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I’ve been working really hard, and learning the internet – I can now help many people, at once!

Due to Trauma-Factory, Earth, I’m running late for my own destiny…

I’ve now created two online courses – but Facebook and Instagram have banned linking out to my website because I am just that revolutionary, and evolutionary.

I mean business.

I mean change.

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Mardi

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What is the Reason for Rape?

A young woman asked a very good question at the “Youth and Truth” sessions with Sadhguru.

My comment on the article is below her question; I have quoted Sadhguru from the article, above.

Q: Sir, we portray our India as a woman and call her “Mother India”. Yet we see many rape cases, even in which we see a man raping his own mother, daughter or sister. What drives a man with such madness of pleasure to do such an inhuman act?

The guy goes crazy.

If he thinks nobody is watching, he will pounce on somebody.

…you must understand that in a rape case, the only witness is almost always the victim. If you guarantee to a rapist that, if you rape and get caught, you will hang for sure, what do you think he will do? He will eliminate that only witness.

If he was in the village, then by eighteen, nineteen he would be married to somebody. Now he has no hope. He is simply there, and he will do wild things. This is the nature of a human being, we must understand.

The woman has asked the question, because she is *not* inhuman; she is not like this.
It is not her nature to be “feral”.

Wild with wonder, and passion, and creativity, and Love, perhaps – but she is not a rapist, or a killer, by nature.

Here, Sadhguru paints a picture of man as a “Wild, feral, hormonal rapist and murderer, by nature.”
And we are told he is “just a man” – or a boy, even, and to NOT BE AFRAID. Even Sadhguru sounds afraid! His first thought, is: “Do not guarantee to a rapist that they will be punished; for he will surely ELIMINATE YOU.”
Rape and Murder you.

Let us not forget that a FATHER who rapes his baby daughter, is not under the influence of Hormones – this is something else, entirely.
A darkness, that us women of the world still have no answer or explanation for – other than Man is, by nature, ‘stupid’, ‘hormonal’, ‘crazy,’ ‘opportunistic’, ‘self-serving’, ‘clueless’, ‘calculating’, ‘reactionary’, ‘murderous’.
That girls and women are better than him; so we will not have equal-partners, but needy-children with scary muscles; as bosses, teachers, parents, friends, and romantic-partners.
“Do not blame the boy-child! He is messed-up; misguided. Misdirected. Unable to think for himself. He is pathetic. Help him; but be careful – he might rape and murder you.”

Men can be MORE than this beast he is portrayed as, in every culture, all over the world. We are Universally Bonded by the fact that it is not “Indian Men” – it is MEN.
Women cannot help him; he rapes and murders her if she tries. Men must help Men.
Help them to R.E.S.P.E.C.T. women.

He goes on to say, that Indian Society had previously planned a boy’s life; your affairs will be settled, you will have a wife.

Man is the perpetual Baby; with his clothes laid-out, and breakfast ready. He does not see nor receive his Mother’s Love; he expects her servitude. She is his slave. Woman is his entitlement.
He is like a fat, pompous king, that feeds only the ego, and his primal nature.

The wife will be the ‘new mother’.

Some of the points he raised are relevant only to Indian Society. And to hormonal boys.

Mother Earth is full of murderous male-rapists who are beyond hormonal years; whose wives give birth to daughters; who have sisters; who were raised in cities.

The way I see it, the majority of the world worships a male-god; this has programmed girls to see men as god-Like.
Boys are not programmed to see girls and women as god-Like: it is imbalanced.
She automatically respects him; he automatically does not respect her.

This young woman’s question holds the key:
It is called “Mother India”, but She and her daughters are disrespected.

The further India moves from its Goddess roots, the stupider it’s men become.

Girls and women need to see Man for what he really is; not “god-Like”, but exactly as Sadhguru describes: FERAL AND DANGEROUS.

Om Shakti
Om Shanti


*~ WE’VE BEEN INVENTING COLOURS! ~*

Terry-Pratchett-Octarine
Octarine has already been imaginated, or *seen*.

And I’ve added a couple:

* Glitterine ~ it’s sort of pink/gold/peach/champagne

* Fla’tango ~ it’s like a hot pink-flame tangerine flamingo fire you find in sunsets

* Violet Ice ~ It’s icy! It’s violet! But white opalesque mermaid scales… it has changing flutters of icy opal purifire… (Purifire might also be another name for it.)

* Lavalite ~ a Red Velvet/Turquoise/Gold

* Tropica ~ Hot Pink/Ultra Violet/and Amber

* Glowver ~ It glows, it is sort of flame-orange, gold-heart – not burny; it Glows Love.

* Silvette ~ silvergrey~pinkviolette

* Harmonium ~ Ice Cream coloured carnival in the Heart

* Jazz ~ silver, smoky shades of blue…

* Caramee ~ a golden brown fusion of Sun and Earth; think ground gold nuggets and coffee beans

* Terrabella ~ desert hues, where the red sands meet the cobalt-blue sky

From Alison Thompson:
* Aqualore ~ aqua blue tinged with golden sunrise

* Tangagrine. Tangerine green – sunset reflection just above the eastern horizon at sunset

* Charcool – the intermediate phase of disunderstanding a denseness

From Maalika Shay Devi Dasi:
* RaisinWild ~ the color when two lovers share a raisin smoothie and then frenchkiss with pink tongues

* BlueGreenScream ~ An electrik fusion of joyous yellow and turquoise dancing aggressively w/ eachother

* AngelEsque ~ a soft light shimmer mixed with the color of babies lips and a gold, translucent sweat

