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.

Sunday, August 6, 2023

 Dear Isis,  

I was talking to my sister, Strength and told her how in the course of therapy, I’d begun speaking with my grandmother. She is very intrigued, as is our friend, Justice. Justice wants to know if Ma’at might still be around and she can talk to her.  Strength is being more insistent. She almost wept when she found out you might could hook her up with her grandmother, Sekmet. 

I know you aren’t running an ancestry service. My siblings are so insistent. I hate to ask you, and yet i know you know or have met these people. 

It turns out so many western archetypes have direct connections to your people. Even the imagery is the same. Strength is portrayed in so many decks as if she is some kind of lion whisperer.  Do you mind whispering in Sekmet's ear and see if she may be available one day to talk to Strength? Please.

What y’all said and did back in Mythland or Metis as Motu called it - y’all have been co-opted in so many ways, your messages twisted. We are really trying to set the world aright after it becoming more and more topsy turvey over the last several thousand years. there is so much that has been twisted. 

Like you are the Creatrix- it is close to revolutionary in these days to believe a woman can hold this position. we have come a long way in the last 100 years when we finally began voting and having some kind say in the world. as soon as we began making some progress, the patriarchy has risen like a cornered  wild animal, attacking those weaker than themselves. I think the patriarchy might have been weaker in your days. It’s such a terrible virus, and it covers the planet now. 

i guess i could go on and on. but i know you don’t have a lot of time so i’ll just leave it here and hope i am not asking too much of you. 

light, high priestTess

ps. - one more thing. you said you had to shake the sistrum for energies to flow. when i googled what that was, i was so struck by its similarity to these big things we sit on top of our power poles that distribute electricity through out our civilization. does your sistrum have anything to do with electrical currents?

____


Dear high priestTess,

Granddaughter, my heart aches for you and your human sisters and the suffering patriarchy has wrought upon your world.  Yes, when we had a world where women were primary and myself and my Sisters were at the center of culture and society the sacred was imbued in everything, life was very different.  All life was sacred.  There was not this mis-use you call patriarchy or this exploitation you call capitalism.  In your world today the sacred takes a back seat to greed.  Sometimes greed masquerades as the sacred!  

I wish I could wave my hand and heal this for you my granddaughter, but alas I cannot.  The Sisters and I understand that humanity must learn.  We cannot hand you solutions.  They must be hard fought. Unfortunately too many people learn and become wise from loss more quickly than joy, so they must know loss and suffering so that they may evolve and make smarter and more healthy choices.  This is about a major reset for your world my love.  I know it is not easy, but it is necessary so that you may once again embrace the sacred in all its many forms and restore it to the center of your world.  You must learn what is of real value.  You must shift your words and actions and follow the 42 Laws of Maat that have been written for your age.  When most of humans do this again, change will come.  You will restore the common good.  Greed will be taboo and abuse and exploitation will be just memories and vestiges of the evils of patriarchy in your past.

Stay strong my granddaughter.  Do your work.  Be of service.  Follow the Laws of Maat and teach them to all you meet.  Take heart you will prevail in the end though it might be a time yet before this reset occurs.

Cordially,

Isis

PS. It's sistrum (singular) or sistra (plural) were said to be "tuned"....think vibrational powerIt was a musical/magical instrument.  Related to the 4 elements of universe.

Doubt it was electrical....however Djed Pillar of Osiris might have been electric/energy producing aspects

links and voice of Isis provided by Karen Tate, scholar, priestess, and devotee of Isis

Saturday, August 5, 2023

 Dear Isis,


Thank you for answering me Grandmother. It is an honor to connect with you and the wisdom you bring. Right now I am a little awestruck and I thought of a couple more questions, if you don't mind.


Can you tell me anything more about you that relates to Ma’at? When were you most alive?



with sincerity, high priestTess



_______

Dear high priestTess,


You may know, my granddaughter, that I am a Creatrix of civilizations and the world.  I have the responsibility to keep the energies of the universe flowing.  I do this in part using my magical sistrum.  Shaking the sistrum insures the energies of every living thing does not become stagnant.  Shaking the sistrum keeps the energies fresh, flowing and evolving. 
 

My sister goddesses contribute many of their gifts to this great human civilization.  Maat and her laws provide a harmonious order or container in which these civilization might survive and thrive.  Without her laws and values humanity would be in constant chaos - an evil we cannot abide.  We thank Maat for teaching and perpetuating justice, truth, right action and harmony among humans.  


