Thursday, 21 January 2016
Iceland says no. ( the aftermath of the wedding)
Furtive with the bliss. Chutes flow down to an abattoir of souls. Lapsed clauses and foul mistakes - Brighton burned my town and made off with all the people. The now Shattered indulged peddling their wares with Stale cheaps and bits of corpse. The glimmering knife that tore. Foul feels in hefty places. MB
Thursday, 14 January 2016
Macro.Micro.
"Back when I wrote about Saturday's game changing new moon, I proposed that January 13–14 may be time frame when we're really getting an idea for this lunar month is about.
Keep in mind that new moons seed the reality that we experience over the following 28 days (aka the lunar month). That said, what was so special about this one? It landed just a few degrees off of a conjunction to Pluto and a square to Uranus. Translation? The coming lunar month will be seeded with heavy themes of death, rebirth, transformation, power, shadow, revelations, sudden or shocking events, awakenings, breakdowns, breakthroughs, and rapid evolution. I know, heavy stuff. A colleague of mine even asked me yesterday, what is going on in the heavens??? We're all feeling it.
What's the bigger message behind all of this?
My mind goes to Saturn in Sagittarius. Saturn, after all, was the ruler of the Capricorn New Moon. While Saturn is in Sag until the end of 2017, we're all deeply examining questions of faith and meaning. When we experience deeply upsetting or even shocking experiences, where is our faith? What does it mean? This is for each of us to answer for ourselves.
I also know that this is a time in human history when we're in a passage of rapid growth, evolution, chaos, and revolution as well as a battle between consciousness and anti-consciousness. The outer planets have been holding a specific configuration over the past few years that says to us that something has to change. So, what do you want to change? The energy is ripe for something new. "
https://www.facebook.com/empoweringastrology/?fref=photo
Keep in mind that new moons seed the reality that we experience over the following 28 days (aka the lunar month). That said, what was so special about this one? It landed just a few degrees off of a conjunction to Pluto and a square to Uranus. Translation? The coming lunar month will be seeded with heavy themes of death, rebirth, transformation, power, shadow, revelations, sudden or shocking events, awakenings, breakdowns, breakthroughs, and rapid evolution. I know, heavy stuff. A colleague of mine even asked me yesterday, what is going on in the heavens??? We're all feeling it.
What's the bigger message behind all of this?
My mind goes to Saturn in Sagittarius. Saturn, after all, was the ruler of the Capricorn New Moon. While Saturn is in Sag until the end of 2017, we're all deeply examining questions of faith and meaning. When we experience deeply upsetting or even shocking experiences, where is our faith? What does it mean? This is for each of us to answer for ourselves.
I also know that this is a time in human history when we're in a passage of rapid growth, evolution, chaos, and revolution as well as a battle between consciousness and anti-consciousness. The outer planets have been holding a specific configuration over the past few years that says to us that something has to change. So, what do you want to change? The energy is ripe for something new. "
https://www.facebook.com/empoweringastrology/?fref=photo
Upgrades, amputations and change
Upright mass and Attitudinal light. Ephemeral junctions, squaring junctures and capstones; Starlight is my Gaze. Lazarus walking the trismegestus brilliance of uncovered eyes . . MB
Saturday, 9 January 2016
Too Don Draper for comfort ~Appraised II
Impressions,thoughts,truths,endings,beginnings + general non-mistakable realisations that I have to breathe.
All this in one morning.
Truth is rapidly overcoming caution and even more rapidly giving way to " Don't give a damn"
I Feel myself expanding exponentially.
Today is the day; Non negotiables in spirit. The right to fly.
Putting it all out there.
The right to try.
Tonight is the night.
No longer hiding from asks and wants.
Lets do this.
© MB
All this in one morning.
Truth is rapidly overcoming caution and even more rapidly giving way to " Don't give a damn"
I Feel myself expanding exponentially.
Today is the day; Non negotiables in spirit. The right to fly.
Putting it all out there.
The right to try.
Tonight is the night.
No longer hiding from asks and wants.
Lets do this.
Saturday, 2 January 2016
Away from the drunken discourse..
In the new...
Haven't written for ages, it's
difficult- being so out of kilter with my self. Dissolving behind
enemy lines, word and tongue blind. The frozen magazine guns of
empty. Last year was horrific, and twisted and blessed, inward
progression under so much unequivocal press. And words don't come
easy in the effort to construct, express or even negotiate a mind scattered by the elements in this hard new world of
digital soul terraform. Uncivilized electronic lines. They break us down to dust. Bleeding behind the
eyes, it's loss over and over again. Bits of parts of arms and
things, too much .
So I'm sitting here, newly ritual-ed forgetting my lines, trying to hold on to breath and brain with both hands, to see the old me out. This time I'm empty and naked, sitting behind myself; with no formed offerings, only abstract hopes- prayers for deliverance and change. Cries for new things, clanging from the depths, steadfastly repeating: I cannot do last year again.
I'm tunneled out and shadow blind; on all fours - in dark unsteadying times. Hewed and pummeled by the electronic Gods of wrath, their feet-stomp stamped out on soul pulped floor. These death doors of entry -death or divine. I'm praying my God has not forgotten my name, or the place and time where I was born. I'm praying my god will take me from this shore. I am so tired and strained and drained by "just trying to get by". There is nothing left but empty-burden, heavy-full and bleeding from itself. The staggeringly monstrous struggle of trying to navigate such odds. How do we fly when each day requires us to hold on just to survive?. If only for a little while longer? when lesser mortals would crack.
Now would be a time for grace to enter and set things right; steer our hearts and prayers upon to some distant hope a new course beyond exhausted. 2016 death or glory.
So I'm sitting here, newly ritual-ed forgetting my lines, trying to hold on to breath and brain with both hands, to see the old me out. This time I'm empty and naked, sitting behind myself; with no formed offerings, only abstract hopes- prayers for deliverance and change. Cries for new things, clanging from the depths, steadfastly repeating: I cannot do last year again.
I'm tunneled out and shadow blind; on all fours - in dark unsteadying times. Hewed and pummeled by the electronic Gods of wrath, their feet-stomp stamped out on soul pulped floor. These death doors of entry -death or divine. I'm praying my God has not forgotten my name, or the place and time where I was born. I'm praying my god will take me from this shore. I am so tired and strained and drained by "just trying to get by". There is nothing left but empty-burden, heavy-full and bleeding from itself. The staggeringly monstrous struggle of trying to navigate such odds. How do we fly when each day requires us to hold on just to survive?. If only for a little while longer? when lesser mortals would crack.
Now would be a time for grace to enter and set things right; steer our hearts and prayers upon to some distant hope a new course beyond exhausted. 2016 death or glory.
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