This week I will be sharing Chapter 1 of my eBook with you. It was first published about four years ago and it is only available as an electronic book.
About Me:
(Astro Fact #1 = Mars in Virgo in the fourth house. My power center is home, where I critique every detail of my home, rearranges furniture into the wee hours and picks the pills from sweaters with tiny scissors while obsessively watching shows about watercolor painting or war, not in that order!)
(Astro Fact #2 = Ruling Planet Mercury in the 12th house. Where the boss of my Soul is a smarty-pants amoral trickster, busily touching the sea floor, mimicking every texture of increasingly smaller sleeping gods, in a vain effort to understand each molecule, so that it will be translated into language, only to discover that the heart needs no translation.I have been inspired by the Taoist principles of Yin & Yang for fifty years, ever since my intro into Macroneurotic — oops — Macrobiotic cooking in 1970.)
Inspiration and obsession have their perks, and this one is my unstoppable right-brain pattern recognition. My neurodivergent gift is seeing the forests then spending lifetimes introducing myself to each tree.
I came to understand that One God isn’t enough for our feeble humun minds, and that The One God gets too high and mighty and should go home for dinner, where his mom has prepared a nice meal for the entire family, not just for him. That understanding shows up in politics, religion and society.
My conclusion:
We are not alone. We are many in one. One in many.
We are not Either/Or. We are Yes/And.
We are not Right/Wrong. We are Maybe/Maybe Not.
We often drive with the brakes on.
We have been misled to believe the One God dictates morality for us, but that is not true. Morality is a temporal choice. It lives in the Now. We choose. As a society, we decide our values, our needs and our path forward.
We need religious practices to ground us, not Science-ism to dictate to us. We need acceptance of the whole Soul, not just the thinker/talker/trickster part but the innovator who offers novelty to our tired existence while praising the bounty of being.
Chapter 1 — Traveling & Spinning
Journey of The Living Spirits
The Lightning Bolt is Numbered from one to ten.
#1 • Pluto/Keter —
#1 At the Top. Was it a Big Bang? We don’t know, but it all began like this … we were Sprites who popped into being at the … flick of a Bic! A flash and we were open, open, open, bright, zap, zzzttt! Then gone. Buzt ! Over and Out… !!! Life was quick in those days. Zippity Zap! Exciting and new. Perpetually.
Water boiled in a fiery cauldron. Steam escaped into the Nethers; Intense. into … No Where? There was only no-where, so we made a game of truth or dare, we flashed in, deep dived, counting no things, see all things, out through the vortex, into another tunnel. Total dark then sparks pierced the canopy. What canopy? We fell through the eye of the tornado - To Oz, just for fun.
Did we smash together? Or did we burst apart? Fusion. Fission. Steam.
We spun. Mother Prism bending Father Lite. Eternal motion mated to eternal rest. A ballerina spotting turns as she danced twenty-one pirouettes, never dizzy, clear headed, keen focus; counting; turning. Turn, look, turn, look, turn, look … it was … Begending
#2 • Uranus/Chokmah —
From whence phosphorescent data packets flew from All wheres and Every ways. Gleefully we pierced darkness with shafts and beams and data streams. Eureka! He shouted loudly… “I’ve got it! This is IT!! No really, this … this one … okay, this one is IT…. Here it is! Come over here! I’ve got it. Look here!!!! Not that, this. This is the The One! … Wisdom
#3 • Neptune/Binah —
Where magnetic pheromones attracted data like flies to cotton candy. It was a cloud of feelio, and we rode the undertow like surfer stardust sprites, engulfed in a salty caramel sea. “Whoa! What was that?” we all exclaimed together. The Chorus chanted, everybody sang silver bell songs in resonant sticky fog.
The Black Core, The White Lite and the Tiny Flash Of Color melted together, in amazement of Each part, of it’s intricate, implicit formlessness. It was all accepted … Understanding
#4 • Jupiter/Chesed —
From the mountaintop we procreated new beings from raindrops splashed into canyons. We mounted the beast that gallops, searching far and wide for meaning and purpose in the world of other minds. We sat around campfires into the night as stars travelled across the ecliptic. We gained educated experiences of philosophy from telling stories of travel, of adventure, of seeking to know targets, of … Mercy
#5 • Saturn/Gevurah —
Form met definition here in this place, stopping us cold. A castle wall with tiny windows. Not much sunlight in the tower. Over time we spun gold in the dark. Diamonds and sinew. Emergent tendons connected long boned skeletons; armatures designed to prepare the frame for future skin. We built the solid state. We learned that to hold on too tight created a physical thing called feeling. We named pain.
