Archive for January, 2011


B108: A Chip off the Old Block

January 31, 2011

Aura-Soma Archangel Jeremiel

B108 – Mid-tone Turquoise/ Mid-tone Olive
Born – 14th December 2010 12:04 UK time

The connection with Vicky Wall.
Deborah, the Warrior Queen and the Bee Goddess
Jeremiel has providence over the bees

Read more here Aura-Soma Net


100027: An enquiring mind

January 31, 2011

the banality of evil

 Image Credit: Things I read Today

100027 Hannaharendt is an asteroid. It was discovered on October 12, 1990 by Freimut Borngen and Lutz Schmadel. It was named after Hannah Arendt, who coined the phrase “the banality of evil”.

Asteroid Hannaharendt appears in my Natal chart, right on my Midheaven, sharing the Sabian Symbol of  “A glass-bottomed boat in still water” with Transneptunian Kronos.

Gemini 1: A glass-bottomed boat in still water

 The first degree gemini begins a shift into the energies of curiosity and exploration. Social dimensions are explored, considered and together with the Polar opposite expression of Sagittarius, the whole issue of tribal belonging begins in ernest.

“Glass-bottomed’ suggests detachment, objectivity. “Still water” suggests a capacity to look into matters deeply without the disturbance of turbulent water (emotions). 

~ Blain Bovee, The Sabian Sage


Circle of Inner Strewth

January 31, 2011

Goddess Mysts, The Goddess Living

Two things.

The only legitimate function of a teacher – ANY teacher – is to bring the student to the point where he/she doesn’t need the teacher any more.

If you’re looking for a Master – does that mean you’re planning to become a slave?

~ quote by The Flying Sorcerer, Godlike Productions

A Woman of Samaria

January 30, 2011

The Woman of Samaria by Chris Hall

The Guardians of Parcevall Hall in Wharfedale and the Shrine of Our Lady of Walshingham in Norfolk commissioned a representation of the moment when the woman of Samaria recognises the mystery of Christ’s reference to the Water of Life.

 Gospel of St John (Chapter IV, verse 14)

Sabian Symbol Taurus 7 : A Woman of Samaria

Getting in deep…

 Taurus 7 points to the experience of realizing that after that first step, one is already in deep… perhaps way too deep.

 A degree symbol often relates to honesty and truth, Taurus 7 brings the individual face to face with the issue of deeper life truths. This can manifest in the way an individual can feel the loss of control, as if by taking that one step it is no longer one’s story but rather a much larger story into which the individual makes a connection.

Sometimes this can be a little overwhelming and bring up the feelings  of scrambling for a life line after being thrown overboard.

Blain Bovee, Sabian Sage

From the Ratbag Muse

I have always loved the story of the Woman at the Well, although I do believe it was been greatly edited and all the juicy bits left out.  Methinks the the J-man got a bit of Samarian lovin’ , some fine lust-o in the el dust-o.

But I would say that, because the Sabian Symbol for my Lilith asteroid is a Woman of Samaria.

What would John know?  Was he there? 

 Ooooo…….was he there???


What if God was One of us?



In Spiritus

January 30, 2011

House of the Vestal Virgins, Rome


There are places I remember
All my life though some have changed
Some forever, not for better
Some have gone and some remain

All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I’ve loved them all

But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new

Though I know I’ll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I’ll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more

Though I remember I’ll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I’ll often stop and think about them
In my life I’ll love you more

In my life I’ll love you more

~ lyrics John Lennon



Muddling Through Midlife

January 28, 2011
Olive Press 800-700 BCE, Israel

Image Credit: Omri Suissa

As is the way of my peripatetic Choogling (channeling & googling) habits, I came across an article about the Cycles of Saturn, scribed by Dane Rudhyar in 1960, when I was still a tadpole – or maybe a conglomeration of squishy cells.

…….and that led me to having a play at and taking a squizz at astrological transits to see where  Saturn opp. Saturn was at when I was 14/15 (1975), my legendary Saturn Return at 29/30 (1990), and another Sat opp Sat (WTF)  at 44/45 in 2004 (oh yeah, baby, now I get what that year was about…..)

Then I read something about  other Midlife Transits – Pluto square Pluto, Uranus Opp Uranus and Neptune square Neptune…, you know, I just had to check those suckers out….

Another frolic and scamper at and – good golly, Miss Molly – at the time of the Southern Winter Solstice, June 1998, Pluto and Neptune were doing their square thang, and Uranus was in it’s position of flipping the bird to its natal self –  and I had just left my marriage after two years of building up my courage to do so –  after 11 years of missing all the red flags (and painting them another colour) about a Great Many Things.

I kinda feel like I’ve achieved something……

Like…..I’m Still Standing.

She Who Remains.

That something may simply be the getting of some sort of smartarse wisdom about the meaning of Wife, and donning a heyokha hat as I hand others the spade to shovel out their energy stables…. because I am done with leading horses to drink.  Horses ain’t stupid.  If they are thirsty, they know where to find water.

I digress……….I am deep in my Chiron Return and, you know, he is a horse…..oh, he says his real name is Ed.

Stay tuned – I aint done singing this songline.  I am onto something here, and it is no longer the Crack Of Doom – but I can flick peanuts into it from where I’m sitting.

They grow real well in horseshit.


Expresso & the Mandala

January 27, 2011

Warmun Mandala, Trevor Nickolls, Aboriginal Art Coop Gallery

“When the disciple knows Saturn is as the God who offers opportunity and does not feel him to be the deity who brings disaster, then she is on the path of discipleship in truth and in deed and not just theoretically.” Alice Bailey, Esoteric Astrology

That Old Devil, Saturn

Image Credit: Lindsey’s Coffee/Tea Blog


OOooooo!! The present!! For moi?

January 25, 2011

Psyche Opening the Golden Box

Image Credit: Trankiel

In our soul everything

moves guided by a mysterious hand:

ununderstandable, not speaking,

we know nothing of our own souls.

The deepest words

of the wise men teach us

the same as the whistle of the wind when it blows,

or the sound of the water when it is flowing.

   – Antonio Machado, Rebirth


Nourishment for the Soul:

Liminality, Thresholds, and the Symbolic Landscape – Betsy Purluss





Coming Alive: Turquoise

January 25, 2011

Blue Lake, Mt Gambier, South Australia

 Anne Lamott once wrote that becoming a writer is “ultimately about asking yourself . . . how alive am I willing to be?” Writer Ellen Meloy, a former technical illustrator, has chosen to live life with eyes wide open. Her book The Anthropology of Turquoise: Reflections on Desert, Sea, Stone, and Sky (Vintage 2002) is one long prayer of the senses, celebrating and mourning humanity through nature’s mirror….read more here


The Bone Collector

January 24, 2011

“I have been collecting bones, particularly skulls, for years while on nature walks. As a surgeon, I am interested in anatomy. As an artist, I find the bones intriguing natural forms. While walking in the African bush this past year, I saw many exotic bones on the ground. I picked one up and painted designs on it. Since then I have painted all kinds of bones, including local deer and alligator. Painting bones is an
intimate way to keep me connected to my nature. ~ Richard Hagerty, an American Surrealist

Knucklebones, Walberswick, Philip Wilson Steer (1860 - 1942)

Knucklebones, Walberswick, Philip Wilson Steer

Image Credit: Liverpool Museum, UK

The Bone Collector is a powerful ally who supports you in claiming what is rightfully yours ~ Colette Baron-Reid