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A deeper shade of Glitterine… lighter shades have lighter pink… more peach, less orange…
I suppose one could say that Glitterine is the colour of Autumn, but also of Spring. There is a tender pink seed of growth hidden in the harvest…

 

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Another shade of Glitterine…

 

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A spring shade of Glitterine…

*I elaborate;
We haven’t so much as been ‘inventing’ colours, as we have been *seeing* them…

This is a deeper shade of *Glitterine, perhaps it is the colour at the Heart of an Equinox… part Autumn, part Spring…
And depending on if you lean into Autumn, or if you lean in to Spring, the shades get deeper, or brighter… Spring shades are a little pinker… a little peachy, with more champagne bliss…

Add yours, below! 💋


The Four Insights – Alberto Villoldo [Understanding Perception and the Human Brain]

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  • The Body and Physical Perception: The Level of the Serpent

The Serpent is an instinctual creature with extraordinary senses that it can rely upon to tell it where there is food and where there is a predator. Similarly, in the physical realm, we humans rely upon on our senses to give us a picture of ourselves and the world. This is a very material level of perception, where everything is tangible, solid, and difficult to change; where reality is 1 percent spirit and 99 percent matter.

From this perception of serpent, we can see, touch, and even smell an object in front of us, such as a loaf of bread, and we know that it’s there, physically  present. We don’t imagine the stalks of golden wheat in the bread, the kneading of the baker, or the fire that transformed it into a loaf that we can eat – we only see an object that can satisfy our desire for hunger. Similarly, we don’t see sex as an act of Love; we see it as an act of longing that will satisfy our desire.

At the level of the serpent, the language we use to depict reality is molecular and chemical. We could describe bread scientifically, [ – making executive decision to edit out some details. I trust you will ‘get’ these concepts!]…

… When we see problems through the eyes of the serpent only, we try to come up with physical solutions. We want to change the job, trade in the car, find a new partner, or have an affair…

…At serpent, we rely totally on our instinctual senses and don’t reflect more deeply on our problems. We’re operating from  that part of the brain we share with lizards and dinosaurs – that is, we’re aware of our physical bodies, but we’re not cognizant of our mental, creative, and spiritual selves. In this state, we perceive outer form and accept only the obvious, remaining blind to our feelings and those of others. We’re devoid of rich, complex thinking, and simply act and react. This state can be very useful for operating in the physical world. After all, we need to pay bills, mow the lawn, and drive the kids to school without reading any more meaning into these actions. And, as Sig. Freud once famously remarked, ” Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.”

Remaining in serpent – that is, putting one foot in front of the other – is especially helpful for getting us through immediate crisis. Our reptilian brain is in charge, working from survival instincts, and we simply do what has to be done without wasting valuable energy thinking about it, analyzing it, or getting emotionally distraught about it. We all know how wearying it is to meet someone who refuses to function at this level even when it[‘s very practical to do so, choosing to read deep meaning into eve the most trivial of matters instead of just getting the work done.

The instincts of serpent are also very helpful because they can alert us to danger before we consciously perceive it – we get a “bad vibe” about a person or place and avoid it without knowing why, or we sense that a police officer with a radar gun is up the road, so we take our foot off the gas pedal.

Serpent is an essential state to master, as we have to be effective in the physical world and take care of business in a practical way. But when we allow our need to survive at all costs to dominate, we’re not always so pleasant to be around. We reach for the most literal signs of security… … We coil up and contract, striking out before the other guy can clobber us;  we amass weapons and build fences. In fact archeologists found excavating neolithic sites have found that the earliest defenses built by humans weren’t designed to protect them from physical enemies but from the invisible ghouls and dangers they perceived from the level of the serpent.

Unfortunately, much of humanity has lived at the level of serpent for thousands of years. Many people who take the Bible and the Koran literally, with their instructions to slay infidels, still live in this realm. It’s important to be able to take our perception up a notch, for the good of ourselves and our world, because serpent is the cold-blooded domain of “an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.”

  • The Mind and Emotional Perception: The Level of the Jaguar

In this perceptual state, jaguar, the mind interprets our reality. We recognize that the mind can create psychosomatic diseases or restore health, that repressed anger can cause cancer, and that a positive attitude brings joy and peace to ourselves and others around us. We’re aware that our experiences are influenced buy our thoughts and that everything isn’t necessarily what it seems to be in the physical realm.

Now when we look at a loaf of bread, we know that it came from the fields of wheat, and the baker… [possibilities with bread; eat it, butter, store it, give it away, food fight etc] but we’ve been taught certain beliefs about bread, and those beliefs influence our decision about what to do with it. We know that it’s not right to waste food, so we quickly brush aside any temptation to throw it across the room just for fun.

In short, we understand that that we have choices, but we also know that those choices are limited by our beliefs about bread. We also comprehend the bread’s symbolic meanings: We understand that it represents life, as in ” the bread of life”; we use the expression “white bread” to denote a person who lacks dimension and personality; and we say: “I have no bread” to express a lack of money. A loaf of bread represents more than the satisfaction of our hunger, and having sex represents more than the satisfaction of our need – it can be an act of intimacy.

The realm of beliefs, ideas, and emotions is associated with the jaguar because this type of perception can suddenly transform situations, causing them to be seen in a new light, and such a creature is the archetype of sudden change. The jaguar spots [its] prey and pounces on it, quickly extinguishing its life – yet this helps keep down the population of the other animals and maintain balance in the rain forest, thus making it possible for other life to thrive in the ecosystem. In the same way, a single insight can allow us to break free from our negative feelings or an old way of operating that’s preventing us from moving forward.