We could not flash in and out any more. We forgot to flash, having forgotten about flashing, entirely we gained a thing we called … Endurance
#6 • Sun/Tiferet —
We unconditionally accepted our plight in laughter and love, we spun. The Grand Central Station of Love. Eden. Garden of delight. As the center folded into itself it took on a shape. Valentines. Hearts. The heart became an engine, a brain, a lover. Brightness from the inside shone toward all places to show us a miracle we called … Beauty
#7 • Mercury/Netzach —
We looked outward and saw our hands and feet! We moved across the surface of Earth with wings of thought. Mind. What a clever trick. We brought funny stories that were right or wrong. Who knew? If you did know, how did you know? Who told you that? We asked, then giggled and hid around the corner of the Dog Star so you would jump with surprise when we jumped in front of you when you least expected it. We vibed the Spring Maiden, sent ideas that struck her taught skin, the drum head of the world. WE blew gentle breaths and then some gale winds to wake her; to move that skin into soundings that called sailors to shore … Victory
#8 • Venus/Hod —
A lovely maiden sings songs of motion and flowers that bloom. Nature. The physical world is the feminine aspect of God. We touch. We taste. We vibrate. The body enlivens with aromas that recall poems of Splendor …
#9 • Mars/Yesod —
Experiencing Oneness. Vigorous togetherness! The Two fibers gather and twist into one cord. Some called the new experience, “hand in glove,” but we called it Sex! The more we merged the more our wanting expanded. This repetitive desire created a condition called More. We stood together as one Foundation …
#10 • Moon/Malchut —
A rainbow shines across wet, green trees. There was no going back right away. We gave our new place names like, “Eden/Gaia/Mother/Earth.” The popularity of More and Being brings a cascade of living previously unknown to us. It is an exciting ride through lush forests and skimming waters on jet skis.
But what of those who flash out suddenly? We call it death and we don’t like it. But life and death live together in Eden, Shekinah’s domain. The king’s home is not where he rules, it is where he lives in the Queen’s House called … Kingdom
The day we awoke to our who-ness was the day we grew Consciousness. What shall we do with it, our three dimensional awareness/consciousness? Big words. Open the One Eye.
Like the Beatle’s song called “Helter Skelter,” we are children on the playground slide. We climb to the top and slide down so we can climb to the top and do it again. This is the Game.
The Grammar Tree
The feminine left is the raw material that everything is made from. As if infinity were a substance that we drink and eat. The stuff that bubbles and hardens into structures and skeletons. The limits of all universes. The skin of your body. The in breath.
The masculine right is the raw data that tells every leaf to bud, grow, reproduce then die. The data that moves and sends itself to everywhere always moving, demonstrating motion and fire, concept and word. The out breath.
The Zhen center is where we live, breathing in and out. Sharing ideas while wearing skins that breathe feminine water and masculine air into cells that are tiny universal containers separated by light years. Zhen is Chinese for the in-between. It means precious and rare, real and genuine. We are genuinely precious and rare.
We are space aliens.
Everything Spins
Truth is found neither in the thesis nor the antithesis,
but in an emergent synthesis,
which reconciles the two. -GWF Hegel
The Tree of Life Spins clockwise and counter clockwise
The One God (TOG) Problem
Belief in god is lack of faith. -Krishnamurti
The problem: 84% of world population believes in The One God. That is a huge problem, because 6 Billion believers, each believing that only one thing created everything is a terrible idea. How can they relate to the big picture? That is too many singleton minds, each one striving and competing to win a competition against everyone else.
When there can be only one, even your lover, your child, your friend; is an enemy.
Look at the diagram above and visualize it spinning. The top half spins clockwise and the bottom half spins counter clockwise. That is exactly how hurricanes and tornadoes work and both of those phenomena always have a still central vortex. The Eye is where we live.
