S8EP4: 'Tis the Season

Hey, gang! Welcome to my life – where anything is possible and nothing is as it seems. I’m Freedom and I’ll be your host, coming at you from within the depths of Geistopia.

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The Nameless One

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The Socialite

The Village of Idiots

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Dancing Queen

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Chicken Witch

Dick Pointer

Soup, the Son

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Baby-Mama Rabbit

Wisconsin Belle

The Babes

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It is…Sunday, November 27, Two-Thousand and Twenty-New. Time...Exacting

**I have chosen to forego The Trinity this week and instead let you, as you read, Fellow Travelers, decide for yourselves.**

The Post

Tis the season.

Tis the season for Faith and Believing.

Tis the season for magick and miracles.

Tis the season for giving and sharing.

Tis the season for Redemption and Salvation.

Tis the season to be jolly.

Tis the season for so many things.

And I am feeling it.

This is always the strangest time of year for me. [That kinda says something.] I live and I do and I am. But it all seems so partial and temporary. I’m in a constant void as powers of the unknown call to and pull on me. No matter what I find myself doing there can be no focus above The Power of Yule.

I enjoy Samhain. I always enjoy the end of a cycle, or a year. I appreciate any celebration that expresses gratitude for the bounty we receive. I understand the rituals that ask us to honour the dead. Not just those who have passed before us, but also of times past. We can honour and appreciate what has gone without re-living it. Honour the dead…and let it remain dead. Of course, I so love what we have done with it as well – all the parties and games and costumes and such.

WALT: Costumes aren’t just for the bedroom anymore.

Stop it.

WALT: At least I didn’t include ‘games.’

Ugh.

WALT: Gives a whole new meaning to ‘bobbing for the apple.’

Oh, good lord.

I like Imbolc. I enjoy beginnings just as much as I do endings. I appreciate the celebration of new life on the horizon. I understand the rituals that plant seeds and reaffirm our desires for the year ahead. That Groundhog guy is pretty weird, but other than that it’s all pretty awesome.

But Yule is so different. Yule sits in the emptiness, The Void, between endings and beginnings. Its why Yule is so powerful. It is why we know this time of year to be filled with magick and miracles. All things are possible because nothing has form.

It is the ‘Dark’ time of the year. Like the veil between seasons. Spirits who do not get a chance to play any other time of year roam free. Their gift is taking just an inkling of a notion and turning it into something more real than ever imagined.

It really is my favorite time of year. For as long as I can remember I have resonated with it somehow. Every image, every story, every tradition feels like truth and home. From The Christ to The Claus, Yule truly is the most magickal, mystifying, and miraculous time of year. I think it touches us all. Somehow, at this time of year – through the darkness and the cold and the hustle and bustle of doing – we always seem to find the best in ourselves.

What a way to come into it though.

The week was intense, and I am feeling that as well. I am still processing so much of it. There were moments and happenings and emotions and grand realizations. A whole lifetime of seemingly random experiences sort of unfolded and came together all at the same time. It was a frenzied whirlwind of deep self-truth, damage control, revelation, protecting myself and my daughters – all while trying to be in the world and carry on business as usual.

Choices Were Made.

Choices have consequences – good, bad or indifferent. All choices have a consequence. I may or may not have seen the end of my consequences. That has yet to be seen and is entirely up to The Powers That Be.

As I said, Fellow Travelers, many things came from this Journey. I hope to cover as many of them as possible. One example is terminology. There have been words and phrases tossing about the torrent of it all. The thing about my words is that you cannot just glance past them casually with your own understanding and definitions. You must come into my mind and see them as I see them.

WALT: Yeah, Looch! In-spir-ationalism. WORD!

One such example is ‘The Darkness.’ These words have come to mean so many things to me [especially over the course of the past week.] Sometimes it is hard for me to know about which one I am writing.