The jaguars’ instincts are different from those of the serpent, which is solely concerned with survival and preservation. Jaguars are curious and inquisitive – our cat instinct leads us to the right people and situations (or the wrong ones, if our feline instinct is flawed). Jaguar perception is associated with the mammalian brain, that of emotion and deep feelings of Love, intimacy, family, caring, and compassion. Yet it is also the brain of aggression, superstition, amulets, and Nostradamus and Genghis Khan. The language of the level of jaguar is spoken or written words, which we use to  form and express ideas, beliefs, and feelings. Here we understand symbols and signs and can agree that certain sounds are words that mean something specific.

From jaguar, we recognize that we can give a hungry man a fish, but a more practical long-term solution is to teach him how to fish. We know that we can give a starving child a piece of bread, but we also know that one does not live on bread alone. We rise above the literal level and see a wider range of possibilities in any situation. If we have a migraine, we ask ourselves, “What could be the cause? What is my body trying to tell me?”

Just as the mental level encases the physical, in Jaguar we incorporate what we experience at serpent state. So if we have a headache, we’re aware of our pain, but we also think about what might have caused it, such as chocolate or red wine [too much responsibility, worries about business or a fight with a Loved one ~ our body is responding with a headache].

Through the eyes of jaguar, we look at the child who is acting out in class and ask, “Is he actually unable to sit still and keep his hands to himself and if so, why?” We consider whether the child ate a lot of sugary treats and has a strong physical urge to move, if he’s bored by what the teacher is saying and so on. We’re able to perceive much more about the situation than we would at serpent state; consequently, we’re able to think of many more solutions. We don’t just punish the child that acts out, we make sure he eats a healthy breakfast and has a chance to walk and run before he has to settle into his seat and focus on listening to the teacher. We don’t just pop a pain pill – we learn to say no to our extra responsibilities and start expressing the anger we’ve been repressing. Because we have so many more possibilities, we’re able to make effective changes and solve more complex issues.

  • The Soul and Sacred perception: The Level of Hummingbird

The next domain of perception (which also encases the other two levels) is that of the soul. The language of this level is image, music, poetry, and dreams – it’s the realm of myth, where the soul can experience itself on a sacred journey, ans is thus symbolized by hummingbird. Although tiny, this bird manages to navigate thousands of miles in its yearly migration from Canada to Brazil. It never loses its sense of direction or its drive to press forward, and never wonders if it has enough food or strength for its voyage. In the domain of the mythic, we are all like hummingbird, on a grand voyage and yearning to drink only from the nectar of life. When we don’t perceive our journey as sacred, we become mired at the level of the mind and its complicated analysis of the world. From hummingbird, we perceive all of our experiences as part of an epic journey.

The hummingbird perceptual state is associated with the neocortex, the most recent addition to the human brain. The neocortex evolved around 100,000 years ago and is responsible for our ability to reason, visualize, and create. It is the brain of Galileo and Beethoven, science, art, and mythology.

At the soul level, solutions to problems that we can’t solve with the mind suddenly become evident. In Peru a few years back, for instance, the native people had begun to perceive that the inexpensive, healthy, homemade, wholegrain bread that they’d been eating for generations was inferior to store-bought, heavily processed white loaves that they saw the wealthy eat. As a result, they were eating less wholesome bread, and it was affecting the well-being of the population.

The president of Peru could have tried to resolve the problem at the level of the mind and attempted to convince people through a public-relations campaign that brown bread is good for you, or he could have worked with the legislature to pass a law raising the taxes on white bread to try to force people to buy more affordable loaves. Instead, he chose to address the situation from the hummingbird level of perception.

The president recognized that to the village people of his country, white bread had come to represent success and sophistication, while brown bread symbolized poverty and ordinariness. He knew he had to change their perception that white bread is better, so he made a television clip that showed him dining with with his family in the presidential palace, eating brown bread. He knew that this would deliver the message that brown bread is the food off the successful and the sophisticated, and it worked. Indigenous people in Peru returned to eating brown bread because this was the bread of kings, not peasants!

When I eat a restaurants in Peru, I always load up my bag with extra rolls that are served, because I know I’ll have an opportunity to help someone out by giving them a roll that may be their only meal of the day. Once when I was traveling with a Laika elder, I found myself in a bus station surrounded by several children who had gathered around me in the hopes that I might give them some coins or candy. I began to take the rolls out of the bag and distribute them, but the elder told me, ” This is not the bread these children need. The kind of food my people need is the food of the soul, not the stomach.” He took the rolls from me and distributed them to the children himself, but as he did, he also began telling them stories about their Inka ancestors.

Afterward, the elder explained, “These stories are the nourishment that they are craving. I gave them not the bread that will feed them tonight, but the bread that will feed them their entire lives.” He was perceiving with the eyes of the hummingbird – to him, the stories were nourishment for the soul. When he saw me handing out rolls, he intervened at the level of the sacred by offering these people the mythology of their people.

At the level of the soul, things are what they truly are: an expression of the sacred. A house is not simply a roof over your head, it’s a home. A spouse is not merely a person you share household and child-rearing duties with, but a chosen partner, a fellow traveler on a great journey. In this state, you look at bread and ask, ” Am I hungry for bread, or am I hungering for the nurturing it represents?” You’re able to understand the importance of breaking bread with others and how your belly can never be adequately filled when others go hungry in the world.

