Sunday, July 2, 2023

vacuum or sky gods?




 “Is it time to vacuum?” Asks the Devil.


“Or to write? invites the Ace of Pentacles

How do I decide?

Justice pokes their blade into the room, entering with the Hierophant. 

Hierophant tells me, “you underestimate us. We are not asking you to comply with a standard set of rules, we want you to examine where the rules come from.”

Justice pipes in, “you invited us all in when you asked for help making a decision of whether to write or clean.”

“Oh Justice,” I beg, “cut the tethers to housework! 
My  imagination is on fire! I want to take the invitation to tangibly explore these ideas I am having.”

I ask whether to clean or write and three major Wisdom Keepers show up, Justice, Heirophant and Devil. Devil is calling for me to do chores…

Devil says, “ I want you to keep a better house. Your mess is overrunning you. You really need to devote more time to it.”

The Ace of Pentacles pops up to say, “I know you want to discover how the influx of the sky god’s myths were the beginning of the of this recent seven thousand year fallout of natural cycles of humankind into acrimonious and out of balance way of living. 
During this Time myths began justifying the exploitation of others by codifying oppression and demonization into written law and myths. The original Big Lie. 

When Art went from depicting an ongoing equitable relationship between sky and earth dieties -  a new story began to be told of sky gods demanding work and obedience. The very structure of villages and cities begin changing reflecting a population whose dwellings were no longer all of the same size. We have discovered archeological sites predating the grander cities of the Fertile Crescent showing thousands of years of habitation cultivating grains, animal husbandry with equitable distribution of space and wealth.

Once the Sky Gods stories begin to be told the evidence of ancient villages show an un equal distribution of resources and space.  

A popular story/myth tone, thousands of years later,  fashions a story  of the ancient Sumerians. From Sumerian tablets dating  from about 1000 BC, there are claims that humankind did not evolve naturally, but were genetically engineered into more than mere hominids. These stories tell of sky gods coming to earth, enslaving humans to do their work of mining precious metals. Some humans were elevated to god status and became kings. They were entitled to all the resources. Communities were forced to give over what was collectively theirs, - the crops, the water, their trades -  so the sky gods and their representatives could redistribute resources to themselves, giving themselves and their families more power, wealth, living space and food while exploiting, enslaving and oppressing people, animals and the earth, herself. 

This power over others, a gift from these sky gods, began appearing about 4,000 BC in human records, began poisoning the world views of Sumaria, Akkadia, the Indus Valley and Egypt. This exploitative relationship with the planet and her inhabitants now complete with an all powerful Sky God now dominate most of the world. 
  • These Takeovers came from men riding horses with metal implements, not space men.  Sons and husbands of ancient populations were killed and women were dominated. Entire populations assimilated these war overlords, not by choice, but necessity.  

  • Since these stories began, artifacts of women’s power of creation become diminished in the eyes of civilization, and their power to create was assigned elsewhere. The intruders regulated the goddess to tend what was broken, to bring back to life those traumatized by invasions, wars, exploitation and abuse. This constant revival of broken souls, became the work of women, breaking her relationship to social power. The goddess, subservient to the needs of the damaged could no longer attend the needs of larger society. 
  • In the last seven thousand more years, 100’s of thousands years of Society shifted from sustainable, regenerative relationships with the environment to societies characterized by extraction and exploitation of resources, animals and plant life. Money was introduced, separating people from their own resources, giving strangers power over everyone’s daily lives. 
  • From this time on, we have documentation of a society that became stratified in wealth and resources. We have accelerated ecological ruin with the simple linear world view that the earth is to be dominated. We see cultures learning the lessons of domination and demonization, learning to subjugate others - as was done to them, setting off thousands of generations of trauma in society. 
  • The entire eco-system of the planet now nears cataclysmic change.  Patterns of raping the earth and her inhabitants which began over seven thousand years ago in the cradles of civilization, Sumeria, Mesopotamia and Egypt have traveled. These ecological patterns of non sustainable lifestyles are closely aligned with how all major civilizations live on this planet. The story of the  Sky Gods, their need for metal, and their subjugation of others created a world of riches and an unsustainable  path to collapse .  In a strange twist of meanings, It has become a holy task through the ages to sacrifice oneself to the ideals of the sky gods which thereby fulfills the needs of dangerous, violent men. 

Fuck that shit.

The rain pours from the sky in an uncharacteristic summer storm.
The sky cries from its disassociation from the earth, wishing to console their consort from the continuous raping from the fake sky gods.

Me, Devil, Justice and the Heirophant all stare at the Ace of Pentacles.

Justice says, "the Storm decided you ought to write."

Hierphant adds, “Aren’t you glad I showed up and made you access your beliefs."

The Devil chimed in, "you still need to clean the refrigerator." 


Another archetype strides in the room as we make ready to disperse. It is the High Priestess. She holds a large luminescent egg containing the Void. She walks directly to me and hands me the egg. "I think you should curl up in a ball, shut your eyes and go into dreamland while holding this Egg. It contains the void, where all the dark matter and energy colloborate with all the stories to create what is to come."

