Loading ...Its just my mind, interpreting headlines again before my eyes finish reading them. So “Fight hate. Be counted!” Became “Fight. Hate. Be counted.” Finally an interesting political adjuration. Then there was “Real SexEd saves lives”, which my lighting fast (but not razor-sharp) mind interpreted as “Real Sex Slaves!”. I thought it was porn-spam.
Once again, its time for our favorite astro… well, I hesitate to call him an astrologer. Lets just say ‘horoscope writer’. Me first!
For millions of years, the great rivers of the world have flowed into seas — or at least they have up until now. Because of their overuse by humans, several ancient rivers are in danger of drying up before they reach their destinations. Among them are China’s Yellow River, the Tigris and Euphrates in the Middle East, and America’s Rio Grande. I offer this as a cautionary metaphor to consider as you contemplate your long-term future. There are things you can do in the next six weeks to ensure that the river of your life will always connect to a greater source. I suggest you make that a high priority.
Okay, so, ‘there are things I can do’, but he doesn’t say WHAT! Thanks for that, Rob.
And Bas, chimp or champ?
In their translation of a poem by Israeli poet Yehuda Amichai, Chana Bloch and Stephen Mitchell write, “I’m the chimp of chance, the champ of chance, I’m a chum of chance and a chump of chance.” Judging from your astrological omens, Libra, I suspect it’ll soon make sense for you to speak those words yourself. Dumb luck and blind fate will be swirling around you, whipping up both unexpected pleasures and knotty challenges. What can you do to be more of a champ and a chum of chance, and not so much of a chimp and a chump of chance? Welcome *everything* that happens, with no exceptions. Love the easy and the difficult, the playful and the contrived, the lucid and the confusing.
Chum or chump? I got no clue.
Mojo will be playing with his stubble this week (sounds kinky):
Imagine what it feels like to rub your hand over the stubble that’s just beginning to spring from the skin you shaved. Visualize a single small purple flower jutting through the dry brown stalks lining the trail you’re hiking along. Remember a moment, after an argument with an ally, when the first tentative spark of reconciliation flowed between your eyes and his or hers. These are good metaphors for the kinds of experiences you should seek out, cultivate, and concentrate on in the coming week.
Methinks Rob is on drugs, and not even particularly good ones.
R the P is instructed to view a royal birth.
In 18th-century France, the public was sometimes invited to watch when the women of the king’s family gave birth. Can you imagine the modern-day equivalent? As the actresses and pop stars of Hollywood brought their babies into the world, TV news teams would be there on the scene, their cameras rolling. It’s probably not going to happen anytime soon (though be on the alert if you hear Paris Hilton is pregnant). But I suggest you seek out the nearest metaphorical equivalent in the coming week. You’ll really benefit from being in the presence of a primal, ecstatic, royal hatching.
I’m thinking Rob hasn’t seen too many births, if he thinks they’re primal and ecstatic. Anyway, good luck with that, R the P. Try not to get arrested.
And Shelley goes gnostic this week:
In the ancient Gnostic Gospel of Philip, discovered in Egypt last century, the author writes of the relationship between Jesus and Mary Magdalene. In one place, he says, “Jesus often kissed Mary on the . . . .” Unfortunately, there’s a hole in the original document right where that next word was. Did Jesus kiss her on the cheek? The mouth? The neck? Unless other versions of the old text are found, we’ll never know. On the other hand, I predict that you will soon solve a comparable mystery in your own love life. Some gap that has long mystified you will be filled in. A missing clue will turn up.
Oh that wacky ________-kissing messiah.
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I know that Riki Lake filmed the underwater birth of her latest child. I don’t know that I want to watch Riki Lake give birth. I also don’t know if she is a modern day star.
Also, as much trouble as Mojo has with his beard and shaving, I don’t think he will want to run his hands over his stubble and imagine forests and hiking and whatnot.
Oh! And we’ve been looking into going to the Pine Barrens (or the more politically correct, but never used Pinelands) on your visit here. Unfortunately, in summer, they say the Barrens are a misery — hot, humid, biting flies, ticks, and chinches. But in the fall, they are supposed to be quite lovely.
Che, been having fun — well, not so much fun as contemplativeness — over on Noumenal. Reiterating how much I love the look of it, and enjoying coming out on my spiritual experiences!
Also have to admit I read the second headline as “Real SexEd Slaves lives.” and thought “the lives of people who are slaves to SexEd?”
I have absolutely no desire to watch ANYONE squeeze a whole human through their vaginal canal. Not Riki Lake, not Queen Beatrix, not anyone.
I don’t much care what the pine barrens are like in any season. I just want to see the Jersey Devil. Really, I do.
Oh and you guys too.
I’m glad you’re enjoying the dark and diabolical goodness of Noumenal. It isn’t quite how I want it yet, but its gettin’ there.
Noumenal is brilliant! And is it me.. The SP page is load about 100 times faster then before!
Rob… Rob’s pen is waning.. Yeah.. You probably read that “Rob’s penis wanking”.
I even tried to read fast over Rob’s contributions for the week, but..
A chimp is a munk, chipping chunk in a skunk.. djibidjibidjibi..
Cry me a river. Ah no.. That’s your task Che.
And live TV births give me an uncontrolable feeling of remoteness… Thank ___-kissing jeebus for remote control!
That.. was.. not.. birthcontrol. You speed reading characterophiles!
Well Shelley… we’ll find out fast enough! Excellent blog you got!
Beards all around!
Yay for new Noumenal: Faster and more beautiful. Rather the opposite of my life-trajectory, but so be it.
Not sure about Rob’s activities, but he’s definitely a wanker whether he states it or not.
Live births? No. Thank. You.
Beards to all!