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BeMused by Motion

30 Jul

BeMused by Design [Graphic Showcase]

21 Jul

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Paradox in Boxes

28 Jun

Paradox in Boxes

A BeMused by Design Production
Music by Devotchka, "How it Ends"

Balance

28 Jun

The following excerpt from Alan Schneider’s book Doors in Disguise builds on his discussion of the Creation Diagram. This diagram, shown on the left of the page, includes the seven major chakras and the triad, diad, and monad. In this excerpt, he relates this diagram with conscious existence.

Balance

Alan Schneider

One of the interesting characteristics which can be noted about the symbols on the Creation Diagram is the fact that they all display what the biological sciences refer to as radial symmetry, that is, they all are uniformly constructed around a central point. And the symbols of the Diagram can be said to be harmonically balanced around a common axis. In theory, a radially symmetrical element can be rotated around the central symmetrical axis up to the rate at which the material of which it is composed can no longer remain intact against the resultant centrifugal forces as these increase with that rate. At this point of transition, the element fragments, usually by exploding apart.

The symbols of the Creation Diagram are ideal forms and therefore are not subject to physical destruction. Their “rate of rotation” is shown as “zero” in order to clearly reveal their esoteric form to the Seeker. But in the manifest condition of dense form in the physical plane of expression, all of the symbols are always acting in rotation. This movement is the vibration of consciousness which we experience as the world. Consciousness can be characterized as an interactive vibration of complex physical, spiritual, and mental forms. This is directly related to the combined rates and direction of rotation of the Creation Symbols. When we observe any phenomenon, whether simple or complex, we are always “registering” a global recognition of that phenomenon’s composite vibration, which is composed of the interaction of all the rates and directions of rotation of all of the Creation Symbols which are active in the phenomenon’s consciousness expression. We may or may not be aware of this perception, but it is nonetheless occurring, and the Seeker can make great progress by focusing on the world of events in this way. Additionally, I feel constrained to mention here again that everything is a form of consciousness originating in the Tetragrammaton, even a common pebble, a speck of dust, or an atom.

“We are all free to live in illusion, and we are all free to Seek the Truth.”

Bedside Lava Lamp

20 Jun

I found my old lava lamp a few weeks ago. The fire-lit blue plasma ‘lava’ bubbles warp shape and gnash forms inside a cone, filled with clear malleable water/air like substance . The clear substance captures my intrigue: similar to describing water in a fishbowl, what the filler fluid is by description is elucidated by what the bubbles are not. The clear fluid lacks corporeal form, and put positively, is the present absence of the capricious lava as it heats and cools.

My thoughts cast a net before my feet, and if I cannot bring myself in the teetering moment of hubris to regain humility, I trip in my own trap. Falling is a torpedo, a whirlpool, a black hole astray from the light, and into the darkness. It is a pattern, this type of descent. Slipping is often set off through the making of  a mistake: not for the first time, but for the nth time. Before the fall, the sway precedes the slip. The sway is where I lose a sense of I, and I am taken over despite myself, to spite myself. To flirt with temptation and sway towards the pattern is to set oneself up for a fight, for the pull of temptation towards that trigger, is a vice hungry for a device, and that grip is waiting with white knuckles and the forces of gravity and magnets.

Conversely, I have found that in the moments or flow of moments in which I am living my passion, I am participating in something greater. To practice one’s passion is to participate and honor universal compassion.  This experience is the antithesis of vice finding device. A perfect pair, the hand fits into the glove snug as snug is, and the experience of touch and to be touched is muted and diluted just the same. The virtue of compassion and the vice of device are similar in that they can be defined against one another: a binary opposition,  like the white fluid around the blue lava bubbles ascending and descending inside of the lamp.

Sometimes when I cannot sleep I watch the shadow play on my ceiling cast by the lava lamp beside me. It is astonishing how remarkably similar the lava shadows are to the caprice of free willed hands, not moving with grace and fluent rhythm, but rather, spastic and sporadic motion and agile jutting with and against the nature of its own movement, as if the shadows have intent or purpose unfolding in their dance.