"After you do that then you can dance with the devil, do your chores, and catch up to linear time. For now, let your research and your imagination go. Let the Egg have all these thought,  give these ideas have their own sovereignty and stop
trying to bend them to your own means. 

Then i woke up. 

Friday, June 30, 2023

Ode to the Sun


Nearing completion, 

this undeserved holy spot has housed our time together.

The Pacific Ocean looms large.

Holiness hangs in the mists.

Huge trees, not seen, but felt

Hold sacred space




This land is stolen

Goes to the highest bidder.



Native lands are allocated in the east,

close, but no cigar.

The Coastline is for capitalists

  • A retreat to celebrate riches
  • Measure time
  • Quantify happiness 












The Mermaids and octopi watch.

Justice metes out coffee.

Stones are for theft.



The Water waves ceaselessly. Roars.

Birds Dive

Sea Gulls scold.


Knees twist,

minds do too.

What is holy

Can’t be bought or sold.



Excessive meals, 

good to the last bite,

gourmet food never running out.


Wrapping words around the modern experience,

Describing the psychosis of now

is a daunting task,

A sad one and thankless.



Who wants to know what lies beneath the glitter.

A hollow land full of ghosts,

A landscape of broken values.









Beautiful stones glitter in the sand.

They are not ours for the taking.

Will we ever learn?


Friday, June 23, 2023

High Priestess and Justice Meet before the Summer Solstice

 

On the Spring Equinox,

The High Priestess sat on her throne,

wiping away her tears,

Allowing an entire story of pain and isolation wash away

-come to an end.

Thus a new season in their life could begin.

_______


Summer Solstice now approaches,

The High Priestess has slowly transformed

thru the Season of Cardinal Fire, Fixed Earth and Mutable Air.

The Cardinal Water approaches.


Her tears are mostly gone,

A small curiosity has bloomed,

In the well watered soil.

High Priestess is no longer tightly tethered to her Grief.


Bare branches have grown heavy with leaf,

a new growing season in swing,

replacing the baroness from which she has emerged.


The Wheel has turned from her darkest night.

The Sun has returned.

The days are interminably long.

The High Priestess,

has purpose reborn in the soils each spring.

By summer solstice, 

seeds have pushed  way into a green lushness,

awakening their senses,

strawberries tasty in their mouth.


Already, they contemplate the Dark Solstice to follow

when once again the light is hard to find

and Persephone has departed for the underworld.

Will their souls survive the dark soil?

Will the planets keep turning?


Banishing the bleak questions haunting them,

High Priestess turns to their friend, Justice,

who has sat patiently by the creek

for High Priestess to return.


“What now,” asks the Priestess.


“Let’s get high,: Justice says in return. 

“I have some of last year’s medicine, 

rolled and ready.”


They light a joint in the sun dappled forest, still late spring green, 

Near a creek, slowed to a trickle, 

Justice sighed.

“It’s so beautiful right now,

For once, this place isn’t yet dry and burnt by the sun,

and ready to conflagrate any moment.” 


The Priestess, getting high, agreed.

“A momentary pause in the drought,

plus, the law finally swinging her blade down on the corruption.

Democracy may even survive this solar return."


Justice looked over at High Priestess.

“That’s my department,”

They both burst out laughing.


“You need to get busy,” 

High Priestess gasps and snorts.


Justice takes a long look at them,

deciding whether to take affront.

Justice has been taking a beating for awhile now

and couldn’t decide if they were ready to speak of recent traumas

they had experienced.


High Priestess noticed the shift in energy from their friend.

“Get out your feathery blade,” my friend, they urged. 

“People have worked hard for you.

The scales might once again balance. 

Name what has been done.”


Justice was not ready to declare victory, or even balance.

“Things are still extreme and volatile. 

Besides I love the woods.

I may stay here for awhile.

The streams and trees and land need their voice and vote as well.

Can any of our relations rest when humans have made such a mess of it all?"


High Priestess took a long drag, held it in, and dropped the joint in the creek’s puddled waters, 

Where it sizzled, went out, staying still  in the waters of the drying creek.

“We aren’t in balance..”


They lit another joint, passing it between them, thoughtful.


“We are only ideals, we aren’t really real” High Priestess said slowly, deliberately, her good humor quieted.

"Archetypes are only fully formed and complete in one’s imagination.

We are shape shifting and morphing everyday, no longer what we were or what we shall be. Everyone’s concepts are evolving.

We don’t know what changes will come to us, 

what we become. 

I am holding these histories as I have held all histories,

in my energy field.


“We have had a lot of loss,

And more yet to come,

Some victories.

We will not be the same,

Coming out of this 

As we were going in.

We are shedding skin, becoming tender and new again.”


Justice interjected, “let us enjoy the season we are in.

Let’s not look so far down the road, past and future.

Today is cool, water remains in the creek, no fires raging. 

Let us rest while we can. 

After this week, the sun wanes and night will slowly return.”


“There is much work to be done, Growing food and medicine.”


High Priestess looked at the many lush greens and flowers and sighed.

They both stood and held hands,

Watching the east, as the sun rising warmed the world.


“Not much darkness’s these days…”  


“No, there isn’t, but it too will return.”


