Coming to peace

 “One is not to be judged by what they have, but by what they do.”  A person’s character is not based upon physical attributes and material possessions, but by the decisions they have made in certain situations. Their actions or inactions are the key to the grade of their integrity.

  Not an easy thing to do, to forego the ego and do what is right. Especially involving highly personal situations involving family, where the choices permitted are those of either feeding the ego or scarring it. Where does the two headed serpent strike? What path can one take? On one head of the serpent lies the idea of prosperity of self, the other extreme is sacrifice for others.  Yet both heads are aimed at one’s heart, no matter the path chosen, the good of the self or the good of the family, the heart is subject to the poison of the event. Who is to be the judge of this, whom does one answer to and seek guidance from?

To the east I stand, a angel slashes me with a sword across my chest,

To the north I stand, a gnome comes up and hits me on the head with his staff,

To the west I stand, a sylph pours a bucket of arctic water over me,

To the south I stand, a salamander bites me on the foot which then starts to enter necrosis,

Having opened the circle I sit and contemplate the wisdom of the elements, after a period of time I slither around the circle and shed the scarred vehicle from which life has wrecked.

Balance is the act of walking the tight rope, the grounding rock of discipline,  the foundation of growth.

Balance breaks the circle of logic which is neurosis, stills the hand of obsession, and directs the light not from above, but from within.

To the east I stand,  a sunrise brings a wind of promise

To the north I stand, a sapling grows upon the ground

To the west I stand, a sunset shimmers upon an ocean

To the south I stand, a fire smolders upon a cold evening

 While communing with the higher genius, I set my tom tom for a path from mars to Jupiter in preparation for my journey through the abyss. 

Doubt creeps in

Time is the shepherd of doubt, eroding away the confidence of one’s directive. Persistence has been put to the wayside in place of frustration and suspicion.  Doubt has placed a hand in front of the vision and chained inspiration to the tail of a phoenix, to be reborn only after a period of trial. How easily the plight has been forgotten. Faith takes different directions not necessarily constructive. Paths are blurred, signs are forgotten or deemed irrelevant, and how easily the shepherd has distilled the aspect acidic.  

 Even after all this the shepherd has been thwarted by mere intent, once put into motion develops a life of its own. Untended it becomes wild and unpredictable but still thrives, flourishes, and prospers. Unfortunate in its new state for its nature has become wild and unpredictable.  No longer visible, barely thought upon, the symbiosis broken. It’s company missed but not celebrated, for that is the power the shepherd has, to numb wounds and persuade the scars. But still the command from one’s own mouth in now the air it breathes, the desire which was put into action is now its own.

No matter how long the shepherd is at work, it has no power where this wild thing grows.

Saturn in the shadow of Gemini, Taurus has left the warmth of Aries. Minerva has become a crack whore with Chronos as her dealer.

And on the next day Poseidon arrives with a pressure washer to cleanse the world, after which he finds a jewel, kisses it and throws it to the heavens where it becomes a star.