When I was quite young, I think seven or so, we visited my grand parents in Mexico over Christmas. While there, we saw worry dolls for the first time. This was Northern Mexico, Guaymas, in Sonora, far from Guatemala* where everywhere online now locates them. They were used there, not sure if they migrated there or not.
They are essentially little dolls made of sticks (or similar) with string or twine or thread wrapped around them to make them into tiny figures, maybe an inch tall. Faces were draw on them, and each doll was different from the rest. Typically, a child will have a small box with multiple worry dolls in it, sitting by their bed.
The tradition is, the child who can't sleep because of worrying whispers the worry to a doll. If they have multiple worries, they whisper one to each doll. The dolls are placed under their pillow, worrying for the child so the child can sleep.
These fascinated us, and we made our own, bigger, about two inches tall. We used tooth picks and embroidery thread, gluing them with white glue, one toothpick as the spine, one cut in half then shortened for the arms, one cut in half for the legs. Unlike the worry dolls, ours had no facial features drawn on, just plain thread. They had hair and clothes. The arms and legs, we left wood where there was no clothing, instead of all the wood concealed on the worry dolls.
We didn't use them like the traditional ones, just made them for fun, but they held the imagination, each with its own personality, each known. A few of mine moved a bit past that into the realm of representing something I wanted, just short of a poppet or wish doll, but close.
In many ways, worry dolls are miniature and specific purpose poppets. The application is temporary, the worry tied to it banished in the night, returned to the box no longer distinct from its fellows. The act of whispering the worry to the doll transfers the worry from the child to the doll, allowing the child to sleep.
It is an interesting custom, one that would likely help with many child related issues if it was common place in the United States, as a way to set aside worries would likely improve both behavior that comes from anxiety and worry, and help with health issues that grow out of the same.
These dolls could also be used on place of traditional poppets. They are small, easily made, and versatile. Hair and similar could be woven in or placed inside the wrap. The act of wrapping the doll with thread or string is a binding, tying the doll to that it represents.
Once the doll is created, there are many options that it could be used for just as with a traditional poppet. It addition, because of the size, it can be placed in a pouch or bottle for purposes not typically possible with a poppet.
One idea would be making two dolls representing two people and tying them together in something like a mojo bag with things typically used for love workings. Another would be a curse by placing a doll in a bag with pepper flakes or in a bottle with hot sauce. The limit is only your ability to think.
FFF,
~Muninn's Kiss
*Here is one version of the legend of how worry dolls got started in Guatamala: http://www.sciencejoywagon.com/kwirt/mayan/
Tuesday, 12 November 2013
Sunday, 3 November 2013
Time of the Lost
We now enter the Time of the Lost, and the Time of the Found. The Keeper of the Lost rises, rises to Regency, as the Keeper of Secrets falls. The Time of the Lost has come. And the Time of the Found.
The Lost aren't those that don't know salvation, or those who don't know their way. For there are those who know the way but are lost, and those that can't see the way who are found. No, the Lost are not these. The Lost are many, who can count? Only their Keeper.
The Lost are those who don't see the way, not because they are blind or unable, but because they don't choose to.
The Lost are those that have forgotten. Forgotten the way, forgotten they know the way, have no vision.
The Lost are those who are forgotten, who no one sees, no one remembers. The dead that are not remembered, the living who are ignored or not seen.
The Lost are those who wander, crossing the worlds while not knowing it, wandering forevermore, unaware.
The Lost are those living on the streets, unnoticed by passersby, or ignored, avoided by them.
The Lost are those spending every night in the bar, drinking to forget.
The Lost are those working three jobs or tons of overtime to pay bills for things they have no time to enjoy, not living, just surviving, though they appear to be successful.
The Lost are those living alone in a house or apartment, afraid to go outside for reasons only they know.
The Lost are those who die alone, no one knowing until the smell draws attention.
The Lost are those living in nursing homes, with no family to visit, or no family that does visit.
