“WAKE UP! IT’S TIME!” That’s for sure . . .

August 30, 2021

“WAKE UP! IT’S TIME!” This was the voice I heard, as I awakened from a numinous dream, back in 1989. WAKE UP! IT’S TIME! That was 21 years ago, three quarters of a Saturn cycle ago, one quarter of a Uranus cycle ago.

The Voice was that of Raven, raucously cawing while fiercly clawing on my shoulders. Immediately, I identified this archetypal messenger with Crone, the elder among us, the one whose wisdom, based on consciously acknowledging, processing, and integrating a lifetime of personal experience, is no longer valued; the one who has been hidden or buried or shunted aside for hundreds of years while western society’s dedication, or better, addiction — to left-brain scientific and technological “progress”  took hold and drove human civilization to the brink of extinction. Which is where we sit now.

Back then, I decided to start another magazine, this one dedicated to Crone, and call it Crone Chronicles: A Journal of Conscious Aging, an award-winning quarterly which I published for 12 years. Back issues can be obtained here. 

Now,  I stand at the brink of another opening, this time having let go of another “brand” that I adopted, 12 years ago, namely exopermaculture.com, and in doing so, shed the “permaculturist” identity too, in favor of simply being myself, not having to answer to anyone or any movement nor to frame my own speech and actions in any way other than what moves through me NOW as a “Sovereign Soul, At One With All.”

12 years is the cycle of expansive, generous Jupiter. Sagittarian-ruled Jupiter cycles bring opportunity, to continuously widen and deepen perspective (especially for one such as myself, a Jupiter-ruled double Sagittarian).

As I look forward to my 79th birthday (December 19th), I appear to have inadvertently launched another Jupiter cycle in terms of my “work” here on this planet. Will I manage to complete this new cycle? Will I live that long — or longer? (Sometimes I joke that I’ve decided to “do” four Saturn cycles, which would bring me to age 120 . . .)

Meanwhile, I’m busy attempting, aren’t we all? — to comprehend and help shape the direction of the myriad interstices of the civilizational devolution that has begun, and daily accelerates. For a valuable current compendium of our many interconnected concerns, see this —

Glide Path Low and Dark

And I aim to do so while holding my own center and expressing fully into the world. My new, and very Aquarian (i.e., working with a cooperative group of equals) “project,” to ignite a regular Sunday Meditation at 8 AM in time zones across the globe, which will continuously address, mutate, transform, alchemize the F.E.A.R. parasite that is sucking civilization of the will to live by continuously and subliminally poking at the fear of death, may also be a 12-year cycle. Who knows?

Meanwhile, those interested, might want to read the following pdf which explores a three-day ordeal I underwent back in 2008. In January 2020 (as Saturn and Pluto conjuncted for the first time in 35 years and launched the Covid Con), I was finally able to complete the documentation of this ordeal. Then, early this month of August 2021, I finally began to comprehend more fully, just why I feel impelled to format and present it to the world NOW.

For, it turns out, this personal ordeal in 2008 appears to have prefigured our deepening collective ordeal in 2021.

THE EXPERIMENT, or_

 

 

(My) Second Sunday Meditation — Love Alchemizes Fear: PLUS WARNING!

August 29, 2021

I expected the two women who were with me the first time to come, but they did not. However, both puppy Shadow and kitty Tiger showed up.

After cleansing with sage and lighting a candle, I went immediately into meditation, holding Earth as a ball with anti-parasitic Ivermectin syringe in my hands, at 8:00 AM, and stayed there, rooted in place, for, it turned out, exactly 30 minutes. Twice as long as the first time. This time I was not, with each breath, to descend deep, deep, deeper into the core of the Earth to begin to vibrate and eventually clear out the stuck parasitic gunk down there. No. This time I was to remain here, on the surface, grounded and centered within my heart while sitting on the screened in porch at home as wave upon wave upon wave of F.E.A.R. cascaded towards me, from all directions, apparently magnetized by my open heart, which then easily alchemized the sucky F.E.A.R.  (False Evidence Appearing Real) into expansive Love.

Near the end, I found myself in left brain doing the numerology for “LAF” (Love Alchemizes Fear) and discovered it’s an 8, which, turned on its side, is the infinity symbol. Perfect. Because it feels like there is no end to the F.E.A.R., that it goes on and out and in and down and up forever, as does our capacity to transform, transmute, alchemize it.

Then, in my right brain, there appeared the image of an eight-armed  figure, or flower — like the Flower of Life — which you see here composed of multiple six-sided figures (three figure-eights), but instead with eight arms (four figure-eights), not six, the other two crossing through the center at the horizontal.

This to me, apparently, illustrated what I was doing today. Working on the horizontal level, where we all, mostly, live!

Okay, I asked myself, what IS this figure? What’s it called? If the six-sided one is the Flower of Life, what’s the name of this eight-sided one? Well, it turns out that the eight-sided figure has multiple meanings.

Not only did I discover a website with a huge amount of information re: this particular symbol, and all very succinctly put, but: Whaddyaknow! This is the symbol I use to note something I’m writing down as important! This eight-pointed star! Don’t we all?

https://www.mythwoman.com/symbol-series-8-pointed-star/

Excerpts:

BTW: after I was done meditating, as we did to introduce the first ceremony last Sunday, this time I ended my meditation by chanting the same sacred phrase: OM MANI PADME HUM. ( Yep! Another synchronicity.)

From Part 2:

In other words, this eight-pointed star symbol is unusually multivalent, with “planetary, directional, and calendrical meanings.”

Remember: all this came about because I was noticing, in my meditation, that from my position while seated centered on the porch, I seemed to be receiving and alchemizing currents of F.E.A.R. energy from eight different directions coursing through my opened heart.

If you recall, during the first meditation, deliberately introduced at the karmic 29° Leo Full Moon conjunct Regulus last Sunday at 8:02 AM EDT, we asked to alchemize the parasites infecting Air, Water, and Earth through the Fiery Leonine courage of our opened hearts. In other words, we ask to consciously work with the four elements that make up this 3D realm: Air, Water, Earth, and Fire.

Well, I received an interesting warning after this meditation was over. As my (tremulous) hand reached to blow out the candle, I picked it up, and hot wax spilled all over my shaky fingers and onto the table. Ouch! Pay attention, Ann! Especially when you, a fiery double Sagittarian, nearly 79 years old and with nervous system damage, are consciously invoking FIRE!