Saturday, September 30, 2006

Frozen in time: the giant squid in the Melbourne Aquarium, 2nd last day!

Phew! I just made it, and did manage to check out the giant squid in the Melbourne Aquarium,and here you see the sketch I did of it, while standing there; a bit of a challenge for both artist and scanner, believe me! At first, I did not believe I had found it, because it no longer lives, but lies preserved in ice, and lots of other people did not believe it either. But it looks neither very large nor very scary, in its bed of ice... If you still don't believe me, that it really does look a bit like this, the official postcard-photo follows, also a bit of a challenge for the scanner, and, as you see, I could not get the text at all... Its living relatives, the Humboldt squid, called "red devils" by the fishermen of Mexico, seem much scarier, and command a healthy respect!  Posted by Picasa

A good Big Day Out/holiday excursion

And much as I wanted to, I couldn't entirely escape the footy Grand Final either, because the Aquarium reminded us to catch the last five minutes or so on their own big screen, so I did manage to see the Eagles put a final nail in the Swans' coffin (http://afl.com.au/default.asp?pg=news&spg=display&articleid=301141pg=news&spg=display&articleid=301141 - you may have to copy and paste this link to the stats as an unbroken link in your browser, if you want to check it!), but it looks like the Swans did not even really get a look-in this day of the Blue Lunar Eagle (see, I told everyone it looked like the omens favored the Eagles, and they have landed!)... I recommend the Aquarium to anyone living in or passing through Melbourne, as it represents a really good day out: funnily enough, a similar cool but sunny, early spring day saw Bjorn Erik and me visit the Bergen Aquarium to check out the spider exhibition, and I reckon a job in the aquarium, especially diving among the sharks and rays at feeding time, would amount to one of the world's coolest jobs! I really envied those divers, but had fun also "diving down" and popping my head up, gopher-like, through some of their little glass bubbles, for a fish-eye view!

Discussing fish "smarts", i.e. memory, learning, communication, sharks came up trumps every time; apparently they recognise the divers individually, despite the anonymity of their wetsuits and helmets, and can apparently sense whether a person seems nervous or relaxed by their heartbeats, and respond appropriately, by either swimming around them in a relaxed way, or avoiding them. They also have a special sensory organ for detecting electrical fields around fish, so maybe they actually read auras? And they have lived longer on this planet than practically anything else, since before the dinosaurs in fact! And now their worst enemy, the worst enemy of practically everything else, seems... us! ;-P And I will keep my eyes open on the beach this summer for a little spiral, rubbery, twisted thing, which you could mistake for a bit of tyre or kelp, that might just possibly represent the egg of a Port Jackson shark (yes, some sharks do lay eggs, although most bear live young!)...or possibly some other weird shape, from some other species? Go, the Sharks! (Why do we not have a footy team named after them, although the Rugby League does have a team called the Cronulla Sharks) ;-))
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Friday, September 29, 2006

Welcome to my world!

A little collage I made: says it all, really! ;-)) Posted by Picasa

Thursday, September 28, 2006

Stunning original antique absinthe posters, from La Belle Epoque!

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Sims update: I have got the Goth senior family, grandparents of little Cassandra, to have (not adopt!) another one, when they seemed past their prime, and raise him into little Gomez Fester Adam Goth (thinking of the Addams family), lol! So what relation does he have to Cassandra, i.e. the son of your grandparents? lol

Their huge, haunted mansion, with adjoining cemetery, seemed a bit big and unwieldy, not to mention overfurnished, with all the dying rubber tree potplants, despite the maid and gardener services doing their best, so I moved them all into a slightly smaller mansion, still with ample room to put all their favorite things, and less of the sheer clutter: the Porte Rouge Villa, named for its fancy schmanzy red doors all around the place, downstairs! I think I have created my best ever kid's room, upstairs, for little Gomez, with a picture of an admiral overlooking the study/computer desk, a leopard skin rug on the polished floorboards, and otherwise absolutely every fun thing a child could wish for! Also nice green velvet drapes, like the ones in his parents' master bedroom, and nice white lacy ones on the windows on the landing. I like the feel of this house, and I could actually live in it myself: it has kind of a real, old-fashioned "Southern belle" type feel to it, and a real "New Orleans" atmosphere (but not haunted and oppressive, like their previous mansion), and I also moved in the cutting edge of domestic service technology, a robot servant, which seems all you could ever wish for in domestic service, with the added bonus that you can use the toilet while the robot cleans the bathroom, and not feel embarrassed, unlike with a human maid! They also seem the only one of my families to afford not only Servo, the robot servant, but also both a vibrating love-bed, AND a heart-shaped hot tub (at the upper end of the bed and tub markets)! ;-))

They also have two nice little Siamese cats, appropriately and academically named Hecuba and Aristotle (Gunther works as a college dean).

