Today’s Elemental reading (for a friend)

28 08 2012

https://twitter.com/#!/mamaheyoka/media/slideshow?url=pic.twitter.com%2FY6vpGdCY

I’ve been playing around with an interpretive elemental/pentagram spread in my readings recently, using the traditional ruling of the pentagram: Spirit, Air, Earth, Fire and Water.

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My revolution looks like…

19 08 2012

Yesterday, a friend of mine posed the question: “What does your revolution look like?”

I had to step back and really let this question become more than just words. My first thoughts were- what is it, exactly, that I am revolting?

My free form exploration of this idea is as follows:

I am revolting against fear.

The fear of loss, of incapability, of intolerance. The fear of failure, of strife and of lack.

I am revolting against time.

Deconstructing the perceived binds that are held by time, the limitations and boundaries that inhibit and stifle, the idea that there is not enough time. The miscalculations from now irrelevant past equations, the idealization of future events yet to occur.

I am revolting against space.

Releasing the need for a specific locality for proper manifestation, seeing the unlimited potential that stretches endlessly and connects all.

I am revolting against matter.

And the limitations I implant within myself when I take for granted the physical world that surrounds me. The world of light and subatomic waltzes is within all. Objects are merely uniquely constructed and arranged particles which are given life when named, categorized and observed.

What does my revolution look like?

My revolution looks like the ocean at dawn, just before the tide comes in. It looks like steam rising from the asphalt after a summer rain. It’s a leaf blowing down an alleyway, moss on a tombstone. My revolution is the faraway look on a child’s face as they watch the full moon rise in a starlit sky. My revolution is liberty, and is my birthright.

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Today, I took a walk and saw the world with a new set of eyes-

Here’s some of the beautiful things that caught my eye as I walked:

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“…how they twinkle”

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sudden and ubiquitous: joy

16 08 2012

“This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.”
― Rumi

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-Alex Grey, “Ocean of Bliss”

In the moment that I stop looking for the external to grant me validation for the love that I know is within every cell of my being, the unexpected moment of remembering, that it was there all along. I overlook, more often than I would like, the blissful joy that surrounds us all in every moment, awaiting discovery. While you are reading this, breathe in… feel the ionization of particles deep within you. Feel the power that you hold within yourself and know that you are full of beauty and grace and possibility stirring and spiraling; awaiting discovery. That is all… goodnight, many awe inspiring dreams to you all, you beautiful divine creatures.

“Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.”
― Rumi





Omega points and Wikipedia hopscotch

14 08 2012

Today, I was playing a game of Wikipedia hopscotch (one of my favorite morning activities, consists of starting at an article and jumping into other articles via hotlinks) and though I cannot recall the exact train of article jumps, I ended on omega point:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Omega_Point

“In this theory, developed by Teilhard in The Future of Man (1950), the universe is constantly developing towards higher levels of material complexity and consciousness, a theory of evolution that Teilhard called the Law of Complexity/Consciousness. For Teilhard, the universe can only move in the direction of more complexity and consciousness if it is being drawn by a supreme point of complexity and consciousness.” This brings me to the importance of the Wikipedia hopscotch. I had to really evaluate when I first found myself randomly flipping through and reading Wikipedia articles, I had moments of feeling like I was wasting time, and perhaps at some points in my explorations I certainly have done just that- but then there was an unfolding of manifested thought and matter before me- the synchronicity of the random, the magick of chaos. I have yet to have a time when playing my morning game of hopscotch that I don’t come across something relevant to my personal locality. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Principle_of_locality) And of course, I am becoming more aware every day of the presence of a quantum, holographic universe, but the point of this rambling (and forgive me, for the ramble, I needed to say something without organizing thoughts first and feeling my personally created obligation to blogging) is really to share the patterns that I have observed in my experience, from my point of locality in this infinite omniverse. Oracles abound, with or without a game of Wiki hopscotch, wherever you look, there you shall find. Is there not a perfect moment around us waiting to be observed at all times? The very existence of such events are quarry only when observed, thus the observer cannot be changed by the observed. In less than five minutes time one or more of my thoughts will manifest in some other form of matter (or non-matter) through my keen observation….. to be continued.





