Here and Now...What's Happening?

[araucaria]

Posted by ulli (here)
We are currently sitting between Pluto and Jupiter...
Pluto in Capricorn, which means austerity and top down controllers tightening the thumb screws on the masses
And Jupiter in Cancer, which increases the appetite of hungry Cancerians even more, while the feeder types are now going into force-feeding overdrive.
So how would those types of energies mingle, collectively speaking?
Jupiter in Cancer means excesses of the Matriarch,
and Pluto in Capricorn means the archetypal Patriarch is struggling to maintain control at all cost.

I suggest we all tell them and go where the sun don't shine and let us take charge, finally.

I’ve not had much to say for myself lately, and as I’ve been taking some time away from the wretched computer, which also happens to be my work tool, I have not been proclaiming it from the rooftops. I mentioned Dickens a while back, and since then have been taking another look after many many years at David Copperfield.

I don’t know what the planets were doing in the late 1840s, but Ulli’s description of Pluto and Jupiter sounds like a fair summary of this novel. Most of the main characters have no mother at all, while the two matriarchs see their offspring come to a sticky end. And the odd patriarch gets short shrift as well. Hardly anyone has a biological father either. The father and mother figures, uncles and aunts are almost invariably of the extremely gentle, loving type that earned Dickens a reputation for sentimentality. But there is nothing sentimental about the way these people’s behaviour enables them collectively to confront and overcome the predatory educational, sexual and industrial mores of the time – and our own time too, I am sure – including the high financial crimes and misdemeanours of the psychopath or archontic succubus Uriah Heep, notably thanks to the whistle-blowing skills of Mr Micawber.

I remember feeling how ancient and quaint the Victorian period seemed, although back then so much closer in time; now I’m struck by how absolutely up to date and on the money Dickens really is. To anyone suffering from indigestion with the usual Avalon fare, I would recommend him as a positively enjoyable alternative approach to major issues. For those not into multiple dimensions, 57 varieties of alien beings, interstellar travel, angels and demons and such, I would say that these things are not required for understanding the fundamental workings of the human spirit, whether healthy or malfunctioning. Indeed very often they are just another hindrance to such understanding, which can still be gained from literary classics downgraded to old-fashioned entertainment.

As a famous writer himself, and author of this book, the character David Copperfield is to be seen as a great mouthpiece for Dickens’ own intention of ‘awakening loving and forebearing thoughts’. Nothing sentimental about that: some of the characters only survive by heading off for Australia, while some of the weaker ones don’t make it at all.

[ulli]

Posted by araucaria (here)

Posted by ulli (here)
We are currently sitting between Pluto and Jupiter...
Pluto in Capricorn, which means austerity and top down controllers tightening the thumb screws on the masses
And Jupiter in Cancer, which increases the appetite of hungry Cancerians even more, while the feeder types are now going into force-feeding overdrive.
So how would those types of energies mingle, collectively speaking?
Jupiter in Cancer means excesses of the Matriarch,
and Pluto in Capricorn means the archetypal Patriarch is struggling to maintain control at all cost.

I suggest we all tell them and go where the sun don't shine and let us take charge, finally.

I’ve not had much to say for myself lately, and as I’ve been taking some time away from the wretched computer, which also happens to be my work tool, I have not been proclaiming it from the rooftops. I mentioned Dickens a while back, and since then have been taking another look after many many years at David Copperfield.

I don’t know what the planets were doing in the late 1840s, but Ulli’s description of Pluto and Jupiter sounds like a fair summary of this novel. Most of the main characters have no mother at all, while the two matriarchs see their offspring come to a sticky end. And the odd patriarch gets short shrift as well. Hardly anyone has a biological father either. The father and mother figures, uncles and aunts are almost invariably of the extremely gentle, loving type that earned Dickens a reputation for sentimentality. But there is nothing sentimental about the way these people’s behaviour enables them collectively to confront and overcome the predatory educational, sexual and industrial mores of the time – and our own time too, I am sure – including the high financial crimes and misdemeanours of the psychopath or archontic succubus Uriah Heep, notably thanks to the whistle-blowing skills of Mr Micawber.

I remember feeling how ancient and quaint the Victorian period seemed, although back then so much closer in time; now I’m struck by how absolutely up to date and on the money Dickens really is. To anyone suffering from indigestion with the usual Avalon fare, I would recommend him as a positively enjoyable alternative approach to major issues. For those not into multiple dimensions, 57 varieties of alien beings, interstellar travel, angels and demons and such, I would say that these things are not required for understanding the fundamental workings of the human spirit, whether healthy or malfunctioning. Indeed very often they are just another hindrance to such understanding, which can still be gained from literary classics downgraded to old-fashioned entertainment.