The Lost are those who die on the streets, with a body tag saying John or Jane Doe, no one morning, no one claiming the body, no one naming the name.
The Lost are those who are forgotten shortly after their death, their families and friends going about their business, their stories and life ending with their death, never to be recalled again.
The Lost are those searching but not looking, wanting to find a path, but afraid they actually will. Running from their past, afraid of their future, they move aimlessly, lost but not sure they want to be found.
The Lost are those who make the logical choices in life, the ones that will bring what seems like success, stability, security, but ignore the calling they hear, not taking the risk to follow desire, necessity, or destiny.
The Lost are those who think themselves in full control of their destiny, believe they see the path before them clearly, all laid bare, but are really only seeing swirling mists, not even their own feet, inventing pictures in the mist thinking them visions, when all they are are wistful dreams.
The Time of the Lost has come. And the Time of the Found.
The Keeper of the Lost is also the Keeper of the Found. Just as the Builder of Storms is also the Builder of Stillness, and the Bringer of Tears brings both tears of sorrow and joy.
What was Lost shall be found, but what was Found can be lost. Fortunes change, conditions change, there is sudden gain and there is sudden lose. Winter's Mistress is harsh and unforgiving, the Left and the Right Hand of Fate. Nothing is certain, nothing stays the same.
Look.
Listen
Observe.
What do you see? What do you hear? What do you perceive?
The Lost can be Found, the Found can be Lost. We sit in the Abyss, the year has ended, but the new year doesn't begin. Waiting. A time when anything can happen, and likely will.
The Wild Hunt rides.
Can you hear it? Can you feel it?
Do you here winds blowing between worlds?
Listen.
Look.
Observe.
Change. Sudden and unexpected.
What was Lost shall be found, but what was Found can be lost.
We now enter the Time of the Lost, and the Time of the Found. The Keeper of the Lost rises, rises to Regency, as the Keeper of Secrets falls. The Time of the Lost has come. And the Time of the Found.
Can you feel it?
FFF,
~Muninn's Kiss
*For context, the entire verse is "Where there is no vision, the people perish: but he that keepeth the law, happy is he."
The Lost aren't those that don't know salvation, or those who don't know their way. For there are those who know the way but are lost, and those that can't see the way who are found. No, the Lost are not these. The Lost are many, who can count? Only their Keeper.
The Lost are those who don't see the way, not because they are blind or unable, but because they don't choose to.
The Lost are those that have forgotten. Forgotten the way, forgotten they know the way, have no vision.
The Lost are those who are forgotten, who no one sees, no one remembers. The dead that are not remembered, the living who are ignored or not seen.
"Where there is no vision, the people perish..." ~Proverbs 29:18a*
The Lost are those who wander, crossing the worlds while not knowing it, wandering forevermore, unaware.
The Lost are those living on the streets, unnoticed by passersby, or ignored, avoided by them.
The Lost are those spending every night in the bar, drinking to forget.
The Lost are those working three jobs or tons of overtime to pay bills for things they have no time to enjoy, not living, just surviving, though they appear to be successful.
The Lost are those living alone in a house or apartment, afraid to go outside for reasons only they know.
The Lost are those who die alone, no one knowing until the smell draws attention.
The Lost are those living in nursing homes, with no family to visit, or no family that does visit.
The Lost are those who die on the streets, with a body tag saying John or Jane Doe, no one morning, no one claiming the body, no one naming the name.
The Lost are those who are forgotten shortly after their death, their families and friends going about their business, their stories and life ending with their death, never to be recalled again.
The Lost are those searching but not looking, wanting to find a path, but afraid they actually will. Running from their past, afraid of their future, they move aimlessly, lost but not sure they want to be found.
The Lost are those who make the logical choices in life, the ones that will bring what seems like success, stability, security, but ignore the calling they hear, not taking the risk to follow desire, necessity, or destiny.
The Lost are those who think themselves in full control of their destiny, believe they see the path before them clearly, all laid bare, but are really only seeing swirling mists, not even their own feet, inventing pictures in the mist thinking them visions, when all they are are wistful dreams.
