Cosmic Road Trip with Mind & Heart

 

Mind is in the backseat and he is NOT happy about it, let me tell you. It's a delicate thing with mind as he needs a lot of love and attention yet cannot be overindulged so I've never had children but I imagine it's something of that kind of balance?

"You know - " Mind begins and I shush him.

"Mind, honest to God, man, you did a great job of looking in the rear view mirror for all those years and I dearly love you, you know that right?"

"Define love," Mind says petulantly.

"Look, Mind, it's a team effort here, not all about you, man. Just look out the window and enjoy the scenery it's pretty cool, really beautiful countryside, a gorgeous day - just chill, Heart's got the wheel. He's the only one who really knows where we're going - Heart you know where we're going, right?"

Heart, never much for words, "O yeah. I got this".

See, Mind. Lie back into it, man, Heart's got this. You and me, we can just chill and enjoy the ride now. This is awesome, try to appreciate that.

I'm not certain how reassured Mind is but he's quiet for a change so I'll take it

"Trip" Report Gila Wilderness New Mexico

 Once I spoke to Eternity personified as a female Goddess possessing or expressing an infinite seeming love characterized by a kind of patience that I don't exactly know how to describe like some perfect or archetypal mother. At this time, I was under the impression that our Gaian Mother was my mother and this notion was quite dear to my heart, very important to me. In this experience under the influence of a high dose of psilocybin alone deep in a million acre New Mexico wilderness, came Eternity and I still can recall her voice - compelling. I was trying to pull away and she would say ever so gently but compellingly, "David, come back here, now, listen to me now" tapping simultaneously her nails upon something hard - I could not see her then in an altered state of reality physically unconscious but when I "looked up" at the direction I heard her voice coming from, I could see a classical white, Greek pillar behind which shone a bright light that if this pillar were not blocking, I felt surely would kill me. This light seemed to be her, Eternity, who spoke so gently, so insistently to me.

"David, you need to listen, I need to tell you something now" Eternity insists, tap tap tap tap, to get my attention.

"Yes?" I finally managed blinking looking at this pillar above me and the blinding white light behind it.

"She is not your mother, Honey. Do you understand".

I do understand, I understand it all even before she says and I begin to sob and I think likely actually began to sob, now in mid morning sun in the middle of an empty field, alone, next to the Gila River. My heart is broken like never before as if some final insult to my most dearly held delusion was just then stripped away leaving me as naked emotionally and spiritually as I was in reality there in that field. Of course, I thought, of course how did I not see this? I didn't want to see it. I couldn't see it. A child abandoned by by his father and his mother who had found the Great Gaian Mother of us All and clung to her thigh as would any abandoned child. When she put her hand gently upon my head and comforted me, that saved my life - literally. My love for her is the love of a child for his mother.

"David I am so sorry," Eternity is saying while I am still lost in convulsive grief, "but you must accept this if you want to continue your journey, you must," and I thought listening to her that I do accept it, I see the truth of it, feeling through my grief some odd sense of shame for not having seen it sooner, how foolish and childish I had been in my delusion. As if to comfort me, Eternity, also a mother, is saying, "She is the Mother of your body, David. The Earth Mother she gave you this physical vessel in which to invest yourself while in this physical incarnation so in that sense she is then the mother of your body but your eternal spirit as you know was never born so you have no mother or father those are mere constructs of this incarnation, this reality here, same as time, pain, loss, abandonment all those feelings and all the delusions of your flesh and blood life that She, yes, the Gaian Mother of your body, has made possible for the singular edification of your eternal spirit."

I "woke" then finding myself on my knees, naked, in the middle of a small clearing, having disrobed and apparently crawled out 30 feet or so from my camp under the pines, my face, neck, chest and belly covered in sand made wet with my tears and some got in my eyes and I am sitting on my knees and had been for I don't know how long. I try to stand but my legs are asleep and I pitch forward, face planting into the sandy earth. After some indeterminate length of time, just lying there feeling the warm sandy, earth against the side of my face, I stand up seeing my backpacking camp a few yards away under a Ponderosa Pine finding it vaguely reassuring, making some note that I am not, after all, completely naked in the wilderness. I have everything i need right there to survive and comfort myself even and in fact having been out this now the fifth day having in all that time not seen another soul. I stumble then forward about 20 yards to the Gila River here merely a large creek maybe 20 feet wide and three feet deep at the center and I plunge into the water and it is freezing cold and shocking and I wash the sand from my face, out of my hair, out of my eyes, my body and stumble back up onto the bank and sit shivering in the hot, noon day sun.