At the level of hummingbird we listen below the surface of conversations and hear their hidden meanings. We operate in metaphors, so if we have a migraine, we ask ourselves, “Am I going out of my mind? What thoughts are stuck in my head?What is this a sign of?” In Chinese medicine, unexpressed anger is said to reside in our liver, so if we have liver trouble, we know it can be a sign our our repressed rage. So if our liver function is sluggish, we ask, “What medication can I take?” but also, “How can I practise forgiveness, both with myself and others?” We understand illness to be the warning light that tells us there’s something going on that needs our attention, and we don’t treat the symptom alone.When we look through the eyes of hummingbird and we see an overly active child, we ask, “How is this child’s ‘problem’ a positive opportunity?” We recognize that giving Ritalin to a hyperactive child may make him stay in his seat and focus on what the teacher is saying, but it takes away his natural ability to multitask. In a jungle, this child’s “problem” behaviour or “learning deficit” would actually be an asset – he would be able to hear the birds call to each other and the rushing of the waterfall and still engage in a conversation, all the while remaining alert to possible danger. In hummingbird, we perceive the child’s distractibility as a gift that’s invaluable for his soul’s journey.

  • Spiritual Perception: The Level of Eagle

(To be continued! Or – just read the book; it’s really good, and recommended 🙂

In the naïveté of my pure, unbroken soul, I intentionally left this section blank, many years ago, as a ‘nod’ to Language-less Divine Perception – which, I have since learned, is actually rare. Almost no-one sees things from here.

In the book, this is summarised by “We do not see a rich man giving a poor man some bread; we see Spirit nourishing Spirit.”

This is also best described by the actualities of the greetings in some languages, that allude to Unity Consciousness:
Namaste‘, in Sanskrit, means: “The Light in me, acknowledges the Light in you.”
In Lak’ech‘ in Mayan, means: “You are another myself/I am another yourself.”
Mitakuye Oyasin‘ in Lakota, means: “We are all related.”

This level is the Macrocosmic perception that also dwells within the Microcosm. One eye is here, one eye is there. Macro sees Micro; participates.
Micro – en-masse – cannot see Macro. Unless: gnosis.) 


Persephone.

For anyone as Persephone as me.

SINCE PLUTO IS IN THE SPOTLIGHT, THIS ECLIPSE… that’d be, July 13, 2018, here are the 3 degrees of interest: the KARMIC degree (20); the ECLIPSE degree (21); and the QUEST degree (22).
Below, will be the Cancer SUN/MOON Eclipse Degree.

(from Elias Lonsdale’s “Inside Degrees”)

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But before we begin, I’d just like to say I once Loved a guy with this degree; and it couldn’t be more accurate:  

CAPRICORN 20
Many different perfumes carried by a breeze.

We bear within us many past lives, each one complete, autonomous, and emitting its own subtle, special fragrance. There are points along the journey when we must stand together with the whole line-up of our previous selves and follow out the journey they were all leading to. This is a formidable task. There is a lot to live up to. It grants you authority and conviction and it makes it very hard to get started. In order to get anywhere you must at times deny the awareness that everybody is there, and do whatever you can do, apparently on your own. But truly the depth of experience, the substantive inward development and the power of your inner drive give it away–you are destiny-charged in a larger-than-life fashion. Being self-possessed is your watchword. There is so much to accomplish. And at the center of the journey lies self-knowledge and the overriding determination to clear the karmic slate, to free up what has been trapped and bound and to come to yourself afresh. This destiny-will is guided, cosmically supported, centrally relevant to your whole world, and you will do it. Turn the darkest of hours into the brightest breakthroughs by refusing to stop anywhere or to back down from your resolve to wake up this time and get on with the greater path, at long last.

… and wake-up, he did not, in the time that I knew him. He chased different women like wisps of perfume… confused by the rainbow his Soul Journey was asking him to integrate. He stopped here, and there, delaying his Reunion – running from it, even, to keep The Drama of Samsara alive. Like other men I’ve known, he just wanted to play with new toys.
I hope he makes it. His degree says he will.
He was grieving when I met him – but his Aries South Node didn’t know we all were.
They never seem to think about the ways in which others might need them.
I transform my sorrows and losses into lessons and guiding lights for the way; the one that leads us all home, to unity consciousness.
I will tell you, that we had the kind of synchronicity that makes you both feel like the universe is on your side; it wants you to win.
One time, I was looking for a new movie to watch, and he had updated online, that he HIGHLY recommended iOrigins.
I watched it, and I smiled… that entire plot is summed up by this exact degree; no wonder it spoke to him.
With Pluto dancing on his Sun, he might be on his way home, soon…   

House

CAPRICORN 21
A stately old house in a ruined condition.

Karmic entanglement in patterns, syndromes, and worlds which have no future. Dwelling in worlds apart and worlds gone by. Intent upon salvaging the essence-spark of what was once there and claims your allegiance still. You are heavily drawn back in a virtual stupor or enchantment of following out a script, fulfilling a fate. Every line written ahead of time. Starchy and formal. Haunted, intrigued, bound up within what would seem to be no longer happening. Yet inwardly brooding all-pervasively upon the reverberations and echoes of what went wrong, of what was lost, of the severances and the tragedies. Doomed to stay in the lost places until Divine Spirit intervenes. Self-sentenced to limbo, half glad of it and half miserable and full of longings.

altar

CAPRICORN 22
A bare altar covered with black velvet.

Death is a force that brings into Earth something from beyond and this something is the X factor in the human equation. Your own previous deaths as major sign-posts which hold you to your noblest and most surrendered ways of being. Mortality has spoken; immortality arises from the ashes. A threshold awareness that hugs the edge between the worlds and bows before a God who presides over the living and the dead. You stride across worlds, in tune with myriad frequencies, and are quite able to make way for the unknown, the infinite, the other side of life. A fiercely-held intention to bow before what truly is and fall for nothing less, no matter how attractive or appealing.

SUN/MOON ECLIPSE DEGREE:

Nest

CANCER 21
High up on a mountain an eagle’s nest.

