Hmm, maybe it's more of a case of SS, different astrological age than folks are willing to realize. Personally, I see all the same crap, mostly personal psychological baggage, interfering with internal order and pretty much all human relationships. I notice that the same old fires are raging, both within and without, and even if there are dozens of visiting species in our subtle atmosphere, most of us carry on like we still haven't turned over the rock yet. Maybe the GEICO commercial, or YouTube reruns, will help.
Moral of the story:
Carpe Diem
You ain't gettin' an infinite number of these, for every human life is duly apportioned. I hear that even GODS ... rise and fall.
Ex nihilo, NIHIL FIT - God did not architect the VERBUM/ONE-WORlD System(s) [aka MultiVerse, Universe, Cosmos, etc.] out of delerium, or boredom (not a bad thought, however). Hence, the notion of
LILA, something an enlightened friend used to remind me of, although I think he was also suggesting that I loosen up and meet some chicks. Hey, God did that part too. It just gets complicated when us Flatlanders try and sift through the storybooks.
The 7th Ray is here today, but all in time will pass away. New energies bring new opportunities and new influences. We, however, are still a melding of animal soul, rational soul and something
a bit Beyond. The Spark still has its peregrinations, and all that has changed as far as THAT BRIGHT & Distant GOAL goes [near as I can tell] ... is that the `bar' has been raised a little bit.
Mount up, all ye weary and/or recently-thrown camel-jockeys. Sit yer arse right down on the camel, though, if you are hoping to sail across the moon, especially this time of year. I hear that you must get
both pincers, a pretty mean bite, AND a very nasty stab from above ...
IF you hope to join fair Orion in aiming for that Goal, bow fully drawn. It's a mountain-GOAT alright, that motions us forward with his head, as he scampers higher, ever higher, heading Heavenward. Best, if not fully prepared, to take the slower path and arrive safely, soundly, later learning to soar - as every Aquila must.
If only I knew jack doodly squat about this astrology stuff ...
I've got it! I'll wait for Spring, the season of Renewal, and find a sprouting plant. When the Flower blooms, I will inquire regarding the Secret. How did you do that, I will ask. What did you have to let go of? What did you have to affirm? Whose name did you call upon? What did you fear the most about the steps ahead? When all was said and done, who were you able to rely upon as your true friends?
Whatever that Flower says, I will take to Heart. I will get back to everyone. And of course, for those who know me, you realize I'm only being quasi-tongue-in-cheek. The Fiery streak within me ... is as Sirius about this as ever!
They followed WHAT again, rising in the EAST, to WHERE?
These MAGI, ASTROLOGERS, `WISE' men?
Good God, when we throw 95% of the story out the window, is it any surprise we are left with sugar-coated, feel-good
fluff?
And when this remaining LIGHT is so bloated, bogged-down and encrusted with materialism and advertising jingles,
is it any wonder the true BELLS of Christmas are scarcely heard anymore to
peal?
You
feel the Holiday Spirit, you say, but do you SEE it? Can we BE it?
I am told this stuff is all connected somehow, and that we really are kind of
strange creatures, so very paradoxical, laughable and clumsy (in an innocent sort of way) ... when viewed from afar. But also somewhat sad, and disheartening to behold, for obvious reasons. Must we really languish this way? Must we make the whole world WAIT? Perhaps it won't take 5 or 600 years. Perhaps some of the progress from the first Decan can be achieved ahead of schedule. Why ask why? I have my
own advice to consider, here.
The tour bus must come to a screeching halt, if even one hapless and optimistic passenger remains out-of-doors, wandering in the bitter cold, yet standing directly in the path of progress. And most are ready, waiting and WILLING to at least be picked up, increasingly committal once we apprehend what it is we're here for, if a bit less so as we see what it is we must do to reach the Goal. If imitation is the highest form of flattery, then I would consider anew Chesterton's words, letting them Inspire, rather than discourage:
"Christianity has not been tried and found wanting; it has been found difficult and not tried." ~G.K. Chesterton
Blessings of the Season,
AndrewX/Taijasi-`John-Everyman'