Haloed Ascension

I just love the Sun.   Here the Divine Uncreated One heralds his ascension in such haloed glory.  I definitely connect with  ancient civilizations association of  a creator deity and the sun.  The rising of the sun is indeed like a birthing.  This daily miracle is spiritually moving, bringing life in its various forms and stages to our tiny jeweled marble, nestled so comfortably in the deeps of the cosmos surrounded by an entire family of suns in our Milky Way community. 

So yet again today I am in awe of our smallish yellow star and how the simple act of planetary rotation fills me daily with connectedness to my deities; reminding me how small yet significant we all are.  The next time you wake at sunrise, take five minutes and step outside and just breathe in the glory of the sun's daily birth.

Anchoring Inspiration

What anchors and inspires me the most?  My beloved, as partially seen here in his bare chested sexiness and his very kingly beard, anchors me in his totally non-judgmental spirit, his true love and his unswerving faith in myself and in a different spiritual belief structure yet same deity as I.

The other anchoring inspiration is seen protecting my beloved's heart.  The ancient Egyptian Ankh. . .the symbol of sacred life.  My faith, my belief structure that hinges on this lovely ankh - the key, the symbol of sacred life - this anchors my KA or spirit, inspires me to be a better human, keeps me open to all that is good, shielding me from all that is destructive to my being.

Combined with the holiness in my beloveds spirit . . .truly my deities watch over me, actively working for my wholeness as a being.  How can I not be anchored in this now and inspired by all that is me coming into being?

New Adventures Down Old Roads

At the end of March I turned another year older - funny the 19 year old inside doesn't feel any older.  But I am definitely into my 40s and not only am I okay with it, but rocking it I feel - I am enjoying who I am and where I am in life.  For my birthday I treated myself to a wonderful tarot reading from my friend Sophie at Sophie's Wisdom Tarot..  Something I have been doing for 20 years is giving myself a yearly reading as a birthday present.  I learned  somethings about myself that I think down deep I already knew this time.  Sophie's fantastic intuition with her compassion and understanding really brought home what I need to do, what I need to avoid, what I need to embrace and what I need to let go so hopefully this humble artisan priestess can meet her gods with grace.

As usual I have many plates and all my plates are full - a situation this quirky slightly OCD personality enjoys. Of course there is schoolwork, day work, artistic endeavors that take the form of gemstones, metal clay, photography and of course my writing that seems to possess my soul and drive everything else into the dust.   My spirituality however must take center stage then family.  Seems each of my plates are sections of my life.  This new year (my new year that commenced on the day of my birth this year) I have decided must be restructured.  My spirituality is now the house where my table and plates resides.

So time for schoolwork, time for day work and as always writing takes me over whenever it pleases.  Most importantly there will be time to relax, time to mediate and time to just focus on my deities.  I always have time to snap images of the Sun or trees that let me see the nymphs inside.

New words are building to be written forth, new characters from old manuscripts are clamoring for their stories to be told and new adventures are being laid open down old roads for me and my pencil.  Here are more pics of the lovely Texas Bluebonnets that frame my ride to and from work like a heady parade and wonderful trees that sing their praises to RA daily.

 

Yellow Seville

Dreamed the other night of my beloved and I roaming an empty earth in a pale yellow Cadillac Seville, just he and I.  A world empty of humans and large animals.  But we are following something - a trail, a scent, a feeling.  Following this urge through the desert and deserted towns.  Saddened at the loss of life.  An empty husk of a world that seemed to belong to my mate, I, the trees,the sun and that yellow Seville.

Mated Pairs

Waking- Sleeping Dream of my beloved and I being a mated pair.  Mated beyond marriage or desire.  A mating of souls, purpose, our very essence was mated - complimenting each other.  We were pursuing an agenda to help those less fortunate when we ran afoul of a male and a female.  This couple was as fair to look on as we.  While my beloved and I were dark of hair this pair was light headed.

I had a set of magic cards I used to help divine our next move and figure out who these two were.  I drew a 69 - which had no sexual connotation at all.  The card signified mated pairs and the 6 & 9 were placed together like yin/yang however instead of white and black it was white and red like blood.  They too were mated - one in purpose, desire and design.  Their purpose was to thwart our purpose.  The magic cards which shimmered with quantum doorways was very specific that neither pair was right or wrong / good or evil, we each simply had a job and function to keep the "machine of life" working.