Heritage and birthright, the soul’s inheritance. Being granted a belongingness, an attunement to rarified worlds. Consciousness triumphant. Maintaining the Crown vista of universal essentials, you are imbued with natural wonders and treasures. Wakeful, vigilant, and clear. You have superlative faculties of sifting through and finding what we all need to see here. Remarkably untouched by personal limitations and distortions. Called upon to uphold the truth and knowing it. Serene, focused, and unsentimental. Diving right to the place where the goods are. Impeccable skills used under constraint. The finest accompanies each breath. The mark of previous karmic attainments of the highest kind. Resuming where you left off, steady, self-assured, and righteous in the best sense. Beyond reproach.

And lastly, here is the perfect movie for this eclipse:

Mother!2017

She represents the Archetype of Cancer, naturally. But that’s all I’m going to say. I might review it in its own post, someday.


#RoseArmy

RoseGift

(I didn’t make this; I had it made.)

Could this gift be yours…?

Nothing in Life is free. But we are valuable.

I will post this necklace, to anyone, anywhere in the world – for free! – and I have two!!

First one gets to pick which design you want; suitable for all size necks.
There are two different designs (not shown). IF you’ll help me.

The only requirement is that you have to care, be passionate and devoted to women’s empowerment, healing, and rising, #RoseArmy and #MeToo, and help me with all that, online.
Like, running a page, or finding people to run the others.

You see, if you’re passionate, none of this is hard; it will be our liberation. All of ours.

And could be fun.

Feeling sad about Anthony Bourdain’s passing.
Feeling like we need to get stronger.

First Step: Join me, here, and write me a paragraph on how much you care about #RoseArmy, #MeToo, saving the world, and all that.

Step two: Write me that paragraph, of about 60 words or less, about why I should pick you; HOW you are passionate about helping save the world. You don’t need to have a lot of followers, just to be able to keep an eye on the movements, media, events, network, and share links, write articles, posts – or even tweets.

Nothing you don’t want to do.
I only want you if want to.

If you don’t want to, please share this and help me find two people who would be good for this.

And I’ll post it, anywhere in the world…!

Stay blessed!


DID ROSE McGOWAN JUST MAKE HERSTORY?!

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Women of the World have been waiting for this day; we have been working for it, since they came.

Rose McGowan and her #RoseArmy may have just changed Hollywood, forever.

This is an Herstorical moment!

ALL the voices, hashtags, posts, and tweets who found the fire to join the chorus of women who stood – bravely – in the critical spotlight of consciousness, helped to change the world as we know it.
What is now known, cannot be unknown.
Everything is Illuminated.

“It is harrowing to have people know my deepest pain, but fear cannot stop this national convo that needs to be had.” ~ Rose McGowan

Those of us putting ourselves out there, patiently waited for the moment we had sisters to stand alongside – it takes an army of women to be heard; you may have noticed.
Love straight-shot it, in 2005.
Some of us died waiting for this moment, giving everything we had, and leaving all we had behind; for every girl or woman lost to male-violence, we remember her in our Hearts. We work for justice and awareness, with Liberation as the ultimate goal.

You are taking part of someone’s soul. It’s happened to me. It alters the course of your life; it’s altered the course of my life.” ~ Rose McGowan

R.I.P.

You should always take care of those sweeter and smaller than you are.” ~ Beasts of the Southern Wild

The Neptunian Magic-Mirror of Hollywood rules collective-consciousness; male-dominated, they’ve been stealing dreams, and implanting nightmares since the birth of the silverscreen.

Whoever controls the media controls the mind.” ~ Jim Morrison

For so long, all we’ve heard and seen, has been known as history; commonly referred to by witches as: “HIStory”: men’s stories. The Male Gaze.
If you know anything about astrology, you’ve been watching Pluto in Capricorn dismantle the patriarchy, brick-by-brick. By now, we’re about half-way through, and while many girl’s and women’s lives have been interrupted and interfered with, we have been working every day to break the spell of the patriarchy over the masses; it may have just happened. But not without effort. Not without a public anchor: Rose.

So whether you’re “sick of hearing about it”, or whatever. Tough.
Women deal with it everyday; keeping the story alive, and bringing it ALL the way home, to pedophilia and organised crime, is how it has to be. No more.
There are still many, many comments online from people who DON’T get it.

Hi-Five to all who do! ✋

Rose McGowan has her Sagittarius Moon and Lilith conjunct Galactic Centre.

Galactic Centre is notorious for the astrology of Whistleblowers; Sagittarius burns with the truth. Often a foot-in-mouth sort of character. Sometimes, the voice of God/Goddess.
This place is the hand that turns our galaxy… the movement of this moment.

The Moon is about Womankind; the phases of womanhood, motherhood, childhood, and our Soul: the rhythm of life, itself. Period, period-blood. The Womb. It’s about home, sanctuary, intimacy, embodiment, and feelings. It is reflective – but on a mass scale, in a situation like this, we might simply say it’s about “Women”.

Lilith is about Independence from the Patriarchy, and crimes against women and children – she is untameable. She has been demonised by you-know-who.
Once the war is over, she is pure, primal, uninhibited creative and sexual expression.
These days, she is known as a dark-goddess no-one wants to touch. The buried one. Silenced, yet screaming if you are pushed too far away from life, and can hear her at the ends of the earth. Caged. Misrepresented. Erased, almost.
There is an image, here, that reminds me of what she is.  The first image.

