I'll probably be over the novelty of the hipstamatic soon...
Breakfast started off relaxed and with a surprise jab in a tender spot things turned sharp. It had something to do with that gotye video, and the illumination of pain. We emotionally charged into the muck and found a phantom limb, over ten years old and laced with red. It was once mine...
We sat around sipping toddies and talking. We speculated on where we should go and what we should do, and who else we could call. We wondered if any bars served eggnog. I sewed a patch onto my bag and we attempted a sidewalk stencil. We didn't go anywhere. And this is why I adore winter in the northwest. xo
"Visualize two circles side by side, not touching. This represents Duality, or Separation. But now visualize the union of the two circles such that the Centre of each is on the circumference of the Other. This is the Father-Mother Principle in Divine Union. Observe the oval geometry in the middle, known as the Vesica Pisces which resembles an almond shape or the shape of the human eye.
Here is a puzzle. How would you describe the 3-Dimensional view of this Vesica or Almond Shape? Here is a clue, and its something we've been kicking around for quite a few decades. The answer is The Rugby ball
The Rugby Ball is indeed one of the most powerfully symbols in all of this Multi-Dimensional Language of Light. This explains the bizarre global fascination for a game with billions of spectators who go into trance cheering the wild and unpredictable path of a bloated bladder ball, where everyone seeks bliss by participating in a cult that justifies the act of getting drunk, screaming praises and obscenities, perhaps no different than jungle behaviour thousands of years ago. I suspect that this is a healthy behaviour to tune out of our normal grind in society and work and release emotional pressures by venting at a ball game. This is Sacred Geometry at its best. Really it's a statement that sacred geometry exists invisibly in the mass consciousness. " (from this site)
Geometry has taken on a new significance since my trip in the bermuda triangle. I am so damn curious about the true nature of things, and I have an itch to see it for myself. xo
reminds me to celebrate change, also warns of an upset. I've been drawing mostly major arcana cards in the past few weeks. HMMMMMM.... I wish for the wisdom of the tarot to reveal itself to me, please! xo
I feel like I'm in a giant pinball machine, bouncing between the northwest towns, becoming lodged in unexpected nooks (some more comfortable than others) before being jounced around and projected across state to circus music and bright lights. I failed to limit my home-stay to three days, or do daily spiritual cleanses and have become congested. I found reunions, rites of passage and happened upon an early morning branding session, from which I remain faintly singed with envy. Also? Elijah lay beneath a daily swell of winter crows, immersed in their secret mutterings (yes pleasepleaseplease). Until then, hello portlandia, warm arms and rest. xo