The inherent Truths of the Universe are Thesis and Antithesis, or the Divinities better known as Motion and Rest.
The Bibble calls it Kingdom; I call it the Queendom, because the physical world is the feminine aspect of God. The physical world is God’s house. If it weren’t for Her, He would not be known.
Motion is the Masculine God electric voyager, while Rest is the Feminine Ess – magnetic space goo. We define the feminine as minus because she is the negative polarity. How did minus get a bad reputation? From being Not God. Not The Light. Not the Father in Heaven.
Every bad thing is feminine when the only good thing is The One God.
We love the positive end of the stick. The Masculine positive polarity is a formless force without features. Yet we feel justified in saying that everything is made from his imageless image, and using his ephemeral nothingness as a measure for the physical.
Thesis is the Positive end of a bar magnet. Antithesis is the Negative end. They never meet and yet they exist together. Cut a magnet in half and you get two new magnets, each with negative and positive poles. We are the resulting central force, the middle of the magnet balance.
We are in a peaceful place here, in the eye of the hurricane.
While Divine forces swirl around us, here in the Queendom we spin on an axis, calm. We think we know what black and white are but we could not handle black and white if we saw them for real. I saw God once. I was terrified.
She doesn’t move, but she doesn’t have to because she is here and now, there and everywhere. Truth moves and then it rests; and then it moves again. When it moves it is yang, and when it rests it is yin. It resides as a wave until one gaze transforms the Feminine wave into the Masculine particle. Quantum physics.
Look at the wave from the side and it looks like a snake. Look at it from the top and it becomes a dot with arms. All the fancy science of history brings us back to the basic fact of life.
In the Beginning a black magnet, draws white to her. White crashes into her causing a wave, then motion happens. A drop of white splashes into the black and then a drop of black plops onto white and there is the Taijitu, the Tao circle. As the centers spin around each other they also spin around their own center cores. As they spin, they accelerate and soon black and white are streaks of black and white spinning together. The faster they spin, the less differentiated they become until together, they turn to gray. Our world and our selves live at the bottom of the cross, in the gray. Funny thing though, when light hits damp air, the rainbows shine. We live in a gray sky with rainbows.
Here in the Universe, Everything spins. Here, on the cutting edge of creation the land of gray skies and rainbows, between light and dark it looks still, but that is because we are in the eye of a hurricane called chaos, endless possibility. We can save the world if we understand her emptiness – only a sacred cup can withstand the force of a sacred essence.
Liberate The One God’s womun! Actually she hasn’t gone anywhere and He has his way with her every second of every moment. We have rudely rubbed grapefruit in her face. But I’ve got news: Creation is the Hermaphrodite. The Amorphous-Light-God and Black-Everything-Ess, are partners in a game of catch and creation is the ball.
Here in the eye of the storm Truth flies and swims. What a thrill to think a thought only to learn that a famous genius thought that same thought 100 years ago and you hadn’t read that book yet. You just picked it out of the freaking air.
There are no secrets, because truth is written all over our faces and in the air we breathe.
Those genius events are called Zeitgeist in German because English doesn’t have cool words so we borrow! This magical 100th Monkey Syndrome is happening all the time. You can make a long list of these clichés, and disparage clichés, but in the end, Truth has a mind of its own, and when encountered, you know you have received its force – you caught a fastball!
What a thrill to realize that you are part of a rich fabric, woven from past realities and future hopes, and that you actually caught a ball moving at ninety miles per hour! Ideas are addictive and thrilling.
You are the thread, dyed to perfection, placed in the perfect spot of an immense or tiny tapestry called The Now. Right and wrong, blame and punishment are for the greater forces. The Now is where the Gods learn. The Now spins, flies, ebbs and flows.
We children have a job here in the Now. It is a simple task. Flexibility is required. We are caretakers of the Now. The Ess can’t move. The God can’t stop. They come together in us where we teach Ess about travel and God about the brakes. Creation is the compromise between two opposites.
When they touch, the Wheel turns and we dance!
God is not looking down on us. S/he are looking through us. The Gods see each other through us. We know them through our fingers and eyes, through aromas and pain and ecstasy. Experience is our gift to them. We are at the whims of physics. We are created by two beings in the throes of endless passion.