I had this dreams several days ago and it has worked on my conscious and subconscious in so many way and so many levels.  Much deeper meaning than what it first appeared to be.  Reflection has brought new imagery, new revelations, hidden in plane sight messages from Osiris and Ra.  Tine of change, transformation, opening doorways, creating new paths to follow . . .

My journey deepens, I wont say darkens but it is a very solitary one my mated pair and I are on. . . for My Gods and His has ordained it so.

The story takes a turn the next night in the Yellow Seville

Timbered Haven

Yesterday was a day spent  roaming the countryside with my beloved.  I was on a tree trip.  I am completely in love with trees, especially winter trees.  I am of the opinion that during the winter when trees are naked to all the world, divested of their finery you can see their very souls.  Hallowed acolytes of the solar divinity with their branches uplifted in praise and adulation, drinking in the love from above.  I see them rooted in place forfeiting their ability to move freely in order to devote all their time to giving praise and receiving celestial sacredness from the Divine; connected through the earths foundations to the very Tree of Life.

I certainly could not capture the essence of what I see when I dwell on their timbered greatness.  I feel their wondrous energies even in the winter time - mostly definitely in the winter time.  Their very different personalities all stretched to the heavens with one objective - to give their undivided attention and adoration to the Divine. My first tree captured below; I just love this tree, the setting and yes the energy here. Such beauty from the earth.  Standing tall and righteous in the middles of a very old cemetery in one of the small towns we drove through {a trip I must make next time - the dates in this cemetery dated back to the early 1800's}.  This day of re-connection and re-discovery was well deserved and much needed. Trees carry the knowledge of the world for me,  much like ancient priests telling us primeval secrets passed straight from the very foundations of the earth, the rocks {my other love}and showing us how to give praise and adoration to the Uncreated One above. 

Trees are sanctuaries.   

Whoever knows how to speak to them, 

whoever know how to listen to them, 

can learn the truth ~~Hermann Hesse

Birthing a New Life

Transformation has been on my horizon since October of 2011 - honestly its a constant in my life.  But transformation takes a large role for me right now - changes on all fronts.  Transformation the theme in everything I touch now - even  jewelry projects.

My poetry has become raw - feral - goddess becoming human becoming goddess.  Changes are coming - change I want and changes I don't, changes I know are for the best and changes that will break my heart.  Unavoidable transformation from inside me, unlooked for and expected changes.  Transformation  around me in the physical world and in the spiritual.  I am standing on the precipice - the storm of creation comes.  While we should all embrace change and transformation - for this is how we grow,  it has always been scary.  The giving up of one things to gain another. The pain of birth not knowing where we will arrive or who we will be after the transformation.  I have begun to look at change (hopefully) as the butterfly or the , dragonfly which I think is more appropriate.  The dragonfly spends the majority of its life as as nymph - and in water.  Then to chrysalis, change and emergence into a new life in a new element.

I definitely feel this is what death holds for us as the gateway from one life to another AND one element to another.  I see this cycle repeated here in our lives constantly - in small ways for sure especially if we are growing, testing our boundaries and not content to stay in stasis or the cocoon.  Does the butterfly or rosebud give up?  Never - unless harsh environmental conditions prevent their change.  They struggle to change - its painful to emerge transformed.  For I believe birth is bloody and painful, the butterfly struggles and must emerge from a small opening in order to pump fluids into the wings. If you help the butterfly emerge his wings will never enlarge and he will never fly and he dies.  Thus the pain of transformation fades in the glory of new life.

This too can happen to us homo sapiens.  Our environment can keep us in stasis - this balance of who we are and what we have, content to remain in the silky funerary wrappings. Content to keep the warm status quo of who we think we need to be or what our culture told us to strive for - once attained there is no further striving.  Our environment can also destroy us, remove us completely off earth's radar or demote us so quickly in stature, ego, emotion and physicality that we never grow, we never enlarge - withering and dying inside which leads to dying on the outside.  So here change happens but in the saddest and most negative way that is not productive,

But if we keep a firm eye on our spirituality, and are content to never be content with who or what we are, constantly striving to be a better being while here on earth - we grow, we change, we transform.  Transformation the very essence of Khepra - :He Who Is Coming into Being - I feel this  - this is my prescribed course now - was - always.  When the pain peaks I am almost complete for I am coming into being