Strangely, to watch the lava itself, rather than the shadows, makes me feel quite uneasy. As if I am seeing something that I should not be seeing. As if I walked in on a secret and instead of closing the door and moving along with a fleeting apology, I let my curiosity and fascination with that quixotic sensation get the best of me and I lay and stare with full moon eyes.

Noteworthy Add-on:

Digital signals are imprinted with a picture of their destination from the beginning of their journey towards their end. Carl Jung had the good fortune of opening his first private practice in part due to the word of mouth rumor of Jung’s wizardry, spread by a mentally ill local patient. He could not have known his life would lead the path it did, and the improvisational set his life apart from many others. Am I an analogue girl in a digital world?

Finding Phi

23 May

A Synthesis of Research and Reading:

kheper-i kheper kheperu kheper-kuy m kheperu n Khepri kheper m sep tepy…

“[when] I became, the becoming became, I have become the becoming [the form] of Khepri who came into being on the First Time…

…when I became, the transformations became, all the metamorphoses coming to pass after I had become.”

-translated Lucy Lamy, Egyptian Mysteries, p.14

  • In hieroglyphic writing kheperrepresents not only the sacred scarab “but also all the metamorphoses or transformations of which it is the symbol, as wll as the idea of becoming, in general. The word kheperthus means “to become” in all possible verbal forms, while Khepriis the entity embodied in the sun as it rises in the morning, when darkness becomes light.” Lucy Lamy, Egyptian Mysteries, p.14 (Art and Imagination series, Thames and Hudson, 1981)

When all is said and done, the final Synthesis for this particular universe in general (and for this website in particular) is one of love.

Unconditional, Unlimited, Universally-Connected Love.

The Tree of Life

Diagram by Brad Reynolds, from Ken Wilber, A Brief History of Everything, (Shambhala: Boston), 1996.

Here we have a basic spiritual cosmology consisting of physical reality; intermediate or psychic reality; spiritual and Divine reality; and Absolute Reality or Godhead or Source. (see also the Three Tier Model, which is identical to the above except that it does not include Spirit/Infinite as a sperate hypostasis). As Professor Smith points out, each of these levels of reality can be studied separately:

“The marvels of the terrestrial plane are being unveiled at an astonishing rate by the physical sciences. The intermediate realm adds life and consciousness: biology helps to understand the former, and for light on the latter we turn to the durable findings of phenomenology, depth psychology, and parapsychology, as well as aspects of shamanism and folk religion. The theologies of the great traditions describe God’s knowable nature (the celestial plane) from a variety of cultural angles, and the literature of mysticism carries the mind as far as it can journey into God’s absolute and infinite depths” [ Beyond the Post-Modern Mind, p.45].

In this all-embracing gradational metaphysic, we have a way of looking at the world totally different to the conventional Materialistic or Dualistic stance. Borrowing a popular Theosophical term, I use the word “Esoteric” to indicate this alternative way of perceiving things.

Ancient Wisdom in Four Mantras

17 May

Extracted from Don Miguel Ruiz's The Four Agreements, a Toltec wisdom guide that heavily influences my lifestyle and perception.

Egg

11 May

Easter Egg & Egg Creation Myths, Newall

Egg Decorated with Hutzul Ribbon

Homeric Cosmogeny

The first recorded reference to a world egg occurs in an Egyptian papyrus of the New Kingdom Petosiris:

0 Egg of the water, source of the earth, product of the Eight, great in heaven and great, in the underworld, dweller in the thicket, chief of the Isle of the Lake of the Two Knives, I came forth with thee from the water; I came forth with thee from thy rest.

Egyptologists have not decided to whom this text refers. Probably it is Thoth, the god of the moon, who appeared in the form of an ibis, and who is described variously in different legends both as having hatched the world egg at Hermopolis, and as having emerged from the egg himself . Petosiris, the priest of Hermopolis, records that:

Part of the Egg was buried in this place, and here were found all beings who came forth from the Egg.

Various Egyptian deities are associated with the egg. An allusion to the Sun God Rah reads:

0 Rah in his egg, who beams in his disk, rises above his horizon, shapes himself with his own metalmgT he sun itself is “The solar eye, an egg to which is given life among them.”

Elsewhere we find:

It was made against those of your retinue, on account of the wish of the spirits that are there, for not letting the breaths be inhaled except by the Great and August God who is in his egg. I come to thee and I am at thy service.

