Wednesday, September 27, 2023

What If the I Ching Was the First Widely Published Book

 Henry quietly polished the letter Z.  The alphabet was complete and he and Juno were ready to to try the invention. He looked across at his beloved young wife whom he loved with his entire soul. Together they inserted the last letter into the machine. Juno nodded at him, saying, "Now the true work begins."

Henery's family in the south of France were a long line of traders with specialities from the Far East. He had grown up with an old sacred Chinese text brought by his caretakers, an old Chinese couple who had lived with his family since before he was born. They had taught him to read it and also showed him the ancient woodblocks which gave him the idea for his letter press.

Now he and Juno, his second wife, had invented the world's first modern printing press. With the completion of the carving of the letters, they were commintting a translation of this text into various European languages. This book was entitled the Book of Changes and described a journey one could make throughout their life to be the best person the could be. It described how nature informs one how to behave in a set of sixty four images which combined the elements of earth, wind, fire and water.  The series of natural images taught how to make correct decisions which benefited the individual, family, community and state. It began with the Creative Dragon, followed by the Tesponsive earth - the elements combined in magical ways to help each person live a better life.


Years past as Henery and Juno completed sixty four co[ies of this new book. Then togehter they traveled North, South, East and West dispensing this Book of Changes far and wide. Henry's adult children, Anna and Richard continued producing new copies. his nieces and nephews helped create more letter dies and also woked tirelessly to continue printing this sacred script. More and more the wisdom contained in the Book of Changes went out into the Western world. People began reading this text, using coins with it to divine correct action, to course correct in community disputes  and essentially learned vital lessons for harmonious and balanced lifes. They learned to behave as water does when obsturcted, stilling and waiting as new thoughts and resources pooled around them, and like water, when enough wisdom accumulated, they would flow around and over their obsturctions.  They understood to travel was be like fire on a mountain, illuminating and dependent on others to survive - just as fire mush have fuel to burn and must travel along a mountain burning wood, they too were dependent on those who hosted them. They knew it was would be best to move on before all the wood burned, welcomes outworn and illumination dimmed.

These ancient texts restored to the people their sense of connection to the natural world. Their eyes began observing on their own the relationships in nature reflected their relationships with each other. The idea of a dog eat dog world began fading as bepeople began to understand when to cross the big waters to take on new endeavors or whether to stay put and look inward for sustenence. The proliferation of the Book of Changes altered society's progression into opportunism into the wisdom they were all part of the same creation. People began to understand having right relations with people, animals, nature and the world all around.

Meanwhile Henry and Juno traveled to the coast and set sail back to Juno's lands in the Far East. She could not wait to introduce Henry to the Goddess Quan Yin. She wanted their daughters to grow up in Quan Yin's compassionate gaze. She wanted Henry's last years to be in the temples from where the Book of Changes had orginated, the words they had spread the world over - just in time for the New World to be discovered. 

This New World held its own mysteries and cosmologies, so similar to the Book of Changes. They too used nature as a model to walk in right relationship with all of their relations. While the tragedy of diseases came about as Europeans mingled with First Nations, because neither population did not share similar immunities, there was a sincere ddesire to not spread these diseases. They found wasys to care for communities on both sides of the sea whose immune systems failed during these times.

There came an understanding that new stories could emerge. Old times before the mingling of East and West and Turtle Islands was passing forever. The collapses of ways things had once been was very hard, but the wisdom of the peoples of the earth flowed together. Quan Yin and Quatzacoatal became lovers. Vocamos blew. The earth shook. Pele cried. There was much collapsing around them. Yet because they all drank from the deep well of right relationship, the people put together a system to govern themselves where everyone was represented - along with rivers, trees, animals, birds and insects. They remade the world in love.  

Monday, September 25, 2023

Preparation for the Underworld



While plugging in her various electronics,
El hit her forehead, and crown 
On the large wooden beam 
supporting her her wall and roof
In the steep A Frame of home.
She slipped into a trance as she collapsed on the nearby futon

And trusted as she placed her hands on pain 

That Universal Life Force Energy 

Would flow through the crack.


She has been gnawing a bone,

Imagining a story she would rather not be true.

There are so many stories
as capitalism and patriarchy collapse into chaos

And the normal order of things fell away.


There are so many stories that are not ideal,

So much El can not control or change.

Nobody is asking her too.


The world wheels out of  her control.


She explores her mind, reluctantly.

The messages arrow into her solar plexus.

Yet she stays aware.


Witnessing the enormity of fast moving change

In a society already exploding at breakneck speed,

Her job as a witness

Is a bitter tonic

Which she must move into right relationship with.


There are stories she doesn’t want, 

And she is moved to understand

The threads  of reality weave a fluid cloth.


The Blades of Truth

Whir as fast as jet engines can blow them.


Owl hoots. “This is a large collapsing system.

This is the season to go into the Underworld.”


“How will you take your winter hibernation”

Kicking and screaming,

Unconscious dreaming?

