OESTER SUNDAY: Let Us Celebrate the Renewal of Life

April 9, 2023

 

Did you ever wonder about the word “easter,” and alternative spelling, “oester,” connected to “oestrus,” or “estrus,” the time when a mammal is about to ovulate, is fertile, and seeks to mate?

The one female mammal who is not so tied to this phenomenon of what we call “being in heat,” is the human, whose sexual activity can occur at any point in her cycle, if she so desires, and either decides or is forced. This is where “free will,” a specifically human mammalian “trait,” enters the picture for both sexes and complicates the situation immensely. In the “modern age,” especially, civilization-dissolving, biology-defying features trace back to “the pill,” to “free love” of the ’60s, to the increasingly obvious and even, in some circles, celebrated, practices of pedophilia, bestiality, satanic ritual abuse and murder, blatantly devious sexuality, and hormonal and surgical attempts to overturn the natural order. To defy God. To play God. To become gods, says WEF puppet and Klaus Schwab advisor, the upstart Yuval Harari.

This outrage is called hubris, and it is terminal.

We may live in the increasingly trans-mogrified early 21st century, but our very DNA remembers, re-members, puts itself back together again, with generation upon generation before us, stretching to the dawn of the human story of two sexes, forever veiled in Mystery, their current deeply troubled relationship that is meant, ultimately, to ensure the future, and may now result in extinction.

No wonder the annual, spring-seasonal, drawn-out tradition of Lent, the 40-day fast leading up to Easter, feels so profound, especially this year. So even necessary, and certainly utterly natural, derived from Nature, her unceasing, repeating natural, primal, Plutonian cycles of conception, birth, growth, maturity, decay, and death that tell an archetypal story, with numerous variations. Underneath them all, over and over again, the cycle of life continues, as long as we all-too-human beings shall live and move and have our being on this small, wondrous, beautifully alive, conscious, and deeply wise planet we call “Earth.”

Here’s a post that collects many of these archetypal variations on the unitary phenomenon of life/death/rebirth. And remember, the word “pagan,” prior to the “Holy Inquisition” that began in the late 13th century, simply referred to a “country person,” one who was intimately connected with nature. The inquisitors traveled to villages, looking for “witches,” a word which originally referred to a woman who was  “alive, strong.” Both “pagan” and “witch,” not to mention “crone” were, and remain, deeply tainted, even vilified, in the collective unconscious, likely beginning then, in the Middle Ages, thanks to the Roman Catholic church.

 

The Ancient Pagan Origins of Easter

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Though I no longer live as a “practicing Catholic,” I remain deeply, biologically, genetically, inspired by the annual renewal of life as symbolized by the deeply running archetypal tradition of Easter.

MY (Liverish) Pluto in Aquarius Meme-ish April 2023

April 8, 2023

 

As Pluto in Aquarius ignites (for the first time in 248 years, a brief taste now, March 23 through June 11) . . . “elevating” us to (only/merely) our (left brain?) minds; as we forget completely our right brains, and their inherent resonance with our hearts, we grow fearful of A.I., thinking it can (or wlll soon) do better what we do with those (left-brain) minds.

And we’re right about that!

Plus, even more alarming . . .

With the rise of A.I. content, we’ll see more “channeled” material, energy updates, transmissions from Acturians, Pleiadians, & the whole charade of the Galactic Federation of Light by self-proclaimed “star seeds” wanting to be mediums. Pluto in Aquarius will revive more New Age…

— Bernhard Guenther (@veilofreality) April 8, 2023

. . . oh gawd, not that drat New Age drivel again!

Repeat after me, sarcastically, drawling: “New AHHGE!”

That pronunciatory shift helps, does it not?

Meanwhile, how’s this for a more elevated comprehension of Pluto in Aquarius. “To each his own” UNIVERSE! YES!

Okay. From where I stand, here are a few tidbits from the nonsense preoccupying this feverish left brain today . . .

More damn trans stuff . . . See yesterday’s post.

Which segues into a prediction Dave of X22 Reports was making prior to the 2020 election, and just last night repeated, for 2024:  the one the Dems will choose to replace the moron. Which to my still trans-addled left brain, is the worst possible future . . .!

Meanwhile, Trump is free, but for how long? Love this meme . . .

And of course . . .

Everything everywhere all at once marches on, and on, and on . . . makes me feel superior, above it all, looking down, sneering (silently) at the imbeciles . . .

. . . thinking myself infinitely superior, because after all . . .

. . . yes; let’s pat myself on the back again . . .

While secretly trying very hard, and failing, to not burst out with buried rage . . . knowing it’s spring! Liver time! Sagittarius (I am a double Sag with Mars also in that sign), which governs the liver!

Liver: seat of anger, judgment, sarcasm, nasty nasty nasty!

Yep, time to detoxify the liver. Can wait no longer.

This morning I dug up a few dandelions. Washed the roots. Will boil some for tea now and tincture the rest for later.

Yes. Don’t just “think about.”

CONNECT: With my own body, itself an expression of THE DIVINE WISDOM OF NATURE.

Her dandelions call to me. NOW.