Oracle of the Dreamtime ~ Kangaroo
Marsupials were gifted their baby carrying pouch from Spirit in return for the kindness shown to a aged wombat by a mother kangaroo.
Not all good deeds go rewarded, and sometimes they are punished as the saying goes, but it shouldn't stop us from thoughtful actions, everyday kindness, generosity of spirit. These cost nothing and gain much. One on one we haven't forgotten, but as a world, I'm not so sure.
If I can't have it neither can anyone else. Echidna wanted all the honey but he couldn't get to it and no one would give him the tools to do so, so in spite he drank up all their water. The ill thought out plan ended poorly.
Didn't have to, he could have shared with the community. His nature wouldn't allow it, mine all mine ruled his life. The lesson in this, his life ended, early and painfully.
I'm thinking about sending sizable checks to my five nieces and nephews, just because. There is a string...I want them to let me know eventually what they spent it on. One of the favorite what if conversations of our early broke days was what if someone gave me X dollars. I've thought of that often as I've moved through my life generations. Each generation the focus changed. The memories make me laugh. And I'd like not to be remembered as the selfish Echidna who could have shared and didn't.
Mountain over Earth. Splitting apart.
Inferior influences hold sway, evil feeds on evil and misfortune is reaching for its peak. The challenge is holding true while Mountain over Earth works to split apart all that is whole and good. Will the tipping point be reached? It is very close.
Image credit: Nikki Wyss, Raw Footage Photography
Wind over Water. White caps. We say 'the river is full of chop' here. If in a boat your teeth hit your skull with every chop. Whap. Whap. Whap. Your options are ride it out white knuckling the gunwale or the tiller and hope it doesn't get worse, or offload to land.
Life chop, well, sometimes there isn't any resolving, only finding personal release. Today is the big fire day. Torching the huge pile of limbs and debris cleanup from downing two forest giants for firewood this spring. I'm respectfully adding two packages. Releasing, resolving only way left to me.
I'm crying, and will cry again later. But maybe some of that dreadful chop will resolve to calm water. It's been nine years after all...if anyone cared but me I'd have heard about it by now.
I Ching Tarot ~ Hexagram 61
Wind over Lake. There are ancient lakes wind has through time, completely depleted. Now sand. Ringed by bones of dinosaurs coming for their last drink, sucked down in mud that remained.
If this strange year has changed nothing we are a hopeless breed indeed, deserving of the mud fate that awaits us. The bog created by history books, white man history, framed in glory. Mired in lies and manipulation and sleight of hand.
We've been force fed history books that show today as fat pilgrims around well built tables, laden with corn on the cob and beautifully baked whole turkeys. Do a search for the real first thanksgiving and read awhile. Start a new tradition with truth. And teach it to your children. Then spend some time with the reality of Cortez, Columbus, Custer...our history is the mud of lost lakes, glossed over photoshopped fairy tales. Today's children deserve better, I'll do Thanksgiving when I see that wisdom a reality.
Wind over Wind. This hexagram suggests small puffs for quick change. Sustained winds require bigger rearrangements. And in Tao manner, always with gentle thought, truth forefront.
Life changes, just like wind direction. I believe the very basis of Tao is bend, don't snap. I've made a number of changes this year, tiny and long term both. Mostly driven to it because I felt I was at the breaking point. That brittleness is hard to live with, harder to sustain. Better that I bent. It is a shame humans hate change so much...it isn't bad once you get off your (Y) and start. Little bites at a time. Baby steps.
Thunder over Thunder! Sounds exciting. What it means is we've been guided by ego, and honor has dwindled to nothing. The heart has faded; whipped and encouraged by invective the mind runs on autopilot, thinking only of yesterday.
I speak for myself, knowing it can take years to clean up that kind of life mess. Enlightenment can be painful. Especially when I was right and they were wrong still lingers. And the world rolls on by and we willingly bathe in the thunder until one day we realize we are the only ones suffocating in the lava. The world doesn't care, and we only have one individual life, and wasting it on thunder which produces nothing is sad beyond sad.
Carpola happens. Get over it. I wonder just how many times I've murmured Let It Go. Millions. Because I know it works. Eventually.
Thunder over Heaven. True power lies in harmony with what is right. In a perfect world maybe. The hexagram wisdom I've been offered this week could be applied to the outside world in heaping wheelbarrows full.
But this desk isn't the world. I'm not in power of nations.
What I need to remember is how much power I have in this home. My mood and actions affect everyone. I can see the results of that power immediately. Using it unwisely makes me no better than a pouting bully.
I Ching Tarot ~ Hexagram 17
Thunder over Wetlands. Yin + yin. Two energies, adaptability and flexibility yoked together for good.