I’ve come to realize this week that, ultimately, The Darkness is nothing more than my Shadow Self - that part within each of us that exists but rarely sees the light of day, knows expression or life. It is there but dormant for whatever reasons we have – fear, doubt, insecurity, perceived restrictions and limitations. The Shadow Self is a source of creation and expression. In it there is raw potential. However, the Shadow Self is also all of our hurts and fears and failures and moments we’d just rather never speak of again. The Shadow Self is either our friend – guiding us through The Dark Night of our being. Or, it is our enemy, conquering and slaying us where we stand.

For me, The Darkness has also come to refer to what I call Self-Worthlessness.

WALT: Word or not, Looch, we’re usin’ it.

This ‘Darkness’ is vast and varied. It is a grand assortment of moments and experiences – little stitches in time that seem so separate but are actually quilted together quite tightly. It is growing up. It is relationships. It is failures. It is awkwardness. It is abuse. It is innocence and ignorance. It is always having been a bit different. [In this world, but not of it.]

Just as darkness does, over time it crept into every crack and crevice of my being that it could find. It consumed them, overtook them. It coursed through the veins of my every doing. Every venture was destined to fail because The Darkness was spilling its blackened blood all over them.

This has been the course of my life for longer than you may realize, Fellow Travelers. That feeling of failure, of not belonging and of being less than, is as old as my first memory. Every memory since – the ones that cut me deep, the ones that humiliated or embarrassed me, the ones that broke me – was just The Darkness feeding itself.

The final layer of Darkness is the one I consider the greatest, for it is not only a result of The Darkness of Self-Worthlessness but also the greatest perpetrator of it. I call this Darkness Addiction. Belle disagrees.

WALT: What else is new? Ornery and contrary, I tell ya. Ornery and contrary.

In fact, after much deep discussion, she has come to the conclusion that this Darkness isn’t very dark at all. Perhaps even a bit natural. She may be right.

WALT: You did not just put that in writing. What have I told you? Give her an inch and she’ll take 5,280,000 feet.

Oh my god. Stop.

WALT: I would walk 500 miles.

Stop it.

WALT: Aaaannnd…I would walk 500 more.

We are trying to do things here.

WALT: And I am trying to keep it light…Mr. Darkness.

You just won in ways I cannot even compute. May I continue?

WALT: If you must.

Perhaps just a little.

WALT: Alright. But I’m listening.

Now…she may be…

WALT: that thing you said before.

Enough. God. She may be. But that’s the thing about any addiction – to some degree it is natural. For instance, Big ‘D’ was a workaholic all my life. She was truly addicted to it and fed it in so many ways. She put it above all else. Except maybe Craze’s shows…and even then sometimes.

There is nothing wrong with wanting to work hard or succeed. That is actually quite natural. It is the moderation or excessiveness which determines how healthy or unhealthy it is. So lies the foundation of every addiction.

It builds upon the wants and desires. It fastens itself to the things that drive and motivate us. It fills in voids and gaps. It temporarily bandages wounds. It offers escape. It seems natural at first – all ok. But in the end it is a distraction. Such was the case with mine. It wasted my time and my vital energies. It fed my already existing darknesses. It disconnected me from the world while simultaneously dragging me into the bowels of the earth.

Addiction.

Now, to make a long story short.

WALT: Oh, you passed that about three pages ago.

Wtf is with you tonight?

WALT: I am merely your Shadow Self seeking expression…

Ohhhhh lllllord.

WALT: Nurture me.

So, the three layers of Darkness eventually come together to form The Moment. The Moment was an illusion. It was an illusion contrived and perpetrated by a Darkness that was not my own [and far greater than any I have ever been] for the sole purpose of doing harm. Once The Illusion was complete it confronted me. I had only two choices – stand my ground or succumb to The Darkness.

Choices Were Made.

As promised, those choices had The Darkness hurling a barrage of attacks at me, coupled with threats of greater harm. All the while I was defending and blocking The Darkness I was repairing damage as best I could. On top of all of that I was still trying to live my life. There were things to do. This chaos would last until Wednesday morning, just in time for The Princesses to come for some holiday-ing.

