Three and Thee

Some people don't get it. That's okay. A word of advice, however: unethical actions create their own consequences. Talk to any pagan and mention the Rule (or Law) of Three. You want love? Make it. You want peace? Be it. You get the drift. You want your bad karma rebounding on you, go ahead, act like an ass (or other appropriate barnyard animal).


A Sorrow: For Wrath

Provoked by a pug-nosed, penitent, cloven-hoofed piggy
I, skyclad, shake with Pele's fury
a cockshrew, a corkscrew
a crevasse, a hole
swallows peace in the morning
before dawn, hot smokes roll
this trespasse stirs my center aflame
awake the dragon and learn.

Not tied to hoard
like the piggy who wallows
in wastes of consumption -- her own --
she just squeals and squeals
(like the ring of a phone)
wanting this, wanting that,
steals from others to get fat,
she ruts in her muck,
loves to wallow.

Loose a sow in the garden?
Give your jewels to thieves?
Dine with a swine
wiping its ass on dead leaves?
The stain covering you, it remains, it remains
your words sound false, your karma's refrain
no matter how fiercely I try to restrain
my breath, hold in
my fire
it blasts, it blasts,
my wings beating fast,
my eye seeing far,
to the Mordor of East
Pele calls me.

A blonde hair, a toenail
a picture, a poppet
-- such elements make their own magic and steam --
do I find you to bind you? Nay,
I come while you dream
in your dark hour asleep
my breath moves, it rasps,
my wrath creeps, it blasts,
the smokey heat, my cold stare
the old smell, your face there
a winged embrace, sullen piggy, awake.
Wake, wake to my flame.

Pluto's Move

A while back -- must have been June -- the Venus transit really stirred some shit up. Venus crossed the path of the Sun, eclipsing him while surrounded by him, and she traveled across his face in front of everyone. What a jaunty dame. A show-off. But Venus was on the stage, engaged in a flirtation with Pluto as they circled one another across the cosmic table. One said to the other, "I'm not budging. You first." She glided silkily across the Sun who, tormented by the dualing pair, beamed the conflicted love energies to Gaia. It's understandable. You would probably be conflicted, too, if Pluto was stalking you. You'd probably like it a little bit though, probably more than you'd want to admit. You might even dig it solidly.

So what did the Sun do? Did he protect her with his mighty rays? Did he interfere in the match? Did he deflect Pluto's intense vibrations from Gaia's lap? Nope. He just illuminated the show-down so we could become aware of what was really going on in the universe. Eventually, they came to a different dalliance, but the Sun had nothing to do with the cosmic resolution. Darker love energies became more intense with the aspects formed, bringing certain relationships into clearer focus and many individuals into fuller awareness of what they desire and what they can and cannot have. Have you seen or felt the darker aspects of the feminine welling up since then, challenging our most basis assumptions about consciousness, relationships, life on this planet? Gaia weeps and stirs, trembles and heaves, and she opens wide her arms to receive it all. She knows how futile it is to resist love in any form.

Some stir, churn, crouch, and bend. They try to release their obsessive desires and recreate themselves in the light creating and distorting the shadows. They seek to release their need to be in control and refuse to take responsibility for other people's dramas. They calculate their stance and lean into a fluid motion, a motion not lethargic but vital, not desperate but charged, seeking a playful resolution to all of the dark secrets hurtling about creating obsessions and fixations. Most amorous dramas.

Now Pluto stations himself direct after doing his backwards step since March. What's going on between he and Venus these days? They still hanging out? Well, their relationship will no doubt keep us sky-gazin', gyratin', and generally indulgin' in all sorts of delightful devilments until at least December. Stay tuned.

Heat

If life is a stage, and we the players, then who writes the damn script? Suppose, for a moment, it is you. Yes, you. You, the individual, collaborating with they, the collective. What do you want your life to look like? Write the script. Go ahead, try. You are already anyway. All the time.

Now suppose, for a moment, that the universe, as the rate of its expansion increases, speeds our thoughts even more rapidly into manifestation. What then? Do we "reprogram" ourselves, become our best dreams instead of our worst nightmares? Can we shift into such a state? And can we allow ourselves to dream, to fantasize, about what we desire and need our lives to look like?

Is all this suffering really necessary?

I propose radical new possibilities for my life and yours. Do something good with your intentions (instead of merely having them). I intend to have some fun with these big, bad desires I have. You should, too.

If life is a waking dream, then you, my friend, are the lucid dreamer. Get busy.