I would call this image doing it in a kick-ass way. Movin' on. Gettin' on with it. Doin' it. All over it. Leading by learning.
I Ching Tarot ~ Hexagram 49
The companion book with this deck indicates mountain over heaven hexagram is the choice between moving back home or powering through hard times. Being given a fish or learning to fish.
We powered though, but we were a long way from anyone we could have moved in with, and we had a mortgage, not an investment we were willing to walk away from. So Rob worked all the overtime he could get and I worked two jobs and we lived close to the bone.
That is no brag, I don't ever want to rub up against those times again. I only wish the best to those facing the move in with someone else decision, in these Covid times. And the only advice I can offer is, you aren't a guest. Pitch in, everywhere, without being asked.
A journey made with modesty will make more progress than one made with billigerance. Not sure when I last thought about that word. I got belligerent yesterday when I lept into my quilt room and the power strip for the light and iron wouldn't work.
Unplugged everything including the source plug. Plugged everything in, nothing. Kept flipping the power switch waiting for a miracle, nothing. Inserted rakafratz words a few times, hadn't been in there for a month but now I wanted to work, Right Now.
The power tester showed the strip was fried. Well that was a start, information always is, but I had to get out the last remaining Christmas box I own and dig in it for the strip I used for the little village at the beauty shop. But strip in place, on the road again, and all the billigerance in the world no help at all. The world would be a better place if I remember this lesson. It doesn't work, doesn't help, is embarassing. Anyway, smooth traveling today, leisurely pace.
Delight. Joy. Bring it on. Why not start acting on it, today?
The 15th is pizza day at the Woerz's, our one day to go mad calorie-wise. Homemade dough. Classico pizza sauce. Jimmy Dean Hot sausage. Armour Pepperoni. Tillamook medium cheddar and Lucerne Jack cheese. 425° on the preheated pizza stone for 15 minutes. We even have special plates, just for the 15th.
I haven't set down to my sewing machine for at least a month. I need to get over the world and get into my happy place. The good news is I deep cleaned in there while my brain was away, so double happy place. My recycled shirts Heart quilt is sitting there by the machine, next strip pinned in place, waiting for me. How could I disappoint it, on this Hexagram 53 day? If I fit on a happy face, maybe the happy heart will follow. And I'll disregard the absolute fact there is no such thing as an I Ching Tarot.
Inexhaustible potentials.
It is 5 AM, my kitten who barely speaks above a whisper has shouted me awake. It is good to be able to be up, to be breathing, to be alive. To have potential.
It is bad to update my Grief post. The numbers are staggering and moreso because it didn't have to be this way.
The autopsy is complete, yet the corpse rots on. A zombie at the wheel, who'd a thought it possible.
Consulting Dr, Google I find: To kill zombies, you need to destroy their brains. The most surefire route is simply lopping off the cranium with a chainsaw, machete, or samurai sword. Mind the follow-through, anything less than 100 percent decapitation just makes them angry.
Of course there are the Corpse Whisperers egging the zombie on; yes we now have Squattergate.
"The Sword on the dark plain shows that not all issues are resolved" PetraK. We made a fundamental change to our lifestyle yesterday. I've been mulling it over since my retreat on the river last month. It has crossed my mind for years. Real change requires a reason.
Only took Rob about three hours to view the idea from all angles, then surprising me, he got onboard. A handful of honey-dos, a couple of sub-honey-dos and we are in business.
We usually need a retreat for a reason. Think about the reasons, choose one to work on. And commit. Doesn't have to be earthshaking. But it might be! The only unresolved issue? A clock, believe it or not.
PetraK Tarot ~ Knight of Coins
Patient, slow to anger, never hasty. Hardworking, enjoys the outdoors, can be passive-aggressive.
I see this Knight this morning, in a Thothy deck, and all I get is pinterest. I.E debils spawn. spit spit. Not a fan. Anyway, a Page might be the person who collects imaginary adventures and pastes them in their pinterest scrapbook. The Knight is actually out there doing the adventures, doesn't need no stinkin' badges. He is immersed in life, not pasting pictures of someone else's. I bow to their go-get-em-ness.
All eager and excited, and no experience or wisdom to go with it. We never outgrow the Fool stage, a good and wonderful thing, but it doesn't take much thinking on our part to avoid the unpleasant side effects.
I have an acquaintance who thinks the shopping channel hosts are actually talking to her directly. So she has it on 24 hours a day. Leaves it on when they go on vacation. Honest. She says sometimes they even come on the line when she orders. Of course they would, she is paying a good portion of their salary.
She is smart, no dementia. She has lots of friends, not alone. The only thing I can figure is sheer habit. But her shopping has changed the trajectory of their long term retirement plans. Is she a fool? Or am I for worrying about something that is zero my beeswax? Me I think.