I bring this all up because – first, I think it is important in my healing process. Of course, it is also a weight on the story of our journey, Fellow Travelers. But, also, I mention it because while all of this is going on, I am having some of the most amazing and powerful days.

I made all the money I needed to make to get things done – including all the randomness that popped up along the way. I had productive and accomplishing days. I even had what I believe is my most potent Reiki session to date. Every step of the way, even amidst this rain [or reign] of Darkness, The Universe was fully supporting me and lifting me up.

At some point in the journey, I was even visited by The Christ. I told you, Fellow Travelers, it is always The Son and never The Father. [And he was pretty much the only one left on the roster.] This experience is significant and a topic for just a little later.

I throw all of this out there because I find the contradiction in experiences to be so intriguing and possibly important. I don’t know why. I, honestly, have not got a clue.

WALT: From the horse’s mouth.

Speaking of being ornery…and contrary.

WALT: What? Is she here? That was a fast walk. That girl has got a gait on her.

Why me lord?

WALT: Sometimes she leaves it open and the cows wander across the road.

That’s gate!

WALT: I know. Still funny as fuck.

Next let me talk about the Reiki session. This thing was incredibly potent. I tell you I should have recorded it. At one point, I even thought of stopping to get the camera. But that would have broken the connection and that is a very risky thing to do. It must happen naturally, in its own time and way. I just have never experienced anything quite like it. It was like the culmination of every ‘new’ reiki experience I ever had.

The session was for Belle. I always enjoy these sessions. They are long distance sessions. I am here and she is someplace else and there is a chain of 1000 miles between us. Still, they are as potent [if not more so] as if we were in the same room. Every session has been unique.

Each time she validates and verifies the experience. Whether it is by acknowledging the messages and blockages with words like, “Spot on,” or describing moments similar to ones of my own that I had not yet shared.

I must learn to own these moments. They are my greatest defense against The Darkness of Self-Worthlessness. Since the day I have stepped foot on this path, people have balked and squalled. I have been challenged and questioned, mocked and shunned. Other people have not had such experiences and therefore cannot fathom them. Hence, I was delusional.

But, they are as real as you and me.

The holiday happenings with The Princesses were all I could ask for and then some. In true Geistopian fashion we managed to squeeze all of the important whatnots into just under 24 hours.

Of course there were moments when we realized that time was on our side. It was moving very slowly. Either that or it was looping and allowing us to continue in our merriment. At 1800 I swore it was 1930 and at 1930 I was certain it was 2130.

Nonetheless, before it was all over we would hit all the finer points. We shared a Thanksgiving meal. We managed some game time in there. We had a home cooked breakfast and indulged in our baked goods. We made The Family Hot Chocolate. We carried on traditions such as watching certain movies and the parade. I also tried to instill some new ones. We even did some Christmas decorating. Something that Cuddlebug was more than excited to do.

Yes. We decorated. I said before and I shall say again that I have three weeks left of this grace. So, even if I can only enjoy it for two weeks before I must take it down and pack it up, at least I can appreciate it for two weeks.

On Thursday we parted ways. They would be off with Mama Rabbit for family dinners and I would be heading to The Theatre. I worked my shift. It kicked my ass. I came back to the house without an inkling of what was come to next.

First, it was time to do an update video for one of the many side projects. I hadn’t given it a thought really, but it did fit the pattern of updates. Second, I would indulge in one of my other Darknesses – Alcohol.

This is one of the many addictions that I have tempered and tamed over the years. It was admittedly the most difficult and also the most damaging when it thrived. I did not vanquish it. I did not want to vanquish it. I drink to this day. Only I have learned time, place, and moderation. [Mostly.]

WALT: Oh yeah. That was real moderate there, Foster Brooks.

He’s right. All in all, I had 4 beers and 9 shots of tequila. [The Rule of Odds always applies.]

