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Moving Through Transitions

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The spirited seasonal Harvest is in, and the Moon is Full today.
Last Saturday, we were blessed by the annual Autumn Equinox . . .

When I think of movements like Me Too,
I think about the Tao bringing in feminine waters to
levy a patriarchical world order that has blinded our
planet with too much sunlight.

Movement through Nature’s portal reflects
balance between masculine and feminine energies

These energies are flowing through us, on the inner/outer realms
of our individual and collective consciousness.

Our friends in the Southern Hemisphere will see the light rising
until it peaks on their Summer Solstice in December.
It is their Vernal Equinox there.

Here in the Northern Hemisphere,
we embark on the voyage into waning light and darker nights,
till the Winter Solstice brings us the darkest day of the year.

And then we will coax back the light

At this time of year, I like to meditate on balance,
and spiritual alignment with the spirit of the season . . .

I envision a Nature’s greeting card that celebrates
the male and female of every soul living in harmony
with the totality of our humanity!

Whether you identify as LGBTQ, or otherwise . . .

It is a natural window of opportunity to fall in love with
the sensuality of Mother Earth, and all
Her forms of Diversity in Unity . . .

Black Lives Matter, just as all Life matters in Spirit!

Perhaps it is challenging for you to have empathy in your heart for
the truth that Agent Orange matters too.

Yeah, he has a hard time not being enveloped by his narcissism.

But that’s just how a con artist cons himself into
getting tangled up in the bluesy behavioral trap of his own facade!

That’s why you see him reacting defensively
to the systemic reflection of his own misogynist ways.

The clown shows us the circus.

Even if the manufactured creation of the haves and have-nots
is a glaringly obvious power imbalance . . .

We see that people are losing their minds because the better devil
they know is being exposed by the light of consciousness.

Don’t buy into the fear that says
you should choose the lesser of two evils!

The only way to relax hate is through the power of Love . . .

You can’t hide in the dark as easily as you once could.

Your position of power and privilege
does not guarantee that you are untouchable,
like a “made guy” in the organized criminal underground of the mafia.

Do you really want to live in the reptilian ghettos of the mind,
being obsessed with order and control,
and always looking over your shoulder,
wondering if you’re going to get whacked by the end days?

The truth is that pain is a sobering fact of life.

But resisting that truth is more painful than
surrendering to the freedom to choose
to build our resilience toward tolerance, acceptance,
and even embrace the bitters that spring up in our daily steps.

Till we tweet together again peeps,

Ari

Personal Power

Posted on by under Original Poetry, Uncategorized

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.