If there is a God, then there is an Ess. How do I know this? Did I spring from Pete Peterson’s forehead with no Janet Bray in sight? Did anyone? Is there such thing as a motherless child? Even Jesus had a mom, no matter how carefully the misogynist Bibble scribes tried to cover up the fact that the spark inseminated her.
Everything we do is a copy of all that has gone before, including our Makers. It’s all connected. We didn’t make that up, but our task it to understand it.
Nothing is separate.
You need not ask, because you already know. Because of the gift of the Now, we have the ability to see what God and Ess cannot. How could they? He is a streak of light moving endlessly through space. She is the slimy black Stuff on the bottom of the shoe of the Universe. They make rainbows through our eyes.
Bird’s Eye View Prism Tree
Two-dimensional representation of a three dimensional activityCenter Pillar, we circulate. The center is a place of peaceful spinning, like whirling Dervishes, we spin. In my begending, I thought that black and white made gray, but no! They make rainbows. I can’t explain it, but I can see it. Dude, it’s the crystal.
That’s about the size, where you put your eyes,
that’s about the size of it! –Kindergarten
Unhealthy Worship
Without a beloved Ess, how are wimmin supposed to love each other, much less, themselves? If our only divinity is a masculine god, then our only point of goodness (godness) must be masculine. Now the girls are kicking ass in the movies, acting like men, fighting like men, being tough like men. Nonsense! Men are stronger and will beat wimmin in contests of physical strength every time. Even a skinny old man can beat up a buff womun.
We keep trying to bend reality toward masculine qualities. Until we get right with Ess, we won’t understand the totality of who we are. Until we start using feminine pronouns more often and more generously, we will continue to think in the masculine, worship the masculine.
The only choice for wimmin to actualize has been for us to act like men. It has been this way for several thousand years, since agriculture, which was supposedly invented by wimmin, so Mea Culpa right back at me!
In patriarchy everyone competes. Men compete for the love of a womun and wimmin compete for the protection of a man. If your path to survival is getting the richest man, then you had better be the one he chooses, because if he doesn’t choose you, life will be ugly and dirty.
Hating our mothers is residual fallout from competing with other wimmin for our very lives. And men compete to the point of weariness too. It’s exhausting. Our mothers knew that the best they could do for their daughters was to train us to get good husbands, because God knew, we weren’t going to get anywhere else in the man’s world. My mother told me to, “Marry a Jew!” She told me this often, because she thought I would be supported financially. No kidding.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, so the absent God is more appealing than the familiar physical Ess, Nature. Wimmin are more likely to be murdered by a familiar man than a stranger. Why so mean to the femmes? Familiarity breeds contempt.
Could it be that our One Male God culture loves the invisible Father too much and our visible demoted Mother Nature Ess too little?
This gay religion is not okay for everyone. And don’t accuse me of homophobia. Nonsense! Everyone knows that a world full of dudes is a shit world. Dudes will tell you that. China murdered so many baby girls that now they have too many dudes so they go elsewhere to kidnap young ladies. And what about those wifeless young dudes masturbating in their mom’s basements? Gay or straight, dudes need chicks of all generations and sizes, wives, moms, grannies and daughters. We need each other.
The religious books say they have Mother Mary, God’s mom, but she is a second-class citizen, unholy, just a humun incubator that had to be given holy status to complete the mundane task of CREATING A PERSON.
At best she’s a humun vessel, a stay-at-home yogurt warmer, not worthy of first tier worship; secondary at best. In two years of visiting the Baptists every Sunday, I must have heard her name twice, and that is no exaggeration. I loved those nice people. They were generous and sincere, as are most of the religious and faithful. They don’t see the pitfalls. That is my job.
We don’t just ignore The Feminine Reality. We hate Her. She is the evil bitch that keeps us from Daddy. Was that archetypal or was that just me? TMI!
Wimmin learn that she’s the bitch who will get the man I want. We are trained to believe she is interminably illogical, and that her sentimentalism is a weak emotion.
The Left Pillar of Eternal Feminine Energy is the restrictive severe one. The feminine pillar is dark and cold. The femme is powerful, which is exactly the reason why the dudes have tried to steal her thunder, copy her inventions and keep her in a box.