Bowing to the sun,

Justice and Priestess kissed and went separate ways to their sacred tasks of the day.


Thursday, June 22, 2023

Reflections in the Solstice Window

Setting solstice sun in Pele's Tear
The Queen of Pentacles accepts change. 
 The Moon moves through her phases, 
Filling us to overflowing, s
pilling over, 
draining away. 

There are patterns to the change. 
New patterns are emerging. 
Listen to the birds, 
Watch the ducks. 
Find the cat’s whisker, 
And come to know how 
to move in this world 
And the next. 






Wax and Wane, 
There are Tides in our tears and sweat, 
We bleed with the agonies in the world. 

We Recover. 
Water the gardens. 
Grow again, 
Commune with the spirits. 
Hold the course, 
as does the moon, earth and sun. 

Let it be a dance. 

 __________________________________________ 

Coming from a period of contraction, 
I am expanding into a purposeful intention to being open and curious 
to what the Universe (Uni) want to serve up. 

In my contraction, 
I felt the world - out there - was dangerous, 
inhospitable, full of disasters waiting to gobble up the world. 

General overall angst from the isolation of Covid had crept in and taken root. 

Like an unwanted plant in my garden, 
I find I have to uproot this fear and mistrust,
allowing Uni to be generous, 
to show me it isn’t all disaster and death. 

All along, the zinnias, corn, bean, and gourd seeds
have broken surface. 
The garden of beautiful life is emerging, 

if I allow it in and give it space.
If I am diligent in removing the crabgrass, 
flowers are quickly overtaking the dark bare soil. 

 I mulch and water. 
 The Sky pours Rain.

Tuesday, June 13, 2023

Dancing with the Devil


A Tarot card that dogs me is the Devil card, the 15th card of the Major Arcana The Devil belongs in the pantheon of cards making up of my personal numerology and tarot-scape. The Devil corresponds to Capricorn in the astrological connective tissue of the tarot. I am born in Capricorn season, though I don’t seem to match many  of the keywords - Ambitious, Leader, Conservative.  Exactly what does the Devil represent in tarot? Capricorn is ruled by Saturn. My Writual Journal tells me Saturn is about life lessons and destiny. Saturn is more resonant with my Capricorn existence - lots of lessons and lots of self chosen destiny.

Devil from the Holy Spectrum Tarot



 

The Devil archetype belongs to the Capricorn archetype. The Holy Spectrum Tarot Deck shows us a shrouded figure with questions that haunt us in daily life. What if, no you can’t, doubt yourself are the kinds of questions, popping out of the card.




Other decks show  us a devilish pan goatish figure, the figure of Pan, hinting at more pagan roots for the archetype. Pan was once the spirit of joy and wildness in the forest and now is perceived as the devil



Smith/Rider Waite Deck

I address this with the following conversation Devil and I had the other day. 

 

The chat began after I lit a sacred torch of disorientation and dismantlement, “Ye old Devil Weed,” I said when I realized time no longer could be trusted.





 

 
“You call me?”  The Devil appears, quite ready to converse. 
“I was objecting to the association of Devil and Weed, as if weed is bad for you.  Sometimes maybe we need to forget what day it is and how long we have been at task," said I, the one with a soul addicted to this particular nectar of vision and connection. 

 

"It’s the devil’s description, I disapprove of," said the Devil, who then cocked their head and asked, “Are you ready to dance with the Devil?”

 

“We’ve been dancing all along, you and me,” I respond. "You have the audacity to be born in Capricorn, same as me, but you got there first and cast your spells and claimed Capricorn as the Devil’s Realm.

 

Modern Goddess Tarot

 

Now every time I get the card, I feel like I am looking at myself and have to figure out if that is good or bad.”"I always wonder about the Pan aspects of Devil. 

 

 

Sometimes when your card appears, I think you and I, we are sensuously present, in the moment as coolest chicks, the artisst, the dudes in the flow of all creative.” 





The Devil answered seriously, “The wilder exotic part of me derives from Pan which has been in disgrace since folks got “civilized”. Actually I am about the ecstasy of being one with earth, air, water and fire. I have been, ahem, if you must… demonized.”

 

“Today, if I come up, people think I am  there to tell them they are being bad, or questioning  and doubting them, asking them to think of their weak spots, addictions and how one relates to all that binds you."

 

“May, I say?” trying to be helpful, “you are the archetype of Capricorn as our conscience. You are urging us to pay attention to what must be done to get all those 
Saturnian tasks done. You guide us through our days, helping us question our motives, our reasoning, and if we are on the right track. You often ask, “is this addictive, does this qualify as self harm, am I being slutty or is this encounter feeding my wild soul.”

 

“You, Devil, I proclaim you to be my wild soul, dwelling in the wild spaces  and not in the confines of polite societies. I will not make you take the blame for my unhealthy and out of control behavior. I consider you to be the wild one, living in right relationship to forest field and river.”

 

“Yes, yes”, Devil exclaims. “You get me. I bring you questions to keep you aligned, add queerness, transforming you from society’s slave into participating in the full spectrum of life.” 

 

And with that, they snapped their fingers loudly and disappeared.