¿Por qué buscas lo que ya tienes?
Perfect news for this oracle:
“Transgender Student In Huntington Beach Named Homecoming Queen”
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You may believe that what you want is far away in space or in time. I would say it’s closer than you think, and if you can tune your feelings to reflect that, you will get some confirmation. By tune your feelings, I mean feeling a sense of faithful anticipation, pleasure or attractiveness. Allow yourself into the possibility that the circumstances of your life are working together to help you manifest your desire. You can feel your desire to accelerate that, and I suggest you feel the pleasure of contact a little in advance. Visualize in all your senses, and in detail — you certainly have the imaginative power at the moment, only it’s about a lot more than ‘mere’ imagination: what you are experimenting with is the process of conscious manifestation, which always begins with a vision of some kind. Once you have the vision, you’re close to the reality.
Take care of your community. Step up to the challenge; act on what you say you believe, on behalf of those you say you love. Your intuition is impeccable right now, so you will know what to do. Just remember it’s always easier, safer and more sensible to work on behalf of those who work for themselves. Those who do not have another problem.
when acts of resistance become acts of love, what then
my heart burns with anger and passion and the desire for atonement
and i would dare to enter this ambiguous dialogism
the long conversation with my self
for i know no other way to cherish life and live with devotion
to the real I cannot see
though I know it rises within me
until in meeting old friends
i am renewed to lend my care
My body is no longer what it once was.
Its lines and curves, spots and scars,
valleys, peaks, and indentations,
a landscape of living and loving
toilings and restings
givings and yearnings.
It has birthed and suckled
babies and sorrows
wishes
and desires for tomorrows
that can never be.
It bears in its sinews ancestral hopes
and is a joyous vessel for the honour.
While my mind rests from ideas of action
and effectiveness in a world gone dry,
my body holds the rhythm of a heart
that carries the weight
of all that i truly am.
At the Centre.
what does INEVITABLE mean?
“Home could be anywhere, on any side of the ocean, on any side of town, and you know that. Home is where other people can’t control you, and, for good measure, where you don’t need to control them. But once you’re there — well, that’s another story. All kinds of ideas and possibilities await you, ones that will help you explore some fine new dimensions of who you are from a place you really know you’re safe and secure. And what an innovation.”
Planet Waves Oracle
Chaos at the Heart of Orion
http://www.nasa.gov/multimedia/imagegallery/image_feature_693.html
This movement brings up, churns up and clears out everything from the first two movements for me, it’s relentless, thorough, turns every underwater stone and shines a light underneath – very saturnine, very venusian – but at the end, a sense of relief that it’s over: a clear space, a new start, a new beginning, a deep breath…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YJeD8ckihN8
Con cada palabra tengo más miedo de lo que podría sentir.
Con cada frase y línea tu voz resuena.
Pretendo tener recuerdos de tus ojos
a fin de comprender mas claramente
lo que has escrito.
Me pregunto quizás si mi corazón lleno de sentimiento
se desbordará antes de llegar al fin.
Me quedo frente a la gran miseria del mundo
donde tanto dolor me reduce a lo insignificante,
a una personalidad inválida.
Sin embargo, continuo leyendo porque sé que es esta inmersión
que me llenaría de alegría,
sin la esperanza
sino con la fe y la confianza.
¿Se dice que el amor se construye milagros?
what is it you think you need to forget?
Subject: RE: Dreams
Date: Mon, 14 Dec 2009 09:57:28 -0500
that is what i need to find……… peace.
much love and hugs. seems i need to forget some things. after all that’s in the past. chow
Subject: RE: Dreams
Date: Sat, 12 Dec 2009 11:43:53 -0500
dream isn’t ‘wrong’ – interpretation may need a little work….
olive is a symbol of peace, so i’ll hold that thought
peace and young life… i’ve let the other stuff go….
hugs for you
keep the faith – especially in yourself
xxx
i did not know you wanted me just for that moment
when you were feeling low
i did not know that you would turn your back and go
but i would have done the same
perhaps i’d do the same again
i’d be a shooting star for you
because we all need reminding
i did not know the friends you had could not reach you
and did not know you only wanted your head turned up
high, to the sky
i did not know that you were the centre of so many
worlds
for had i known, i would have known you would not
leave them
but i would do the same again
i’d be a shooting star for you
because we all need reminding
that whether days are full of dark skies
and our hearts are heavy
or we are full from the sounds of the singing and laughter
of our children
we all understand
a shooting star is what it is
just as we are what we are.
eyes thred upon one double string,
the 4/4 of a tango motion,
a guitar’s bright harmonic rings,
voices joined in service of devotion,
fire-flies playing in candle-light shadows;
feet caressed in the shallow tides of oceans
that walk and march, a rhythm beat by palms
into the future, and your hand in my hand
in your hand strengthened,
one inch, by one inch, and another, and another:
connection.
When in the creating did the all-knowing-God create loneliness?
And if Adam was so lonely how come the compassionate God didn’t have a chat with him, y’know, invite Godself into paradise for tea and biscuits? “Hi, I’m God, I made you, you’re not on your own, shall we have cake? And I can remind you that Lilith is wandering around somewhere really pissed off – maybe you could go look for her. That particular difficulty is your stuff, not mine….”
No, that story is not credible. Not even as myth or fairy-tale or collective amnesia.
While I’m here does anyone know why men have nipples?