The only drawback seems that this scenario has crashed on me twice already tonight: only up to the Sims Unleashed (i.e. with pets) expansion pack, and already the program has got a little too big for my computer to handle? ;-P

I WANNA PARTY!!! lol

P.S. I actually judge a family by its kid's rating, as opposed to its parents', and little Gomez's has dropped from an A+ to a B+, despite my best efforts, so I will give them a little time to (hopefully) refresh themselves, before revisiting, OK?

P.P.S. I have re-created the Goth snr family, at a relatively minor level (minus kid!) in neighbourhood one, also in my coveted Porte Rouge villa mansion, hehe!

Monday, September 25, 2006

Future possibilities of weird digital technology?

Reflecting on the weird things I have seen displayed on my TV screen lately:

(1) the TV still on in the morning, because I basically only put it on late at night to help me to get to sleep, and sometimes someone is reading the news on SBS in Japanese or Russian, or something, only the newsreader looks like a Sim!

(2) Sims scenarios I have not created, let alone saved, playing themselves out wildly on the TV screen, in disaster mode, because uncontrolled by any me at the helm, as "Big Brother/Sister", i.e. fires, houses burning to the ground, war scenes, Sims dying all over the place, etc., as will happen if you leave the game at all unattended; then of course, if left on inadvertently, you always have the option to quit and not save, but when these unsolicited Sims scenarios appear in the corner of my TV screen (or sometimes, more hypnagogically, hologrammatically and mysteriously in the reflected light of my Chinese Buddha ball on the ceiling), you have no control over them, because you never initiated them anyway, and they just fade into the ethers again when you switch the TV or the Buddha ball off... What happens exactly, in these cases, I have no idea, because I usually find myself in a hypnagogic state anyway, and therefore fairly befuddled, and in a quasi-dream-like state anyway...

Help! the Sims have invaded or possessed my TV (not to mention my mind)? But how can they do this in the first place? Since I have turned the computer off, saved such games as I wanted to save, and only left the TV on, to go to sleep... But why should the TV and computer communicate with each other anyway, when neither of them seems particularly communicating with me? Why should the computer in particular communicate anything at all when switched off? (Who said computers did not have their own binary-bit dreams, when in their downtime, switched-off mode? If our brains resemble computers in some ways, why should computers also not resemble our dreaming brains? Deep questions indeed, for the cognitive scientists and AI practitioners among us to ponder, on the cutting edge between psychology, philosophy and computer science/sci fi, here?)

On the practical, or mundane level, I realise it suggests a possibility of captured little animated webshots of live Sims scenarios, and playing them as little animated movies on my TV, although how to do this, I have not the foggiest, at the moment...

Josh possibly has some clues, since he did play a DVD once from my DVD drive directly on to my TV, but I have no idea how he actually did this, and he seemed like a cool computer wizard or magician, at the time!

Somehow it seems related to the fact that I have the computer and TV connected physically to the same power socket in the wall? ;-P

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

R.I.P. carved Indian peace-pipe :-((

My carved Indian (from India) old faithful peace-pipe just died on me last night, i.e. it still sucked, but I could not screw the bowl back on to the stem after cleaning, and the main requirement of a working pipe, which sounds pornographic, I know (!) seems that it must both screw AND suck; if it doesn't suck, then, like a vacuum cleaner, it sucks! ;-P

So now I find myself in the market for a new pipe, and the only tobacconist around here that stocks them won't get any till Friday (when it will receive quite a big shipment!) - but in the meantime, I would suffer pipe-deprivation, and must smoke rollies, which I have never done well!... ;-P

So I also went to the bong shop, to see if they had anything in the way of ordinary tobacco pipes, and they had a couple, not much, and their normal ones seemed way too dear, much dearer than in the tobacconist's, so I got a baby corn cob, which doesn't screw (too young to screw? lol), but hopefully it will suck, temporarily, until Friday; and a weird little smoke (from Missouri, USA) it seems too... Funnily enough, Josh's father thought he could see me as an old lady smoking one of those, and I thought him tripping, at the time! lol