As a famous writer himself, and author of this book, the character David Copperfield is to be seen as a great mouthpiece for Dickens’ own intention of ‘awakening loving and forebearing thoughts’. Nothing sentimental about that: some of the characters only survive by heading off for Australia, while some of the weaker ones don’t make it at all.

I just had a look at the ephemeris for 1848, and sure enough, both Pluto and Uranus were then in Aries, (where Uranus is now) and Aries is a masculine sign...the feudal overlord archetype.
And just like now, Jupiter was then also in Cancer, making an exact right angle to Pluto and Uranus in Aries.
Right angles are even harder to bear than oppositions.

Later in the year Jupiter went into Leo, and that must have broken the spell a bit as Leo is more in harmony with Aries, than Cancer is.

[araucaria]

Posted by ulli (here)
I just had a look at the ephemeris for 1848, and sure enough, both Pluto and Uranus were then in Aries, (where Uranus is now) and Aries is a masculine sign...the feudal overlord archetype.
And just like now, Jupiter was then also in Cancer, making an exact right angle to Pluto and Uranus in Aries.
Right angles are even harder to bear than oppositions.

Later in the year Jupiter went into Leo, and that must have broken the spell a bit as Leo is more in harmony with Aries, than Cancer is.

Thanks Ulli, DC was serialized in 1849-50...

[Wind]

Page number 1888... ∞

888, 8888 - A phase of your life is about to end and this is a sign to give you forewarning to prepare. This number sequence may mean you are winding up an emotional, career, or relationship phase.

Does that mean all of us?

[ulli]

Posted by araucaria (here)

Posted by ulli (here)
I just had a look at the ephemeris for 1848, and sure enough, both Pluto and Uranus were then in Aries, (where Uranus is now) and Aries is a masculine sign...the feudal overlord archetype.
And just like now, Jupiter was then also in Cancer, making an exact right angle to Pluto and Uranus in Aries.
Right angles are even harder to bear than oppositions.

Later in the year Jupiter went into Leo, and that must have broken the spell a bit as Leo is more in harmony with Aries, than Cancer is.

Thanks Ulli, DC was serialized in 1849-50...

...hmm...which could mean that the impressions were collected in 1848.

[1inMany]

I have decided I dislike the word "love." It is vague and overused. Can't say much about what the word expresses either.

Feeling a kinship to grumpy cat, here and now. The extent of my ability to share levity.

[Carmody]

Posted by 1inMany (here)
I have decided I dislike the word "love." It is vague and overused. Can't say much about what the word expresses either.

Feeling a kinship to grumpy cat, here and now. The extent of my ability to share levity.

I'd say you probably dislike it's misuse. It's dilution into various strains and meanings, by those who do not openly practice it's true depths.. Ie, the young man saying 'make love, not war', when really all he's talking about is him 'getting himself some'. Or a hundred other variations.

The way I see it, I think it is a good thing it is out there to be misused, mishandled, and misinterpreted. The alternative might be worse.

[Carmody]

Posted by ulli (here)

Posted by araucaria (here)

Posted by ulli (here)
I just had a look at the ephemeris for 1848, and sure enough, both Pluto and Uranus were then in Aries, (where Uranus is now) and Aries is a masculine sign...the feudal overlord archetype.
And just like now, Jupiter was then also in Cancer, making an exact right angle to Pluto and Uranus in Aries.
Right angles are even harder to bear than oppositions.

Later in the year Jupiter went into Leo, and that must have broken the spell a bit as Leo is more in harmony with Aries, than Cancer is.

Thanks Ulli, DC was serialized in 1849-50...

...hmm...which could mean that the impressions were collected in 1848.

Yes, but the public opening into the meaning of the words can also come into play. Thus they were communicated and became the meme at the appropriate time, in order to be a component of the astrology of that moment of flow for the masses who were reflexively and reflectively affected.

[1inMany]

Possibly. Depends on the alternative. Honesty would make expression more clear. If the young man wants some, he could express that more clearly. I do not love the fire I just started, I am enjoying its warmth and the comfort it brings. I do not love ... many people or many things. And this word, with its many meanings and connotations and even inuendo...For one, this fluffy oozing emotion. It is not what it seems.

Posted by Carmody (here)

Posted by 1inMany (here)
I have decided I dislike the word "love." It is vague and overused. Can't say much about what the word expresses either.

Feeling a kinship to grumpy cat, here and now. The extent of my ability to share levity.

I'd say you probably dislike it's misuse. It's dilution into various strains and meanings, by those who do not openly practice it's true depths.. Ie, the young man saying 'make love, not war', when really all he's talking about is him 'getting himself some'. Or a hundred other variations.

The way I see it, I think it is a good thing it is out there to be misused, mishandled, and misinterpreted. The alternative might be worse.