The Time of the Lost has come. And the Time of the Found.
The Keeper of the Lost is also the Keeper of the Found. Just as the Builder of Storms is also the Builder of Stillness, and the Bringer of Tears brings both tears of sorrow and joy.
What was Lost shall be found, but what was Found can be lost. Fortunes change, conditions change, there is sudden gain and there is sudden lose. Winter's Mistress is harsh and unforgiving, the Left and the Right Hand of Fate. Nothing is certain, nothing stays the same.
Look.
Listen
Observe.
What do you see? What do you hear? What do you perceive?
The line it is drawn
And the curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin'
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'
~The Times They Are A-Changin' by Bob Dylan
The Lost can be Found, the Found can be Lost. We sit in the Abyss, the year has ended, but the new year doesn't begin. Waiting. A time when anything can happen, and likely will.
The Wild Hunt rides.
Can you hear it? Can you feel it?
Do you here winds blowing between worlds?
Listen.
Look.
Observe.
Change. Sudden and unexpected.
What was Lost shall be found, but what was Found can be lost.
We now enter the Time of the Lost, and the Time of the Found. The Keeper of the Lost rises, rises to Regency, as the Keeper of Secrets falls. The Time of the Lost has come. And the Time of the Found.
Can you feel it?
FFF,
~Muninn's Kiss
*For context, the entire verse is "Where there is no vision, the people perish: but he that keepeth the law, happy is he."
Tuesday, 29 October 2013
The Importance of Horror
This time of year, with Halloween approaching, there are a lot more horror films watched, more horror elements in television shows, and more horror books read than any other part of the year. There is a marked focus in this direction, both in those pursuing watching and reading, and in those speaking against the genre. Many of these elements spill into daily life, in costumes worn to work, parties, bars, and anywhere else people can get away with it by using the season as an excuse.
Supernatural horror the only mainstream place where the elements that are often a part of more occult and esoteric interest appear. The very fact the genre (both in film and in literature, and also in art of many other forms) exists is interesting in itself.
The reason for the absence elsewhere is that people don't want to consider the monstrous and strange, preferring to pretend everything is safe and normal and predictable. So it's pushed to the edges. On the edges, we don't have to look at it. We can pretend it's not there and go about life feeling safe.
But the presence of the supernatural horror genre in all mediums means that while it's pushed the edges, it's not pushed out completely. People don't want to confront it in a "normal" context, but they also can't completely ignore or forget it either. The genre persists because there is always a part of us that knows that the "normal" by itself is not the whole story, that there would be a lacking if the Other is completely gone.
So people seek out the monstrous and strange and dangerous on occasion, as a reminder not to forget, then return to their "normal" world, content that the stuff they push to the edges is still at the edges, so not hidden closer and waiting.
This is the place not just of the genre, but of the edges themselves. Edges and boundaries define what is part and what is not, what is Self and what is Other, what is society and what is savage, what is cultivated and what is Wasteland or Wilderness. By dividing, they define. There is no boundary or edge if there isn't something beyond it. There is no Self without Other. There is no civilized without the Monster. If what we don't like or are afraid of isn't at the edge, or across the boundary, it doesn't mean it doesn't exist, it means it has no place to be but here, where I am. If there is no monster out there, the monster is here, or the monster is me.
The separation of worlds, the Edge and the Veil, is a separation of perception, not a gap or abyss between worlds. Our world, our Dreaming, must be safe to us, so we push what isn't safe to the edge, make it Other, make it the otherworld. And those that live in the otherworld, at the edges by our perception, push what isn't safe to them to the edge, to their Other, making it the otherworld for them, our world. All things not safe for us, or that we don't want, is there. All things not safe for them, or that they don't want, is here. Two worlds mutually populating each other with their monsters, monsters who populate their world with monsters.
