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.”
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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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Here’s a suggestion on how to get more in the big picture out of horoscopes from Astrologers you subscribe to. Not the ones from the newspaper. Those often feel like they are written by Clairfraudulents. Do you Wake up tired in the morning. OMG I have this. Write this down! Or, something like: I see pain in your past. All right, wait. Hmmm, let me see… DUH! Please don’t respond to those vague and Angler Fish parlor tricks. Every field has frauds. I just see them as rocks in the river, and flow riggghhhhhtttt around them untouched. Oooooohhhh SHINY. GULP!
The Angler Fish. They are often up to 6’ long? Hmmm… the size of some people I know…looks just like ‘em, too, once you see it. One of those things you can’t unsee. ANd hey, they have their pain most likely causing that as well. Hopefully they’ll dial in to wrest it free. Until then, though, NOPE, not on the list. NEXT.
Or, read the horoscopes in The Onion If you simply need some silly to cut some daily bs that’s gone down. Breathing deeply is certainly not the only way to relieve stress. My fave Horoscope in The Onionwas from back in 2006-2007 for Sag:
Dear Sag, If your are reading this, we really apologize for predicting your untimely death last week. Though, if you are reading this without arms, we have to say we told you so.
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In regards to horoscopes, I read my Sun Sign of course, Sag. And further, I read my Moon’s sign, Cap for my Moon~ASC conjunction per a rockin’ suggestion years back from none other than my Mom. I also then read Virgo for my 8th House Pluto~Pallas~Uranus conjunction there. Then, Libra for my 7th House Jupiter, and Scorpio for my 10th House Mercury~Neptune conjunction. Funny, I don’t read Pisces for my 2nd House Chiron, or Aries for my 2nd House Saturn~Moira conjunction. Further, hmmm, I also don’t read Libra for my 9th House Juno~Venus conjunction in tandem with the 3rd Sacred Sister also in Libra, Ceres, their near neighbor in the 8th House. Hmmm. Hmmmmms… Glad I’m writing this post as I just noticed those GLARING omissions. Bet there’s some of the good stuff there.
And, Cycle Through
Afterwards, which group or groups or groupings resonate with you that day. I feel our magnetism is alive, and we are naturally geared to dial in to different parts of our Natal Chart daily, weekly, monthly, annually, etc. Based on the orbs of influence of the relationships of the orbits of the celestial bodies — planets, asteroids, etc.
I Find
I find this technique gets me out of the Oh, that Sun sign horoscope fell flat. Bet it didn’t. Bet it was asleep or just has delegated by tooting its own horn to start the band, is just listening and groovin’ and kelping to the rhythms of the band as they play their tune from their section of the your Natal Charity stage and strike the chords that resonate with you from your Chart.
Also, Look At
Also, look at your Astro transits, transiting planets and asteroids. They often strike chords around your Chart that resonate. When you know to look for them, maybe They can inform how you dial through your Chart to know in advance the most resonant horoscope to read that day. Or, if one upsets you, by all means dial into that one. Bet there’s a gift waiting to burst out of its seed into your Soul Gardener’s tools.
Asteroid suggestions: Chiron, Moira, Juno, Ceres (with Venus you’ll have 3 Scared Sisters in your court), Pallas-Athena, Lilith, Dark Moon Lilith, Astraea. There are plenty more. Like with cooking. Use the herbs and spices differently for each meal. Cherry-pick which asteroids you’d like to hear from on a given day. I leave them all there, just dial in to focus on the message that most resonates… or, the one that upsets me or makes me uncomfortable. In that case I stop, drop, and roll right up to that one and face in to tack into the wind of its voice. That’s a no-brainer for me. That one’s digging shit out, and once the dirt stops flying my way… Oooooooohhhhh SHINY! Oh, right. Be mindful… and heartful.
Happy
Happy post-Bastille day yesterday. May this horoscope reading suggestion help you tip your cup to spill some beauty and tip your hourglass up to freshen your flow and clean out any places of stagnation for increased Self-awareness.
I The Magician… the Black Crucible upside down cup of the big bowl vessel of the night sky
(c) 2010 Jordan Hoggard
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Our cups are continually being filled with beauty. There’s an art to learning techniques to tip your cup and spill beauty. Beauty, the mess you don’t need to clean up. And, in regards to things that are stuck, what techniques and habits can you develop to tip your hourglass back up? I mean, to get your flow to flow through stagnant places and wash them out. Here’s a poem I wrote in 1993 for Bastille Day that may lend an example to how you can tip the scales of your Natal Chart in your favor To get it flowing more and read the most resonant horoscope each day rather than only your Sun sign. Actually, I always read my Sun sign, and then whichever other group is orbiting closest in resonance with my feel and sense that day.
And remember, your Sun is always shining behind every dark cloud. That may be where those silver linings are coming from.
Stop
Who
is to free the prisoners
when sand sleeps in the eternity of the tilted hourglass?
(C) 1993 Jordan Hoggard
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The Solar System DNA Trail as We Move Through the Milky Way
Searching through Draft files yesterday for projects I have in my queue, I found this wonderful GIF that AT Mann sent me in advance of his appearance as a guest on my and Isaac Bradfield’s Inner State Highways TV show on PEN back in 2013 or so. Such a vibrant and wonderful and robustly creative person and guest! He stands as one of my favorite people on the planet.
Enjoy the wingtip vortices trailers coming from each planet and tail vortice from the Sun as our solar system home moves Around the Sun as all move together along our 230 million year orbit around the Milky Way leaving a trail like giant, multi-helix DNA! Bet I’ve never factored that timing into a Chart in an Astro reading. Long term dreams and goals, anyone?
Such a SaWEET visual ephemeris that says, Time? Nah, don’t care much for it. I’m already there. May mean Moira’s running the show with Saturn (Chronos/Kronos) so Chiron can make his own way in the world on his own time..
Enjoy
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Each Birth
Death is the Mother of memory, till-nurturing the soil of future dreams From the perpetual present.
Always now. Always now. A false sense of urgency is not warranted. A presence to the process of the journey Comfortable in the not-knowing, Where forgetting, is for getting, Makes more room for the good stuff, Is…
May the ground rise up to support your every step. Especially, those steps where there was no ground as you began to step, Your Fool Step stepped into your Inner Solar System As you cascade outwards In your actions,
And orbit into your realm from your actionable orbits More ground to support Your every Leap of faith step.
Memory is dream? Dream is memory? Death is the Mother of memory, till-nurturing the soil of future dreams From the perpetual present.
Both live in the perpetual present, And simply enter from different portals, Though they certainly enter,
Memory fueling the present That nourishes every future dream,
Each birth, Each birth is brilliant in its age.
“Some knowledge and some song and some beauty must be kept for those days before the world again plunges into darkness.“ ~ Marion Zimmer Bradley ~”
Death is the Mother of memory, till-nurturing the soil of future dreams From the perpetual present.
Always now. Always now. A false sense of urgency is not warranted. A presence to the process of the journey Comfortable in the not-knowing, Where forgetting, is for getting, Makes more room for the good stuff, Is…
May the ground rise up to support your every step. Especially, those stepswhere there was no ground as you began to step, Your Fool-Step stepped into your Inner Solar System As you cascade outwards In your actions,
And orbit into your realm from your actionable orbits More ground to support Your every Leap of faith step.
Memory is dream? Dream is memory? Death is the Mother of memory, till-nurturing the soil of future dreams From the perpetual present.
Both live in the perpetual present, And simply enter from different portals, Though they certainly enter,
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