I remember the Voice of Eternity and look around in awe at the beauty of the Gila Wilderness, the canyon country I am in, grateful to be alone so that no one thinks me insane and grateful to the Great Gaian Mother of our bodies for giving me what I now call this DNA Body Machine, knowing that in only a few short years I will give this body back up to her for from dust we are made and to dust we shall return. All things in this reality begin and end - a fantastic and utterly novel experience for an Eternal Being. One that apparently we need to experience in order to negotiate the hallowed halls of eternity itself.

Three Sheets in the Winds Personal Astrology - Pluto Opposite my Moon & Pluto Return for USA

 

Three Sheets in the Wind

By David Sky

I’ve lived a life characterized by failure and disappointment and stand now on the brink of  spiritual, emotional, psychic & physical ruination. This is clearly my destiny and I feel yet no strong pull to resist what is clearly dissolution of self. Pluto hits exact opposition to my natal moon on February 27^th 2022 and coincidentally Pluto also hits its exact Pluto Return for the United States of America on March 17^th 2022. For astrologers playing along that means Pluto of the USA is within minutes of conjunction to my natal Moon in Cancer. 

Pluto entered Capricorn late in 2008 and has been steadily exploring and cataloging the shadow side of self ever since steadily undermining for me my 5^th house that by transit I see a lot as representing The Self (The Sun Self) our light, our creativity, our sense of romantic passion and the part of us that wants to shine and to play and have fun. Pluto has been doing this work in the 10^th House in the USA chart which is the House representing Government, control, the status quo just look at the social environment as we head toward March 17^th and two to three long years of “transformation of (Self/Country)”. At least this Pluto Opposite Moon energy ends sooner for me ... another year from now ... Calgon Take Me Away 

I submit Pluto and, if it’s all the same to you, I’m just going to call you “Calgon” in my mind and hereafter it will be simply a deep sigh with, “Calgon take me away”.

Poof no more Pluto Problems only Calgon Taking Me Away damn astrology comes through again with advice to lean heavily into Neptunian self delusion and avoidance as a coping mechanism of last resort.

Batter Up - Energetic Visualization

(Warning: this is in invocation that elevates available energy which could lead to a rise in the pulse, blood pressure and/or some anxiety, much as might amphetamines)

Zooming in the stadium is empty save a batter and his coach. At first, they appear so small there in the gigantic, empty stadium. But then we find that neither the batter nor the coach are small rather the opposite as both of them are large in life and we are drawn to them with a keen interest.

The Batter is enormous making home plate look tiny and he stands ready forearms like Popeye for God’s sake and 100% focused upon the mechanical pitcher on the mound before him loaded up with an army of baseballs.

The Coach is enormous as well but not in any good way with a cigar hanging from his lips like it was born there standing just behind the Batter looking sullen yet intent.

Batter Up The Coach announces and as The Batter tightens in the ready, body taught like a spring ready to explosively unwind, the Coach hits the start on the batting machine’s remote and the first fast ball assaults the mound with a loud pop.

Seemingly instantaneously with the pop, our Batter unwinds meeting the ball with a solid, resounding CRACK! And sending the ball on a perfect arch right out of the stadium.

The Coach follows the “Crack” with, “Outta da park” in a mumble through his wet cigar.

Instantly then comes the Pop of the second ball and the Crack of the Batter having rewound meeting the ball and sending it to on this perfect arch right out of the stadium.

The Coach follows with, “Outta da park” ….

The third ball comes and now things are already becoming a blur as the batter coils and uncoils this flurry of

Pop!

Crack!
Outta da Park!

Pop!

Crack!

Outta da Park!

Over and over and over and then the coach increases the rate of the pitches and it goes into some hyperdrive this popcrackouttadapark with the batter now like a machine winding and unwinding with such a speed, precision and force that it makes my own heart pound just to witness this … beauty …

I find in my mind that I can increase and decrease the rate of the pitches and feel the effects immediately so kind of set the rate and just sit with that for a few minutes and it’s better than a pot of coffee LOL

Saturn Return in Natal Chart, Personal Astrology by David Sky

Saturn Comes Home to Roost 

God with the Saturn energy it's just a part of me now feels like not good or bad, not dark but heavy, somber, ponderous, man, ponderous. It feels like this is not a passing phase, not a brief transit, as it were. This is upon me now like age itself for the rest of my life. I see things so differently as if the whole world during these last few years heaved and folded transforming from this ephemeral, dreamlike thing I have known my whole life into now this solid place made of earth and stone and blood and bone and all governed by this slow but inexorable march of TIME.

I am dealing with this pernicious flu it's not helping so I'm dragging myself around and in line at the pharmacy looking at the old man in front of me not without compassion but in this Saturnine way and it's like I can FEEL how close he is to the end, like I can feel his heartbeat nearing its last beat and simultaneously feel my own relative measure of it all and in this new visceral way not in that clear but theoretical Scorpio measure of death and the end of the physical but in this cold, implacable and solid measure that Saturn takes of it all. Saturn does not simply THINK about the physical, it IS the physical. Saturn does not pontificate upon the end, it IS the end.