It’s not the best job for a man. The man’s job in this scenario is to show up with some warm sunshine, a joke and a big hug. Enter the swinging dick!
As Neptune, at the top of her pillar, she is deceptive, dissolving or vague.
As Saturn, she is restrictive, judgmental and demanding. She is the withholder, stingy; a wall. She works the brakes of creation.
As Venus, she has you by the pheromones; forget your free will. She will use you up as she gives you great pleasure.
The Right Pillar of Eternal Masculine Energy is the active passionate one.
As Uranus, at the top of his pillar, he is the wacky inventor of life.
As Zeus, he is the happy go lucky adventurous storyteller.
As Mercury, he is the hilarious trickster who steals your cows and delivers messages. The dude energy in all of us is where light shines into hearts and minds. All versions of humuns contain dude energy. Dude energy is not just for men, wimmin have some too. We gotta get off of this Newtonian duality wagon and hitch a ride on the unity wagon. We are made to have each other’s backs. To be the Beast with Two Backs!
Hating Our Mothers. My mother was mentally ill. I thought I hated her until I learned forgiveness at age forty. Astrology taught me that she couldn’t help herself; how lost and unrecognized she must have felt.
She was from a Shamanic lineage in a culture that did not even know that word, much less its function. Her mother, who did not want her and said so out loud to all who were near, abandoned her. Can you imagine that?
“I did not want you. I allowed you because your father wanted a child.” I forgave my mother’s ills toward me eighteen years after her death. It wouldn’t have mattered to her when she was alive because she didn’t know reality for her final ten years, but it would have mattered to me. Love and forgiveness always matter, any time. I am glad that I got there.
What was your reason to hate or dislike your mother? Was she simply mean to you or an incompetent role model? Or was her situation more complicated than that? Did she grow up with ideas of her own inadequacies so deeply embedded into her cells that her anger shot from her pores like tiny poisonous spears attacking the cracks in your heart?
Nature is the GodESS incarnate. So we pillage the Natural world because we have learned that she does not exist. The world is a shell. A dead resource. Inert. So say the Modernians. The Science-ists. The Tech bros. The Capitalists. One Head. One God.
Ess is hated around the world in many ways. Why do so many African mothers cut off the clitorises of their little girls? These wimmin cannot orgasm. Why do they do that? I have heard that some young mothers hide their daughters so the grandmothers can’t kidnap them away from their mothers to butcher them. It’s a nightmare of misogyny. The mothers were trying to protect their girls from this fate, but traditional grannies insisted upon their ounce of flesh.
Tradition is an old Zombie habit that won’t die. Some traditions are valuable, like the potshards arranged in a basket that I use as a doorstop. Useful.
Many mother-hating mystics from around the world will tell you to shed that nasty physical body and find your light body. They call the body burdensome and heavy. They wear it like a hair shirt; an unwanted illusion. They want you to learn to play among the stars but not among the green trees and lakes. They want you to sit for hours holding your body still. They say the body is a filthy animal that has no soul and that animals are less-than humun because they don’t live in square houses. These are terrible ideas, destructive and mean-spirited evil spells cast with the mouths that are meant for blessings.
If you knew how life works, every moment would be in glorious celebration because the Physical world is the Ess’s Body. Mother is everything you see, hear, taste, touch and feel. She is the sweet and sour of life itself and she contains your precious lord and savior, as do you.
You need no stinkin’ wafers. You are the freaking wafer. He is already inside you and your cat. The known is powerful, beautiful and every bit as Holy as the unknown and they are not separate. Can you feel the life coursing through your veins? Veins are the feminine containers that allow your hot, masculine god-blood to flow.
Many traditional Christian sects await Armageddon with open arms, because they see the end of the world story as the ultimate goal of their religion, but I see it as hatred for the Feminine. What these door-to-door hate-mongers don’t realize is that our life is the only game in town.
You cannot hang out with the Light Dude. He is not your friend. He is electric fire speeding through the Universe; tearing and cauterizing as he callously gallivants through the fabric of time. The Light Dude that began you is not the same Light Dude that cruised past here moments ago. Each data packet is new. He Delights in Novelty. He travels at light speed and never slows, never hesitates. God will never sit down with you. He is incapable of sitting down.