And they declare pipe-smoking bad for you, but so far I have outlived all my pipes, so stick that in your pipe and smoke it (as the 10 of Wands in the Voodoo Tarot would say)! lol

Sims update: my second alien abduction, and this time I saw it with my own eyes - Bella Goth, nurse, average job performance, with above-average logic rating, got into a little amateur astronomy, and, while gazing at the stars late at night through their telescope on the 2nd floor balcony, got well and truly "beamed up, Scotty!" Eek! OK, in the interests of "weird science", let us hold it right there, and see how Mortimer does, holding the fort as an average science teacher (with potential to get into a little "weird chemistry" of his own, in Cassandra's 2nd floor kitchenette)...

Cassandra seems no longer a super-kid, btw, rather a "bad little kid" in her "bad little kid" T-shirt, with no interest in either weird chemistry or astronomy...

The Mozarts, however, continue to do well in their new residence, after I resurrected them from their double tragedy (both parents died, one fatal night, of that wandering sickness-virus I told you about, which actually haunted what little sleep I had that night of the "heavenly insomnia"!)... They had a back-from-the-dead party, and rock on - although the hamster died, in the family room (no longer the kid's bedroom, in case their deaths did get caused by an allergy to the hamster!), despite the continued best attentions of A+ Wolfi Junior, so maybe the hamster did carry the fatal virus, in which case, good riddance to bad rubbish? (And maybe they can get a decent pet, when I graduate to Sims with Unleashed Pets?) lol

P.P.S. Yes, in the interests of "weird science", Bella did live to tell of her weird alien-abduction tale (or not!), and came back from her gazing experience with renewed super-powers to repair both little Cassandra's computer (when it went bung!) and the dish-washer, which flooded... So, if she remains a stay-at-home mum after all this, who cares? She will have a wealth of experience to relate, to whoever listens.... ;-))

Today's I Ching

Today's I Ching, Hexagram 3, "Difficulty at the Beginning", the image of a lady retreating from a suitor to whom she feels attraction, suggests to me the association of playing hard to get, i.e. feigning initial reluctance or unwillingness, will make someone or something pursue you all the harder... Interesting image; not at all sure how it will relate to my life today. What does anyone else with access to the I Ching think?

Since my hexagram of the year equates to number 50, Ting, "The Cauldron", I currently work on constructing a third leg for my cauldron: with the Tarot and runes relatively more familiar, I hope that the I Ching, in its relative unfamiliarity, will supply a more stable base for my bubbling witches' brew ;-))

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Hexagram 1, Active Heaven

With yesterday's hexagram, according to The Tao of Chaos, insomnia seems a very real possibility, and I certainly found it so, unable to get to sleep, despite the best intentions, and waking up early... Not particularly depressed or anxious, just very, very tired from excess of yang energy yesterday; interestingly, this also relates to the insomnia card in the Voodoo Tarot (9 of Swords), which links it with angelic energy, while the I Ching calls it "dragon energy"... ;-))

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Sims update (for Kelly, and anyone else interested!)

I have created a few "super-kids" by now, boys and girls, A+ grades, happy-go-lucky, well-adjusted, play with, feed and clean their hamsters, have plenty of time for fun after minimal study, bring up their dysfunctional parents (lol!): Cassandra Goth also turned into one, after some doubts, and allowing plenty of time, before revisiting that household, for the characters to "refresh" themselves (a little trick if you don't like how a scenario goes: quit and save if it has redeemable elements, quit and don't save if it seems a total disaster, like when one of my mothers got sick, with a virus, picked up from her super-kid daughter, from school, and died... You have to watch sickness sneaking in: the kids usually pick it up - from school, or an allergy to their hamsters, which they otherwise love? - and tends to spread to the parents, who then find it harder and harder to get to work, even if they had good, or reasonable jobs, and for some reason the Sims game does not provide medical treatment among the available "services" you can ring, so there just doesn't seem much you can do about it; hot baths and chicken soup provide some temporary relief, but do not cure! ;-P)

Funnily enough, I find myself more interested in the family dynamics of households with kids than any "hot dates" for the singles, although I have got up to expansion pack 4, Hot Date!) - however one of my happily married couples, the first one, the Mozart family, average parents of my above-average Wolfi Junior, did manage to have a "hot date" just grooving and dancing, and kissing, to the jukebox in their kitchen, while the kid happily amused himself blowing soap-bubbles!