The point being – there is video of this. I will edit it. We will enjoy.

Needless to say, Friday I was feeling all sorts of hurt that I forgot I could hurt. I was moving slow…and kinda wavy. On top of the hangover, I was also suffering from an apparent back injury. Which I was also feeling in my knee on the same side. I assume I tweaked it at The Theatre and just didn’t feel it the night before on account of the excess of alcohol consumed.

It did take me the full day to pull myself together and recover. Of course, by then, it would seem pretty wasted. The driving shifts had come and gone. But, fear not, Fellow Travelers. I did as I always do. I made the most of a difficult and unexpected situation. Because, I did get up with the intention of working. I was up and at em – business as usual. Until, of course, I realized that I couldn’t.

Once I could function enough I found plenty of things with which to piddle around. I did some deeper cleaning that I have been meaning to do for some time – like pulling the burners from the stove and vacuuming out some drawers. I started cleaning the floors. I also finished the decorating. Which is why I only started the floors. I figured I should get the mess of decorating out of the way before I cleaned the floors.

Cuddlebug did a good deal of the knick-knack decorating. She placed a little something everywhere. I even discovered something out on the porch the other morning. She found some random nail and hung a Christmas sign on it. She even did the lights in the basement. She left for me the living room area and what we are calling a tree.

The girls were also able to set up their very little trees with special ornaments, including ones that I crafted for them over the years. They were also able to set out their small collections of Holiday Barbies. The hope is that they can steal away one more brief overnight visit so that they can enjoy and appreciate these things before they must be packed up and stored away again for who knows how long. It has already been four years since we have had a Christmas with our Christmas things.

Saturday I was back in the saddle. I was still a little off. My energy was super charged and static. I had trembles for a bit. I felt like a rocket blasting its engines and waiting for release into the cosmos. I did eventually get that under control and managed enough of a day. I returned to the house, did my administrative stuff and set to organizing stuff.

One of the many labors with which I have been tasked is to get The Cave under control. This required me to, essentially, empty it – the boxed up stuff anyway. It was a trying thing to get it all here and manageable. But last night I finished sorting it all out. This was the first step in moving towards packing it all back up. I now have little gatherings and piles. I even went through most of my empties so I could start putting it together in my head. Now, when I have moments and/or motivation I can box it up and prepare to return to The Cave for storage. Easy-Peasy lemon squeezy.

WALT: I really want that drink.

Today was a better day. I was still a little off center. I imagine that is the result of the culmination of all the intense energies of the week. Still, I managed to make Just Enough to keep me in the game. Then, I came back to the house to write. It took me a few hours to get down to it. It is a difficult thing for me. Once I am in it I am caught and it is hours and hours and hours. So, more often than not, I am restless before I even begin.

I said that The Christ did visit me this week. This is slightly misleading. Initially, it was I who summoned him. Since that time he has returned frequently in many a vision or moments of meditation.

This is all very interesting and even significant, I suppose.

Despite what some may say, or even what my words may lead you to believe, I do not have – nor have I ever had – a problem with The Christ. Quite the contrary. I am in awe of The Christ. I have gazed into its flame and, honestly, it scared the shit outta me. [It is no wonder it has been associated with The Metatron.]

The Christ known as Jesus has always been a fascination of mine. In my youth, he was the only part of church that made any sense. Images of him lift me up and inspire me. Except, of course, those of him on a cross. I pretty much loathe those. Each year, The Nativity and its story make my spirit stir with something I only feel then. The carols and gospels move my spirit. No, no, Fellow Travelers. I have always been aware of the presence of The Christ in The Universe.

The Christ is probably the most debated and challenged being in all of existence. Everyone believes something. Unfortunately, the overall attitude towards it is, “If you don’t believe as I do, you are wrong.” [And a fool for being so.]

Some say he is The Son of G-d.

Some say he is G-d made man.

Some even say that he is some undefinable mixture of the two.

Some say he was just an enlightened man, a prophet. Some call him The Messiah. Others deny him altogether.

