Gateway

The symbol of the cross was originally the priestess who dances and is, herself, the crossroad into which the spirit enters. Women naturally have this capacity on some level. The dance is the portal, her body the key which opens it and the place of invokation. Standing before the altar, which is a manifestation of her, Box of Blackness, all seeing, all knowing hive of Venus. Her teeming intelligences buzzzz, whirrr, expanding. There are ecosystems within ecosystems. In everything.

Wishing Well

A draught of love all around.
Wishing well is taking requests.
Gold and silver talents defray codb.

Venus Rises

Love is the force of self renewing life
Love is the universe in all of its manifestations
Mantis and serpent, both huntresses, you bookend,
Cup for a draught of rage lies broken in the ground,
Venus/Mars tango, alight, balance and oscillation = flight

Invoking Night

Owl cries in cedar by the back door.
Stillness listens, a taut web.
She in her web brings abrasax
Manifest holds moon and
Evening Star with her
Entourage swarming
Serpent wound round
Her heart in perfect unity
To this I dedicate the Night
This Season of dark
Welcome.

Face South,
From North,
East/West Axes,
This Crossroad.
The hive enters
Intelligences of Venus.
Love channel finds
Receivers like border radio
At Night.

Dionysus and Light
Prince of the Cthonian hour
Beauty is a Tango between
Polarities and their melding
Dark/light, matter/spirit,
understanding/mystery.
We keep starting fires
Sparked on desire
Ecosystems select traits
and our traits are the sum
of the ecosystems from
which our ancestors emerged
Expressed in the human
Genome. Spirit enters
Front door, Visible.
Black dog guard.

Moving out in all
Directions, Love Bomb
Engaged. Zora.
Make a failure a touchstone.
Study its facets because
It's already Karma
Lazy to not use it.
Curriculum Vitae -
Wise.

On the day of Mars,
Southward toward Fire,
Integration Dance.

Babalon Love Bomb

Spark
Flame
Bloom

In

Surrendering to knowledge
requires diligence, concentration
Peace.

With Myself

Anima project,
Balance of opposition,
Integration approach,

Venus Mars Oct. 5

In Finey’s book, she seemingly had the same magnet pointed to her head, with the same fillings swimming around in there.  What she discovered was a pattern between them.  Still not as neat and tidy as the Venus-Sun synodic cycle, but still more than I had ever read or learned.  She calls it “The Venus-Mars Saros cycle.” Similar to how you can study the life cycle of Eclipses, but instead, relating to Venus and Mars.  This is beyond the scope of this article, but here are some of the basics:

1. A Cycle begins with a Venus/Mars conjunction in the morning sky

2. It can be while Venus is retrograde or direct

3. The direct ones last much longer…nearly a thousand years longer (A Saros that started with Venus Rx, on average is 300 yrs; When it starts with a direct conjunction: 1200. Rx cycles move backwards through the Zodiac, Direct ones move forward.

4. They slowly move from the morning to the evening sky over the timespan of the Saros (explaining one of my initial questions!)

5. As with Brady’s Saros-Eclipse work, you study the chart for the first conjunction in the series to understand the succeeding conjunctions every 32 years, seeing its evolution.

Golden Lotus

She moves in a mysterious direction. Baile.

Be

Lotus blooms
Alchemy of elements
Dirt, rain, wind, sun

Yoga Tango Enter

The fury is tremendous
way beyond personal
crossroads channel
macro to micro tango
renunciation process
transpersonalization
giving the narrative
to infinite gestation
truly let go to empty
foxtrot tango echo
twisted story-lines
acquired with dna
transcend within
sending dreams
etheric media
process.
renounce.

The walls you constructed
served and now fall to a new
Life, bourn of lightness unbound.

Nexus/Cross

This crossroad
Heart-Flame
Bur Expand
Eco systemic
Vision spell

Garter Stripe Speed Racer

She's gone more in for a pop flair.
A slight mensware vibe, but still bohemian.
Potlatch buffet world rhizome incant.
Enchanted to meet across canyons
Manmade impediments don't hold in
Treks for wearing rainbow specs
Souls gone dark need cleansed of smoke
Re-enchantment is integration bridge
of chromic dimension multi-layered
and full of drama, movement, sex-appeal.
Fun and passion is all the rage, but in a
Different more tribal vibe. What we
Forgot to our detriment is the new wave
It's a story my people tell with a coiled
Skein of memory twisted in our cells
The serpent ascends from muddy waters
Feel. Acutely. I meet myself on a bridge
Gods of continents emerge recon.
Renouncing smoke and deluge for
a top down approach, sedimentary
layers reveal a connected heritage
outlasting aeons, emerging from
A cloud of smoke, Exotic Glamour
Bespeaking days of renunciation,
Redemption from the conflagrations
of a lifetime burning from the spark
of strange beginnings. For there are no
Wrong ways to make a journey if
Arrival is the result. What has been
Held back is sometimes the big
Big News. We are bigger than the
Puppet show. The Look these days is
Cosmic. This girl rocks a stellar
walk. She exudes neon and moonbeam
No more smoke in secret rage
She wears it as an accessory
Glamour requiring an air of mystery
But balanced with the softer elements
Boning is sometimes essential to the
Movement in the miraculous direction.

Shock Rain

There is a serpent in the desert
Making its way to the world of rain
Because she's dry-- showers bringing
Craving enchantment of a counterpart
Rainbow shades donned in rain
Spirit shows chaos, fire creatures
Warring along that border of totality
NorthWest with innundations
SouthEast with fire and wind
Earth moves in the middle
Chorus of older memory ignite
In this conflagration, re-serene the
Waters from the many and Rain
Reintigrate our older minds chorus
Chaac serpent language as a rainbow
Garter gunnysack to water writhe
(a memory offering to the stream)
Ritual ablution of smoke--Venus
In Her Arms, Serpentine Surprise
Her Garter Striped Speed Racer
Seeds sown, even long dormant
Were found in the pyramids and grew
Dandelion and mycelium and rhizome
and good vibrations and she danced
clean and escaped Texas and can't
go back. And what can of wormholes
got opened and why does it seem so
slippery? We surf. Excursing the
Photographic debris in strata.
Unpacking the inheritances of
Generations. Don mask of mud
and anoint with sacred oils to
rebalance the elements within.
I believe in miracles because they
are the thing we are. Transcendence.
Totality crossing. Damn fine coffee.
Frogs emerge from mud in the rain.
Harbingers. Emerge an amalgamation.
More than the sum of traumas.
Dogs agree, apparently. Call from
Odessa confirms. Phone home.
Confirms. Put down the baggage.
Omens stream. Durango Texas on
stream from Seattle. Thrice, now,
acknowledged. Spirits mass, awaiting
some expected event. It's reverential.
The tension of anticipation, but of what?
Someday, they say, a real rain. This
is the real rain but her most spectacular
blooms emerge from mud. Dormant seed,
forgotten flowers, return.

All The Way to Phoenix

The Message
Get Through
Round Up
Okay. Corral.
Totality Without.
Totality Within.
We Exist to Be.
Exactly This.
Exactly Now.
You see it.

Let Go. Empty.
Red Balloon.

Red Balloon.
From the Peaks
Run the Waters
Twinned. Many
Waters. Walla.
Upside/Down.
Stampede.

Phantom Moon

I saw a phantom moon.
Daytime. Wrong.
Place, time, size,
right phase.