Btw, the bubble-blower seems a great "fun-refresher", as close as the Sims families get to drugs... lol! You buy this bubble-blowing machine, especially if the kids seem excited about the idea when they talk, and the whole family sits around this thing like a giant water-pipe, or bong? lol! getting really silly and giggling, with bubbles pouring out rather than smoke... Just like marijuana for the whole family? The family that bongs on, stays together? lmao)

Superkids as some of my kids seem, they still seem in some way "freaks" as they have no friends in the neighbourhood, and even when Wolfi Junior got invited to Sylvester Newbie's birthday party, he just stood around outside, although others had asked him in; i.e. he just took one look at the crowd gathered within, and thought, "Nuh... not my kind of scene"? lol Even Cassandra Goth does not respond positively to him when he just rings up for a chat, and they both have their own recycled phones in their rooms! lol So, no little Mensa Junior society happening in the neighbourhood... but perhaps that just amounted to a crazy, freakish idea of my own! lol

But you gotta love how the kids' funtime interests and pastimes (chess, painting, music, on both electric guitar and piano) gets their parents in, and helps them with their job skills! (what I mean, by the idea of "kids bringing up their parents"!) hehe

Oh, btw, one other crazy thing that happened: Bella Goth, after an unsuccessful attempt to adopt a second baby, although she sacrificed her medical technician job to do this: i.e. at least one partner, and they mostly seem mothers, because they have the less well-paying jobs, has to demonstrate some initial commitment and dedication, although fathers can do their share of co-parenting, to relieve mum, when not too bummed themselves!) decided to tinker with their homechemistry lab, for a bit of fun, and trying to get refreshed, as the potion had had this effect before, and instead of refreshment, she got turned into a lumbering female Frankenstein monster, which effect, thankfully, soon wore off while Mortimer and Cassandra still found themselves at work and school: he has the job of science teacher, btw!)... So you have to watch that messing with chemistry sets: sometimes you get weird side-effects: another one with a chemistry set even got fined for releasing toxic fumes into the neighbourhood!) But Bella's monstrous, if temporary, transformation, seems as close I have got so far to anything weird, like an alien abduction! Talk about "weird Sim science", lol!

I still haven't found out yet how to upload webshots, so unfortunately I cannot send pictures of any of this yet! ;-P

P.S. On Sims update: breaking news - just happened today! My first Sims alien abduction - omg, little Cassandra Goth, on waking up in the middle of the night, after a quick toilet dash and her usual minimal (A+) study, decided to use their home telescope, on her 2nd floor balcony, to gaze at the stars... Omg, amateur astronomy seems possibly as dangerous as amateur chemistry, because, while Mortimer and Bella rattled around downstairs, fixing breakfast (as you do!) they suddenly heard screams emanating from above, ran up to check on Cassandra, and broke down in tears when they found her missing, and the telescope deserted... I quit, and did not save, unsure as to whether the "alien abduction" effect has permanence, like the Grim Reaper effect, or remains only temporary, like the Frankenstein monster effect! ;-P

P.P.S. (Meta-game reflection): Still too scared to go near the Mozart family for a while, as sickness seems to have got a hold, via Wolfi Junior, so maybe they need quarantining? Maybe this also amounts to a hint, from the game itself, to start developing the "Hot Date" scenarios with the singles, as the families have reached, or reach, their maximum potential at this stage? ;-p

Monday, September 11, 2006

The Tao of Chaos

I have strange thoughts on digital vs. analog (from the Tao of Chaos, mentioned yesterday), on waking up at nearly noon, having slept my sorrows away at Collingwood dropping out of the finals, to our first truly "solar" spring day... although why the sun continues to shine, with Collingwood dropped out of the finals, I have no idea! How dare it? lol