But those who walk between are monsters to both worlds, Other to all Selfs. Because they can be either, so are monsters that appear as normal, no matter which world they walk. And appearing normal in both, they also see both as normal, the accept the monstrous and strange as every day, as part of what makes up the whole. They have no edges, no borders, no law, no limits.
Because edges imply two sides, boundaries and borders are between two things. Laws define what can happen and cannot, or, what can happen without being pushed to the edges. Limits define what is possible, but if you approach a limit long enough, you can't perceive where you are from where it is, and in effect reach it. And once you realize the limit, what stops you from passing it?
FFF,
~Muninn's Kiss
Sunday, 27 October 2013
Practical Magic
Philosophy period, whether about magic or any other subject, is essentially useless. It's an entertaining diversion among others that enjoy it. And it is great to confuse the masses if you are trying to create a new political system, or make people think economics is predictable. But it's useless in practice.
When I cook, I cook by instinct and feel, "what will do what I want to do", rather than "what does the recipe say". I understand what each ingredient is used for, and how the proportions interact, which is the theory, but when I have them there, I put what seems right. Egg thickens, yeast rises with enough time and sugar, baking powder rises was the acid and base in it react when being cooked, baking powder rises in reaction to acid in what it's added to while rising. Acid, especially citric acid, brings out flavour. Salt lowers the heat of spicy food. Honey or sugar makes a smoother taste. But the theory isn't what matters, it's the instinct and intuition as you combine the ingredients. Knowing when it is done cooking based on how it looks, smells, feels, rather than a timer. If you bake exactly to a recipe written for sea level, you'll fail a mile higher in Denver, or even higher at 7220 feet above sea level in Laramie, WY.
Magic based on theory is cookie cutter magic and is lifeless and it's luck if it works. Magic based on intuition and instinct is living and changing. The theory helps build instinct, but it's training wheels. Circumstances change things. The same spell or working or charm doesn't work the same way when circumstances change. They must be adapted and changed as the need changes.
And the best way to cook is to use what's on hand, or to buy based on what's available, especially if you can get it locally. Look at a piece of meet, or a vegetable or a type of bean or rice. Ask yourself, what would taste good with this? Add that. What would taste good with both of these? Add that. Build or craft the meal, don't just go by rote.
Likewise with magic. Use what's on hand. You don't have to order something from half way across the world that's rare and expensive and hard to get a hold of just because it's used traditionally for something or you have a description from the 1800s or 1900s describing its use. Local ingredients, tools, and objects tend to work better for where you're working anyway. The theory is in the questions, why does that object work, the application of that theory is to look at what do I have in my house, my yard, the areas around me, local stores, that would do the same? Or what if I changed other things in the method so I don't need that thing? Adapt the working to your needs, your location, what you have on hand, the purpose you are after. If you often need something that's not native and can't find an alternative, see what it would take to grow or raise it yourself. Start a garden for herbs and plants you use often. If you have no place for one, look into renting a plot in a community garden (being aware of what is safe to grow there). Get your hands dirty. Do. Act. Practice.
I enjoy the intellectualism, but if it becomes the point instead of a pass time, the work doesn't get done.
My dad is a geotechical engineer and can design the best bridges, dams, and retaining walls that will do exactly what they need to do and stand up for long time without modifications. Those designs are useless if they are never built, and those building them don't need to know where the weight will be applied and where it is transferred, all they need is, place a beam here, pour concrete here, etc.
My grandpa used to say that if you're going to be a ditch digger, be the best damn ditch digger you can be.
Put action to your words. If you commit to something, don't just think about it, put in the effort, sweat, blood, and tears. Magic no less than anything else.
When I go to do a working, I don't worry about the theory at all, typically I just do it on the fly, with whatever is on hand. Later, I will sometimes say, ok, why did I do what I did, and why did it work that way? As Victor Anderson said, perceive first, understand after.
