Angels Among Us Indeed

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Angels Among Us Indeed

Back in January 2017 I migrated to North Texas from the lowest regions of the state. It was a moment in time where I was at a crossroads of adult proportions, building the foundations for the next portion of my life. I have left behind another person, an immature version of myself whose behavior upon recollection, brings me horror. I don’t needlessly look back unless whatever was back there has threads of existence dogging me now. That’s how I know there’s more attrition that will take place. They say “forewarned is forearmed”. I’m not armed. Really all that means is I remain flexible in ways that count, to bend not break, be open to suggestions, integrate not separate, surrender. Attrition is defined as rubbing something off of a surface, or shedding extraneous casings, husk, if you will. It is also a military tactic where you defeat the flanks, wear them out until they give up. I prefer the rubbing version. It works for me. I also imagine seaweed draped across my arms and legs as I ascend from the ocean waves and I flick them off as I get to the sand, or just let them drop. Joy by attrition. (I have repeated this phrase in many articles here).

The Cancer Full Moon was still glowing silver rays when the next day I had let supreme hurts that I felt inside, rage in my world such that I couldn’t bear to be around anyone. I knew I was a porcupine and anyone who I spoke to was going to get it. So, I passed up on an important family function. I was distraught, not angry. I was afflicted with wounds, the mothers’ kind, the kind where her heart is full of sorrow for knowledge of separation from her child. It was very primal and I knew it was important, too. I was doing floor exercises for MFR (#jfbmfr) and my root and sacral chakras were so damaged from years of not being gentle with myself. This stuff wants to heal. It’s not pleasant at times but you know, the only way out is through. #joybyattrition Patience is key. Patience proves lovingness. Truly.

I cried all morning and finally fell asleep until late afternoon. At 5:30pm I suddenly woke up and looked up a community ad for rideshares in Austin. Austin is a happening city and you just never know. I decided I must find a ride up North. I have to be there at that gathering and I regretted my stubbornness. I really don’t let my mind derail me when impulses speak to me, like the one that gripped me at that moment. I emailed a few ads and got a response from one of them. I found a ride. He was turning around and coming 45 minutes in the other direction to pick me up. It was a large pickup truck hauling a small trailer. Halfway to the Oklahoma border, we drove right through the middle of Waco. They had built a huge stadium next to the freeway and used green colored lights. It was foggy…my ride and I are conversing. Hours and hours we talked and this sweet youngish guy was such an angel. I even said that to him at that point, as we are going over the bridge in Waco and the fog made the green lighting on the stadium light up the entire night sky in front of our eyes. It was like the Jetson’s (look it up). Another world in the ethers. He said “it’s funny you should say that because…well…I am an angel.” Okay, well, that was cool. I can handle that.

The ride seemed like a few minutes, not several hours and was successful. Since then, my climb out of the cave into the light has been an adventure I can’t describe. But I knew that is what I was doing and it was just okay. I called him a week later, but no more after that. I got texts from him occasionally in the winter but I had not even thought of him until today. Why? Well, because I have a new friend whose name is Angel and I had texted her. She didn’t respond so I talked to her and asked her if she got my texts. No. Oh. Huh? So, I called the number and asked if I could speak to Angel. Wrong number. Ok, now I am confused. OHHH. I got it mixed up. That “Angel” was the guy who had given me a ride in January when I was breaking through. I didn’t want to forget who he was so I programmed him in my phone as my angel but I forgot his name. I thought, “Oh, I should call him and let him know I am doing well and thanks for everything.” So, I called back. A young woman answers and is so kind and understanding but has no idea who I am referring to. I finally said, “That’s fine. Have a good night, sorry to bother you.”

I hung up…what’s this? I know people change their phone numbers a lot and maybe it was a wrong number but he may have just been an angel, for real and isn’t in this timeline now. Where ever you are, Angel, thanks for the ride, it really did help.

 

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Summer Solstice Time to Shine

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Musical Call To The Ancestors  ENTHUSIASM : Musical Call To The Ancestors Traditional Solstice Song. I kept hearing in the collective voice something about how we needed to connect to our ancestors. Our memories are full of latent invisible vibrations that music is designed to highlight and enable. So here is my invitation to my noble descendants, the ones who hold me dear unbeknownst to me and in fact each and every one. That kind of reverence is the most sacred as it cherishes the deepest part of our own selves, hence “sacred”. The idea for this came from my persistent questioning of the oracle, the IChing ideograms, the 64 Divinatory Figures, these are archetypes as the tarot only more math. My question was, what am I to do in Music? Answer was YU ; Enthusiasm, what I call God-Breathed. Yu in name. Yu is womb, the receptive on the lower trigram. The trigram above it is Thunder, the creative element, obviously ripe for something wonderful to happen and in this instance YU is saying get the people together to be cleansed by the music which was known to purify the people’s feelings from the last year. It was a joyous time to invite the Ancestors and prepare splendor, everywhere beauty and make note of the numinous. It was like a bridge to those human representatives in the outer regions. They have passed on but it is possible to communicate with them in this way.