I changed my watch from my digital, footy season watch to my analog, non-footy-season, Spiderman watch, and it occurs to me, this seems probably a good thing, because analog has such advantages over digital, that airlines have even reverted to it, for their measuring instruments, i.e. digital only gives you discrete numbers, separate chunks of information, e.g. "you have 50 l. of petrol left in your tank", but it does not tell you whether this means, "almost full" or "almost empty", as an analog measurement and display will! Analog clocks and watches show you the relationship between hours, minutes and seconds, where digital ones do not, i.e. if you don't know the convention that 11:59 will flip over to 12:00, you might think it will just go on forever, to 11:60, 11:61, etc., until it runs out of room on the LCD display, like the numbers on a pocket calculator! lol

Do kids brought up with digital clocks, watches and calculators really know how to "tell the time", I wonder? ;-))

Yesterday's I Ching
>> The present is embodied in Hexagram 64 - Wei Chi (Before Completion): There may be progress and success in these circumstances. We see a young fox that has nearly crossed the stream, when its tail gets immersed. There will be no advantage in any way. The first (bottommost) line, divided, shows its subject like a fox whose tail gets immersed. There will be occasion for regret.

I certainly did have occasion for regret, listening to the footy! ;-P

Maybe Collingwood getting to the finals, and then dropping out, equates to the inner meaning of "before completion"? So, while the Collingwood cheer squad will NOT sing at the Gawith AGM, as threatened, promised and even permitted, I won't necessarily cry into my lunch either; every year, Jews say at Passover, "Next year, in Jerusalem"; every year, Collingwood supporters say, "Next year the flag"? Oh, well, we mostly gave them a good run for their money, while it lasted! *sigh*

(The Tarot did not look good yesterday, either, what with the 3 of Swords in my cyber-Tarot, and the 10 of Swords in my personal Tarot: oh, well, the good thing about the 10 of Swords seems that Azaka the labourer rises to a brand-new day, and a rainbow of future promise, having already seen the worst!) lol

Saturday, September 09, 2006

Daija View: Pluto... an archetype in transition

Pluto a Planet? Or Not? How does this affect us Astrologically?...

Pluto, if you've noticed, they have redefined as a "dwarf planet." According to the new definition, we define a planet as a celestial body that (a) has an orbit around the sun, (b) has enough mass to be nearly round and (c) dominates its orbit. The astronomers have tried to define only what "planet" means in our own solar system, without considering planets around other stars. The new resolution also defines a class of "dwarf planets" that meet the first two criteria above, but not the last. This class includes Pluto as well as a slightly larger object known as 2003 UB313 discovered in 2005 (Sedna, now Pluto's bigger sister, not little?), and probably several other icy bodies in the Kuiper Belt beyond Neptune. It also includes Ceres, the biggest of the rocky asteroids circling the sun between the orbits of Mars and Jupiter.

So astrologically, what exactly does all this scientific hype mean? What should we do with Pluto's demoted dwarfed status? Actually, nothing. ...Pluto dwarfed or not, truly acts like what he represents. Not satisfied in the physical, trying desperately to return to his 'spiritual or supernatural status' of nothing vs. something. Of course many people may feel uncomfortable because one of the facts we felt sure of -- that we have nine planets in our solar system -- they have suddenly taken away. Actually, astronomers have disputed Pluto's status as a planet for years, and that disagreement came to a head when they discovered Pluto-sized 2003 UB313 last year, in 2005. Did this new object also amount to a planet, or something else? The debate led to the classification of both Pluto and the new object as dwarf planets. The new system seems more likely to last. We now have four small rocky planets (Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars) and four large gas planets (Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune). The asteroid belt separates the two groups. In addition we have a number of dwarf planets, comets and other smaller objects in the outer region called the Kuiper Belt. Astronomers expect to discover several other dwarf planets in the next few years. Many of these objects seem to most likely represent debris left over from the formation of the solar system. If they taught you a particular phrase to help in remembering nine planets in order, such as "My Very Educated Mother Just Served Us Nine Pizzas," you may wonder what phrase to use now. Astronomy Professor Phyllis Lugger at Indiana University suggests the following: "My Very Educated Mother Just Served Us Nachos."

