Hey there. I’m the Moon here Full and bright in Taurus. Remember me? The one who helps you find and harness your Inner LUNAtic!
My Fullness is in Taurus conjunct Uranus On Halloween! Yes, yes, they squabbled at the onset, though Taurus then gave structure to Uranus’ Shaker-Upper Qualities. In return Uranus remodeled a Greek courtyard, oculus, and cloister for her to breathe and AI and flow out from her Crown Chakra. Let the golden glow flow. Taurus is Taurus, I like my home. Why shake it up?” Uranus smiles a seismic smile. “Taurus Babe, we at least need to get you a big ole skylight in here. Let that golden Crown Chakra glow FLOW!” “Ohhh, alllll right. I’ll take the Cloister addition option.”
Happy Halloween Peach Leaf Portal
victory, glory, overcoming obstacles so new energies cascade in
Walk through the Peach Tree Portal as they veils are thin. Or, for those who lift their own veils, there’s an Express Lane for Brooms. No brakes, no wait. Fly right through. We only give tickets if you drive too slow. We support Vroom on the Broom.
Load up your cart at the Shop with inexpensive eProduct Stocking Stuffers, complete your order, and then have fun shopping for Just the right color thumb drive. Drag and drop the eAstro Art Chart(s) and other eProducts onto it, and smile as you slip it into Holiday stockings. Your thumb drive is the wrapping, and then color and life in the Art Chart And other cool PDF gifts opens right up on your/their device of choice.
Or, Try this! You as Santa set up draft emails with your eGifts attached. Sit around the tree or ZOOM eTree Screens eTogether and point and shoot to each person. Ok, who’s next? Click Send on their eStocking by email and they receive it right on the spot from the same room or around the ZOOM eTree. How cool is it when all can share in the joy of each person’s eyes light up with the colorful feast of music for the eyes begins to play into their world. Astro Art. Tarot Readings. Artwork Monograph. Tarot Reading Methods. Poetry.
Ichthusa is Brahmana, our Priestess, his love… “I will find you...”Prescient Remembrance Cover
The Prescient Remembrance poetry collection was free through the weekend from Halloween Eve through Dio de Los Muertos in Honor of Lifting Veils and the Thinned Veils on the epic Uranian Full Moon in Taurus..
Hey, it’s back to full price… which is… OH, only the price of a coffee. $3.33 USD
It Begins…
If you would like to experience the 28 poems in the Prescient Remembrance ~ Dialogue of a Vampire poetry collection, click here to purchase and download your copy For the price of a coffee. $3.33 USD. The link will take you directly to Prescient Remembrance in my Shop. You can either purchase yours in the Shop or tip me coffee below. If you tip coffee, tip what you like. 1? 3? More? It’s your call. Pay what you’d like to donate in coffee to receive your copy. I’ll send your copy to your billing email. Let me know if different. The Shop link just makes it $3.33, and you can download 3 copies, so two 2 share with friends on Zoom. If you tip, I’ll will forward you a copy to the email with which you pay. You can share that as well. Your call. Enjoy!
You get to download 3 copies when you purchase. 1 for yourself, and 2 for eStocking Stuffers or to read together with friends on Zoom. I bet you can get through some rockin’ Holiday shopping in the Shop in no time flat on a budget. Have fun with your gifts!
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lying high up in the mountains,
where is brewed the thunder
and in fair weather
the dragon sleeps.
Ours is not a lot to be feared. The dragon is a necessary beast
immeasurably deep.
juvenilis puerilis vanitas ostentatio jactatio
Feel Your Prescience
Feel your safety on your holy ground.
Suckle on the myth of your goodness
in those cruciform places you hold sacred,
while I suckle
on the rest of humanity.
We do not follow you to those places
as we cannot
do those things which are conquerable,
and simply cannot bear those places where you sing.
Those places do not protect you.
