How does this tale end?
Little Bears love to tell tales; it’s written in the stars. We tell stories to bring new meaning to our own lives and to generate novelty, texture and complexity into the weave of the expanding Universe. The higher orders of Nature play through our narrative streams, according to the roles we give them. We get to name them (the Naming Power), like the Fisher King, to define their powers and even kill them off, because we will always bring them back from the dead in a new version of themselves. The grand narrative, that was spun around the fiction of an eternal struggle between good and evil, is dead in the water and the dwindling cast of higher powers are using every trick in the book to be written out of the script – can a god die of boredom?
Obviously, there is still an abundance of evil in the world, but it is all generated by a very small group of inter-related families and their agents – and we know who they are. They continue to attack and poison us in every way they can, so they can pack our wounds with the poisons of addiction and nano technologies, burn down our homes and steal our land. However, they cannot prey on anyone who is aware of this narrative shift: they now work for us. If they show up in your life in any form, no matter how challenging the situation, it is so that you can discover a skill or talent that you didn’t know you had. When you do what you need to do for yourself and your loved ones in that situation, you real-eyes more of yourself in the process – they make us stronger.
August has been scorching hot and dry here. The premature golds of Autumn bring no nourishment to the parched land. Our little garden is an oasis of green against the bleached out fields and trees that are already preparing for winter. Even the birds are silent. How could this happen so fast? We had flooding over winter and the temperatures were normal in the first half of the year, with some rain and the woods and fields were lush. The delicate balance that maintained through spring has little resilience; too many forests have been cut down and burned. Too many rivers dammed. Too much asphalt, concrete and metal. Too much pollution. What can we do about that?
Where does this tale end? It ends in the wasteland. It ends right here in a plethora of new beginnings when we begin to visualize the emergence of new form in the scorched earth and feel the first stirrings of the Great Mother in the primordial swamp of our own wetness. The past is laid out in front of us. What do you see?
Systemic toxicity has caused the Nature Powers to withdraw from many regions of the world, leaving vast wastelands and scarred landscapes soaked in chemicals that can no longer support life. There’s no shortage on suffering and ugliness in the world today. Yet, there are still many places where the Nature Spirits rest, waiting for their cue. They range from pristine wilderness, to carefully guarded power spots, to sacred spaces in homes and gardens, where people have made the effort to engage with the elemental beings that maintain their connection with that place. These are the fountainheads from which the new narratives will emerge, not in any humanly coordinated fashion, but in a synchronistic dance between the Nature Powers and us, through both physical and non-physical reality.
In my questioning, I am drawn to the image of the Fisher King, stuck in his castle with a wound in his groin that will not heal, but will not kill him. It is bad enough to prevent him from ‘ruling his kingdom’ which then becomes a wasteland. In the grail story, the young knight, Parzival is on his way home to visit his mother when he encounters the Fisher King, but he fails to ask the right question that would allow the wound to heal. Like all good stories, it has many different versions and interpretations and, like Parzival, you can enjoy many adventures trying to find the right one, the one that is really true, the original etc.
But what about mum?
Where is the Great Mother in these stories? All healing and regeneration starts in the hidden places underground and within, the realm of the dark Mother. This goes for everything and everyone, even kings. There can be no sovereignty without the flow of the primordial energy and intelligence that comes from the Earth and pervades all matter. This is not an abstract of metaphysical proposition, it is the story we are seeing played out in the world today. The actions of those families who claim royalty through ancestral lineage has led them to be so completely cut off from the primal forces of Nature that they have no possible future without technology and transhumanism. There is no hero that can save them because the wound is too rotten. If they turn to Nature now, she will eat them…it’s happening already, chomp, chomp, chomp go Mama’s little compost makers.
The primary function of the star-beings is to prime the imagination, to prompt us into wondering, opening up, asking questions – there is no such thing as a wrong question, although some are definitely better than others. Every question opens up a pathway in the serpentine mind of the primordial Mother. Dragon Mama feels our every breath, our movements, our words and the spaces between them, bound up in the stories we tell ourselves and each other. Our internal imagery fires up the mitochondria that are also part of her body, propelling her into the dance that brings water and life to the barren lands. Our imagination is the spark plug of the Earth.
There are four planets currently in retrograde, Venus, Pluto, Saturn and Neptune. They are all indicators of the workings in the underworld, where our narratives exist as energetic imprints in the dreaming mind of the Earth. The major theme is that ALL the stories that revolve around neediness are being shredded. You know they are gone because you no longer need the trappings that were part of any of those stories and you are already throwing them out.
This phase is active between the two super moons of 1st and 30th August. The super moon of the 1st August in the Sea-goat showed that the external conditions can cause us to feel like a goat with an impossible mountain to climb, or a fish lost at sea. These are the conditions we face that we don’t have any control over, but how we react to those conditions is how we build our character and write our own story. However, whether a goat or a fish it is the energy of the Earth that moves them up that vertical cliff or through the stormy seas. For us, as we real-eyes that a lot of things we thought we were doing ourselves are actually being done by the Earth, life gets easier and our curiosity blooms with luminosity.
Meanwhile, Venus, Mars and Mercury were in the Lion. Mars and Mercury were holding the fort while Venus swept away the worn-out threads from her dream-streams. The fierceness and courage of the Lion makes space so we can clear out what we no longer need – it is all about lightening the load to free up energy, rather than finding solutions at this stage. With the new moon in the Lion on the 16th August, we are making significant choices with everything we do or don’t do and the results will show up in due course – some things that we thought were problems, might never have been, as we shall see with the next super moon.