So astrologically, what shall we do with Pluto's demoted dwarfed status? Actually, nothing, in my professional opinion, because Pluto has ruled Scorpio since 1930 or so, and because astrologically, we've also given Pluto an archetypical personality to coincide with the constellation associated with the 8th house. That personality represents transition-transformation and the desire of moving from the form of mass in the physical to the form of spirit -- which of course equates to our natural essence of being. This personality while needing or desiring you to see it while here on this earth, in physical form... never exits from the true status of SPIRIT or etherial, as in supernatural/spiritual. Pluto dwarfed or not, truly acts like what he represents -- not satisfied in the physical, trying desperately to return to his spiritual or supernatural status with the perpetual tension of nothing versus something. Yet, while here in life playing his flute, he physically hides behind a secretive bigger-than-life HUMAN ego that tends to erupt secretly, or behind closed doors. More often than not, especially seen in throes of passion, for example, in the bedroom, this personality expresses via extraordinary sweaty exhaustive displays that could take a variety of twists and turns while on our human way to the heights of carnal satisfaction. No wonder I've been skeptical of the Scorpian Nature -- even my own! We all have a little bit of Scorpio in our nature to some degree or another. And if you're a true blue Scorpio Sun personality, that seems pretty awesome. Removing Pluto, and replacing Mars, as your planetary ruler will guarantee only that you now will become only the second hottest Red Hot Lover of the Zodiac! Western astrology altered tradition and replaced Mars with Pluto as the ruler of Scorpio. So does this mean for all you hot and passionate Scorpios out there that you suddenly have lost your energy, sensuality, or karma considerations? Heavens no! In fact to the contrary. Pluto, astrologically and astronomically recognized as the ninth planet -- or reduced to status of dwarf doesn't change the solar system at all, nor does it affect the archetype of the 8th house, astrologically. The 8th house still seems where your greatest transformation takes place, and in every way, especially spiritually and physically, while present on this planet earth. I plan to replace Pluto with Mars, as the ruler for Scorpio, returning to traditional astrology. And in so doing, my dear tantalizing Scorpios this will only enhance your natural desires for change, and of course, make you all that much actively Hotter and more intense and even with more robust activity in the process! Cool your jets, and relax. . . you've still Got it per se, and there's no need for Cialis or Valentra, just yet!

Monday, September 04, 2006

Open email letter to go with article to Bjorn Erik tomorrow (Red Lunar Moon)

>While in France most of the locals brought up the dragon over and over (expecially when discussing St. Michel)and made sure I knew that the dragon was paganism. Many of the stone coffins had Dragons at their feet.

You could also interpret these dragons as some sort of guardian spirits, surely? Even Michael has something fierce and dragon-like about him; if you see the William Blake engraving of Michael slaying the dragon, Michael looks particularly mean and dragon-like, not to mention sadistic, while the dragon just looks anguished and distraught! ;-P

>Gone, but never forgotten: so the endless theorizing about what the Grail is and where it can be found has been going on since the the Christianizing of the British Isles. For every pagan tale fitted with a holy hat (like the grave-stones tea_pi mentioned with dragons at their feet and Christian symbols on their crowns), the imagination is haunted by what lies buried there.

And nowhere did this pagan/Christian syncretism happen more seamlessly and non-violently than in Ireland, Brendan, so sometimes we do not know whether we look at a Christian artefact with Druid ornamentation, or vice versa! I know they boast of Patrick that he drove "all the snakes" out of Ireland, but I think we can take that as some sort of metaphor, perhaps for defeating the Druids in some sort of display of wordcraft? ;-))

>Next morning, a fisherman saw her corpse floating near the shore and recognized her by her lily-white skin and golden hair. She was buried under a rock on the shore with the dirge of the waves as her requiem. Every year, on Beltane eve, it is said that the Kelpie gallops across the green on his sea-horse swift as the wind, with the mournful ghost of a maiden held fast on the saddle before him.

Does it not strike you as funny, Brendan, how we love to anthropomorphize Death, a tendency which Terry Pratchett for one vigorously and humorously resists, with his Death, who ALWAYS TALKS IN CAPS, LIKE THIS, lol! If we must have an image of Death at all, the whirling vortex of a whirlpool itself would seem to me far more appropriate, and certainly corresponding well to the amorphously murky, watery depths of Scorpio, as it does in the Tarot! ;-))

> Winnie! It was YOUR Birthday.:) HAPPY HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What a joy knowing you

Many happy solar returns, whomever! lol

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Al-Hallaj

...Spooky; on reading this article, I now see why my beloved chose to call himself after him! ;-))
In fact, it seems to me very appropriate that I print this out (when I have access to a printer, tomorrow) for my beloved, after a long letter-writing lapse, cos I had no idea what to reply by way of encouragement to his last, very despairing letter (which you can see for yourselves at
www.bjornerik.blogspot.com), i.e he remains Al-Hallaj, and I remain, as ever, Javad Nurbaksh, "In the Tavern of Ruin" ;-))

http://www.gnosis.org/ecclesia/lect153.htm

>just got to read these words... wonderful.......perhaps you have a manner of rememberance we all here can choose or refuse:) to participate in on the Sept 8

Use the readings in any way, manner or ritual format you see fit on that day? I will ;-))

>and perhaps others would like to contribute to or add to or just participate in. would you be willing to form a little ritual for us here?

