I must move through this whirl until the moment comes and love all, exclude none
I have given my blood and vow to what’s invisible to the human eye; I have given and gotten saliva
My India, She connects to my spinning black Sun, green ray of her ease
It streams down my face when love holds me
And we will exit-us (the wheel).
How to pick up speed when the whirl is shot to hell anyway; the heated, the so-called holy, they talk among the vines, of ‘niceness’ that doesn’t last and what does not matter is kept, as what does matter is abandoned
How shrill, this droning is, the way that many pretend to be artists as they cough up blood and speak like a necromancer; How shrill, this liberal creed that can only vow to do as thou wisheth until perdition- what trash, the thought of violating the sacred in the name of freedom and using rhetoric to justify it all
No amount of blether could ever sever the use of my time to choose what is eternally sound-the way of my Mother
No illusory obligation to give that which I rightfully deny to give on grounds of living in a whirl where the refusal to fully disclose the intention of all operations has driven humanity into a state of dissonance and war and so, those who rebel are cleverly targeted (in ways both subtle and overt) – so why should I bother to play into the game of nice and necessary or suffer the consequences?
Love, I have seen how it lives in the pain to carry the burdens of those who still have the audacity to make claim that it equates to care, this abominable way of living, they say,”Urning a living during the weak daze, until the weak end of the stick and the tie of that so-called living chokes one out to death”
There is something in me that remains pure, isolated and complete as this man, he comes to wash my feet and I give him my secrets-one by one, I give him my trusted and true
On an evening made of conclusions and hard decisions, it is we, the same as always, hashing it out like reformed men and women, like original innocence
There’s only this evening to extend our lives so that we may touch beyond what’s been and what is still of forbearing intelligence which live in the choices to be kind
First and foremost, I must express my heartfelt cognizance upon seeing a glimpse (once again) of the true face of love and like a shadow dancer, I have stepped on the toes of Wisdom
The floor, it breaks out in pity at the sight of two hands clutching what has been preserved of restraining of share as unraveling and unfolding the folded actuality of the state of things and how it affects our ability to create harmonics
Fast for 5 days and see what comes out of temple, if we may appreciate something in each other that we failed to celebrate before
Turn it off and remember your pain; the very thing you need to break the cycle and exit the wheel is the pain
What must be done differently, how to see differently, in the kind of open mind that realizes and adknowledges what is a waste product in our very lives and can now go beyond in-sight and in-talk to take a baby step off the tracks
The years go by in sorrow, an arrival of commands fill the lungs with angels making a point to clear the air
And I call to you by laughing like mad, no longer regretting what wasn’t said because there is something new in the phase of things- a stark reflection
The way you take off your sins has changed
If only the information didn’t have to swirl like a intruder, some dancing, insolent maniac, the wheel would just crack at the ease of but one matter of fact; if only the tip didn’t have to hurt
Such a thing like a baby that is really an idea-Parthenogenesis appears with a peculiar smile wrapped around the eye, but it’s not time to party, don’t you get it?
Not the kind to drag it in and drag it on, is the lie I told you, preferring the sacred image and the perfection of it’s attainability or the desire to see how much you can find and lift up like a skirt
Now, what is required of us in order to achieve our heavenly bodies is to come down to earth and to come clean
Thought after thought after thought, burning the midnight oil and on the edge of commitment
“I stand in the ring, in the dead city and tie on the red shoes. They are not mine. They are my mother’s and her mother’s before.”
~ Anne Sexton, The Red Shoes
(Sept. 22-Oct. 22)
Clutching what is left of my adrenals to my left knuckle, I fidget and I shift from point to angles and dig deeper to all that which can serve a purpose or is reason enough to give what remains of my maddening obsessions and perfections always a breath away
The time to detox is upon us or upon me, at least and the ways that everyone seems to be avoiding the great cleansing is apparent in every theatrical facial expression, in every expression of repulsion or hatred, I come clean
I am the janitor here. From my mind, I scrape the attachments and kinds of sins with every surrender to the very love that is too innocent to be seen by human eyes, let alone you
With every bolt from the perversion I see, I tremble lightly and make note to bring my guard and tuck up the tools I carry without alarm
There is sweetness beneath the analysis; there is sweetness beneath that sifting; there is sweetness between the pillars of good faith and love, is what I will say if anyone is listening
The walk is a solitary one and so I clutch my lamp and trudge on like a woman exiled in her own country
Every small animal comes to my aide and they speak in tongues no ‘person’ utters; they are milking their own graves, these people with every fanatical drive to poison and kill and rape and steal
These miraculous facts, they are wrapped up in Spirit and still, nobody is listening
by Molly Hall Updated January 26, 2019
Your Saturn sign shows your points of unsettling intensity, and Scorpio is the most intense of the Zodiac signs. You gain stability in life, as you slowly but surely learn to deal with–and eventually master–your own powerful drives, emotions and psychic potency.