Enslaved gargoyles,
traitors to us lest their unknowing feet
entrained in those stone shoes that you fashioned,
and an occasional bellringer stroking them
as they drone high above your path,
where the wind is stronger than the scent of your life,
keep us circling above,
intent on your storied portals,
those lists of the best tasting among you.
Angels. You misname them.
They are simply prettier to you
than their gargoyle siblings
held down by those enslaving prison-shoes of stone
that you call cathedrals.
You should know,
there have been sly ones among you.
Those tricky Nassenes for instance,
knowing that in our vanity we will not touch our young,
as we, too, find them abominable,
stole away with nine of them,
worshipping them as they grew,
carrot-leading them:
You are perfect as you are . . .
Grow strong not beautiful . . .
Help keep us safe . . .
Up there you can see eternity.
Live up there . . .
Turn to stone, it is strong . . .
Ignorant of their heritage,
of their eventual grace and stealth and eternity,
they were taught to perceive a strength and power
in your piles of stone conveniently shaped.
Behold Us!
We are strong and beautiful.
Can you resist us?
Gaze into our eyes and see inside your universe.
Touch our skin of winter,
and feel the heat of your passion
pulsing in the silence of our bodies.
Peeking through the wonder piquing,
can you resist us,
knowing that all we want
is simply your entire life for just a moment?
Your silent guardians sometimes stir
inside their stoney sleep
still unborn into a life
where they would eventually die into their own eternity.
They lie dormant far above you,
and nightly we circle.
Nightly the bell-ringer.
Nightly they stir far above you.
It is not fire or lightning
that occasionally rips the towers from your cathedrals.
Keep eating your garlic.
We will help you stop sinning more quickly
if you are spiced up a bit.
Constructing the Center Everlasting Day
Clair Amara Foncé
Constructing the Center Everlasting Night
Stop
tempus dies aevum saeculum otium hora in praesentia siquando spaientiae nostrum tempestivus
Who
is to free the prisoners
when sand sleeps
in the eternity of the tilted hourglass?
Acrolid
futilis frivolus vanus futilitas
Memory
fascinates her clock each night
with innocence
and a stake,
while the potent scent of predatorial bliss
that permeates the air each dusk,
sends this lionesse back over the horizon,
sending her away from this sleeping cobra,
never staking
as we are each others’ claim...
Sends this lionesse back over the horizon to sleep
each night just before I wake.
How many centuries will this go on?
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Adversity doesn’t build character. It reveals it. ~ James Lane Allen (most likely ripped from Aristotle, though I haven’t located the conceptual reference. No matter. Nothing new, yet everything must be original. ~ T.S. Eliot)
Suffering isn’t always required for that if you’re allergic to boredom and challenge yourself. Sometimes, what does not kill us, doesn’t kill us because it loves us very much. And, when you powerfully witness to engage in the Empathic Silence of listening, you may forget your thoughts… the gift in hearing and experiencing another full-boat, full-bore straight out of the box of who they are. I feel one of the biggest tragedies in life is not settling in to nestle in the experience to evaporate the mirage of what or who you think someone is. One of the biggest beauties? Having a clear mind and heart so that every word and feeling between them from another ripples on the glass top lake of your infinite, inner well.
And Yes, adversity may be just like weather coming in, that has arrived. On the mountain. Above treeline. In late October of 1999. On a 14er. 14,263 feet above sea level, and Nature’ll kill ya in a single mis-step no matter your experience level. Being aware of experience, though, means we’re still alive, and that we’ve just had an another experience. And, that we can potentially be made stronger if we don’t react, and instead respond wise in time in the moment, and own it with NO mistakes, just OFLs, Opportunities For Learning… own it, and… can the reasons as they are unreasonable there. You. Are. Already. There. DO you live or die? Do you live or die trying. Do you live by dying trying to be reborn the next morning with your back propped up on the back wheel of an ambulance.
Keep it.