The Voice of the Universe is *literally* speaking through Rose, right now, because Galactic Centre is presently being *activated* by Transiting Lilith, herself, and Transiting Saturn; which aids in manifesting Lilith’s authority, embodiment, and voice.
This is Mature Lilith.
Real Lilith.
When all the women started speaking up about the TRUTH behind the Hollywood Mirror, I commented that I could hear “Lilith conjunct Galactic Centre”… I got a thrill.
Lilith/Saturn and Galactic Centre are also getting a little *electrifried* by a trine from revolutionary Uranus in Aries, and, as part of a GRAND FIRE TRINE with the North Node in Leo, Destiny is involved. Our future is here. Our moment has arrived – if we keep the spotlight ON.

Powerful women (Lilith), supported by Reality (Saturn), Revolution (Uranus), and Destiny (North Node): ladies, our time has come.

STAY ON FIRE.

Other notable astrology of the moment is Jupiter just switching over to Scorpio – Jupiter is BIG, and EDUCATIONAL, and Scorpio is sexual, deep, power-engaged, and mysterious… combine the two.
Jupiter in Scorpio is ruled by soothsayer, Sagittarius, so as the Cosmic-Clock moves, so too, will the story of earth: stay present, and engaged in your Truth and your Mystery.
You might even *shock* yourself!
Jupiter in Scorpio is also influenced by Pluto, who is in Capricorn: this astrological coming-of-age is HUGE.
Saturn activates Galactic Centre only every thirty years.

And a shorter, yet *active* transit of the last few days, is MARS (sexuality, passion, strength) opposite CHIRON (#ouch).

And an ever shorter astrological moment, is Venus conjunct SUPER Galactic centre; this one is from late-Virgo to early Libra. Venus here, has the deepest Heart: she’s a Healer of galactic proportions.
Mars is slowly but surely on his way there. Any day, now.

Revolutionary Rose is also about to have her Lilith Return, and Saturn transit her Moon.
Sister-witch Alyssa Milano has her Sun conjunct Galactic Centre; Alyssa started the hashtag #MeToo on twitter, so the world could see the Truth.
So the world could Witness.

Alyssa’s the Light. Rose is the Night.
Both of them are having Lilith and Saturn come round for a visit…

What this astrology means for Rose, is that she is literally the EMBODIMENT of the TRUTH of NOW. When Saturn hits her Moon, this can be a challenging time, emotionally, OR, she may just get realer.
Stronger.

During my Lilith Return, I wrote this: although I hate the powerless image the editor chose to accompany it. Very *soft*, small, and *non-threatening*.
I had no intention of being “threatening” – only real.

Alls I know, is that Rose is embodying her Destiny: Capricorn North Node gets shit done. It’s the Chief.

North Node on the cusp of the 8th House: she’ll make a powerful boss. An excellent investigator and dismantler of the patriarchy, as she reclaims female power from its ruins.

Goddess (Lilith) vs The Patriarchy (Saturn)

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Rose is Goddess speaking.

She’s an apocalypse.
Oh yeah; and her Venus is tightly conjunct Uranus. She’s so unusual… 😉 Definitely a female revolutionary. An ingenious Venus. Artistic, Awakening.
“Shocking Pink” – I think she once said…


WHY MEN DON’T UNDERSTAND SEXUAL ABUSE

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Why don’t men understand sexual abuse?
Because they don’t know how to listen. 

Listening is a receptive quality that is usually attributed to females.
The “Yin” factor.

Receptivity has depth; it is in communion with all that is, and can draw from the pools of collective consciousness – depending on how far home you want to go.

This, is a man’s world.

Girls have been conditioned and groomed to be receptive; to be obedient.
To a male-god.
And to allll His representatives:
To the “man of the house”.
To the male-authorities in the community she grew up in – teachers; priests; government; business-men who control the money she’ll someday need to rent a house on stolen land.
– the primary reason prostitution of all sorts even exists.

But Life is Tantra; it is the exchange of yang (penetration) and yin (receptivity), forever.

When women express their natural yang nature, they are silenced by men; beaten into submission; called names; abused; locked-away – and yes: even murdered.
For daring to SPEAK her unscripted mind that does not say the words he wants to hear.

That’s why I write; from behind the safety of my computer screen, where I can express myself without being interrupted. talked-over, silenced, or abused.

Being receptive, I’ve noticed a trend around “men” on the internet, over this HW exposé: men do not understand sexual abuse.
“Why didn’t she DO this?”
“Why didn’t she DO that?”

Do?

To “Do” is yang.
She is not allowed to be yang.
She is only allowed to be submissive, obedient, and to act in accordance with his vision: The Male Gaze.

She lives in fear of being murdered.
And that is what men don’t understand about “coercion“; she is afraid.
Fight, flight, FREEZE.
She is threatened, bullied, harassed, manipulated, or held-captive until he gets what he wants.
The hell of staying with him a minute longer is shortened by surrendering sooner.
Playing dead may just save your life.

Not only do these men not understand sexual abuse; they don’t know how to listen when the generous women of the internet take valuable and precious time out of their lives to school them.
Thank you, Ladies! ❤
(And thank you to my bros who know I’m tired, and who understand that men don’t/can’t/won’t listen to women, and who educate the dinosaurs that still live amongst us… I feel excited to be alive to see these subtle changes grace our modern-days; to see the voice of men rising on behalf of women. Without having to ask.)

James Van Der Beek, of Dawson’s Creek fame, knows all too well what it feels like to be sexually harassed by older, powerful men in Hollywood:

“The actor didn’t name names, but he sympathized with women who have been silenced by fear and judgement that often accompanies speaking out against an abuser.

“I understand the unwarranted shame, powerlessness & inability to blow the whistle,” he continued. “There’s a power dynamic that feels impossible to overcome.”

