Taurus 23° (May 12)
My dreams are crazy and kind of drunky. Mainly I’m hanging out with famous people at a bar in a town I know well, a coastal city, like Miami or somewhere in California. I am standing outside the bar with many well-known actors and other creatives. There is a theater, a cinema I think, that is permanently shut. There was meant to be a film festival, or there was a film festival. I am with Ben Stiller, which makes sense given the fact that Jerry died yesterday. I am not feeling great today. Sneezing. Took my temperature and that is normal. So I’m going to assume that this is allergies. I need to work on the branding project for a good four hours today, and then start my day tomorrow at 5 a.m., which is my normal waking time when I’m in a flow state of circadian rhythms. I have an hour now before needing to make lunch and then I will have time to eat and throw some clothes on so I can write all afternoon and then have our client. I have to do something similar to what I did yesterday, which is to power through here. I am watching these senate hearings and I don’t understand why it is that people cannot be honest in the face of something as dire as this. I have learned my lesson when it comes to taking on projects that are not aligned with my thinking, in any case. But in light of what the world is going through, some things seem that much sillier than they would normally. I did reach out to the town to see if our event will go on or be cancelled. I need to write like the wind for the next fifteen minutes. I don’t have the energy to do much else today I’m afraid. I think I might spend the day reading and then try to get at my computer by five tomorrow, when there is nothing else on the books but what is on the books, if you know what I mean by that. I need to get this act in gear and I can only really do so by sheer will, and in resisting the urge to keep repeating the same delay tactics.
Okay so I didn’t write like the wind and it is likely that I won’t. I just need to tell you how I’m feeling. Scared and stressed and very much alone. I have come to realize how it is I am top of mind for nobody. That’s just the reality. And so I will need to front load myself and my own needs and feelings in the coming days. I rejigged my days a bit and did get in to projects that are slated for this date. I’m doing my damnest so that tomorrow is just about finishing up all things related to branding, and then I am fully on my way as planned. I want to be as super thorough as possible. I know if I weave magic into all I’m doing everything will be alright with the world the trick is to get the most out of every day and that is just what I plan to do, in every sense of the word. There are very few people in my life who have posed a problem and currently there are none. We had some outdoor furniture delivered which is nice, some chairs and tables; and next week hopefully lounge chairs will arrive and that will really make a difference in that I can wake up and head directly outside and read and think and enjoy the sunshine. It is still so cold here in New England and this crazy virus thing is going nowhere. Part of me wants to watch the news this evening and catch up on some headlines, although it is never a good recipe for getting a good’s night’s sleep. It looks very unlikely, now, that I will be able to move forward with our festival this year, but I’m not giving up total hope. I can’t. I must push through. I’ll have to write to my staff (of one other, lol) tomorrow and let them know the score.
I watched a documentary on psychedelics which was interesting, of course Ben Stiller was in it because that’s the way my experience works. I am already in the book process, just as tomorrow will be the absolute day working on the branding project which has now entered the long-suffering phase. And it really shouldn’t. Today is day one of our personal lent; and I am at a round number weight-wise (too round maybe); but that is an okay thing too. I have been home now for nearly two months. Well, later this week it will be two months since we had to flee Paris which is still tugging at my soul. All the ducks will soon be in a row, that’s just the way it goes. I will put all the necessary words out there starting tomorrow. Today I must do way less than more and take this child home. First thing I’d like to do when I get out of lockdown is punch Father John Misty. I play a game of posting things on social media and then waiting for some kind of validation, at which point I can go on with my work. Today is about pacing myself and hitting all the myriad marks. It isn’t too much to ask really. In fact, it’s quite achievable and, well, if things don’t work out then they don’t work out. I can’t be bothered with the pain and worry of what might come our way. I can bring in what I can bring in and pay out what I can pay out. Also I’m really turned on by this Afterglow Underground idea. It seems to me to be something meaningful. Maybe we can do something like the Meanwhile Cabaret. I’m just spitballing here Bad turn of phrase perhaps. I am trying to stay energetic and sanguine. One thing I know is that we are having franks for lunch. Oh how I wish I had some sauerkraut to go with. Maybe I should learn to make sauerkraut. I do love it so much. Makes my mouth water to even just think of it.