Praise the Ess, because she has captured Him in her body so we can know Him.
Daddy was a rolling stone. Ancients understood that reality. That is why we see only the Ess and her Son in ancient statues. The big hush-hush is that her son IS her husband. Patriarchs could not live with that incest, so when the Council of Nicea convened, they put a stop to that, by separating her out of the Circle of Supernals, demoting her to a powerless, innocent humun victim of God-rape, and then they created the Gay Trinity.
There is no getting around the incestuousness of creation. The mother is the daughter and her own mother because she clones herself endlessly. She shows up in different forms but in reality they are all versions of herself. When masculine energy penetrates Ess egg, it is always a fresh guy penetrating his mom or sister or granny. It cannot be otherwise. So the men keep making up religions that get around the truth because the truth gives them the creeps and they don’t want to accept it. But it’s all just energy, people!
We are the living breathing Two into One. An old Jewish prayer says, “Thank you God for not making me a womun.” Oddly enough that was not a misogynist prayer. It is homage to the extent of womun’s work. The man is recognizing the burden of femininity. Contrary to Modernian feminists, wimmin’s work is to bleed, to nourish and to clean. Yes, mommy animals lick their babies’ butts to keep them safe from predators that would smell their tiny poo. Mommies are simply practical. Your Mother Earth disposes of your waste. Mother cleans us, washes us, and feeds us, but we demand too much and soon She will abandon us, like a litter of unwanted kittens. Eventually, Nature always takes her course.
I was reminded of the Mosuo video showing their daily lives. Some of the men said how the wimmin worked more than they did. They smiled in sympathy. It was very sweet. The wimmin who heard this smiled and agreed. They were all aware and okay with the situation. No guilt, no shame, no pointy fingers.
Yin is the salt of the earth. Yang makes the hairs on our necks tingle.
Creation is Twisty
At some point Ancient Wisdom and Cutting Edge Science come together, like the Mobius, or the X, or the Crisscross. See where the two arms cross? We exist at the crossroads. The 8, the Ankh and the X are made with a twist. You can see it in the diagram above. That is how the left-brain controls the right side of the body, and the right brain does the left side.
We are twisted together by gender and species. Indigenous people from everywhere shared the notion of Creation’s rights. They shared the notion that animals were their relatives and their homes were as important to them as ours were to us. The animals, plants and Earth Herself all have as much Right as we do. Early Peoples lived in harmony in Ess’s domain. I venture to say that our hubris comes from linear and competitive thinking that comes from logos.
Let me be clear; we all do masculine thinking, wimmin and men. We conceptualize and speak and write. That is what makes us humun. I am a masculine womun by virtue of my intellectual pursuits. Many men are feminine by virtue of their physical bodies. A male body is a vessel for blood and guts and god, just like a womun’s body.
DNA Twists and Jives while reproducing.
Abigail Adams wrote on March 31, 1776:
The future First Lady wrote in part, “I long to hear that you have declared an independency. And, by the way, in the new code of laws which I suppose it will be necessary for you to make, I desire you would remember the ladies and be more generous and favorable to them than your ancestors. Do not put such unlimited power into the hands of the husbands. Remember, all men would be tyrants if they could. If particular care and attention is not paid to the ladies, we are determined to foment a rebellion, and will not hold ourselves bound by any laws in which we have no voice or representation.”
If I changed a word in that dark line, could you take it less personally? The yang is mentally strong. With full power and nothing to slow it down, tyranny results. The Greeks used the word to describe someone who did not deserve what they had taken.
A tyrant was someone who did not belong where they were. Try to look above and around the words to see behind the words, to carry the meaning beyond your humun form into the realm of pure energies.
In Modernia, the agreeable gene (aspect, chemical, hormone, whatever), that intrinsic part of the feminine energy is called weak, needy, clingy, shrill, demanding or promiscuous. Our Modernian task is to understand who and what we are, what Creation is. There is no magical away place to go. Mars is not an option. Accept that we are as Gods and lets get better at it.
Whirling Dervishes
This is enough for today! We are now up to page 20 of the book.
Stay tuned for Chapter 3 of “God Gets Laid”
~Truth Moves: Let The River Run~
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