Because there’s such a charge with Saturn, it’s where we look for a build-up of defenses. Saturn shows the behaviors and personality patterns that have developed as a protective response.
Many of these responses are awkward, and we often sense that, but it may also be unconscious. These reactions are conditioned responses, and for a time they keep what we fear at bay.
Often, it’s an unconscious reaction to the “threat” of being destabilized by whatever Saturn’s charge holds. That’s why Saturn’s demands can bring up fear, and peak with events around the Saturn Return (every 29 1/2 years).
Scorpio is a sign that’s fixated on power, but this too is often an ingrained part of who they are. Some defenses with Saturn have to do with power and the need to be in control of a situation or relationship.
The Saturn Scorpio person starts to get shaky when control is slipping through her fingers. Or when all that’s been stuffed down, starts to rise up, or takes on a life of its own.
The considerable psychic power of Scorpio is dark sided through manipulation, sometimes based on sexual and/or intimate friendship bonds. Or the Saturn Scorpio person finds themselves bound up with another through debt, inheritance or what’s shared (money, possessions, children).
Saturn Scorpios people feel these entanglements acutely, even at a distance–you can say, they are aware of energetic cords, like an energy healer sees. There can be ordeals of separation that take these natives to hell and back, but that’s the nature of Scorpio–to rise from the ashes.
Saturn’s hidden treasure here is the promise of real soul-deep peace and a sense of hard-won self-mastery.
With Saturn in Scorpio in the birth chart, a strong will meets fierce focus.
The result is persistence, endurance and sometimes ruthlessness, in the pursuit of goals. You know how to channel your power in ways that draw on an unseen emotional-psychic force.
You can be fixed and unyielding when you want something. Some hard lessons are about loosening the grip of control and dealing with obsessive behavior.
On the journey, you confront many potential dangers as you learn to manage your own intensity. You learn to tame or channel shadow intensity like manipulation, betrayal, abuse, jealousy, bedevilment, and revenge.
From learning to endure or deal with the wild, potent forces, you claim your true power. By becoming a master of the dark, you face your fears and learn how to go through the death-rebirth process again and again.
One of your superpowers is to transform darkness or toxic situations and to release vital energy in the process. Your gift to others is sensing the very structure of things, like the emotional-psychic blueprint.
This knowing serves you in many ways, from being the one that hits the essence of a problem at work, to solving mysteries or transforming what’s dead or decaying.
Your journeys into formidable inner territory turns you into a wise guide for others. You are especially committed to being present at the thresh hold moments of life like sex, birth, and death.
You may become someone others look to, as the end draws near. You are a wisdom keeper, and your milieu is the threshold–those places of transition, like from life to death, and to life again.
You know how to take the diseased and poisoned parts and transform them. This makes you a soul healer, whether you take on that role officially or not. By taking the hard road that leaves no stone unturned, you are a trusted seer for others. When you face your fears and learn to shape your destiny, you become a profound person to those around you.
At this crossroads, the overall stability of your psyche is tested.
If you’ve been running from something within yourself, that becomes more difficult, if not impossible. Saturn seems to have a way of closing doors to old habits or enablers–hastening the end to anything that’s the energetic glue to the established way of doing things.
It can feel like life falls apart before it gets better. You might now finally decide to do “whatever it takes” to get to the heart of your struggles or resistance to what you want to create.
Yes, it is noble, persistence, but it meets the path of most resistance, so it is folly in form
There is a time for everything, so there is time for that and if you feel me squirm through the flames of uncertain love, then I ask for the light to be made manifest through the embrace of undying friendship
As the black one, in the white form, you have become the polar axis of the last true feminine throughout the ages, I hear Her say through the blood seeping from this book and the flaming sword, to the remaining men who gnow, I hand you all of this and more
There is a time for everything, so there is a time for endless conversations and there is a time for dangerous curves and screeching halts; There is a time for a deplorable pull to all which unto my soul, it repels and there is a time for isolated thinking and renewal of the friendship itself
So, ride upon the waves of sound that come not at all to please or make clear, but only stir up the goodness that lies dormant in the underbelly of yesterday-that feeling streaming with information that often is too misunderstood or underappreciated to get up and greet the light of day
There is a time for everything and so, there is a rage in my breath that flowers anyway with every test I have left upon setting on fire- There is my peace
There exists a space where loving hands outstretched hold the keys to the universe in their ethereal bodies made of love stories and the wisdom of pain; it is through the crucible we are born again
It can be found in the mending of conversations past, that which is motivated by the unconditional vow that is written in all the hearts we should be upholding
The way to find the treasure or the X that marks the spot, which is the very target the beast seeks day and night to mark and it is is in the ‘cœur’ of our being, our conscience, where heaven and earth meet, and it is beyond understanding
The Immaculate Perception 