“Along with a link to an article on The Cut about a writer’s experience in a hotel room with a “powerful man, Van Der Beek added, “For anyone judging the women who stayed silent, read this for perspective. Also for anyone brushing off harassment as ‘boys being boys’…What Weinstein is being accused of is criminal.””

“Why was it my responsibility to change the world?” ~ Liz Meriwether

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If Hollywood is owned by men, it is their visions, fantasies, stories, and animas that have penetrated our psyches: what we think might be women, might actually be just male-fantasy…
They highjacked the Dreamtime, and implanted it with nightmares.

The actresses who bring these female-characters to life weren’t counting on the one-dimensional perception of mankind through the lens of storytelling – she understands layers, and body-language, and pregnant silences. The average man does not.

But girls usually don’t realize this until they become women.
Sometime around the age of 30 (post-Saturn Return).

On my 30th Birthday, I looked around in horror as I realised:
“Oh my god; I’m older than every man on the planet.”
And I finally understood that “look” I’d seen in the eyes of women older than me.

Now: everyone is different. Generations are different. Times are different.

Joan Collins had to marry her rapist. 😭

Sarah Polley comments this:
“What else are we turning a blind eye to, in all aspects of our lives? What else have we accepted that, somewhere within us, we know is deeply unacceptable? And what now will we do about it?”

Emma Thompson says: “We’ve ALL had these experiences. I spent my 20’s trying to get old men’s tongues out of my throat.”
“This has been part of our world, women’s world, since time immemorial.”

Some girls can totally kick-ass – these might be girls with a strong Mars, or strong Fire-Signs and aspects in their charts.
They fight.
Most girls come from families where the men in their lives treat them like people: they do not yet know they are in for a life of sexual-abuse and assault “out there”.
They’re friendly, equal.
Some girls, have brothers that protect them, or teach them to fight just by growing up together.
Some girls are warned by their fathers to “watch out” for outside men.
These girls are lucky. And so are the boys. Family gives them foundation and context for the world.

HOWEVER
Some girls are not so lucky to be born into a Loving family: they are born into abuse.
Sexually abused by their fathers, grandfathers, brothers, uncles, and “family friends”.
Those girls have to grow up in his house.
Be forced to Love him; feel confused.
See him every day.
Pose for family photos.

I know a girl who dated her rapist for two years, after the incident.
Another, for 7 months.

Most of the time, it’s not strangers that rape you: imagine how safe that feels.

So why is Rose in photo with HW, after?
She’s an actress. A professional. At the time of this photo, I believe she was engaged to RR.
Just ‘guessing’… I might surmise her fiancé had assured her he’d “be right there”, “nothing will happen”, “we’re in a public place”. Maybe she felt invincible, that day. Loved.
She mentioned:
“My ex sold our movie to my rapist.”

I can imagine the sting of that betrayal.

Sometimes, it can take a while for a woman to register abuse; or even worse: to be affected by it.
Childhood memories may not surface until an older age.
Maybe the last – or latest – rape or assault is the straw that broke the camel’s back; after 30 years of sexual abuse and assault, see how nice you become.

People have told me they like me “better, before”.
Well guess what: I liked me, too.
I cannot BELIEVE the amount of abuse I have had to integrate and recover from; instead of having a life.
And every time I think it’s time to start again, I get interrupted by the Darkness of Man.

It takes an army of women to be heard.

And I feel somewhat Heartened by this whole Hollywood catching of a Big Fish…
Hollywood holds the collective-consciousness of the majority of the world.
These brave women have changed something.
– can you believe how long it took for anyone to even bring-up the word: JAIL?!
I hear he plans to “run to Europe” for rehab – before he’s put behind bars, don’t you think?

No-one wants to be renown for being a rape-victim – the shame is extinguishing.
It humiliates you until you shrink.
Hate yourself.
Become removed from the time-stream; never catching up to yourself.
Falling behind.
Becoming brain-damaged and growth-retarded.
Frozen.
Most girls with behavioural problems have suffered abuse, and tried to bury it.
The PSTD destroys your health.
Satire:

“Have a Worse, Shorter Life

This one’s self-explanatory: Let your hair down, go a little wild, and don’t value your own life because the world doesn’t value it, so what’s the point? Live with the metallic taste of injustice in your throat at all times, die sooner of stress-related illnesses, and thank your lucky stars you won’t live long enough to see your granddaughters go through the same horseshit trauma factory we call Earth!”

(Comedy/Tragedy are the twin-flames of storytelling.)

I have collected my courage from the various women who have spoken-out, over the years: Tara Moss, Pamela Anderson, and all the women in the powerful documentary, “Brave Miss World”, by Linor Abargil.

“Rape is so isolating.” ~ Linor Abargil

The one time I did find my voice, to write a poem about it, was because I had felt what it might feel like for someone to have my back in Love.

“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.” ~ Lao Tzu

Present Day, I don’t feel so alone now that it’s in the spotlight…

I’m pretty sure women of the world would all much rather be following our dreams, chasing our goals, crafting our inventions, and writing and directing the movies and screenplays that carry the messages we so wanted to tell.
But, we don’t get to have a life.
We have to fight a never-ending war on sexual abuse, while men get to do whatever they want.

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Our lives are interrupted. By male-violence. Injustice. Horror. Shock. Disbelief. And PTSD.
Sometimes, we get murdered; instantly, or slowly.

They say: “Life is what happens when you’re busy making plans.”
When your life is interrupted, and/or darkened, you can see CLEARLY what is wrong with the world.

“You are taking part of someone’s soul. It’s happened to me. It alters the course of your life; it’s altered the course of my life.” ~ Rose McGowan

Mine too, Rose. Mine too.