[donk]

Love, to me, is the reason to be alive, the purpose of my presence

The mantra that sticks in my head: love = light = truth

Well, guess it’s more of an equation, really…same-difference!

I am very fond of hearing your truth, 1inmany. And if you did not express your distaste for the overuse, may have addressed you by what you really are, Love.

[1inMany]

Oh God. What is happening to me?

《Insert magical broom here》

[PurpleLama]

Posted by 1inMany (here)
Oh God. What is happening to me?

《Insert magical broom here》

[Sierra]

Posted by 1inMany (here)
I am also looking at the Hawthorn tree, chocolate. Finding this part interesting:

The Celts understood the power of balance. They also knew that what could not be attributed to specific outcomes (as sometimes evident in the dance of contradictions played out by the hawthorn) indicated a great source of magic. In other words, that which cannot be explained contains immense power.

The hawthorn is to be respected in all its diversity and duality. It is a symbol of union of opposites, and serves as a message for us to be more accepting of the unconventional.

How fitting.

How quantum.

[Playdo of Ataraxas]

Posted by ulli (here)
Somehow I see this connected to the current Pluto-Jupiter opposition:
All the keywords match...

Cow farts ignite and cause the roof to be blown off a German dairy farm. One cow was treated for burns....

http://www.huffingtonpost.co.uk/2014...n_4678584.html

I saw that article and double-checked to make sure it was legit. Almost too hard to believe. Recently, there has been a bevy of interesting news article, that I come across mainly from the Fortean Times website. Some of these seem to be related.

This is one related to flatulence. I make not jest of this. Having witnessed three successful episiotomies so far, I pray this woman heals:
http://www.independent.co.uk/news/we...g-9080793.html

Here are two Vatican related articles, and I wonder if there is a correlation with the astrological insights that you have made:
http://www.theguardian.com/world/201...-peters-square
(it just seemed very symbolic that two non-predatory birds attacked the doves released by the Pope.)
http://www.adnkronos.com/IGN/Aki/Eng...155397204.html
(This article discusses the theft of a vial of Pope John Paul's blood from the Vatican, and Satanists are blamed as the culprits.)

Here is an image taken by the Mars Rover from the NASA/JPL website of what appears to be a ship with a contrail zooming through the Martian atmosphere. I searched on Avalon to see if anyone has posted this. I couldn't find it, but I really didn't try too hard:
http://www.bubblews.com/news/2178638...-on-mars-video

Lastly, I mentioned electricians yesterday, and came across this article of star shaped cataracts found in an electrician's eyes after he was shocked. Crazy:

http://www.smh.com.au/technology/sci...130-31oy1.html

[Carmody]

Perhaps the planet is openly not interested in any public display of 'peace' that a misguided, misappropriated and misrepresenting catholic church may propose or pretend to emulate.

That the energetic form of the human world/energy, the collective semi-consciousness of energetic mass is illustrating (and reacting in manifestation) that the church and it's public stance and motions, that this public face does not have anything to do with what it really is.

Contrived or actual manifestation, either way, the point is being made clear.

[ulli]

Posted by 1inMany (here)
I have decided I dislike the word "love." It is vague and overused. Can't say much about what the word expresses either.

Feeling a kinship to grumpy cat, here and now. The extent of my ability to share levity.

Maybe you are getting closer to utter detachment, which is beyond love, as most understand it.

I was reminded of when I first came across these words by Baha'u'llah,
and how I was blown away at the time:

From "The Fourth Valley"


"This is the realm of full awareness, of utter self-effacement.
Even love is no pathway to this region, and longing hath no dwelling here;
wherefore is it said, “Love is a veil betwixt the lover and the beloved.”

Here love becometh an obstruction and a barrier, and all else save Him is but a curtain.
The wise Saná’í hath written:
Never the covetous heart shall come to the stealer of hearts,
Never the shrouded soul unite with beauty’s rose.
For this is the realm of Absolute Command and is free of all the attributes of earth.


The exalted dwellers in this mansion do wield divine authority in the court of rapture, with utter gladness, and they do bear a kingly sceptre.
On the high seats of justice, they issue their commands, and they send down gifts according to each man’s deserving.
Those who drink of this cup abide in the high bowers of splendor above the Throne of the Ancient of Days,
and they sit in the Empyrean of Might within the Lofty Pavilion:
“Naught shall they know of sun, or piercing cold.”

Herein the high heavens are in no conflict with the lowly earth, nor do they seek to excel it,
for this is the land of mercy, not the realm of distinction...


How crystal this cool water that the Cup-Bearer bringeth! How bright this pure wine in the hands of the Beloved! How delicate this draught from the Heavenly Cup! May it do them good, whoso drink thereof, and taste of its sweetness and attain to its knowledge.
It is not fitting that I tell thee more,
For the stream’s bed cannot hold the sea.