This ancient idea of a primeval egg which hatched the sun god occurs frequently; the sun myth took various forms in Egyptian thought. In one representation the sun is an egg, laid daily by the celestial goose Seb, the god of the earth. From this egg was born the Phoenix, symbol of the sun.12 Thus, in The Book of the Dead, the deceased says:

Hail, thou god Tem, grant unto me the sweet breath which dwelleth in thy nostrils. I am the Egg which is in the Great Cackler, and I watch and guard that mighty thing which hath come into being, wherewith the god Seb hath opened the earth.

Khnum, a god of creation, whose name signifies “The Moulder,” formed the world egg, as though from a lump of clay on his potter’s wheel. In ancient drawings we also find Ptah of Memphis seated on his throne. The Chandogya Upanishad describes the original act of creation as the breaking of an egg in two pieces : The Sun is Brahma-this is the teaching. A further explanation thereof (is as follows).

In the beginning this world was merely non-being. It was existent. It developed. It turned into an egg. It lay for the period of a year. It was split asunder. One of the two egg-shell parts became silver, one gold. That which was of silver is this earth. That which was of gold is the sky . . . Now what was born therefrom is yonder sun. When it was born shouts and hurrahs; all beings and all desires rose up toward it . . . He who, knowing it thus, reverences the sun ashrahma.

In Hindu mythology hirazyagmbha, the golden world egg, appears in a bewildering variety of forms, according to different traditions:

The restless, darting fish, at fall of evening,

Seeks where he may his refuge in the waters,

His nest the egg-born seeks, their stall the cattle;

Each in his place, the god divides the creatures.

These lines refer to the sun. The Rig Veda describes eight sky divinities. One of these, the Aditya Surya, was born from an egg: Eight sons there are of Aditi, Who from her body were produced. With seven she approached the gods. But the egg-born she cast away. Surya driving his chariot, drawn by red horses, across the sky each day represents the sun god, like Apollo in the Greek pantheon.

Again in the Rig Veda Prajapati, the original male, fertilizes the primeval waters, the original female, transforming them into the golden egg. Inside sits Brahma, the Golden Person, where he remains for a thousand years, floating in the waters of creation, his miraculous power shining through the seven shells of the egg, infusing it with a golden radiance. Within the egg with Brahma are the continents, oceans, mountains, planets, divisions of the universe, gods, demons, and humanity. According to the Lazus of Mana Brahma, the original substance, propagated himself:

He, having willed to produce various beings from his own divine substance, first with a thought created the waters, and placed in them a productive seed. The seed became an egg bright as gold, blazing like the luminary with a thousand beams; and in that egg he was born himself in the form of Brahma, the great forefather of all spirits . . . In that egg the great power sat inactive a whole year of the Creator, at the close of which, by his thought alone, he caused the egg to divide itself. And from its two divisions he framed the heaven above and the earth beneath. In the midst he placed the subtil ether, the eight regions, and the permanent receptacle of waters.

Aristophanes in The Birds writes:

There was Chaos at first, and Darkness, and Night,

And Tartarus vasty and dismal;

But the Earth was not there, nor the Sky, nor the Air,

Till at length in the bosom abysmal

Of Darkness an egg, from the whirlwind conceived,

Was laid by the sable plumed Night.

And out of-that egg, as the seasons revolved,

Sprang Love, the entrancing, the bright,

Love brilliant and bold with his pinions of gold,

Like a whirlwind, refulgent and sparkling.

It’s Only Fear (That Keeps You Locked in Here)

11 May

INSIGHT. Noun

  • S: (n) penetration, insight (clear or deep perception of a situation)
  • S: (n) insight, perceptiveness, perceptivity (a feeling of understanding)
  • S: (n) insight, brainstorm, brainwave (the clear (and often sudden) understanding of a complex situation)
  • S: (n) insight, sixth sense (grasping the inner nature of things intuitively)

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Language Liquidation

9 May

In his novel Notes from the Underground, Dostoevsky creates a landscape in space free from attachment to time and tenses. The unique time horizon in Underground allows for a natural flow and discussion of ideas that need not be in a a logical sequences of cause and consequential effect. I wonder if escaping from a world with a linear time horizon is in fact a way outside of the world of intentions, enabling a discussion of intention without defining it by itself. 