FFF,
~Muninn's Kiss
When I cook, I cook by instinct and feel, "what will do what I want to do", rather than "what does the recipe say". I understand what each ingredient is used for, and how the proportions interact, which is the theory, but when I have them there, I put what seems right. Egg thickens, yeast rises with enough time and sugar, baking powder rises was the acid and base in it react when being cooked, baking powder rises in reaction to acid in what it's added to while rising. Acid, especially citric acid, brings out flavour. Salt lowers the heat of spicy food. Honey or sugar makes a smoother taste. But the theory isn't what matters, it's the instinct and intuition as you combine the ingredients. Knowing when it is done cooking based on how it looks, smells, feels, rather than a timer. If you bake exactly to a recipe written for sea level, you'll fail a mile higher in Denver, or even higher at 7220 feet above sea level in Laramie, WY.
Magic based on theory is cookie cutter magic and is lifeless and it's luck if it works. Magic based on intuition and instinct is living and changing. The theory helps build instinct, but it's training wheels. Circumstances change things. The same spell or working or charm doesn't work the same way when circumstances change. They must be adapted and changed as the need changes.
And the best way to cook is to use what's on hand, or to buy based on what's available, especially if you can get it locally. Look at a piece of meet, or a vegetable or a type of bean or rice. Ask yourself, what would taste good with this? Add that. What would taste good with both of these? Add that. Build or craft the meal, don't just go by rote.
Likewise with magic. Use what's on hand. You don't have to order something from half way across the world that's rare and expensive and hard to get a hold of just because it's used traditionally for something or you have a description from the 1800s or 1900s describing its use. Local ingredients, tools, and objects tend to work better for where you're working anyway. The theory is in the questions, why does that object work, the application of that theory is to look at what do I have in my house, my yard, the areas around me, local stores, that would do the same? Or what if I changed other things in the method so I don't need that thing? Adapt the working to your needs, your location, what you have on hand, the purpose you are after. If you often need something that's not native and can't find an alternative, see what it would take to grow or raise it yourself. Start a garden for herbs and plants you use often. If you have no place for one, look into renting a plot in a community garden (being aware of what is safe to grow there). Get your hands dirty. Do. Act. Practice.
I enjoy the intellectualism, but if it becomes the point instead of a pass time, the work doesn't get done.
My dad is a geotechical engineer and can design the best bridges, dams, and retaining walls that will do exactly what they need to do and stand up for long time without modifications. Those designs are useless if they are never built, and those building them don't need to know where the weight will be applied and where it is transferred, all they need is, place a beam here, pour concrete here, etc.
My grandpa used to say that if you're going to be a ditch digger, be the best damn ditch digger you can be.
Put action to your words. If you commit to something, don't just think about it, put in the effort, sweat, blood, and tears. Magic no less than anything else.
When I go to do a working, I don't worry about the theory at all, typically I just do it on the fly, with whatever is on hand. Later, I will sometimes say, ok, why did I do what I did, and why did it work that way? As Victor Anderson said, perceive first, understand after.
FFF,
~Muninn's Kiss
Saturday, 26 October 2013
Age of Aquarius
The words of a song echo, a song that came out of the New Age movement, a movement looking to a new age as the answer, as a Utopian time of peace and love. The song is Age of Aquarius but 5th Dimension:
The Age of Aquarius is of course based on the progression of equinoxes, Plato's Great Year, which I've discussed before. Twelve ages of 2200 years, give or take 100 years. And one theory, based on Vedic astronomy subdivides each age into sub ages, about 180 years each, with the first subage being of similar nature to the current age, and last sub age in an age having similar nature to the next Age. This would imply that the last subage in a given age is a taste of what the next will be.