Or will you cross over with me, 

flying through these interconnected roots 

And networks to the deep lacunas 

Of an Underworld so vast and beautiful

Living in a dimension humans rarely view.

Oh El, there are so many dimensions to witness.”


El was gathering herself.

She was not ready.

She can never be ready

To visit the king of Air in the night world.

She was not sure she would ever be ready 

to follow Owl following Venus into the vast chambers 

In the living Underworld.


Would she make it back?

Last year’s journey almost killed her. 

How can she be ready to again face these forces?


She knew this place meant her no harm,

Neither was it benign.

She has no choice.

She must go.


Owl whispers,

“The season changes,

Whether you wish it or not.

The nights are coming.

She brings her messages.”


“You are more prepared than you were last year.

Last year had to happen.

You had to come into speaking alliance with Grandmother Moon.

You had to shift and with us or die.

You are here, the choice made.

Now we do the work.

You have tomorrow to prepare

And then it is time.”

Whoo, hoo, hooooo, Owl hooted as she lifted into the air.

She trilled as she disappeared.


“Prepare the best you can,” Els mind began.

Then she stirred, felt her tender head.

No lump. She looked in the mirror, checking her pupils.

As she sat reflecting on the work to be done in this coming season.

An equinox, another beginning 

with the sun waning into deep darkness for  the next three months.

The stories were dark too,

Yet she knew this work with the soul of the dark earth would be supported.

There was a council of grandmothers on the other side, she suddenly sensed.

She did not have to journey through this darkness alone.

“Blessed bee,” she whispered.




Monday, September 11, 2023

Space Ship Earth and New Dimensions

Killdare and Junco met in the long shadows of afternoon, the last vestiges of the day's sunshine slanting in the field. The woman, El, interrupted their conversation as she circled the garden, eying them and keeping her distance so she might hear them. She was curious to know what they spoke about.

Her presence broke up the party. Killdare scooped up Walt and flew him the distance to Motu's alter and dropped him just as Albert told Motu, "El is in the field, she is not focused on moving you today, Motu." 

Motu's powerlessness rose as anxiety. She hated that her current embodiment did not include any self mobility. Once she had flown through the multi-verses and somehow for now for her essence was embodied in this split nail, skinny goddess traveling incessantly around the directions on an alter. 

Her power was dependent on an undependable white lady to move her every thirteen days to align with the Mayan calendar. El actually had only missed moving her on the first day of a trecena only once in seven years Motu had been navigating Space Ship Earth with her friends, Albert, the snail, and Walt ,the lizard, from this unassuming little cockpit. This entire scenario was carried forth through a small imaginative act done by a hermit-Tess on a small cannabis farm on the edge of the wild in southern Oregon. Yet if El forgot to move Motu...

Motu's inability to control this aspect of her life sometimes made Motu, the Mother of the Universe, forget her greatness and it reduces her to only this small copper sculpture on the grave of a dog named Pearl. Motu moves around the center of El's alter of Broken Things. Motu is grateful for this small rock pile circle for it sits in a vortex, and this is the center of a portal allowing Motu, Walt and Albert to navigate Space Ship Earth through this multi demisional, challenging and changing universe.

Walt, seeing Motu's discomfort, rushes to tell her of what he discussed withJunco and Killdare. First though, he addressed her evident anxiety, "El remembers it is the first day of the Oc trecena. She fully intends to move you south. She is happy for the week of Oc and she plans to ask her guardians to be with her and communicate with her. She is in a hurry for manmade laws to catch up with the corrupt and dangerous politicans in her realm. And she knows we are in a critical place in space with many unusual and intense of the planet and stars. She will not forget you. El is feeling the opening in herself, the ability to perceive more, such as bird languages. She is opening to this, leaning into it and she has friends feeling it, leaning in and amplifying it as well.

Albert's tentacles waved. "you don't say? Perceptions are changing? Oh, this is good, this is very good. Don't ya'll see?" He tentacles waved with vigor.  "It shows the vibrational frequencies are changing. That people are feeling them and being altered." 

"You are absolutely right! I am glad they haven't melted into globs of goo, myself."  Walt exclaimed.

Motu was steaming light as she took in the new information. "This is important. While we don't know where we are going, we do know the planet has to change some of its realities. If the people's senses are opening, if they are showing new abilities - just maybe we can hold form without shattering!"

"It's going to work, "Walt said with confidence.

Albert said excitedly, "I can see it, I can see a resonance beginning and the crystals reforming. I can see how they organize themselves with these resonances. As the eruptions and disruptions come, one after another, they will find their ability to ride the waves and become the waves."

"Let us hope so," Motu added.

"It is so," Albert intoned.

"You are becoming quite the priest," Walt commented.

"Tis true," Albert acknowledged.

Right then, El showed up. She moved the old faded flower blooms dried to seed to the outside of the circle and cleared other fallen debris off the alter. She moved Motu to the south, turning the bowl and Motu's plaster fruit cornucopia crown so it framed her from behind, nodded and left.

Motu practically purred.