In total depth of darkness, first you’ll see a spark, then a crack, and from this crack will flow your unborn soul. ~ Altered States
Death is the mother of memory, nourishes the future in dreams.
looking up and out through the top of the obelisk from the inside, complete cycles, expansive, infinite, fractal-facets of all scales in one and one in all
balance, befitting, honest is-what-it-isness, Justice knows no loyalty
Yes, they water the garden to nourish value, to nurture what’s important. To build value. Though, do you continually Amend Your Inner Soil?
From your experiences, what geode gems of messages have you mined and cracked open by not wasting trouble to keep?
What was/is your takeaway message gift from them?…
That you OWN? That You Keep?
May I suggest that Your Presence Is Architecture, Presence As Architecture. Keep it. Upkeep it. Nourish its powerful limits and boundaries. Fly as high as your roots go deep. Swim as deep And infinitely as your dreams expand within. Can you resonate with…. . “Go YOU!”
Is guilt simply shame you allowed To digest? Cool. So what? That’s what ablution’s for, to get you back to you. And, shame? Can you slip that shit by side-stepping to literally slip it with wit and humor… with such things when you feel uncomfortable with something like, “:), your words not mine.” And, leave it that, not integrating another trauma to be resolved?
I don’t know about you, though that docket’s full already, and there’s no cutting in line.
If you stop to address every barking dog….(Kinda thing) ~ Winston Churchill
What did I Keep That Day?
What I heard as I came to, came back to consciousness at 5:45a after getting myself off Mt Democrat and Leg leg blown Creature From The Black Lagoon dragging it and myself back to camp at the base at just after 3am. … Hearing my name, I collapsed.
What Did I Hear?
His heart rate has been locked at 51 bpm for the last 2 hours since he’s been here. I don’t know how he did that, though I gather it was to evaporate anxiety to get ‘er done. 51 bpm and 120 over 70 under full life-threatening stress. Oh, here he comes. ‘Hey Brown Eyes. Where Ya Been?’
~ Paramedic whose name would never stick. Thank you Paramedic-Person For keeping me alive by just staying there in front of me as I began to try to make my way back. Your presence gave me a beacon.
When There’s Only Darkness
When you think there is only darkness, close your two eyes to open the 3rd. When you think there is only darkness, look again. Maybe it’s you that are the light With no need of a mirror. That’s something you can share. It’s a gift to the world.
I give you a place of your own to clearly float fully supported in your mind activating your crown chakra. Chrysalis, fully afloat in supportive clarity.
Looking up from inside the obelisk, complete cycles, expansive, infinite
Yoniverse, fresh, nurturing, carrying to full term to bring to life, Great Mother
Shadow Mastery (c) 2020 Jordan Hoggard
What Did I Say to the Paramedic?
I heard that. Yes, you are right. I breathed my Heart into Cruise Control. No anxiety or worry. I was sure I was going to die 2,000 vertical feet down the scree field. So, what did I do?I turned around, looked up that infinite sand hill… ‘Yup. I’m going to die. But, (pointing up the incline) I’m going to die going THAT way.‘ Will you epi-pen me or Shake me or something? Now, I can’t get it out of that gear. I love her response. No, I won’t. I’ll give you this cold burger they got for you just in case, and sit here in silence with you as you keep making your way back as slowly as you need. You already shocked your system. Eat. No need to stir the water. You did that up there. It’ll clear. Your heart will thaw into reg. Why do you keep throwing off the blankets? You did that in your sleep, too. I don’t understand. It’s 19 degrees, and you’re in shorts and a T-shirt. I think I cracked a smile which cracked open my lips again to warmly drip blood down my chin On the burger. Yum. My Own Life Sauce. Cold? I don’t feel cold right now. The blankets are too hot. As she blotted my bleeding, she smiled. That tells me again you’re not back yet. Well, YOU are back, just that YOU yourself are not here yet. We sat for an hour. The Silence may have been the best conversation I’ve ever had, right along with the best burger ever.
What Beauties of Golden Experiences Have You Discovered During Your Darkest Hours That Flowed Up From Within To Fill The Cracks, and rather than motion-limiting scars, to Kintsukuroi Your Self in Celebration of Your Experiences?
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