I have read that he was one of many prophets performing miracles and claiming Messiah. [Though Jesus never actually claimed it.] I have also read that he is merely a collection of these many prophets rolled into one easy story.

Some say he never existed at all but is merely the story of the human journey to greater consciousness and unparalleled potential.

And, some say, that his tale is merely the by-product of the story told by the movement of the sun in the sky.

I say…they are all just a little bit right.

As for the story itself, Jesus is not the first. He is not the first savior born of a divine and human union. He is not the first sacrificed. He is not even the first to have risen. This story is almost as old as time itself.

He may not be the first, but he is the last. Or, at least, to our knowledge.

There are things of the story we may not know. For instance, a Gospel written but barely read that suggests Jesus flat out asked Judas to turn him in and also implies [in my opinion] that Jesus may have engaged in time travel. Or a similarly fated Gospel that focuses on the humanity of Jesus. A notion so entertained that Thomas Jefferson clipped and pasted together his own version of The Bible in which he removed any reference to the Divinity of Jesus. He believed it was a distraction to the practice of true Christianity. I cannot say that I disagree with him.

I believe that Jesus was indeed The Messiah prophesied. I can believe this without knowing, or even caring, if he was G-d or the Son of G-d or just a man placed here to help guide us home. I believe that his teachings are more riddles and puzzles than straight up statements. I believe they offer us Universal insights that we are yet ready to understand.

I believe his two greatest lessons are to honour The Father – honour the source of all life and experience and give thanks for the blessings bestowed. [And everything is a blessing.] And the other lesson – Know thyself – for you are The Father’s blessing to the world.

I believe that The Christ is the most powerful Archetype one can call upon. And, in as much, I don’t take that very lightly. Every being has its place and purpose. You don’t go to the boss when the workers can handle it. I believe it is an archetype for everyone – Christian or not.

I must spend a great deal of time contemplating, meditating on, and praying about these recent visits and their implications for my future path. [Which Old Testament prophet was it who gazed into the presence of G-d and knew his sins, felt his unworthiness?]

Tis the season for Redemption and Salvation.

There is only one other being whose energies seem to correspond with The Christ…and that is The Old Man. They both spread hope, peace and love. Their images inspire us to be and do better. They remind us of the power of believing. They honour children and the human spirit above all else. They know us better than we know ourselves and forgive and bless us anyway. Each is as old as time. They are opposing and complimentary images of the same spirit. One is wisdom and one is innocence. Together they are The Oak King and the Holly King – the ideal portrayal of both the cycle of the year and the human journey.

Tis the season to be jolly.

It is by no coincidence that The Christ would come, nor that he would correlate so much with The Old Man. He and I have been bargaining for several months now. For the first time in many years, I have made a Christmas Wish. I am in pursuit of a thing. Not just anything but a very [very] particular thing. I have dreamed big and wished the impossible. The Old Man has ne’er made a promise. He has hinted and teased and alluded, but there has been no commitment thus far.

Right this moment, I am sitting here, writing to you Fellow Travelers from a world of my dreams. I look around and all is as I imagined it to be. I sit at a table by a window. The table is positioned perfectly so I can be aware of the world outside without staring into it. I can see life as it passes by or stands still. I can know and attune with the weather. [It has been raining tonight.] It is exactly the dream I dreamed of writing.

To sweeten the experience, I am surrounded by Yuletide tributes and representations. The small but acceptable tree is lit and there is a skillfully rendered portrait of the old man at the wall beside it. His eyes are fixed upon me and he is smiling.

But, it is all an illusion. None of it is real. Here now and gone in what may seem like the blink of an eye.

As the week closes, I find myself feeling lost as much as I feel found. It has been a week of self-discovery, acceptance, and even forgiveness. At moments it was terrifying. At the same time it was uplifting and inspiring. When all is said and done it will be transformative, the same as October 5th. I don’t know how I feel about that and that is what I need to focus on.