Chasing the tail of lingering curiosity, I want to continue my engagement in a philosophical discourse with infinite room to discuss all that is the sublime and the beautiful. The dissonance between what I mean and what I say, and what I say and what I mean, is open air for error and I hope to tighten and eventually achieve a bound entity within (from between) them. This process must be slow or it is not meaningful….Where I stand today, I am befuddled by words.

Clumsily, I continue to grasp at thin air hoping to pull what I mean out of the vapid, vacuous knowledge of how I have known its verbalization. To start, I would like to clarify the self-depreicating connotations in ‘clumsy’; the nature of clumsy here is not the effect of carelessness, but rather, courage to cultivate and initiate a journey towards seeking. As is the case with most processes, what is not shaky will inevitably become increasingly strong footed and confident.  Moreover,  words themselves already are prone to wobble, in part because they no longer have the connotations and denotations that rests in their etymological origins.

Through liquidating language, an intentional sublimation of words as I know them today , in their solid, crystalised forms, I can come closer to knowing the sublime and the beautiful. An ideological improvization:

On The World of Art: “…It was, as Benois himself admitted, ‘not this, that or the other in isolation, but everything together.'”

Crepuscular |krəˈpəskyələr|

adjective
of, resembling, or relating to twilight.

  • Zoology (of an animal) appearing or active in twilight.
  • ORIGIN mid 17th cent.: from Latin crepusculum ‘twilight’ + -ar 1 .
  • Crepuscular is a term used to describe some animals that are primarily active during twilight, that is at dawn and at dusk.[1] The word is derived from the Latin word crepusculum, meaning “twilight.”[1] Crepuscular is thus in contrast with diurnal and nocturnal behavior. Crepuscular animals may also be active on a bright moonlit night. Many animals that are casually described as nocturnal are in fact crepuscular.[2] Within the definition of crepuscular are the terms matutinal (or “matinal”) and vespertine, denoting species active in the dawn and dusk respectively.
  • The crepuscular mood of Russia’s fin de siecle  is reflected more powerfully than in Chagall’s Mirror of 1915, one of the most trenchant works of his Russian years.

trenchant |ˈtren ch ənt|
adjective

  • 1 vigorous or incisive in expression or style : she heard angry voices, not loud, yet certainly trenchant.
  • 2 archaic or poetic/literary (of a weapon or tool) having a sharp edge : a trenchant blade.
  • DERIVATIVES
  • trenchancy |- ch ənsē| |ˈtrɛntʃənsi| noun ( in sense 1) .
  • trenchantly |ˈtrɛntʃəntli| adverb ( in sense 1) .
  • ORIGIN Middle English (sense 2) : from Old French, literally ‘cutting,’ present participle of trenchier (see trench ).
woman
noun
  • ORIGIN Old English wīfmon, -man (see wife , man ), a formation peculiar to English, the ancient word being wife .
  • 1 a woman got out of the car lady, girl, female; matron; Scottish lass, lassie; informal chick, girlie, sister, dame, broad, gal; grrrl; literary maid, maiden, damsel; archaic wench, gentlewoman; (women) womenfolk
  • 2 he found himself a new woman girlfriend, sweetheart, partner, significant other, inamorata, lover, mistress; fiancée; wife, spouse; informal missus, better half, main squeeze, squeeze, babe, baby; dated lady friend, lady love.

Serpentine: serpentine   (sûr’pən-tēn’, -tīn’)

  • Any of a group of greenish, brownish, or yellowish monoclinic minerals, occurring in igneous or metamorphic rocks. They are used as a source of magnesium and asbestos. Chemical formula: (Mg,Fe)3Si2O5(OH)4.
  • ser·pen·tine   (sûr’pən-tēn’, -tīn’)    adj.  Of or resembling a serpent, as in form or movement; sinuous. Subtly sly and tempting.n.   (-tēn’) Any of a group of greenish, brownish, or spotted minerals, Mg3Si2O5(OH)4, used as a source of magnesium and asbestos, and in architecture as a decorative stone.[Middle English, from Old French serpentin, from Late Latin serpentīnus, from Latin serpēns, serpent-, serpent; see serpent.]

sin·u·ous  (sny-s) adj.