Enjoy the You Tube Version of  Musical

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Call To The Ancestors

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Music Alchemy Rides Again – Show Me The Good!

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Astrology is powerful. Once I began studying my own chart almost 4 years ago I knew I would never use the word the “coincidence” again. In a neutral sense co-incidence is fine, it literally means incidences happening in relation to each other or at the the same time. However, since the word is weaponized to discredit real phenomenon let’s leave it alone. There are many more tools at hand and available language to describe the process of being a super-sensible sentient human and co-creating our world as we go. Every living moment, not just when awake, we are creators designing our personal universe. I wrote a piece in early March 2017 that I have not published yet that would explain what I discovered about my sleeping hours. It will be posted soon because in that article, which I am still editing, I describe my activities during sleep and what I thought was occurring. I have always had an active dream life but then I discovered upon awakening that particular morning exactly who and what was using my energy, identity and will with my consent, but not in my design. I immediately removed and revoked my consent to be used by and for anyone other than myself and for my own highest purposes. Once I did that, peace returned to my chaotic mind space and within my relationships where discord seemed to be having a party.

I have been muted, in a sense, of late for the past six months. In my silence I was formulating a new universe that I needed privacy to create and not share until the baby was gestated, so-to-speak. If you know about sonograms, people take pictures of the womb baby before it’s born. It seemed the thing to do 30 years ago and is widely used today. But, the process of sonograms to see what is an interesting scene of the unborn baby, has the effect on the baby of  blowing a foghorn into their ears within a distance of micro-inches. How would you like to have a foghorn blown into your ears from such a close distance? I wouldn’t. I imagine it’s pretty upsetting, not to mention, most likely obliterates their peaceful developing frequency at that. Anyhow, I don’t think it’s a good idea to peek inside where I can’t fit and is not my domain. You just have to wait! What’s wrong with waiting? I love waiting…zen helps me do that. But now, the baby is born. You can see it and talk to it, interact and learn all about it, even hold it.

Say hello my new universe! Welcome to my movie, my life of creating harmony within the reach of my voice and within the reach of my energetic life force to a community of interest! This is my first post in and about my new universe. All my other articles are still viable, they are channels of information as well as opinion. But now, I have a better view of the landscape and so my perceptions are broader, more mature. The same thing happened with my songwriting. My first penned effort in 1997, “Walk The Wall” was no less channeled than my latest  published album in 2016 “Another Dimension”. I’ve written lots since I published Another Dimension but no albums have been compiled since I took a “retirement” from my music career and decided I would be a writer last fall. Once I can integrate those elements, which is inevitable, the new records will come. First I had to integrate my Ascendant, Sun and Moon signs. I did that with a song called “Magnificent”. To give you a glimpse of that process I will quote the verse and chorus;

 

(backstory: Cancer Sun, Libra Moon, Capricorn Ascendant – the Cardinal “cross”)

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“My Sun is not online, my Moon is divine
I love all my houses all at once, to me they are all divine.
My Ascendant, you are magnificent! But, you’re almost too much.
Too many people, why can’t we all be one?”

 

So, back to astrology. I prefer to have a “healthy respect” for these powers, forces, energies and not be afraid of them. I’m so sentient that they “get” to me when I’m not looking. So, that’s why I started looking. We all are affected whether we are cognizant of it or not. There are indeed good aspects, but it’s the “we” part that makes it good. I’ve survived the recent tribulation we all just navigated to tell you about it.

Since the run-up to the New Moon, barely 48 hours prior and ever since, I have had to out-maneuver scorching Sun rays, wrestled with a surprised Pluto in my first house and won the match by pulling a disappearing act. I confronted Saturn about abusing Chiron and won the argument by holding space then reconciled them. I dodged Uranus’s lightning bolts successfully and redirected them to a hidden enemy who was successfully outed by Eris, (thank you Eris). I won a staring down contest with Mars who was trying to be a bully but overplayed his hand. I gave Neptune a hiatus, dismissed its forces for a friend who needed a well-deserved break which was authorized by Venus. I ejected a serial killer Moon beam out of the car and held my ground so I could eat ennobled food; which I was able to do a short time later. I wrestled Rahu to the ground to put him in his place using Ketu’s wisdom – it was a tie! (no surprise there!) I had Jupiter called to the carpet for his know-it-all attitude using reverse psychology and honesty until he decided to go into therapy.

Whew! It’s been a busy minute and I’m not even a fighter! It’s all attitude. It’s all trust. I fail with the Trust sometimes…I falter, I stumble, shake it off, get up again. I am convinced in what I know from my own internal compass, from the Guardians who watch over me and inscribe my every thought, word and deed, from the consistent application of the 12th dimensional platinum shield, from meditation on Source and most of all, from my awareness of what exactly is my reason for being here. Glad to be alive. Belly breathe now. Carry on…#letsdothis

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