I would have no idea how, t, sorry! ;-P

>For the circle was the simple affirmation of that spaciousness which is consciousness itself.
Nice; reminds me of the Hermetic-Gnostic line: "God is the circle whose centre is everywhere and whose circumference is nowhere" ;-))

vbeg @ It was a divine schizoid madness that overcame him as he began to identify with such powers more than his own mortality. He loved some of them far more than his own limitation. The only thing that kept his madness from being was that at the core they all somehow merged into one Being-ness. Whether Goddess of Love or Angel of Death, the Crucified One or the laughing Buddha, each identity arose finally as a fluid manifestation from a formless Presence. And in this light too he saw eating, drinking, defecating, urinating humanness. He accepted all that appeared without judgment or loss of common sense.

Beautiful!!! Or in the words of Mike Scott:
*i saw the crescent
you saw the whole of the moon* ;-))

>what he evokes in the triangle is the reflection on the surface of the mirror of consciousness itself. And humbled, knew the mirror still gathered rust.

"Awareness is a mirror reflecting the four elements.
Beauty is a mind that is open,
and a heart that generates love."
(Thich Nhat Hanh, mindfulness gatha on looking in mirror) ;-))

>I have also come to appreciate Hendrix.

...as I have come to appreciate Elvis, hardly surprising since his Heartbreak Hotel became the #1 hit the year of my physical birth (1956)? You gotta love it when they spotted him as a "white man with a black man's voice" - possibly due to Native American blood? ;-))

Speaking of the Beatles, in the context of my Musical Tarot, I think also Paperback Writer got included (as King of Swords)... the court cards proved particularly difficult to pin with songs! lol

And of course, Norwegian Wood, among others, which my own beloved nearly ruined for me in Norway, as it amounted to the only thing he could play on guitar, along with a small composition of his own; except now it gives me nostalgic goose, or gnosis, bumps, whenever I hear it? (the something-or-other of Cups, I think) ;-))

> "O! I hello the moon!"

See today's subject- and signature-lines ;-))

And then the springtime brought on its usual (literal) fever, as does the transition into autumn, from which I slowly recover today; taking it easy with these inspirational words helps, as does the gentle and healing day of the Blue Cosmic Hand/Deer (Mayan calendar) itself!...

I still find said spring fever difficult to shake, as we speak; I find it difficult to identify which season I like the most, except in Norway that would definitely equate to winter, when we had SNOW!!! Norwegians thought me mad for enjoying it so much, but believe me, REAL snow amounts to a definite novelty for an Aussie (I got born in the wrong country; even my Chinese horoscope said a Monkey/Pisces could do well in the job of "ski instructor"... as if, born far from any snowfields here! But funnily enough, that seems the first thing I decided I wanted to become when I grew up, at age 5... though where I got the idea from, god/dess only knows) ;-))

I can sure tell you which season I like least, and that would equate to spring, with autumn following a close second; even though we all look forward to spring, and welcome its first signs in the returning light, flowers and morning songs of birds (a hallelujah of magpies, hehe!), its equinoctial instability does very strange things to my system indeed, i.e. first I want to shave my head, to resemble the sheep who also get shorn of their winter coats about this time ("oh, the springtime it brings on the shearing; click go the shears, click, click, click!" Aussie traditional bush song), I find that the days alternate between mild and balmy, and sullen and overcast (like today), and at night I just cannot get warm, no matter how I try to snuggle under the doona, that seemed more than enough all winter, with the result that I have spent the last long weekend wracked with coughing at night, and presumably keeping all the other tenants awake... Hopefully, I will find myself acclimatized enough to the new season to return to work tomorrow... And they say that, statistically, more people commit suicide in, yes, you guessed it! spring... Presumably because you can survive a whole winter (and even the holiday season, in the northern hemisphere) chronically depressed, but when spring comes, and your life has still not got any better, while everyone else looks more cheerful, you just give up... ;-P