  • Characterized by many curves or turns; winding: a sinuous stream. Characterized by supple and lithe movements: the sinuous grace of a dancer. Not direct; devious. Sinuate: a sinuous leaf.[From Latin sinusus, from sinus, curve.]
  • sinuous [ˈsɪnjʊəs] adj; full of turns or curves; intricate; devious; not straightforward ; supple; lithe Also sinuate
  • [from Latin sinuōsus winding, from sinus a curve]Prodigal, pushing moral and esthetical boundaries, prodigal,  curvy, founded in nature,
  • International, interdisciplinary effecting ballet, art, thought etc

Words of Wisdom: On Art & Sacrifice

2 May

Joseph Campbell serves me as a source of inspiration, spiritually and academically. Campbell was inspired by Carl Jung. Their words articulate notions that stir something deep within me and resonate greatly, like a ball rolling around a Tibetan bowl.

The word “ART” can be simply said to be the synonym of Beauty. It is defined as the collection of beautiful, creative things. It is the expression of your imagination. It is the skill acquired by experience, study, or observation. It is an occupation requiring knowledge or skill. It highlights the conscious use of skill and creative imagination especially in the production of aesthetic objects and implies a personal, non analyzable creative power (Joseph Campbell).”

“Art is a kind of innate drive that seizes a human being and makes him its instrument. To perform this difficult office it is sometimes necessary for him to sacrifice happiness and everything that makes life worth living for the ordinary human being (Carl Jung).”

Synchronicity: One Organic Blueprint–BeMused Visual Abstraction

20 Apr

THESE IMAGES OF SACRED GEOMETRY ARE VISUAL ARTICULATIONS OF THE FOLLOWING ANCIENT AND FUTURISTIC IDEOLOGIES: FOREVER IS FOREVER.
  • Tube Torus
  • Seed of Life
    • By ratcheting the Seed of Life one obtains the basic structure of the Tube Torus. The Tube Torus is basic in the study of Vortex forms. This first simple study of a one dimensional form leads to the understanding of multidimensional vortex forms.
  • Slinky Effect
  • The Spiderweb Effect
  • Golden Ratio/Mean Spiral from two different calculations
    • If you copy the Golden Mean Spiral several times and use the same center point, then place it in a circle, you obtain another means of viewing a vortex. This can also be done with any calculable spiral such as the Fibonacci spiral.
  • Zero Point
  • Harmonics of Sound
    • As you contemplate this image, the beginning of the study of Character Math seems to appear. This is a one dimensional look at the polar grid which is actually 3 dimensional. The study of music and how it pertains to the Flower of Life and the polar grid, yields harmonic calculations which describe other proportional properties in Sacred Geometry. Phi Harmonics research continues at San Graal School of Sacred Geometry. There are links on the front page to other articles and downloadable music files which are pertinent to the study of The Language of Light, according to Phi and the Vibration of our Universe.
    • Calculating the polar grid from a different perspective we get the harmonics of music equaling the twelfth root of two, which is the standard for tuning harmonics as we know them
  • The Donut Effect
  • Conical Hats
  • 12 Spiraling Cones Around 1 – Creation
  • Flower of Life
  • Sacred Geometry
  • Metatron’s Cube
  • Zero Point
  • Rods and Cones All Seeing Eye
  • The Court Jester and the Fleur de Lis (Flower of Life)
  • Hermes Trismegistus: The Emerald Tablets of Thoth
  • Gordian Knot: Eclipse of Time and Consciousness

Homer-The Iliad: Book XVIII (I Seek This When I Need This)

11 Apr

Bk XVIII:468-617 Hephaestus forges Achilles’ armour

With this, Hephaestus returned to his forge, turned his bellows on the fire, and ordered them to begin. The set of twenty nozzles blew on the crucibles, sending out a varying blast of air at need, aiding his careful efforts as required, at every stage of the work. Into the crucibles went stubborn bronze, tin, precious gold and silver. He set up a great anvil on its block, and took a massive hammer in one hand and a pair of tongs in the other.