I have traveled between worlds many times along my journey. I have walked with angels and demons alike. I have met all shapes and sizes of Fae. I have even encountered some things we have yet to name. Never has there been a spirit that I believed in, trusted, or could commit to like the Yuletide Sprit – in whichever form it comes.

That being said, I must take the opportunity I have to understand what that means for me and my future path. I have been given the time, space, and opportunity to commit myself wholly. I have never before been able to see or feel life as clearly as I can right this moment. I must trust the path ahead of me as much as I believe in the one behind me. I am going to do my best to move slow and steady, putting proper focus into every act because Every Act is an Act of Magick. I am going to do what strikes me when it strikes me, or when it is appropriate. Such as my devotions and practices. I have been doing them but I have been rushing through them and that is not acceptable. I have 100 projects and all I can do is let them tell me when it is time to work them.

I have a total of about three weeks left. At that point, I will have either found my path and my Christmas wish or I will find myself living, once again, in The Rocket.

Tis the season for Magicks and Miracles.

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Wherever you are and whenever you are – Like, Comment, and Share – we’re on a Journey and it takes you to get there.

So, without hesitation, for now and for always, from here in Geistopia, this is your beloved Rev…

WALT: And Walt…

DOC: Unt Doc…

JOHNNY: Aaaaand Johnny…

And those guys, saying, “Stay Tuned-In, Fellow Travelers,” and wishing you Peace, Love, Light…

WALT: And Freakishness, Baby.

The Totems & Archetypes

**from Ted Andrews’ Animal Speak**

Beaver - The Building of Dreams

Breath and its control for the greatest health and effectiveness. Home and family. The opportunity to build upon your dreams. The ancient and mystical Masons. Proper dental hygiene and care will be essential. Poplar and Aspen. Have you been neglecting your most basic dreams? Are your dreams in need of some repair work? Becoming too lost in dreams? Home in need of repair? Act on your dreams to make them a reality.

Cardinal - Renewed Vitality through Recognizing Self-Importance

They remind us that, regardless of the time of day or year, we always have the opportunity to renew our own vitality and recognize our own life roles. Whistles are often reminders to listen closely - to pay attention to what is blowing on the winds. Reflects that we should be listening to the inner voice (the feminine) more closely for our own health and well-being. Almost always reflects a need to assert the feminine aspects of creativity and intuition more strongly. Can reflect a need to b more careful about your diet, that what you are eating may be injurious to yourself and affecting your overall vitality. Reflects the rhythm of 12 that is going to become more predominant within your own life. Reflects lessons associated with responsibility and the recognition of the task at hand. May reflect past-life connections with the church, or even a reviving of more traditional religious beliefs, regardless of denomination. Remind us to add color to our lives, and remember that everything is of importance.

Eagle - Illumination of Spirit, Healing, and Creation.

Balance of being of the Earth, but not in it. The soul, the spirit, and warmth of life. The resurrection. Punishment and reward. Greater sight and perception. Reflects an awakening ability or the need to learn to walk between worlds. Heroic nobility and divine spirit. The rediscovery of the inner child. Alchemy. Involvement with creativity. A willingness to experience extremes in a controlled condition. A willingness to use your passions to purify and to use your abilities, even if you get scorched a little in the process. The need to stay connected to and use things of the Earth. Important to know when to speak, how much, how strongly. New vision will open. The ability to hear - spiritually and physically - may also increase. Cooperative responsibility. A healing role. Opportunities (even those thought long lost) will arise - learn to see and snatch them up. A new sense of timing and movement will begin to develop Primal force inherent and easily awakened. Take on the responsibility and the power of becoming so much more than you now appear to be. Events will now fly faster, repercussions for everything you think, do and say (or fail to) - positive and negative - will be both stronger and quicker. A powerful new dimension to life and a heightened responsibility for your spiritual growth. Touch all of life with healing and become the mediator and the bearer of new creative forces within the world.