For the mystery of this utterance is hid within the storehouse of the Great Infallibility
and laid up in the treasuries of power.

It is sanctified above the jewels of explanation; it is beyond what the most subtle of tongues can tell.

Astonishment here is highly prized, and utter poverty essential. Wherefore hath it been said, “Poverty is My pride.”
And again: “God hath a people beneath the dome of glory, whom He hideth in the clothing of radiant poverty.”

These are they who see with His eyes, hear with His ears, as it is written in the well-known tradition.
Concerning this realm, there is many a tradition and many a verse, of broad or special relevancy,
but two of these will suffice to serve as a light for men of mind and heart.

The first is His statement: “O My Servant! Obey Me and I shall make thee like unto Myself.
I say ‘Be,’ and it is, and thou shalt say ‘Be,’ and it shall be.”

And the second: “O Son of Adam! Seek fellowship with none until thou hast found Me,
and whenever thou shalt long for Me, thou shalt find Me close to thee.”


When I entrusted this message of love to My pen, it refused the burden, and it swooned away.
Then coming to itself, it spoke and said, “Glory be to Thee! To Thee do I turn in penitence, and I am the first of them that believe.”
Praise be to God, the Lord of the worlds!

Peace be upon thee, and upon those who circle around thee and attain thy meeting.
What I had written ere this hath been eaten by the flies, so sweet was the ink...

[Sierra]

We got some rain yesterday. I blessed out on the mist and fog drifting in and out of the canyons, the water dripping off the eaves. Lit a fire, and Martha and Pippin plopped in front of it as usual to melt into little black blobs.

My husband is alive today.

We were at Coffee to Go, and a High school car wash was taking place in the parking lot. David pulled up to get the truck washed. We got out and David was fiddling with something while closing the door, as I walked around to join him, as a truck was leaving the parking lot. The driver leaving, started backing up into my husband who with his back turned, did not see or hear him. I shoutedbellowedshriekedscreamedroared at the driver, "HEY! DON'T YOU HIT MY HUSBAND!"

The driver didn't hear me, but David did. David turned around, and hammered on the rear window of the guy's truck. The driver literally stopped two inches short of squashing David against our truck.

I didn't need coffee after that ...

Oddly enough, the I Ching warned me a week ago, an event was coming up, of potential physical danger. I am so glad I received some forewarning, because normally, I tend to freeze in crisis situations (Libran) but this time, I was able to shout (my throat is still sore lol).

(I haven't forgotten 1inMany. Kitties coming up. )

Time for Walkies, lovely Walkies in Paradise. My B. P. is now 108/80.

Love, Sierra

[ulli]

Anyway, it's hard to stay at those lofty heights for long....
meanwhile back down here, where we can't stand love and peace on earth cliches:
reality needs to be faced:



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Posted by Sierra (here)
We got some rain yesterday. I blessed out on the mist and fog drifting in and out of the canyons, the water dripping off the eaves. Lit a fire, and Martha and Pippin plopped in front of it as usual to melt into little black blobs.

My husband is alive today.

We were at Coffee to Go, and a High school car wash was taking place in the parking lot. David pulled up to get the truck washed. We got out and David was fiddling with something while closing the door, as I walked around to join him, as a truck was leaving the parking lot. The driver leaving, started backing up into my husband who with his back turned, did not see or hear him. I shoutedbellowedshriekedscreamedroared at the driver, "HEY! DON'T YOU HIT MY HUSBAND!"

The driver didn't hear me, but David did. David turned around, and hammered on the rear window of the guy's truck. The driver literally stopped two inches short of squashing David against our truck.

I didn't need coffee after that ...

Oddly enough, the I Ching warned me a week ago, an event was coming up, of potential physical danger. I am so glad I received some forewarning, because normally, I tend to freeze in crisis situations (Libran) but this time, I was able to shout (my throat is still sore lol).

(I haven't forgotten 1inMany. Kitties coming up. )

Time for Walkies, lovely Walkies in Paradise. My B. P. is now 108/80.

Love, Sierra

O shoot! I posted my wishbone joke before I read this, I swear.

[Sierra]

Posted by Playdo of Ataraxas (here)
Lastly, I mentioned electricians yesterday, and came across this article of star shaped cataracts found in an electrician's eyes after he was shocked. Crazy:

http://www.smh.com.au/technology/sci...130-31oy1.html

Oh heavens, Playdo. This is what McKnao's eyes looked like while I held him in my arms during a two hour epileptic fit...

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I believe you Ulli. AND sometimes I've felt like Mary... (Blush).

[Sierra]

Marianne, employees at U.S. nuclear plants have written into their contracts, they must drink two cups of lemon balm tea a day...