Auxilium Meum a Parentibus Meis

My help comes from my Parents

Pentacle 2 Venus

I can’t comprehend my place.  My senses have been obscured by forces I cannot perceive.  There is only a faint notion of something passed, something mysterious, something powerful, something controlling that began me, that began all that I know.  It seems that there are a select few who have pierced the veil.  They don’t seek to share the knowledge of what they know or what they believe they know.  Their desire is only to become the new masters, replacing those that have past on from our collective consciousness.

They form clandestine groups to protect the esoteric awareness uncovered but unfortunately, as far as I can see no wisdom has been gleaned.  They compile riches selfishly and war with one another to stand alone as monarchs of but a pond on a vast estate on a massive landmass of an incalculable sphere comprising an infinite existence.  What they perceive in their ignorance however, is but a grain of sand of a neverending desert.  In their self-obsessed arrogance, they manipulate and eliminate anything that stands in opposition to their absolute sovereignty.

For the layperson, for myself, we must dedicate ourselves to exposing that which has been hidden from us.  All of the meaningless minutia that has been forced upon us blurring the line between truth and imagination or invention that has been laid before us is a distraction that must be ignored.  Where we live, the clothes we dawn, the property and vehicles we own, the partner we take as a status symbol are all designed to be a diversion influencing misguided desires, our fears and aspirations – keeping us from seeing unfettered verity.

We are, I am, Being existing for reasons I am unable to fathom in a form of another’s design mired in a perfume scented cesspool while my self-entitled, self-centered, self-serving siblings scheme to conquer and control what is not theirs to control.  Where have our parents gone and why have they abandoned us to begin with?  And what of their parents, our grandparents?  Is this what it means to be family, to leave behind children fighting for trinkets which have been left behind?  Though we be siblings by birth some of us choose to understand our heritage, to be loyal to a higher state of being.  For that we require our progenitors to provide the continuity between what was,  the expectations that were laid before us and what now “is”.

Though children can disappoint and fail us they are still needy frequently losing their way. Some do come round, evolving and maturing beyond their foibles searching for substance, for more than the artificial and superficial.  To accomplish this they MUST have intervention and the guidance of parents.  So with complete meekness, we beseech you, I beseech you – da mihi potestatem et adiuva me verterem figuram mundi

Pentacle 4 MoonMystic IImercury4

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

 

Pentacle 2 Saturn

 

 

Just A Thought

A Beautiful, Peaceful and Happy Future……It’s what we all dream of for ourselves and theWise II world around us at one time or another. But the question of how we get to that blessed place generally eludes us.

 

The formula is not that difficult really………..

To manifest that perfect FUTURE in which we all desire

We must learn how to give careful consideration to the PAST after thoughtfully putting it away

While simultaneously avoiding fucking up the PRESENT.

 

That may sound simplistic but somehow we still can’t seem to get it right.

Just look at the world we reside in today.  There’s is not a place or space on any part of it that doesn’t seem to be coming undone. On every continent there is agony, anguish and strife as the elite of nations selfishly fight for absolute control over absolutely everything disregarding the conflicts and wars that has brought the world to the brink of destruction time and time again.

Individually, we spend our lives in the past habitually and more often than not, painfully anchored there while essential life lessons go by without comprehension. Often we torment those currently in our lives for our past suffering when they may have been strategically placed there as a blessing to atone for sins against us or as an opportunity for growth and maturation. But frequently we ignore the godsend, sabotaging our sacred gifts. This often results in others manifesting the same grief and torment encapsulated within us thereby generating and endless cycle.

To escape this never-ending abyss we must become theoretical scholars of our own past while disconnecting from the emotion of it.  As we grow and evolve from it in a positive manner, we master the necessary skills and abilities to successfully navigate the present; circumvent similar contemporary pitfalls while methodically mastering ourselves in the process.  When we choose this academic, holistic approach to examining the past and ourselves, how can the future be anything other than bright for us individually as well as collectively?

Mystic II

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

“Sing it Babs!”

Featured image by Lykke Steenbach Josephsen; Painting, “Wisdom”

Inset art by Wisdom And Folly James Dean Art by James-Dean-artist on DeviantArt

 

 

Just A Thought

Intellect IX

Intellect without Discipline or the Wisdom to master it is objectionable, perilous and foolish

This, more than anything, is humankind’s Achilles Heel.

Mystic II

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

Point to Ponder XII

Ponder III

Truth…thy light has been obscured, thy name has been soiled and thy soul corrupted Trident Vwhile Liberty, Logic and Reason have been shackled.

Mystic I

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

Featured image by: Mark Vallen

…And So It Begins

And So I

It starts with a dream, time drifts in serene swirls of warm, soothing pastel colours

She appears, occupying every moment igniting senses only reserved for fantasy and fairy tales

Our eyes locked in an unbreakable embrace as all of time and space pauses endlessly

and now she’s in me, each cell infected  boiling perilously out of control

There is the realization that mind, body and soul is no longer my own

Fear gives way to euphoria and I submit to this mysterious and unseen predator

In an instant I am shackled, a prisoner captured in a moment by just one gaze

The irony, free will and sovereignty is surrendered without contest

There she stands – lithe and statuesque as a marble statue of a Greek goddess

Her smile beckons me to my demise as does the Siren’s song to the mariner

Her lips deep crimson poised to fill me with the ichor of her unfathomable force as she in-turn, devours the essence of my being

Her long silk ebony hair is as black as the night encasing all around her in an inescapable mesh secreted by spinnerets

Her eyes are as blue diamonds of ice mesmerizing my senses and intellect

Rational thought and logic are but a memory, a historical footnote without significance

So, fate would have me no longer my own

I beseech thee then spectre, you who have ensnared me beyond resistance

Be gentle, Be kind, Be Honest and Be true

…And so it begins

I willingly submit all that I am to you

Mystic II

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

featured image by Pinterest “Children of the Night”

Who Wants To Live Forever and be Dead Like Me?