Then he first made a shield, broad and solid, adorning it skilfully everywhere, and setting round it a glittering triple rim, with a silver strap attached. Five layers it had, and he decorated it with subtle art.

On it he showed the earth, sea, sky, the tireless sun and the full moon, and all the constellations that crown the heavens, the Pleiades, Hyades, great Orion, and the Bear, that men also call the Wain, that circles round in its place, never bathing in Ocean’s stream, while gazing warily at Orion.

On it he showed two fine cities of mortal men. In one there were marriage feasts, and to the light of blazing torches, the brides were led from their rooms and through the city, to the sound of wedding songs. Young men circled in the dance, whirling round to flutes and lyres, while women stood in their doorways gazing. But the men had gathered in assembly, where two of them were arguing a case, contesting the blood price to be paid for another’s death. The defendant claimed he had paid all that was right, putting this to the people, but the accuser refused his acceptance, and the pair of them sought arbitration. Both were cheered by their supporters, whom the heralds firmly restrained. The Elders sat on the sacred bench, a semi-circle of polished stone, receiving the speaker’s staff from the loud-voiced heralds, and rising to give judgement in turn. At their feet lay two talents of gold, the fee for the one who gave the soundest judgement.

The other city was besieged by two armies clad in glittering armour. Their plan was to attempt to sack it, or accept instead a half of all its wealth. But the citizens resisted, and secretly were arming for an ambush, their beloved wives, the children, and the old left to defend the walls, while the rest set out, led by Ares and Athene, all made of gold. Tall and beautiful in their golden clothes and armour, as gods should look, they rose above the smaller warriors at their feet. Another scene showed them by a river, a watering place for the herds and a likely place to mount their ambush, and there they were seated in their bronze armour. Then in another two scouts were posted, waiting for sight of a herd of sheep or glossy cattle. Then there was shown the herds’ arrival, with two herdsmen behind playing flutes, ignorant of the cunning ambush. Then the ambushers were seen, rushing out to attack them as they neared, quickly cutting out the herd of cattle and the fine white flock of sheep, killing the herdsmen. Next, the besiegers were shown, sitting in assembly, or rising at the sound of cattle, or mounting behind their high-stepping steeds and racing towards the action. And finally he showed the ranks in battle at the river, attacking each other with bronze-tipped spears. Strife and Panic were at work, and ruthless Fate, here laying her hands on one man freshly wounded, there on another still unscathed, and next dragging a corpse through the chaos by its feet. The cloak about her shoulders was red with human blood. Just like living men they seemed to clash and fight, and drag away the bodies of those killed.

On the shield also, he depicted fallow-land, soft, rich, broad and thrice-ploughed, and on it ploughmen were driving their teams to and fro, and where they turned at the field’s end a man held a cup of honeyed wine in his hands to give to them, so they were eager to wheel about at the end of the rich furrow. Behind them the field, though made of gold, looked black as if it had been ploughed, a wonderful feature of the work.

On the shield also, he showed a royal estate, where labourers were reaping, with sharp sickles in their hands. Armfuls of corn were falling in swathes along the rows, while sheaves were being bound with twists of straw. Boys were gathering up the armfuls and carrying them to the three binders, while the king, staff in hand, stood joyfully and silently beside them. Heralds in the background beneath an oak were readying a feast, dressing a great sacrificial ox they had slaughtered, while women sprinkled the meat with white barley ready for the labourers to eat.

On the shield also, he portrayed in gold a fine vineyard laden with grapes, though the clusters of heavy fruit were black, and the vines were tied to silver poles. Round it was a ditch of blue enamel, and outside that a fence of tin and a single path led to it, that served for all the coming and going of harvest time. Girls and youths, were joyfully carrying off the ripe grapes in wicker baskets, while in their midst a boy sang of Linos, in a sweet treble voice, to the pleasant music of the clear-toned lyre. They all skipped along, with a chorus of cries, beating the earth in time, with dancing feet.

