SCARAB V - Freye's Day

TGIF. Freye, the Goddess of fertility, love, creativity. She contains the charms of Artemis the Pure, Aphrodite the Beauty & Athena the Wise. But Freye stands apart. She is a northern girl. The one with the auburn hair & pale blue eyes who ravens & wolves befriend. She is the Divinity of Snow. The Lady in the Pine Forest after September rain. The redemption she offers is not of ripe fruits & perfumed flowers. It is the fruition of mirrored steel. She offers a fertility of the soul that locks in with the certainty of sacred geometry in a solved theorem. Friday. We honour many things in hidden ways. I honour Freye the woman of the fertility of the North where my ancestors come from.

SCARAB VI - SATURN'S DAY

Curious. We celebrate seven days with the names of four Viking gods.... Tiw, Woden, Thor  & Freye; the moon, the sun..... & Saturn! Saturn is the roman version of the ancient God Cronus who is older than time itself. Saturnine refers to the mood of melancholy... of sadness... the sadness I feel when I think of the turning of the great wheel of time & how insignificant I feel in the face of the great significance in which with joy I choose to manifest.  The planet Saturn travels around the sun every 29 years. Our life is governed by three orbits of this mysterious ringed orb at the far edge of the inner solar system. 29, 58, 87 the three ages of life. I am at the end of the second age... two orbits of the planet Saturn. Every winter at the time  of the solstice the Romans celebrated the return of the sun with a week of ecstatic dancing in honour of Saturn. They called it the Saturnalia. Saturday.... Saturn's day.

SCARAB VII - SUNDAY

The Egyptians venerated the image of the scarab. There is humour in the lowly dung beetle pushing the ball of dung filled with larvae across the dusty plains. Especially contrasted with the fact it represents the resurrection of the soul & honours the great disc of the sun. The days of the week have great names attached to them. The greatest name however is Sun-day. We have a day named in honour of the great stellar phenomenon that allows us life in the first place. A lowly purple beetle. The great orb of sun. Light & life pours around us. Doubt is trumped by the verifiable fact of the brilliance of the Source that is manifest every day of the week.

KIT KAT

As always it comes back to the real... to the here & now. Kit Kat ... a black cat with green gold eyes & the pinkest of tongues... prowls  the tall grass, eyes the ladybugs scuttling after aphids along the Cottonwood roots, sniffs the dew on the fender of the junkyard Half Ton, ears perked to the magpies scrawling up on the rooftops of the garden shed, delicately touches the tip of his tongue to the tuna fish flakes tumbled from a tin can in the toppled trash bin, lets the night breeze off the slough-pond whisk his whiskers. My greatest humility is to fully acknowledge that being Human is not enough. I join the circle of all sentient beings. My freedom is not just for my fellow Man. I  accept the sovereignty of each & every creature in this bounteous Universe. The black cat called Kit Kat narrows his gaze. He sees me. Blinks once... twice.        He knows.                      

DEATH METAL

My brilliant young friend Jordan Sasakamoose stands as the new man of the upcoming flowering of the human tribe. Cree Nation… Canadian.… Citizen of the World…. Intergalactic…. we are birthing a new type of human. Jordan has fingers of lightning. The electric guitar sings in the thunderstorm of his music. I now understand Death Metal. It is the deep rhythm of the explosion of stars…. the boiling of magma in the heart of the volcano… the lion roar of creation in the face of the void. In Jordan I meet one of my warrior brothers. We are warriors of the light. We are ready for what has to come. We are not afraid. We accept the challenge.

ULTRAVIOLET

Ravens can see in the ultraviolet spectrum. We see ravens as dark, black, inky, spooky birds. Ravens see themselves as indigo, glowing  violet & infinite blue. Even in the darkest night. Imagine flying with your mate through the no moon night. Not shadow against shadow but numinous against luminous. Great mystery abounds in the incandescent glowing of those soaring wings. Infinite Universes in the dark space between galaxies. I see with new eyes. What I think I know is limited. I am not who I think I am. In the cave of my solitude I see only shadows. In the night sky I see with the eyes of Raven. The New Light is depthless. Abide in Beauty. See with the spectral eyes of Raven!!!

RAVEN CAT

When I was a child I was frightened of the dark. On autumn nights as the moonless sky grew cold I sat by the fire & drew comfort from the dancing light. The black surrounding welled with fear & I drew closer to the glowing embers & wrapped myself in my poncho, glad of the circle of my fellow beings.  When I stood up from the circle of yellow & white & submerged myself in the darkness my first feeling was apprehension. At once, I knew in the dark I was the dark & that darkness offered a new freedom. A freedom from fear. Darkness is akin to stillness. The dark is the loamy top soil of a freshly turned  flowerbed. The dark is fertile with possibility. The magnetic field of the Universe awaiting the first heavenly body. It is from the dark that all creation emerges. Do not fear the dark. Embrace it.