Goose - The Call of the Quest and Travels to Legendary Places

A totem reflecting a stimulation of the childhood thrill and belief in stories and legendary places. These stories either reflected an imprint for this life or they may have even imprinted you with certain seed ideas. Also be a totem to aid you in communication especially through the use of stories. Individuals wishing to write - be it stories or anything - can facilitate this process by working with the goose as a totem. It will stimulate the imagination and help move you through creative blocks. Also a symbol of fertility and marital fidelity. It may reflect a need for more vegetables in the diet, and maybe even becoming a vegetarian for a while. It reflects an ability to move forward or backward. It reflects movement, and a call to the spiritual quest. Stirs our imagination and makes us want to seek out new worlds and dimensions. Calling us to follow them on the great spiritual quest. It speaks of the fulfilled promises that great quests bring. Epitomizes the mystery of migration. Reminds us that as any one individual mass his or her quest, it becomes easier for others to do so as well. Reminding us that we should not undertake any quest in life without having a full view of what it entails. In this way the journey is facilitated for others. Reflects an opening to new possibilities. New directions and new possibilities. Reflects an openness to new ideas. Usually indicates we are about to affix ourselves to a new path. Reflects great fertility that should be acted upon if growth is desired. Greater vision, physical and spiritual, will occur. Can reflect that you are about to break free of old childhood restraints and begin to come into your own. You can expect to have the imagination stirred towards new travels to distant places - whether in the body or mind.

Hawk - Visionary Power and Guardianship.

Messengers, protectors and visionaries. Visionary power and leading you to your life purpose. There is a message coming. What you eat, you become. Kundalini. Childhood visions are becoming empowered and fulfilled. The ability to soar and glide upon the currents. Great Heights while still keeping your feet on the ground. Attacks by people who won’t understand you - attack your ability to soar. Teaching of higher expression of psychosis and vision. Beauty and harmony in moderation. Lead you to using your creative energy in manifesting your soul purpose. Hope and new ideas. A need to be open to the new or shows ways that you may help teach others to be open to the new. Be observant. Life is sending signals. Careful in expression. Comments and actions will be strong and powerful with the ability to tear and/or kill.

Spider – Creativity and the Weaving of Fate

Maya, the weaver of illusion. Grandmother, link to the past and the future. Mysticism of the geometric form of the figure 8. Symbol of infinity. The Wheel of Life. Teaches you to maintain a balance – between past and future, physical and spiritual, male and female. Everything that you do now is weaving what you will encounter in the future. Rhythms. Creative sensibilities. The past always subtly influences the present and future. Spiral shape, the traditional form of creativity and development. We are the center of our own world. “Know thyself and you shall know the Universe.” Keepers and writers of our own destiny, weaving by our thoughts, feelings, and actions. The magic and energy of creation. Assertiveness of that creative force. , keeping the feminine energies of creation alive and strong. Links with the past and future. Are you moving toward a central goal or are you scattered and going in multiple directions? Is everything staying focused? Are you becoming too involved and/or self-absorbed? Are you focusing on others’ accomplishments and not your own? Are you developing resentment because of it – towards yourself or them? The teacher of language and the magic of writing. Death and rebirth. A lunar symbol. Maintain balance and polarity in all aspects of life. Through polarity and balance creativity is stimulated. A combination of gentleness and strength. Walk the threads between life and death – waking and sleeping – between the physical and the spiritual. How to express the creative energies. Don’t be afraid to employ it in seemingly inaccessible corners. Weave your creative threads in the dark and then, when the sun hits them, they will glisten with intricate beauty. Are you not weaving your dreams and imaginings into reality? Are you not using your creative opportunities? Are you feeling closed in or stuck as if in a web? Do you need to pay attention to your balance and where you are walking in life? Are others out of balance around you? Do you need to write? Are you inspired to write or draw and not following through? Remember that Spider is the keeper of the primordial alphabet. Teach how to use the written language with power and creativity so that your words weave a web around those who would read them.