I am 58. My heart beats. It won't beat so much longer until I am exactly like this old man right here - not much longer at all. It is what it is, man. Carpe Diem is the only sane philosophy so that is still the same only now for me that is not just a meme, it's REAL, solid as a tombstone or the brass handles on a casket.

Transit Saturn Square Natal Venus

 Personal Astrology

My Experience & Interpretations:

In the dark heart of this one, you find yourself virtually invisible to the outer world. You could light yourself on fire and people would just say,

“OMG there’s someone on fire WTF!?”

“Who the fuck IS THAT!?”

“I have no idea other than someone on fire didn’t even realize anyone was standing there until I felt the heat, man”

So, yea, obviously don’t go setting yourself on fire because that never makes anything better. For me Saturn in 6th house square natal Venus in Scorpio in 3rd conjunct Neptune most significantly and the asteroid Dejanira by a degree sextile natal Saturn in Capricorn and a loose but significant square to natal Uranus in Leo the 12th house. It’s like Saturn Itself is in this two and a half year process of walking me through my 6th House or what I call my “Achilles Heel” or “Krptonite” depending on my mood but Aquarius. In my case, Saturn has seen fit to take hostage of all Venus energy that it could so of comfort, luxury, stability, abundance, attractiveness and Saturn has made it clear that during this long transit I’d say an influence a year or better, Saturn demands that I structure my 6th house (Virgo Ascendant) and attend to my daily routine and health and frankly, from my point of view, Saturn has been a real dick. There I said it, it had to be said.

But the overall effect is having the rug pulled out from under my feet such that at least in an emotional sense, I am force to be self contained and self sufficient and some element of almost forced self love through self care comes into play, I feel, on my part, much as I dislike Saturn, I do line up with the energy now always seems to end better that way. You want structure in daily routine, health and personal well being – OK Saturn, On it.

(You Dick)

Normally, this can be a year or so of much difficulty in relationships and for me this has very much been the case in general but, thank God, in specific, I am blessed with a great love that came in the midst of this energy. Venus is about Desire and Value by transit this to me always has to be kept strongly in mind. Like a change in our Belief System, a change in our Values System can be quick and life altering in nature. Saturn here tends to take Venus down to the nub with Venus in no make up, bad light, with little sleep and not frankly in the best of moods. Our Venus energy gets to suck its own marrow for a minute in our life and focus on what is important in terms of blood and bone and soul.

I like to follow Saturn transits by house and I feel that it is the best and quickest way for beginning or intermediate astrologers to get a deeper grasp upon their own or someone else’s chart and especially of overall themes and patterns. Two and a half years means at any point I look at a chart, it wouldn’t have been too long ago that Saturn had changed signs and houses and Saturn tends to leave a footprint.

(Bootprint more like it)

Talking to people if it is not myself is first just find the dates and ask people what was going on at this point and this point and give them time to search it out and then listen and seems to hone in on the life themes going on. Saturn don’t play It’s a Dick but still it’s always doing It’s job. Want to know what’s next, just look where Saturn’s going.

Work Life Blues - Short-Short Story

 

My editor called couple months ago from our home planet and said that he needed me to cover the next presidential election cycle in the USA - after spewing coffee out my nose (hate it when that happens!) I said, "I'd rather blow a goat".

My editor responds dryly, "you use that phrase a lot".

I insist, "No way. No How. Never Happen. Don't know why you bothered to ask."

After a moments reflection, let me say that I'd rather blow my brains out than cover this earth farce that they most euphemistically call an election especially in the US of A. "Just ain't gonna happen, Boss."

Boss sighs knowing now that it ain't happening - "Listen, you're being an asshole because you know I can't afford to bring you back and replace you."

"Look," I assert, "I'm off to Fiji to interview Michael Franti as per our original contract to cover earth's music and art scene. The fact that you can't find anyone to cover this clusterfuck of the dominant nation state's election cycle is your problem, not mine, that's how I see it. Earth conditions require one to "go with the flow" here, as they say. And You would most definitely not understand. So, anyway, that's what I'm gonna do".

"You are one sorry excuse for a journalist! - "

CLICK!

Damn, The 24 hour days here are just too short for that kind of negativity in my life, man.

I should add that the last three reporters who were assigned to cover these elections all threw themselves in front of a truck, one after having gouged out his own eyes with his thumbs. While we are humanoid and can pass for humans on superficial examination, our tolerance threshold for BS is apparently set far below the level of you earth humans. The bullshit of your political elections is literally more than we can bare.

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