The following blocks of texs are exceprts from my first year of Blagues, nos. 261-265 I am reading through all my Blagues, five per day, and posting some samples here. Now, in my sixth year of writing this Blague, but the time I get to my seventh, I will have through all the daily Blagues of my first five years. If that’s confusing I apologize:
Before I knew I was something of a metaphysician, denying all psychic ability in the process, I used to alight on spontaneous meditations, one of which entailed (embracing science!) getting into the head that I was made of matter which was made up of energy. And so I would just get my consciousness set on the purely energetic level of myself. There is no better way to tap into what physically ails you , and exactly where, than this meditation—if I felt a pain or a tear or something amiss in my physicality I would “sew it up” with golden threads. Having been in innumerable car accidents dating back to youth, there is always some point where a bone broke or a ligament tore or where I sustained a wound, requiring gads of stitches. And it’s usually that place that requires some alchemical treatment with my magical gold thread. Then I started taking it a step further. I began “bathing” my entire being in liquid golden light, imagining (as best I could) every single solitary cell in my body being washed with this liquid gold. There is no better spa treatment I can tell you. Try it.
Anyway, all this to talk about how real alchemy can be achieved, through the power of the (Sadge-ruled) higher mind that think-imagines or creatively visualizes or whatever turn of phrase you care to use. Then we can go a step further and make an intention with, say, that golden liquid light, suffusing it with (must be a noble!) purpose that is for the benefit of all beings. In other words if I suffuse the liquid gold with goodness or forgiveness or compassion or even confidence or health or resilience or fortitude, so long as these singular intentions are in the service of all…and the All…then one might find themselves transforming. There are other fun things one can do as well. One can suffuse this creative visualization with beauty; not for vanity sake, but so to be your most beautiful, perfect, spiritual in-and-out Self. Dang if people won’t ask you if you’ve had any work done. For reals.
Sagittarius is the mutable-fire sign, lest we forget. And it is an alchemical fire which purifies and transforms the very substance of man’s inner life. Being conditioned by influences in our youth already did create an alchemical transformation. If a child is left in a crib with no interaction there is no postive transformative, fire for instance. And, as a good deal of our conditioning might have been considered less-than positive, there comes a time when we have to purify ourselves in the fire of our own being. We must rise above the circumstances of our conditioning as we did down to root out those impurities in our alchemy. I believe this is one meaning of the mudra, one had extending up, one hand down, as above so below, even within our own chemistry. Above can mean our own higher mind which is leading the charge in changing our alchemy, and so, with that vision (mine is golden liquid and threads) we meditatively enter our own microcosmic world of swirling energy and see what we can find, loosen, eradicate and free! Love, that Cupid knocking in the previous symbol, will, in one fell swoop, inspire spontaenous alchemical change. When we feel love, we have love to give. Aint nothing wrong with that. It leads to compassion. We are spiritually mutating and indeed speciating along an upward spiral when our alchemy is purified. Sometimes it is purified in the humbling fires of our trials and tribulations. Suffering is inevitable, as Stella (or someone) says, whilst pain is a choice. The point is that our nature can change and we can be the main instrument for that change—it doesn’t have to happen to us via accident of falling madly in love. We can recognize the baser elements within ourselves, can we not, and make those changes accordingly. I know this sounds a bit nuts to some but I find it hard to accept cigarette smokers as being spiritual. We all do a lot of things that aren’t good for us; but somehow that one really takes the cake because there really is nothing about a cigarette that we can argue for positively. There may be benefits to good wine or a good bud. But I am seriously digressing. I should have stopped a few sentences ago. The point is we can be reborn of our own selves. We are self-gestating!
To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree point of the Sabian Symbol may at times be one degree higher than the one listed here. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°, for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360 degrees spread over 365/6 days per year—so they nearly, but not exactly, correlate.
Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go!
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