The idea that the Age of Aquarius would be peace and harmony and everyone loving everyone is a misconception, as anyone born in Aquarius, or anyone who has known one can attest. Aquarius likes to the be a peacemaker, but is more a leveler. We're not talking peaceful cooperation and everyone getting along. Aquarius disrupts and brings chaos and complication. It is the destruction of hierarchy and differences, but doesn't present a solution or restructure. If you are looking for that, that is Capricorn, the age after. Aquarius isn't described by the verse "he will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning nor crying nor pain any more, for the former things have passed away." (Revelations 21:4 RSV) It is described by these verses:
It's important to realise that the Age of Pisces isn't just defined by the Fish, but by the Virgin, Virgo, across the sky from Pisces. The Fish is the Son of the Virgin, Pisces is the Son of Virgo. When the sun is in Pisces, at midnight Virgo is at height, Pisces occulted and concealed, Virgo plain to see in the night sky. Pisces has no boundaries, no firm borders, it runs over all it encounters, flowing like a flood over the ground. Pisces is the Conqueror, conquering all. "And I saw, and behold a white horse: and he that sat on him had a bow; and a crown was given unto him: and he went forth conquering, and to conquer." (Revelations 6:2 RSV) And while the age we've seen does reflect this, the building of empires through conquest, there is another aspect, the restriction, the restraint, the control. This comes not from Pisces, who would move on to the next thing. It comes instead from the Mother of Pisces, from Virgo, the Virgin. The Water of Pisces brings change, but when the Flood is past, it is the Earth of Virgo that settles, with teh restraint only she can bring. She marks the midpoint, half way through the Age.
Which brings us to Aquarius. While Aquarius does want peace and harmony, it doesn't know how to bring it. It uproots old orders, like the Fall of the Tower, it brings down the haughty and mighty, the mountains and hills, and raises up the humble and downtrodden, the valleys, but it doesn't know what to do next and looks for the next injustice or inequality to fix, not leaving a structure. The result isn't peace but rebellion and disorder, people turning on each other. "And there went out another horse that was red: and power was given to him that sat thereon to take peace from the earth, and that they should kill one another: and there was given unto him a great sword." (Revelations 6:4 RSV) We are in the subage of Aquarius, and it has had and will have a taste of peace and harmony, this isn't the main trait. Watch how empires and nations have, are, and will crumble, how Super Powers fail, hierarchies fall, economies splinter. This subage has not been one of piece, but of breakdown, breakdown that takes away peace. This is a taste of the Age of Aquarius.
But once again, that isn't the whole story. Look across the wheel. Aquarius is the Son of Leo, the Son of Fire. This is the key to understand the Age of Aquarius.
Let he who has ears to hear hear, let she who has eyes to see see.
FFF,
~Muninn's Kiss
When the moon is in the seventh house
And Jupiter aligns with Mars
Then peace will guide the planets
And love will steer the stars
This is the dawning of the age
Of a Aquarius, the age of Aquarius
Aquarius, Aquarius
Harmony and understanding
Sympathy and trust abounding
No more falsehoods or derisions
Golden living dreams of visions
Mystic crystal revelation
And the minds true liberation
Aquarius, Aquarius
When the moon is in the seventh house
And Jupiter aligns with Mars
Then peace will guide the planets
And love will steer the stars
This is the dawning of the age
Of a Aquarius, the age of Aquarius
Aquarius, Aquarius
The Age of Aquarius is of course based on the progression of equinoxes, Plato's Great Year, which I've discussed before. Twelve ages of 2200 years, give or take 100 years. And one theory, based on Vedic astronomy subdivides each age into sub ages, about 180 years each, with the first subage being of similar nature to the current age, and last sub age in an age having similar nature to the next Age. This would imply that the last subage in a given age is a taste of what the next will be.
The idea that the Age of Aquarius would be peace and harmony and everyone loving everyone is a misconception, as anyone born in Aquarius, or anyone who has known one can attest. Aquarius likes to the be a peacemaker, but is more a leveler. We're not talking peaceful cooperation and everyone getting along. Aquarius disrupts and brings chaos and complication. It is the destruction of hierarchy and differences, but doesn't present a solution or restructure. If you are looking for that, that is Capricorn, the age after. Aquarius isn't described by the verse "he will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning nor crying nor pain any more, for the former things have passed away." (Revelations 21:4 RSV) It is described by these verses:
Every valley shall be lifted up,
and every mountain and hill be made low;
the uneven ground shall become level,
and the rough places a plain.