You ask when was I most alive?  Some might say when I walked among you.  When my children would visit me in my temple, walk with me among the sacred stones or sing with me as we sailed upon the sacred waters.  I was there among you for all to see me, feel my love.  We existed in the same dimension.  


Today things have changed.  The evils of patriarchy has driven knowledge of me from many in your dimension.  Today sadly I only exist for some as myth.  I only live in the mind, in books or papyrus rather than also the heart and on the physical plane.
But remember grand daughter I am here for you even if you no longer see me beside you.  You can always call upon me and I will hear you.


Cordially, Isis


links and voice of Isis provided by Karen Tate, scholar, priestess, and devotee of Isis

Dear Isis

 Dear Isis,


I am a modern remnant of you, one of your many granddaughters. I know even though I live thousands of years in the future from you, my counselor said I might benefit from writing you a letter to see if we could get to the bottom of some of my issues. 

So here goes… Oh I am nervous.

Grandmother Isis, can you help me reconstruct the days of Ma’at. I am looking to know more about your times to uncover who we can become by knowing who we have been.

In humble admiration,
The High Priestess
_______



Dear High Priestess,
I can try to help you, my granddaughter.

I, Isis, also called Auset or Iside, whose name means throne, was the bestower of the power of that throne to worthy leaders of humanity.  They were not left to their own devices however in this heavy responsibility or burden.  They were given the framework with which to rule their people and likewise to impress upon the people that they too should live by this framework we call the Laws of Maat...laws written by my wise sister of the white ostrich feather who gives these laws her name...MAAT.

My sister Maat provides an important service to civilization.  In her role in the underworld weighing the heart of the deceased against the her feather of truth... determining if the life of the recently departed was a moral life of truth and integrity... she is the ultimate accountability… karma, if you will.  Ma’at stands as the deterrent to evil, mis-use and abuse among humanity.  She is the promise a life well lived will result in a heavenly reward ....

Is this what you are looking for?

Cordially, Isis


PS. Also here are some links my present day devotees asked me to give to you if you want to know more.

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links and voice of Isis provided by Karen Tate, scholar, priestess, and devotee of Isis

High Priestess speaks to Motu

 "Knock, Knock", high priestTess said to Motu. "Can I come to your alter?"


"Certainly you can my dear." Motu said kindly. "Watch out for Albert and Walt. Walt will get out of your way, but I’d hate for you to step on a rock he is hiding under. Albert is pretty slow though. Sometimes folks tend to overlook snails and lizards.”

As high priestTess carefully found herself a seat around the circle of rocks, Motu inquires, "What brings me the pleasure of your visit?" 

"I am seeking, Motu. I don’t even know what I am seeking."

"I think maybe you do or you would not be here," says Motu looking at her steadily.

"I think maybe I am becoming clear," high priestztess admitted. "It is, and I feel silly saying this because obviously I have been seeking it all along, but I have a need to know my grandmothers, clear back to you,  Mother of the Universe. I want to know what was the Garden of Eden like before the conquests for metals and power took over this planet."

"You are sincere in that desire," Motu mused. "We will need to hang out quite a bit more, if we are to get to the answers. Do you have the time to hear this story? We will be inviting the Grandmothers into the conversation."

Motu continued, "I will call the lands of the world  in the times before, Metis. We will talk to Isis because she knows of Ma’at, who holds the wisdom of those times. Ma’at, a shapeshifting gender fluid energy permeated the land of Metis. Movement, culture, how they tended land and animals sustainably, living in balance are all attributed to Ma’at Magic, science, astronomy, math and calendars -  magic, science and technology . The concept of Ma’at corresponds to Chuen in the Mayan cosmology. Ma’at represents the gift to the peoples in the form of law, education, music, math, literature, literally the cultures of these lands flowed through the life balancing attributes of Ma’at.

Ma’at born from the heavens, seas and earth, tended these gardens spread through the Ancient world I am calling Metis.  They were the ubiquitous forces, unseen, governing the people, setting daily norms, laws and rituals. These energies were in conversation with Planetary Consciousness and were intelligent and evolving."

High priestTess nodded. “I have the time to learn. This is fascinating. Can I invite in Isis soon?"  

"Sure, right now is as good a time as any," Motu agreed.

"I will go now and see about it," high priestTess said excitedly. "Goodbye Motu. And Albert and Walt too. See ya’ll soon.”