At least it isn't a dove with blood pouring out of it's stabbed heart. Yet the central sword is deeply driven into the base, the remaining merely acolytes, just for shows, pretenders, no use at all.
PetraK sees this card as the road to rehabilitation. I doubt it, swords won't give like wands or offer like cups or buy change like coins. They scar. They sever. I feel I've been severed from 49% of my tribe. I feel ill at the idea of ever setting foot in 49% of my country. If that isn't a buried sword I don't know what is. Humans. Never change, never grow, never move forward. 3 of Swords. It's so grim, I'm rooting for Covid 19.
Extinguished matches. Useless nubs. Not even enough source wood to start a fire. It is hard to come back from this state, to reorder the mind, heart, and spirit, to cross the line and drop the load. We need a little Rubidium...rub it between our fingers for spirit, run H20 over it, get a spark going again.
This sun at least invokes hope. That is more than I had a few days ago.
In liquid form, if you've had a PET scan you've used this Element. Not something you want sitting around the house, it combusts spontaneously when exposed to air, and when combined with water, burns. In fireworks, the pretty purple.
Bit like people. We have our triggers, and woosh...we are on fire, taking down friends and foe on the way. None of it necessary, I think humans just prefer to take sides, puff up our personal preferences, and everyone else is dumb as a door knob. Pity, that.
Parents said eat your spinach although they probably didn't know why. I know it more commonly as fluoride, a yellow gas at room temperature, added to water for our teeth. Too much ingested over time can lead to holey bones and teeth. Too little can lead to holey bones and teeth.
The key to life, as Goldilocks found is knowing when enough is enough. Too bad it takes a lifetime to learn that, then we are dead and can't apply the wisdom. Glad I'm living to 120, just think how many years I'll have to actually be wise. Life is good. And so is Fluorine 9 F.
A synthetic Element, no known application as its half-life is 17 seconds. Yet it has been given an Atomic Number. It has its place in this deck. When they created and identified it in that Danish lab in 1981 did they celebrate? Laugh like donkeys? What's the point?
Having done it I suppose. Making something that didn't exist before that minute. Maybe like me making sample quilt blocks. Or string blocks. Or extra blocks. Because of the potential of potential.
In ancient Egypt we'd be using it as Kohl around our eyes. The name derives from the Greek 'anti - monos', meaning not alone and is normally used in compounds as the fire retardant. Batteries, bullets, paint, infrared detectors, and diodes. Not commonly found, 88% of what we use comes from China.
Ok, enough palaver, I've had my coffee, I'm going to go look. See if we've lost our mind or come to our senses. Either way, we bought it, we own it, we live with it. I hope I don't have to get out my antimony coated bullets.
One of the rarest Elements on earth, scientists have contemplated this thin Element that coats the earth's crust does not occur naturally but came from outside our solar system...deposited when the meteor that likely caused the big bang occurred. Because of its non-corrosive properties and high melting point you and I would find it in our pen tips and spark plug points.
Seems a waste for something so exotic. Yet fitting, there is a tiny little bit so we use it in tiny little things. I can live with that, along with the use it up wear it out philosophy. What else would it be doing but lying there thinking how did I get here?
First identified in 1803 by William Hyde Wollaston as a by-product of platinum. About 85% of today's mined palladium ends up in auto exhaust catalytic converters, where it helps turn toxic pollutants into less-harmful carbon dioxide and water vapor. In short supply for the last eight years, driving current pricing to $72.00 a gram. Each converter uses 2-30 grams depending on size of the vehicle.
Early Brazilian miners called it ouro podre, worthless gold. How times change. And will change again, catalytic converters aren't needed in electric cars.This card reminds me of all the things and people I held in high regard that changed to disinterest or disuse over the years. Of the things I disregarded when I should have noticed.
Our lifestyle alterations due to coronavirus strike me daily, how many of those changes will we take to heart for the better, how many will we sling from us later? And what ouro podre will I discard, what palladium will I draw to me today?
And if you need a calming distraction this week, I'd call this Palladium... click here
A week with the Elements, the basis of the world. Chemistry anyone? My brain is ever ready to scoop information, on the minus side the scoop is a sieve. I recently read a whole book on the Elements, hardly remember any of it, but it's why I backed this deck. 84 beautiful cards, paper, a book without a spine. Elements? Carbon, hydrogen and oxygen (C, H and O).
My scoop says Titanium was discovered by William Gregor, 1791, and the name is derived from the Titans. It is an allotrope, a new word learned this morning, the sieve has already almost lost what it means.
A primary element in missiles. With a madman at the wheel, willing to smash and grab. I could use some Titanium allotroped into my brain, it is on deep vibrate this week nearing the breaking point; I hope for peace, I expect smash.
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