*~ GROUP-HUG ~* to anyone who has suffered abuse at the hands of men.
I celebrate this moment, where a spotlight has been shone on a collective-shadow.
Thanks to the #RoseArmy and all the women who spoke out, speak up, and won’t shut-up until justice reigns on earth.


HOW ARE WE MULTI-DIMENSIONAL?

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*~ HOW ARE WE MULTI-DIMENSIONAL? ~*

The most common – and simplest – way to understand this is with the trinity of:

* Body
* Mind
* Spirit

We embody a body; we experience through the perceptions of the mind; and we are the spirit.

So, you can see how we are all these three things, split, or whole.

But there is even more to this, and I will begin at the core:

The reason I have chosen this picture, is because it is the easiest way to understand;
We will begin with the teeny tiny Babushka: the unbroken one.
She is solid. She is whole.
Think of her as your essence-self; she is the eternal flame of the Great Bonfire from which we all emerged.
Flames, clothed separate, and dancing through time and space…

The Inner Core – the monad, the atman, the christ consciousness – is the perpetual sexual spiritual orgasm of creation, itself.
Electricity and Light in the uniqueness of You.
Dancing so close, so unified, that I cannot tell them apart.
It is The One.
You are that energy signature – irreplaceable, incomparable.

Let us now build upon this one, this electrical, living individual – you;
We are the skin, we are the skeleton.

Add a Babushka Doll around the flame, and this is our first layer – let’s call it consciousness, or the ability to know one’s self.

Add another doll around that, and call it ‘mind’; the ability to have a conversation with consciousness.

Add another doll/veil and call it body.

And another, that we will call “The Personality” – this is all the things that you like; all the things that brighten you, and make you dance (inside, or out).
You might like red, you might like rainbows, you might like grass, or Egypt, tequila, or velvet, music, words, water, gold, or lightning, thunder or driving, breaking hearts, or disappearing… the potentials are infinite!

The ego might be the next doll/layer/veil. This is the one, that meets the other. Separate.
Here, we have a human.
In this separateness is where all the tension is; bound flames, longing to merge.

Choices are made to keep the self, or generate Love, Brightness, and Heat by the re-uniting of two flames.
Whatever decision is made by one, affects both humans.

If one thinks they *are* the human – or the ego – or the personality, their layers will be fused; hardened.

-That’s why broken people let out the most light.
The fluidity of twisting open, unveiling, and getting closer to the burning core… in individual shades we don’t even have names for; octarine, glitterine, fla’tango, and violet ice…

The more living and dying we do, the more we add layer upon layer of Babushka Dolls, building up a person.
Giving it a name.
You.

Making it “real”.

We have different masks, or costumes, depending on our interactions – we are fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers, children, friends, famous, boyfriends, girlfriends, married, teachers, computer programmer, director, musician, professional fairy.
We may have a stripper name, personality, and sheath.
We may have a healer name, personality, and sheath.
We may have a mystic name, personality, and sheath.
These, too, are layers of our multi-dimensionality.

We birth new bodies/sheaths/layers/veils, and shape-shift fluidly through them all, at any time.

Some people are constant characters, and that is just as ‘normal’ – variety is the spice of life; we can adorn ourselves with complexity, or strip it right back to simplicity.

We embody the Babushka Doll of all the lives we’ve ever lived, and ever will.

We embody our perfect self, and our not-so perfect self.
We embody our Divinity, and we are also the embodiment.

I call this “my human”. She is ‘mine’.

Fused, I am the effervescent, living, breathing, embodiment of the Cosmic Orgasm.

I call her “my human”. She *is* mine.
She is all the senses, all the bodies, and I Am The Flame.

I am the Inner Peace in her Wild Life.
We share her eyes.
I am the glow.

So, my human, and your human, has layers to it;
* emotions
* feelings
* senses
* thoughts
* personality
* perceptions
* the unique soul sexual signature

She has an astrology chart that interacts with yours, and can be the embodiment of any planet, any day.
Different people give birth to our different bodies – some we’ve never met, tried on, or embodied before…
The Cosmic Clock cycles us into Initiations in which we birth even more outer layers of our selves. We manifest.

Even our facebook profile is one avatar of ourselves – you, to whom I am addressing, are real, aren’t you?

This one is your thinnest, most ghostly Babushka Doll.
It is known as your STRAWMAN – which you didn’t make, but was made FOR you – by society; the man-made construct of illusion and deception.
All the serial numbers it calls you, birth certificate it ‘requires’, forms it makes you fill out, and things it forces you to do and be –
That is society hijacking your strawman, that you don’t even know you have.

It is your prison costume in the world of illusion until you reclaim it for yourself.

Just as we embody our bodies, and our bodies embody cars to drive around in – we are wombs within wombs.

So, let’s put it all in reverse; drop your human (in all its complexity), and YOU remain.
Be the Lover, and BE YOU
Be the teacher, and BE YOU
Be the singer, and BE YOU

Just as Salome un-veils, one by one, we, too, reveal more and more of our Light as we apocalypse… closer to our original, unnamed, flaming colour… octarine, glitterine, fla’tango, and violet ice…

Stripped… until there before you stands a naked flame.

The more complex we are, the more layers we will have.

It doesn’t just add character -it adds character’s’ 😉

We are multi-dimensional.

To be simple and pure, or layered and layering – no matter.
As long as you Live in the Flame in the Light of your Eyes, you can be as multi-dimensional as you can imagine… living infinite lives all at once.

Essentially, *~ NAMASTE ~* means: “my unbroken Babushka Doll says “Hello!” to your unbroken Babushka Doll”.

My truth, to yours.

Naked.

– or as they say in the movie, Avatar: “I see you”.