~Isaiah 40:4 RSV
See, I have set you this day over nations and over kingdoms,
to pluck up and to break down,
to destroy and to overthrow,
to build and to plant.
~Jeremiah 1:10 RSV
It's important to realise that the Age of Pisces isn't just defined by the Fish, but by the Virgin, Virgo, across the sky from Pisces. The Fish is the Son of the Virgin, Pisces is the Son of Virgo. When the sun is in Pisces, at midnight Virgo is at height, Pisces occulted and concealed, Virgo plain to see in the night sky. Pisces has no boundaries, no firm borders, it runs over all it encounters, flowing like a flood over the ground. Pisces is the Conqueror, conquering all. "And I saw, and behold a white horse: and he that sat on him had a bow; and a crown was given unto him: and he went forth conquering, and to conquer." (Revelations 6:2 RSV) And while the age we've seen does reflect this, the building of empires through conquest, there is another aspect, the restriction, the restraint, the control. This comes not from Pisces, who would move on to the next thing. It comes instead from the Mother of Pisces, from Virgo, the Virgin. The Water of Pisces brings change, but when the Flood is past, it is the Earth of Virgo that settles, with teh restraint only she can bring. She marks the midpoint, half way through the Age.
Which brings us to Aquarius. While Aquarius does want peace and harmony, it doesn't know how to bring it. It uproots old orders, like the Fall of the Tower, it brings down the haughty and mighty, the mountains and hills, and raises up the humble and downtrodden, the valleys, but it doesn't know what to do next and looks for the next injustice or inequality to fix, not leaving a structure. The result isn't peace but rebellion and disorder, people turning on each other. "And there went out another horse that was red: and power was given to him that sat thereon to take peace from the earth, and that they should kill one another: and there was given unto him a great sword." (Revelations 6:4 RSV) We are in the subage of Aquarius, and it has had and will have a taste of peace and harmony, this isn't the main trait. Watch how empires and nations have, are, and will crumble, how Super Powers fail, hierarchies fall, economies splinter. This subage has not been one of piece, but of breakdown, breakdown that takes away peace. This is a taste of the Age of Aquarius.
But once again, that isn't the whole story. Look across the wheel. Aquarius is the Son of Leo, the Son of Fire. This is the key to understand the Age of Aquarius.
"Son of Fire"
Let he who has ears to hear hear, let she who has eyes to see see.
FFF,
~Muninn's Kiss
Tuesday, 15 October 2013
Thought on the government shutdown
My thoughts, which I think in this case are touched at least some with the Sight, though I could be looking the wrong direction.
I'm fairly certain a compromise, extension, or some other last minute reprieve will occur, both sides are trying to make a point, but it seems unlikely they will let the US go the way of Greece.
But I think the damage has been done, not in the financial realm or in the ability of the two parties to work together (all the could do on that front is contrast each other anyway, work together for a gridlock that guarantied no successful third party teaching power). The political damage occurred long before I was born.
And on the financial level, we weren't that far off from this brink during the furloughs in the 70s and 80s or the shutdown in the 90s that didn't include furlough. The total debt is higher, but when you can't pay it off, doesn't much matter if you double or triple it. You're already screwed if you default. When you've spent everything, defaulting on a 3 million dollar house or a 30 thousand dollar house isn't much different in the end. You're homeless either way.
The damage they did this time around is more subtle and much deeper and wide reaching. They've washed away the last illusion of the people that the government is worth keeping.
Unless I'm looking the wrong direction with the Sight and misunderstanding what I'm seeing, it has begun, the death pangs of the last super power are in progress.
The people have been sleeping in apathy. Speaking and grumbling, but never waking, never voting or rising up for change, true change, instead of a pendulum between two sides that only exist because the other opposes them.
There are some who take action, who try for change, of course. There always is, and there has to be for those in power to remain. No government can long stand without a healthy opposition.