Birthdays are an exercise in self-conflict. Initially we look forward to each new year that marks a point in linear time that in the grand design has absolutely no meaning. Yet to the celebrant, it represents a time when one is at the centre of creation. when all bow down to honour the most import day of the most important being.

Slowly, methodically before one realizes, that day which once meant everything to everyone within the context of our own hubris now bears the burden of that very creation upon us.  It is now a reminder that we are not the omnipotent, immortal we once believed ourselves to be.  When we once viewed our existence in terms of “forever”, we now fearfully count each precious minute of each irreplaceable day as one kneeling before the executioner coming to the horrifying realization that linear time in fact does have an ending – we have an ending.

But for a selected few, like me, there comes that special birthday when an epiphany manifests. Clarity can not be quantified and it is understood that the perception of what “life is” can never be conceptualized in the same way again. On that day, everything dies – the conditioning you have experienced since your first breath; the perception of need, of fear, of love, of existence.  Your sight, true sight, now confirms the reality of what “IS” contrary to that indoctrinated by the natural senses. There, in a crypt adorned with vines and thorns, deception lays decaying never to be unearthed again.

On that birthday – that unique, special day when the bliss of ignorance truly dies, you are born anew constituting of both a blessing and a curse. One is cursed never to feel the comfort of all that is or was ever known before. To be an outcast, lonely, forever isolated from that which was familiar, comfortable and home.  You can never return to that rapturous yet unlettered slumber. In this enlightened, quietus state one now wears wisdom as the only raiment that will ever be desired or needed.  Truth is heard without filter and seen without the aid of lenses.  It is daunting to be sure but can also be overwhelmingly euphoric.  Courage to reside in this lonely spirit world is an absolute necessity when you are “Living Forever and Dead Like Me”.

Mystic I

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

Happy Mother’s Day

Mothers Day II

by Steve Nease

 

Here is a day that should never go unrecognized especially to all the wonderful mothers everywhere.  Those of you who have understood how to love and nurture; support and teach; stand as an example of integrity and strength and most importantly, prepare their children to go out into what can be an unforgiving, challenging world while also remaining a constant net of safety should you fall.

This is for everyone of you exemplary mothers out there. You know who you are and how import you are to your children.  I will say this whether you realize it or not…….

Love you mum and have a Happy Mother’s Day! You are truly “Unforgettable”!

Mystic I

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

Goodbye

Goodbye I

Why is it so difficult to say goodbye? Is it because we innately sense it is “the end” of something and human beings by nature fear endings?  Logically speaking, everything that has a beginning, has an ending – stories we read, the journeys we take; the relationships we make; the life we live all end at some point , by one means or another.  The only variable is its duration.

Therefore, we should not be saddened by goodbyes but rather seek to understand that when we say “goodbye” to one thing, we are saying “hello” to another. Sometimes we can even say hello to that which we previously said goodbye to though not recommended unless some maturation has taken place.  We should never fail to forget that the past is the past for a reason – by fault or design.

Goodbye III

Charles Shulz’s “Peanuts”

 

So I say with a certain degree of regret, compassion and trepidation, “goodbye” to the past. In order to mature and evolve, I must be moving on.  I state courageously with understanding, enthusiasm and optimism, “Hello uncertainty, Hello unpredictability, Hello stranger”. Welcome, it’s a pleasure to meet you.

Mystic II

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

Here is a blast from the past. Some goodbyes just don’t stick.

 

Promise Me (a poem)

creation I

In my peaceful solitude when the air that surrounds is calm

and the once raging rivers beyond my garden’s lattice is still

Serene thoughts of You capture the fertile imagination

Beauty is the only concept that is known if not completely understood or appreciated

I behold the splendour that defines Your very existence and I am comforted beyond what can be expressed by mere words

I am defined in the moment, at this place, in this time

and You

Do You spare thoughts of me and how things were?

When all things were new and the power of creation flowed flawlessly from Your presence illuminating all the world around us

Do You think of me fondly though we have long parted and time has obscured all that we have shared?

For me the embers remain flickering ever so softly,  my only tether to that which I cannot return

If authority be Yours, and it pleases the spirit

Promise you’ll find me – in time, in space and let beauty and love of a union that once was be ours again

Mystic II

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

 

Juxtaposition of Life and Death (A Poem)

The light sealed between the shadows is suffocated but it does not die

It is strong, resilient and unending

Though it seems to be overwhelmed  by the darkness, it struggles

Unyielding, undeniable, unforgiving in its nature to be free and to strike balance within

The fates do serve well nurturing maturation and evolution until one day it emerges

unfettered, invulnerable and by grace, divine

Fear and Rejoice

I am here, aware – now reborn

Quod oritur, moritur, et renascitur

Mystic I

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

Featured image by Barbara McKell