Then on the shield he showed a herd of straight-horned cattle, in gold and tin, lowing as they trotted from their byre to graze at a murmuring stream beside the swaying rushes. Four herdsmen, also in gold, walked beside them, and nine swift dogs ran behind. But in the next scene two savage lions in amongst the leaders were gripping a bull that bellowed loudly, dragging it off, pursued by youths and dogs. The lions had torn the bull’s flank open, and were devouring its innards, lapping the dark blood, while the herdsmen tried in vain to set the swift hounds on them, the dogs scared to grapple, but running in barking, then leaping aside.

On the shield, also, the lame master-smith added meadowland full of white sheep, in a fine valley, with sheepfolds, huts and pens.

Then he inlaid an intricate dancing floor like that which Daedalus once made in spacious Cnossos for long-haired Ariadne. Young men, and girls worth many cattle, were dancing there, their hands clasping one another’s wrists. The girls wore white linen with pretty garlands on their heads; the young men fine-woven tunics with a soft sheen, daggers of gold hanging from their silver belts. Here, they danced lightly with skilful steps, like the motion a potter gives his wheel when testing it out to see how it will run. There, they ran in lines to meet each other. And enjoying the lovely scene, a host of people stood round about, while a pair of acrobats whirled among them, keeping time to the dance.

Finally, round the rim of the solid shield, he laid out the mighty stream of Ocean.

When the large heavy shield was done, he made a breastplate for Achilles that shone brighter than flame; a massive helmet to fit his head, a fine one cleverly embossed with a crest of gold; and greaves of pliable tin.

And when the lame god had wrought the armour, he took it and set it down in front of Thetis. Then she swooped like a falcon, from snow-topped Olympus, bearing Hephaestus’ gleaming gift.

Scarlet Leaflet

31 Jan

Red, red leaves: my eyes find little in life more pleasing. Scarlet leaflets supersede all floral & all fauna, all greenery & all shrubbery, & all synthetic roses that stand for love or hope or gratitude or mourning or whatever the hue brands as ideological eternity into the flimsy plastic veins.

Went on a walk this morning. Brisk air bestows bounce back between shoe, step, cement, step, foot, step, asphalt, step, my mood is a mellow cool. Caught a glimpse of the beauty in the intricate flaw. She hunched over her shopping cart, stalled and searching inside a trash can on the uneven pavement adjacent to a sleeping house and steaming black, plastic trash bags. Bare hands and broken nails felt through goo and gunk and stench for objects of value, the high find pegging hopes upon a 5 cent california redemption for backwash in a soiled soda bottle. Humming a jazz riff to herself, she was alone but certainly not lonely: a pagent of bizarre festivities bore the joy and excitement forth beyond her eyes, brimming light, emanating joy, praise today!

On the way home from the corner liquor store, I pack my Camel Turkish Golds against my pulsating wrist, everything beating to the rhythm of my heart, a tempo tamed and tempered by music. Spinal tapping feet, leaves blowing like hands, underbelly reveal vulnerable veins, greeting waving back and forth, and I spot scarlet leaflets on a tree within arm reach. I snap a twig and continue on my way. Smile curls lips towards ears: how wondrous and magnificent, this scarlet leaf. Influenced in gratitude of the glorious vision, microscopic in the relative scheme of all that is and isn’t, I call to the lady about five paces ahead of me. “Is this red leaf not the loveliest start to spring? It makes me happy, I just felt like sharing.” She tilts her head to the left and scrunches her nose up under smiling eyes. “There ya go girl! It sure is. Hey, y’know what? Plant that in a pot and maybe you can get yo’self a right red leaf tree from that twig!” Logic like jack in the beanstalk. Magic is her reality, or perhaps skepticism and conservatism is mine. I want to share in the delight of her reality. I respond: ” I will! Maybe it will blossom into a full grown tree before finals time, how nice! Thanks for the tip.”

“Sure thing, baby. Keep on!”

Human interaction is ripe with magic.

Sirius Star

27 Jan

My favorite Yasht (hymn) in the Avesta (oldest concentric prayer mantra of Zorastrianism) is the story of the hero dog star based on a true star, the Sirius star. The Hopi native americans looked to this same star across the world and conceived its significance as the rebirth of consciousness. Sirius shines as the brightest star in the night sky.

I am enchanted.

http://www.crystalinks.com/sirius.html

http://www.crystalinks.com/hopi2.html

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