The Mother morphs the Father. As easy as it is to understand the mother time of Earth, even the Yang mother is computable. It is that much more difficult to grok the time of Father that is Metal. The Father, the stern yet aloof ruler of the astrological houses. He rules with out being home a lot and his energy is wearied. Metal is certainly not warm and embracing, it is rather cold, harsh and unbending. It is like connecting with a galaxy of stars. More precious than anything, the gold under the mountain, connected to Spirit, the Holy energy. Your Monk in the mountains that prayers and fasts connects to the Divine and shares the sparse enigma of doctrine to those who are worthy. The deliverance of these teachings are usually pointless, where the lesson and the answers are riddles that mean nothing to seeker. The point of the…
What a hot Summer we had in July. The cool weather of this week is so welcomed, last night it was almost chilly. It was delicious. As usual, I have been on an education binge. I read a number of novels this Summer, as well as, studying Chinese Herbs and researching some topics of extreme weight and relevancy. We consistently speak of Earth time as the time of the mother. We usually, think of the mother as a nursing docile ever-loving, all -giving mother, the nurturer. I would like to invite the other mother onto the stage, the destructive mother, the mother that breaks down in the service of new life. The Yang mother, the one that will go to the end of the earth, to the bottom of the sea for the love of her children. The cold mother, she is the one, the figure to do your work…
This information should not be free, It is not free to just take and idly ponder over. It is not free. Do I have to say that again? No need to be lazy. It takes a lifetime to figure this out and the cost..If you see this and do not use it, then you are missing an incredible opportunity. If you take this, practice it and use it for your community. Give something back, don’t just take. My thought is this if as person you choose not to feel the pain of living, a soul incarnated into mass on a physical plane. If you do not feel this in your body. The pain that you do not feel goes somewhere. It goes to someone else in your family. It goes to a population of people that are not like you and therefore a lesser species. It fuels the criticism and…
As many of you know, Spring, is the season of awakening. The world comes alive again after a nice long slumber. We have the bright majestic flowers with their vibrant greens and exciting colors. We have the birds, singing songs, making their nests, hunting for their grub, a flurry of activity. We have the buds on the trees, the grass in the field. The animals are out and about procreating, hunting up food to fatten themselves after a lean Winter. There is a “twitterpation” vibe in the air. The insects are returning to life and we emerge out of hibernation, just like that. It can be a time of change, there is a lot of movement in the Cosmos. We are embracing the forces that stir in the great atmosphere. They are pulling us into the vortex, the unknown, we go around and around and we are going to pop…
Hey! Hey! Hey! On February 10, the Chinese New Year 2024 begins. The Year of the YANG Wood Dragon. A lively year of intense growth, some fieriness and a tad bit of luck. The Dragons are on their way to meet in the mysterious cave under the Kunlun mountains. They convene every 12 years to discuss matters of cosmic concern.They travel from all corners of the globe, leaving their secret habitats, flying only at night. It is the year 2024, a significant one. The planets have shifted and we are entering a new age. The dragons have much to discuss and loads of strategizing to accomplish in just one evening. It is the duo- decennial gathering of the dragons. We have a fierce year ahead, one that follows the YIN year of the Water Rabbit. 2023, was a year of fear and burrowing. No more hiding allowed in the year…
Living in Aligned Stewardship By Jipala Kagan Illustrated by Anne Dwyer Available @ HalfMoon Books, Worlds End Comics, Rough Draft (check on the shelf in the corner, pls someone rescue this book from obsolescence). Kingston, NY This Book! Let me tell you was no small fete. It was a slog to get it out into print. I think it maybe poor timing, coming out just days before Christmas, no one is in the mood to shop in January. I had multiple impulses to shelf the project, but it prevailed and if you read the book you may see why. It is worth the work, a couple years of incubating and researching the information, writing it was easy, and getting it into form well that was a delivery process. I think it might be hard to read, the information is tough and threatening in some ways. I am holding on to…
In the New Year. 2024. May it be so, may we at least be on our way towards some harmony in the world.
It is so dark out these days, it feels as if we are under a blanket. Even in the early afternoon, the sun is threatening to leave us behind and go somewhere more pleasant. This is that Season. The Silly Season as one of my client’s grandfathers would call it. WE are so busy running around shopping, cooking, cleaning and working. Have the festive spirit for the holidays. Muster up the joy and dig into the credit cards to buy those gifts. I sometimes like to stop and ground the energy in my body and just appreciate the cold, the dark the many things to do. I think “oh yah this is what happens this time of year”. And it goes so fast, this season, before I know it will be the New Year. I love the lights. The candles, the stars, the lights on the trees, the lights on…
Three sightings of the #46 on houses in a row. Four big black birds in the leafless tree, waiting for something. Five women with December birthdays in a car, snaking their way up the mountain to an artist house. A flower fire ceremony there. Last Thursday I had a dream about A, she was in a field young and pretty with glossy black haired, a beautiful smile. She told me she was Free. She died last month. Maybe these omens indicate the end of something, like a cycle and then there will hopefully be the beginning of something else. In my mind I can not fathom how that is possible, we seem to be running ourselves into the ground as a country and everything is fractured. All I see is people not knowing themselves, making selfish decisions that support their fears and their belief that they deserve more than someone…
You can spend a lifetime saving lives and it is all destroyed in a minute. It weighs heavy on the heart, prayers to those that are suffering the unspeakable at this time.