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A New Moon arrives tomorrow
Reflecting new opportunities and beginnings

Bat’s energetic footprint is symbolic of metamorphosis and change
Colorful Autumn leaves are fading, falling and dying

A metaphorical death of the old self
Hangs on by a thread like the ways of a dying old world

Bat and New Moon hint at the rebirthing process
cross-pollinating the fruits of an Aquarian Age

Meditation on Rome, reveals Trump is like megalomania emperors of an old age
But the Eternal City wasn’t built in a day

Like overthrown dictators of past lives, his time is going to come

Out on the streets, civil disobedience inspires a rising tide
of waves of change that will inundate even the Buddha and Christ
from deeper and higher dimensions

Time to surrender to the will of the Universe
and let go of the pyramid and elitist rule by the few

Moving further into our mysterious feminine sides
awakens the power of water

Flow with the gentle, gradual and softness of yin’s momentum
Tis the season to turn our clocks back yinward

Use the energies of the New Moon and Bat
to release your old self that no longer serves you
and see yourself transforming into who you want to become

Till we meet again along the trails,

Ari

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Bat symbolizes a metaphorical death of the old self . . .
What black roots want to take root during Winter’s coming dirge?

Planet Earth and all of Her inhabitants are going through underground
transformation – as things heat up, c’est possible to make amigos with that?

A Full Hunter’s Moon gathers a thrill of the hunt perspective
Time to adjust spiritual preparatory flight zones to weather stormy wintry mixes

Other people’s opinions are not your business
Folks will have their own perspective, so don’t make enemies or fall prey to hatred

Will the Empire’s rule by secrecy approach paradoxically expose His new clothes?

Do we want to go to World War Three with each other over our cultural differences?
How low can we go in our vibrations, not without paradoxical paranoid escalation?

Might as well let go of what dies now . . .
Because It will be reborn in Spring again

Yeah, free spirits may be born to run . . .
But we can also benefit from standing still

Today’s falling leaves sometimes color a dark attitudes about waning light . . .
Consider lifting your spirits to take flight into internal shadowy caves ahead

A personal mutable metamorphosis awakens into our collective consciousness . . .
Deeper activation of acceptance beneath skin deep superficiality is personal power!

What can you adjust inside yourself to compost stale recycled repetitive tapes
that echo a big Skunk like stink about your Being?

Meditation on personal boundaries reveals a gentle and soft approach to
standing in your own personal authority by speaking your truth respectfully

See you further up the trails,

Ari

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Gazing through a lens of a shamanic death of old self
We look forward to a rebirth with fresh new perceptual eyes

Are you using your talents to the fullest?

Facing our fears – even in our darkest hours
Beneath the deep lies a beacon of light illuminating the shadows of our souls

Are you working your orientation in the positive?

Remember hanging upside down on playground equipment of yesteryear?
A return to childhood innocence
and hidden caverns of unexplored Self are born unto us

Letting go of old habitual patterns of thoughts, feelings and behavior
Is a funeral procession that leads to a surprise birthday parade of novelty

Are you letting your dreams pass you by?

We are responsible for the business of envisioning seven generations ahead because we are the ones we are waiting for

Remember when smallpox was intentionally distributed to our
Native American brothers and sisters?
Oh rats, what about the European black plague?
And today we are hearing about a bloody red scare named Ebola

But facing our fears head on is less scary in long run than
identification with “better the devil you know” programming

Be mindful to give peace a chance amidst fascist undertones
among friends that are typically liberal-minded otherwise
Religion is as religion does

May we remember that at their core,
religions are inspired by Divine expression
Flowering snowball effect rippling through our mass consciousness

Changing leaves are eclipsing us in the Autumn air
Old bedtime stories are falling back
Birthing into novel ways of co-authoring our world

Right now, even a soliloquy is becoming a grand performance
Embodying our dreams and visions opens portals to Universal awakenings

Hearing echos of good vibrations amplifies ring tones of optimistic thoughts

Taking a deep breath of cosmic vastness illuminates

empathic heartfelt connections with our expanding and retracting Nature

Leaving behind a playfully light-hearted
and healthy sense of detachment in our wake

Breathe in fresh air to levy floods of stress and tension

See you further on up the trails,

Ari

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Personal power versus force (sensitivity) . . .
Dreams and desires manifesting . . .
Picture a bright golden sun in your solar plexus cuz it helps shed light on the darkness on the edge of town . . .

Doc Oz’s wizardry reveals we are what we eat in a Fast Food Nation . . .

Mercury in retrograde revisits past relationship dramas and sometimes Twilight Zoned out realities . . . But remember Spider’s medicine to walk the center of the circle without getting too tangled up in the web . . .

There is narcissism in becoming too self-absorbed in our emotions . . .
Green Heart-centered empathy helps us place others in the center and walk along their strands for a spell . . .

Making friends with our pain dissolves our suffering . . . On the cushion, we feel a new wave of energy come in rather than exiting with anger and denial . . .

Are you going to be a rock or water in this eternal moment? Remember to breathe and allow the waters of your soul smooth out the edgy areas.

An Andean shaman’s pipe dream high on the mountain . . . A few moments later a trigger happy ghost revisits my consciousness . . . it’s not raining out but I’m sleeping in a puddle . . . This collective old world nightmare is the death of us (the lunatic and Emperor’s New Clothes are in my head) . . .

An elderly woman behind the rearview mirror of privilege foolishly asserts to a younger filly a “conceal rather than reveal” mantra while oblivious to swinging the door wide open to the protective fortress (what lies beneath your unexamined self?) . . .

Past memories and future projections kill the living moment . . . Entanglements within the web of form blocks intimate pathways of internal communication systems that venture out along leaves of trees and fiber optic highways . . .

Re-working success by giving back Karmic baggage that is dumped on us from previous generations is the Phoenix Rising out of the ashes . . .

Being like water helps us navigate the rocks more gracefully . . .

I dig on seeing the birds flying into the portals of energetic imprints of fallen leaves . . . My ears to the ground with the aid of Bat echolocation . . . Did that angry red squirrel let go of a past turkey’s thievery?

Was Wonder Woman’s invisible jet a metaphor for the possibility of inner space Merkaba travels through cleansed doors of perception?

Being positive and choosing to focus on the silver lining enhances the soul self and everything else in a sweetly satisfying soulful harmonic convergence . . .
Like a Divine John Lennon watching the wheels of his Chakras going round and round cuz life is what happens when we are busy making other plans . . .

Waning light soon outta sight as darkness fades into night . . . Thinning veils awaken spirited conversations and close encounters that liven up dead zones of dark matter and illuminate the shadows coming out into the light during this Samhain.

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