the hardest lessons

11 08 2012

Typically, the hardest lessons about one’s self come in that awkward moment of realizing that you were wrong. Emotional vomit, it gets me… I open my mouth and before I know it I’ve just ranted myself into an unnecessary tantrum. Once, when I was younger, these things would happen and I would blame it on the world around me, always circumstance. But my life is slowly becoming more microscopic and the details are always unavoidable. No one created this delirious version of reality but me. I find that reflection and retracing of actions and words lead to thoughts, which can be traced to roots. For every word, thought and action has a root which is sometimes embedded in deep, old parts of our selves that we are often unaware exist. They seed, gestate, and sprout into the will, regardless. The emotions, ruled by cups, by water, fluid and ever changing… life giving as well as taking. The thought, ruled by swords, by air, both piercing and protecting. The will, ruled by wands, by fire- creative and destructive fire. And the material, matter- ruled by disks, by earth- the form which we chose to give life, whether with intent or with lack thereof: the final solution. The pieces of self are unfolding, I see the parts of me that were trained from repeated words, emotional responses and actions… this which once seemed an infinite puzzle is becoming more like an enigmatic chasm that can be interpreted, navigated and slowly understood, like Pythia. Lucid living, lucid waking, awareness- awake! I hear your call, and I can only continue forward on this grand adventure, this bella vida! I wish I had captured the picture today, but as we drove home we saw a sign pasted to a road barrier: “Wake Up!”

Indeed.

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-the summer sky, as seen from Lido Beach, June 2012





The thrifting identity

10 08 2012

(from the Jupiter Space Blog)

 

the thrifting identity

Today, I went out to hunt and gather in the big world. I explored the uncharted territories of the Lutheran thrift store and found an immense amount of bargains that are either for kids back to school or for eBay sales  next week. I realized while I was shopping how much more comfortable I am within the world of the thrifters. I suppose to some it could be an alternate dimension that could be feared, with the screaming children, the hoarders, the trash disciples and the bag ladies. I suppose being a thrifter brought about a good deal of my interest in anthropology… from the time I was walking I absorbed every picture in the national geographics that my grandfather hoarded in his closet, and each trip to a goodwill with my nannie and poppa, grandparents or parents growing up was like a living national geographic to me. There were always relics from a plethora of different cultures, and the world of thrift itself was always it’s very own cultural experience. I’ve spent most of my life within the walls of a thrift store or another, and it wasn’t until today, at 31 years old that I realized how at home I felt. I walked around the many rooms of the church thrift store, tickled at how organized it is, so tickled in fact, that I left my name and number as a contact for volunteering (which entitles me to first dibs on items as well as 50% 0ff!) and found the company of the older church ladies very soothing to my soul. I made one last stop at the habitat for humanity restore before shipping my eBay items, in search of more items to resell or school clothes for the kids and found more treasures! Everyone I met, employee or shopper gave me the nod or a smile. I looked around and I thought to myself, I like this life just fine. And I do. Perhaps it’s growing up, perhaps it’s getting to know myself deeper, but I am happy with where my life is,  right now and that is a very good thing indeed.

Today’s finds include:

Bissell baglass vacuum (talked them down to $6)
HUGE bag of kids clothes, me clothes and eBay clothes, four records and a magnet ($20)
Two stylish and eBay worthy winter coats ($2)

 

 

 

http://mystic-sherpa.blogspot.com/2012/08/the-thrifting-identity.html





Off to Miami!

31 07 2012

Dragging my feet getting ready looking for veggie spots and juice bars, but getting on the road in 5!

Really excited, have never been to Miami, and I suppose I never figured I would go. Of course I have always been attracted to the Hemingway, Cuban, Haitian and Art Deco aspects, but I sort of wrote it off my potential Map when I was a kid and realized how far the tip of Florida is to get to. Had some lovely green juice this morning: https://twitter.com/i/#!/mamaheyoka/media/slideshow?url=pic.twitter.com%2FobxKrYcQ for energy on the road!

Have a beautiful week, lovelies! I will blog and twitter as I can from Miami!

Shine on, you crazy diamonds!