The #Tao is a Team Sport
Yang penetrates and enlivens Yin
Yin receives and transforms Yang
We are made from Cosmic Weather
Like any storm, when dry warm air hits cold wet air, we get turbulence. Weather spins into cyclones, hurricanes, whirlpools, tornadoes, and sinkholes. We live in the Eye of these storms. We are made from these Two Forces not just Yang, but Yin and Yang combined to manifest into something completely different, yet vaguely familiar. One Creation Made From Two Divergent Qualities.
What does Cosmic Weather have to do with The Big Bang Theory?
Is The Big Bang an atomic explosion? Or was it the other way around, with two atoms merged into One? Fusion or fission? And why must we always choose between two things? Why not both? Either/Or. Right/Wrong. Left/Right. Those are the Gods in their raw form. But we are both.
The higher octave of the Lunar Nurturing Mommy God-Ess is a terrifying birthing/deathing monster.
Pluto. Not a rapist God, not just a Fiery mother godEss. Look at the heat surrounding her. She’s Hot! Well, last time I looked, heat was Yang.
She is on fire with Yang passion. She is a boiling/birthing cauldron. In her pure feminine state she would be cold, blue, dormant, but She is activated as Pluto/Mars in Drag. This monster is a heated vessel who births worlds. The One made from The Two Divergents.
Yang penetrates and enlivens Yin.
Yin absorbs and transforms Yang.
In olden times people knew that two forces created the One. This translation is closer to the original meaning. The current translation, modern bibles, were all interpreted by devout and well meaning men. The male perspective has a bias toward left brain, black and white opinion. It reveres facts over context. It does not understand nuance.
Iain McGilchrist's most recent work is the 2021 The Matter with Things, published by Perspectiva Press, which explores the metaphysical implications of the "hemisphere hypothesis". -Wikipedia
The Lord’s Prayer translation by Dr. Neil Douglas-Klotz demonstrates a perspective of the dual creators. In my opinion, positing two creators is a better fit for the familiar statement, “Made in god’s image.” If we choose to believe that we are made in his image, and we are both physical and mental, then how can he be singular? If he is untouchable, elsewhere and nebulous, what are we, who postulate him?
Our Father, who are in Heaven Translates to:
“O Birther! Father-Mother of the Cosmos/ You create all that moves in light.
Written Words Are Express A Past That Is Gone
The Mystery moves around and through us. We write down thoughts and experiences when they occur to us, but they are gone. Well noted, but between the experience and the telling, we lose the Knowing. Enjoy the books, but don’t kid yourself, because words are placeholders; symbols scratched on cave walls, out of context.
What did they mean by that symbol? You had to be there, in the vortex, in the cauldron with the fire heating you to a boil. Passion is humun when it lives in a body.
Mars In Drag
Scorpio is a Feminine sign representing sex, death and other people's money, so why have we assigned her with an Archetypal male rapist persona? In the ancient astrological arcana, Scorpio is Mars in drag, Medusa. A fierce and punitive womun with an axe to grind.
We are The Sacred Hermaphrodite. Thus, our current misunderstanding of sexuality, in all of its perverse or glorious forms, plagues us.
Venus
“But girls are nice.” Some feminine energies seem nice, until you get up close to them. Cute little Venus, all sweetness and light. How does she operate? She is pheromonal. She calls out.
“Hey, you- boy! Over here. I’m over here. Yes, turn around. Use your nose. Smell me. That’s it, now come over here and I will let you inside me. It’s cozy in here.” The boy breezes over her green leaves and sweet fruit. He freshens the area with his fertile ideas, which she devours like a sticky Venus fly-trap flower.
Reality Is Born in Song
And then what? She sings the world into being. His plan, her body. Yin called in Yang and now we are here, being, doing, having, living and dying.
Scorpio’s 2 Rulers
Pluto was offered as Scorpio’s ruler after we learned that splitting atoms was the microcosm to The Big Bang, so we went with it. Research said, “Sure, make it so!” After some historical research we saw that indeed Pluto’s raw destruction fit history’s time stamps of global mayhem and cataclysms.
Go To The Light
Scorpio is a sign of the Underworld. My Tao perspective tells me that dark cold places are Yin, which means that death and dreams are god-Ess territory. May I submit that Christianity became popular when the solution to the darkness of Our Lady was a kind young man who did magic and promised us a lighted nirvana rather than the nightmarish apocalypse of the godEss?
I have a theory that the Central Pillar of The Tree of Life is a Hermaphroditic area that is the same cutting edge symbolized by the curves between light and dark in the Taijii, the Tao Ball, as I fondly call it in my modern vernacular.
Pluto at the top on the center pillar. What are the tropes of Pluto/Mars in our Astrology lexicon? He is a God of the dark/underworld, who steals Spring and takes her away to rape her. In the Olden Days, rape meant kidnapping and probable unauthorized sex, but nowadays we leave out the part where the kidnapper takes her to the lair and rapes her in private. Nowadays we do her right there in daylight, in the road. So vulgar!
Funny how Beatles lyrics pop from my noggin these days. Frequently amazing.
If Pluto resides at the Top of the Pillar, and Moon resides at the bottom of the Pillar, then is Pluto the higher octave of Moon? Yes. The Kingdom of Gods is in the center, the In-Between.
And what the heck!? If Mars lives above Moon, then, must we recalibrate the chords of our understanding? This diagram is different from the song I learned in a Tucson hippie ashram, at Paul Reeder’s feet in 1992. But what do I know? I get things wrong all the time. And yet…
The song of octaves goes like this: Sun marries Moon through the sex union of Mars.
I haven’t decided the time of day yet. At first I put the wedding at noon when Sun is high, but where is Moon at that hour? She’s not standing there beside him. I need help with this story. Maybe the ancient Greeks can help with that… The Sky Father lies down on the Earth Mother. Feminists hate this analogy, but I was fond of the missionary position in my day!
Anyway!
They consummate the marriage at dusk, which is the time of day when the two are closest together; twilight, the tender time. Life goes on. Sperm hits egg at midnight. The baby is born at dawn. The first three months of life are the last 3 months of gestation and then at the beginning of month four, the baby looks around and sees. That is a full year of gestational travel around the Astrology wheel. In Italy, they count you a year old at birth!
This story could use some feedback from avid storytellers and faithful readers, so please indulge yourselves!
"But girls are nice!" When I took karate under Bill Wallace (look him up) he told the class that females are a lot meaner than males, and that one (or maybe all) of the martial arts (I think it was kung-fu) was greatly influenced by watching female animals protecting their young.
This is all interesting and informative but in my current retired life I am searching for meaning. Not sure what anything means. Not sure i ever knew??