But those sleeping are stirring, the sleeping giant Washington has succeeded in waking is for greater than the one Japan woke with the attack on Pearl Harbor. This sleeping giant, this sleeping Serpent, is relentless and unpredictable, and is hard to subdue once she awakes.
For this is a Serpent born of rebellion, that will not rest as long as one block remains upon another in Washington. And in some parts of the country, the state and local governments will fair no better, though I suspect the Mountain States will respond with, well we can survive like we always do, and firm the borders and carry on. Other states, the people will tear to shreds.
It's like a blog post I posted not long ago, the foundations are being shaken. We'll see what stands when the quakes and death rattles have ended.
Welcome to the Age of Aquarius, or at least a taste, the fall of hierarchies and structure, and the chaos, uncertainty, and confusion that results. The Son of the Virgin fades, the Son of Lion's time approaches.
Just my bleak and troubled thoughts at the moment, take them or leave them.
FFF,
~Muninn's Kiss
I'm fairly certain a compromise, extension, or some other last minute reprieve will occur, both sides are trying to make a point, but it seems unlikely they will let the US go the way of Greece.
But I think the damage has been done, not in the financial realm or in the ability of the two parties to work together (all the could do on that front is contrast each other anyway, work together for a gridlock that guarantied no successful third party teaching power). The political damage occurred long before I was born.
And on the financial level, we weren't that far off from this brink during the furloughs in the 70s and 80s or the shutdown in the 90s that didn't include furlough. The total debt is higher, but when you can't pay it off, doesn't much matter if you double or triple it. You're already screwed if you default. When you've spent everything, defaulting on a 3 million dollar house or a 30 thousand dollar house isn't much different in the end. You're homeless either way.
The damage they did this time around is more subtle and much deeper and wide reaching. They've washed away the last illusion of the people that the government is worth keeping.
Unless I'm looking the wrong direction with the Sight and misunderstanding what I'm seeing, it has begun, the death pangs of the last super power are in progress.
The people have been sleeping in apathy. Speaking and grumbling, but never waking, never voting or rising up for change, true change, instead of a pendulum between two sides that only exist because the other opposes them.
There are some who take action, who try for change, of course. There always is, and there has to be for those in power to remain. No government can long stand without a healthy opposition.
But those sleeping are stirring, the sleeping giant Washington has succeeded in waking is for greater than the one Japan woke with the attack on Pearl Harbor. This sleeping giant, this sleeping Serpent, is relentless and unpredictable, and is hard to subdue once she awakes.
For this is a Serpent born of rebellion, that will not rest as long as one block remains upon another in Washington. And in some parts of the country, the state and local governments will fair no better, though I suspect the Mountain States will respond with, well we can survive like we always do, and firm the borders and carry on. Other states, the people will tear to shreds.
It's like a blog post I posted not long ago, the foundations are being shaken. We'll see what stands when the quakes and death rattles have ended.
Welcome to the Age of Aquarius, or at least a taste, the fall of hierarchies and structure, and the chaos, uncertainty, and confusion that results. The Son of the Virgin fades, the Son of Lion's time approaches.
Just my bleak and troubled thoughts at the moment, take them or leave them.
FFF,
~Muninn's Kiss
Friday, 11 October 2013
Samhain Dumb Supper or Other Get Together
Anyone interested in a dumb supper or other get together around Samhain, in the Northern Frontrange area?
I.E., Denver, Aurora, Boulder, Broomfield, Golden, Ft.Collins, Loveland, Greeley, Longmont, Castle Rock, and surrounding areas, and those within driving distance that are interested.
Feel free to comment if you're interested, or email me at muninnskiss @ grimr.org.
FFF,
~Muninn's Kiss
I.E., Denver, Aurora, Boulder, Broomfield, Golden, Ft.Collins, Loveland, Greeley, Longmont, Castle Rock, and surrounding areas, and those within driving distance that are interested.
Feel free to comment if you're interested, or email me at muninnskiss @ grimr.org.
FFF,
~Muninn's Kiss
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