On the 30th August the super moon will be just two degrees apart from Saturn, in the groin of the Water Bearer. We are the Water Bearers, we carry water around in our bodies, everywhere we go. We are water in-formation. Saturn brings about endings. Neptune and Pluto, both retrograde dissolving boundaries and structures in the collective consciousness, This blue moon illuminates the wounding of the sacred masculine, so that we can make choices – and ask questions – that will bring about the healing of the wound. This wounding affects both men and women, but especially the men, who are programmed into serving ‘the profit’ from such an early age, that they never get to discover the natural energy and intelligence of the Earth within themselves.
This applies to ‘royalty’ as much as anyone else, with an extra whiplash strike in the tale. Their sense of entitlement, that allows them to commit the most heinous acts with remorse or fear of retribution, depends upon a plot device known as the ‘Divine Right of Kings’:
“a political doctrine in defense of monarchical absolutism, which asserted that kings derived their authority from God and could not therefore be held accountable for their actions by any earthly authority such as a parliament.”
So, who is this mysterious God character?
He seems to function as a combination of creator of things we can’t explain, benevolent father figure and the ultimate cause of everything that happens or not, which he then forgives or punishes according to a particular set of rules. The basic story goes that the god character, spoke to a man and gave him a text that defines how everyone should worship the god character, so that they can ‘be good’ and go and live with him after they die. The god character is not so omnipotent that he can do all this without proxies, so he had to appoint a representative on Earth ‘ the king.’ The rules and stories can get a bit complicated, so a group of experts are needed to make sure we interpret them in a way that favours the god character and the king. This means that the king and all his minions never get punished for any of the crimes they commit – a bit of a clue there.
Hasn’t this ‘god device’ run out of juice? I see us already over-writing it with our own stories, more intensely as we make space for the primordial Mother to move through us. How do we do that?
Recently, a little bear introduced me to the work of Emilie Conrad, who created a method called Continuum Movement. I read her book, Life on Land and had the same, magical, synchronous, boundary blurring experience as I had last winter while reading Arcadia by Iain Pears, I wrote about that in Re-writing the Past.
Just a few days ago, questions arising in a conversation were answered by Emilie 20 minutes later, in a book published in 2012. In one group that focuses on subtle energy research we are exploring, among other things, how different people can look at the same thing with the same tools and get different measurements.
Immediately after the conversation I read this from Emilie’s book:
“We do not see outside our own brain: what is observed cannot be separated from the observer. The linear brain will automatically imprint itself on all it sees. We have ‘selective seeing’ such that only what we deem meaningful will register on our screen. That is why eyewitness reports are so unreliable. In this way we can be sure to maintain ourselves as closed systems, oblivious to what other worlds may exist within and without.
Years ago I was invited to show some films documenting my work with paralysis to a group of orthopedists. To my amazement they were unable to see the moving limbs in front of them. My sense was that they were in such denial over what they were looking at that their eyes/brains would not register what was on the screen. I believe that they could not accept what was in front of them since if they did, they would have to reconsider their assumptions concerning spinal cord injuries,”
So that’s an important piece of the puzzle. Our model of reality is imprinted within the structures of our brain, according to our cultural conditioning, events in our lives how we react to them and the stories we tell about them. Traumatic experiences imprint our brains in such a way that they can make us vulnerable to disease, if we find ourselves in conditions that are energetically and emotionally similar to those prevailing at the time of the original trauma. German New Medicine covers this is detail.
The tale ends and begins in the brain, our uniquely individual field of dreams.
We generate our new stories, through what we give our attention to and how we react. If you get stuck on the mountain or lost at sea, that’s an opportunity to restructure your brain by doing something new and rewriting your story. There are many ways to change your brain; learning a new language or how to play a musical instrument, dancing, singing, exercise, meditation, walking out in nature, subtle energy work, even sleeping.
If you have any specific ailments, you can heal the physical problem and the brain area affected with a magic wand and a neutral pendulum, by using a modified version of the process I describe here.
- Print out a map of the brain
- print out a small diagram of the afflicted area, for example knee, ear etc.
- print out a small photo of yourself, head only, no one else in the picture
- place the diagram of the afflicted area together with your photo witness on a corner of the map of the brain
- state your healing goal as an affirmation, for example “my knee is in alignment with my original blueprint”
- move the magic wand slowly over the map of the brain, where there is a conflict with your affirmation, the pendulum will spin counter-clockwise.
- place the open area of the magic wand over the brain area and wait a minute or so and check agin with the pendulum. If your brain has received the new information, the pendulum will spin clockwise.
- repeat over the entire brain area
If you grimaced at the mention of magic wand, that’s a wound to be healed.
This is a video of Emilie Conrad introducing Continuum, pure, raw, deeply feminine genius.
Our new stories emerge through our heart, that is the heart of the Lion, aimed true north by what we love. Give yourself the space and silence to real-eyes them. We’ve been playing with the Continuum exercises over the past few weeks and Dragon Mama is slowly, silently stirring within us.
“You are mistaken, Samael,”. “There is an immortal man of light who has been in existence before you, and who will appear among your modelled forms; he will trample you to scorn, just as potter’s clay is pounded. And you will descend to your mother, the abyss, along with those that belong to you. For at the consummation of your works, the entire defect that has become visible out of the truth will be abolished, and it will cease to be, and will be like what has never been.”
On the Origin of the world, Nag Hammadi
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