Jelling Resolutions

As I reviewed my pending New year’s resolutions,
carefully organized and written down in my pedantic way,
I realize they fell into four groups:

CHANGING HABITS (ORCHESTRATION)
PUTTING FRUSTRATIONS TO REST (FORGIVENESS)
BALANCING VALUES and PERCEPTIONS (TEGSH)
SETTING GOALS (COMMITMENTS)

The details matter little compared with intent and,
while recognizing some consider ‘linking intent to action’ is ‘magic’,
I do not – that simply ‘being resolute’; but agree that if most of the resolutions come to pass it will be magickal – yet I will persist in the practice.

I am a firm believer in the ‘CPR’ approach to growth, i.e. “out with the bad idea – in with the new,” and “the only thing standing in the way of a new idea is that an ineffective idea is in its place!”

Thus I figured I was prepared – until I chatted with Trigor …

and learned how unprepared I am for fulfillment. To illustrate this point, he slipped to allegory, which I will share with you.

“Consider yourself in contemplation as a jelly filled donut – or a spiral Danish or cherry bob-bon as you prefer. Setting new goals or resolutions might be considered as moving from one plate to another. The challenge is how to move your essential being (the jelly part) without making a mess of the job, as you cannot move just the jelly as the entire donut must come along, with the juicy filling still inside!

Now a donut is coincidentally also a taros, and circles endlessly about to insure you do not forget what brought you here. With a Danish you might envision a spiraled labyrinth leading to your inner-self; while a bob-bon is made of concentric circles to the same effect. What is basic here is that the middle cannot be moved without the entirety of your human self. So, of these four categories of resolutions, even thinking of new goals is meaningless until you have dealt with the other three – and waiting until a specific date will always be too late.

The process of (reordered) – Forgiveness, Tegsh and Orchestration should be a continuously cycled event, which will allow for the setting of new goals with confidence – setting your own ‘new year’ of being. Each sunrise can be a rebirth of where ‘you are going’, but only if ‘who you are’ is be and done.”

Hummmm …

perhaps a metaphysical diet is in order.

papa faucon

Carnival

 

Masks

Purposely not idenifiable

I wear a mask

like the face of a clock

tick tock, tick tock

The extra layer

another surface

of expression

cosmetic and covering

is the facade.

Isle of Prey

Event One

‘Permission to come aboard, Sir.’- my memory is clear on this, now an older man, half a century old. It haunts my dreams of sailing great ships and is always the way the dreams begin. Once aboard the nightmares set off with the sailing ship on a warm night in dense fog.

Appeasements for the Keeper of the Mine

Reaching Out

Although I have other appeasement offerings - I offer this one because it was inspired by the art and creativity that I see in the magical land of Lemuria.

Prompt - Day/Week Three Avent Calendar

~~Soulwright

The Unarranged Flower

*** This poem and collage is inspired from day eleven of the Advent Calendar

The Unarranged Flower

An arch of colors surrounds the reflection of a man

they call  the unarranged flower.

by Patricia

The Bath House

On the road to the Alluvial Mine are many places to stop. I had imagined quaint, tiny shops full of bric-a-brac, colored tissue paper for wrapping and quirky cards to fill the emptiness purchasing can sometimes fill. Paper money is not found on this journey, and most certainly not the goal of the shop keeper in this far away land filled with mystery.

There is a stone house, …

Day Seven - Froglet’s Room

Dunbeg leads me to my room…

Day 6 - Lemurian Seed Packet

Tiny Froglet wakes up…

Mapping the Heart

At a photo storage site, (within the modern marvels of the world wide web) called ‘picture trail’ there is an added attraction called ‘photo flicks’. There are twenty-seven different types to be exact, with names such as: slow slide, peel mirror, and bobble heads, to name a few. The ‘photo flick’ that caught my attention, actually mesmerized me is called ‘rotating glass’   …

Weep Not Lemuria

While musing on the seeding, nurturing and blossoming if Lemuria, now perhaps to lie fallow or bear only special fruit as the budding of my Christmas cactus, I stumbled, as if by chance on an old book – found and saved for fifty years but never read. Some say there are no ‘coincidences’ – so I share some of this with you, that I might insert the name ‘Heather’ and ‘Lemuria’ as ye will forgive.

The book is “Light of Asia”, by one Edwin Arnold in 1879. It is an epic translation of Indian poems and stories of the life of Buddha, and was notable for being simultaneously attacked by the ‘East’ for ‘commonizing’ Buddha’s divine nature, and by the West for drawing attention to similarities with Jesus’ life. As the poem is about 230 pages long, I give you but a glimpse – perhaps to caress the ‘Christos Current’ by which our Enchantress is surely touched.

faucon, in gratitude
…………………………………………………………………………………..

thus took [she], and [her] writing-stick, and stood
With eyes bent down before the Sage, who said,
“Child, write [these ancient words], speaking slow the verse
[“Lemuria”] named, which only High-born hear …

[“Verily, I write,”] meekly relied [our Heather],
and quickly on the dust [the Enchantress] drew –
…
The pictured writings and speech of signs,
Tokens of cave-men and the sea-peoples,
Of those who worship snakes beneath the earth,
And those who flame adore and the sun’s orb,
The magicians and the dwellers on the mounds;
Of all the nations all strange scripts [she] traced
One after other with [her] writing-stick,
Reading the [Master’s] verse in every tongue;
and [the Muse] said, “It is enough …”

……………………………………………………………

now rest