*April is the cruellest month*(T.S.Eliot) ;-P

Actually, come to think of it, even in Norway, spring seemed just the season when all the snow turned to slush, and sludge! Let's NOT hear it for spring! o O... do I hear the sounds of distant poets champing at the bit already, with their spring rhapsodies? Call this an anti-rhapsody, if you like! lol

> I just want to understand the shadows on the wall

So sad, thisisthedove, and so reminding me of what happened to my beloved and me; but perhaps, as Al Hallaj, he flies on, anyway (I KNOW he does!). Translating from the Norwegian Krakeviks Songbook CD his parents gave me one (gotta revisit this CD in the evening!):

"In the Evening

"In the evening when it gets dark and all go to rest
then I shut up the stable and the barn.
And the sparrows bed down, each one in its little nest,
then you too presumably go to your rest.
But since I no longer know how to pass the time,
for in the long nights I feel so full of longing.
I just don't feel like sleeping.

"Now you stand before the mirror and comb your hair,
so black and serious your eye.
Then your heart may well beat, but why it beats,
you don't exactly know just yet,
for you haven't let anyone come close enough to you yet.
But your poor clothes hang on the back of the chair,
your shirt and your socks and your trousers.

"It's getting dark across the way and autumn is approaching,
and the mist thickens over the hedge.
On the paths in the woods, many have lost their way,
and the stars rise so fiercely.
But if you cannot come tonight, little friend,
then send a message and tell me when you will come again.
I have not seen you in such a long time."

(To Petra, by Krakevik; translated by Claire, with Bjorn Erik very much in mind!), i.e. attempting to translate poetry also seems an art-form in itself? lol

I leave this one also in today's digest, because I also intend to print it out tomorrow, with the article on Al Hallaj, to send to him! ;-))

I incorporated the idea of the Holy Grail into my own Tarot, as the Ace of Cups (what else, Ness?), using a Michael Leunig cup I brought him from Australia, that became his special cup, and a Renaissance angel cup (angel playing the lute) he gave me, which I blended together in the shape of my spider goblet... When my angel cup fell and broke a week before our fatal denouement in 2002, I knew it represented a very bad omen indeed... But it seems better to have known your personal Grail, and lost it, than never to have known it at all? And as we like to say, we still have an afterlife, or a next life? ;-))

Maybe we cannot contain the REAL Grail in any literal, material object, because we just cannot contain, or hang on to it? i.e. it might visit us, and bless us, if it likes, but we can never, by its nature, retain such a visit and blessing long on the material plane, by its nature? OK, call me a hopeless, tragic Romantic, if you will, but I feel the necessary physical loss propels it over the edge into the realm of the larger-than-life, archetypal or mythical dimensions, the realm of "courtly love", necessarily from afar? ;-))

The Sturm und Drang surrounding this reminds me also of this month's Mayan oracle card, the Hero Twins, Xbalanque and Hunahpu, who had to go down and defeat the lords of death in a mystical ball game: just another Sunday game of football, about which I wrote a little Lovecraftian short story on the wyrd_crossings list, hehe! lol

And one of the few good things about spring down under seems that, if your footy team has survived into the finals, footy season continues, and we live on to fight another day! lol

(We meet the Western Bulldogs next Sunday: another showdown in the Western corral... hehe)

Love, Dragonwizard/Claire xxx
"I tell you, in order to give birth to a dancing star, you must have chaos in you. And I tell you, you - you have chaos within you!" - Nietzsche.

"I polarise in order to purify,
Stabilising flow.
I seal the process of universal water
with the lunar tone of challenge."

A poem someone posted on the Slouching Buddha list yesterday (with apologies and thanks to whomever posted it!):

> When did you stop being my lover?

Why do you close that door...

why does your fire burn so high when your playing;

yet, you put it out when you really Know What you hold?

You say that my Touches are like Chocolate...

but i'm afraid to REALLY touch you

you'd shy away

we had only begun to Rise....

and in that instant you shut your eyes

do you keep us from flying?

what scares you so??

and Why am I So Willing.....

I don't question your love

I just want to understand the shadows on the wall

****"Expectations are resentments under construction."

Anne Lamott

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