Moon Void of Course

Central Park 12/26/2011 photo by Linda COhen

Moonday December 26, 2011 9:20 C(herry) E(xceptional) T(ime) Moon void of course - heading into Aquarius @ 12:14pm

Hold up, I am, in my winter-warm temple bedroom with an abundance of clear apophyllite crystals (for peace & receptivity to higher realms) well-placed under my pillows and stationed at intentionally proper feng shui friendly corners of the chambre. However, aforementioned crystals did not deliver restful sleep, nor the peaceful dreams I long to soul travel… as I had hoped, and as they had stoked previously.

Richly resiny ebony brown fuzzy frankincense sticks aburn, a powerful spiritual scent, clean, cut-through, pure church inspiration. Rachel Poger’s somber elegant renditions of Bach sonatas…. perfect for just these late December mornings, in between the long day’s journey into night… sounds of sweet creation and peace streaming tiny iPod speakers, peachy crystal Himalayan salt lamps emanating breath/blood-deep healing negative ions… The Gods and Goddesses abounding my play space along with vibrational essences and myriad jeweled crystals (including a large many-spectrolite-hued oval Labradorite pendant I wear as “the stone of Magik)”. All manner of fun enlightening new and ancient “tools” to cheer me on, charge me up, help me “clear”, and inspire me to evaluate and declare all necessary new year’s aspirational upgrades (!yikes!) and create clear consistent actions/energies for me to enact these sought after changes! Committed to begin, voila! January 1st of the last year of the ancient Mayan calendar. Get on with it Gate Keepers of the Ages. Swing the Gates high and Open Sesame

Closer each year, to grasping the Magic Golden Means Ring as I spin more gracefully and awake on life’s most colorful enchanting carousal…The Wheel of Life…with you…where the painted ponies go up and down…where four massive mysterious miraculous impending horsemen of Revelations ride forth charging!!! the exquisite astral light to inaugurate a new Heaven on Earth.

Do keep my guard up to the ever changing needs and wishes of my body/mind and Spirit. PAY ATTENTION WOMAN! It’s like you have to learn to play Classical music before you can play Jazz. Ah discipline. Courage my love.

Mantra: I CHOOSE

Tarot - fitting!

“FIRE MOTHER: the conduit

Divinatory meaning: Long after the energy of others has burned out, your energy burns like a constant pilot light; you have the sense of being a sought after leader especially in matters of Spirit. …As long as you move in accordance with Nature’s laws, Nature obeys your every command….”

Balance, Golden Mean, the glass half…
The mathematical formula for the golden mean – which provides stimulating contemplations is -1+1=0.

Our identity may feel like a racing energy flow. We may be moving, as if on a racetrack, between identities. We may spend more time on one curve and race around another. Picture this figure eight pattern.”
From Tarot of the Spirt by Pamela Eakins.

Cleaning, clearing, tossing, generally, in every area, lightening up for 12. Then I’ll strap on my cherry velvet seat belt with the flashing silvery day -glow Northern Lights fountaining and take to the rainbow starstreams. Let’s fly!

FEELING
A CONTENTED COW
GODDESS
SERPENTINE POWER
SLOW SNAKE SIZZLE
RISING
LIKE A PHOENIX –
TO CREATE
TO RECREATE
TO SUNAMI CLEAN
WITH A TOWERING WAVE OF TOURQUOISE BLISS –
TO CREATE ANEW.
KIND OF LIKE A SOFT
BOILED EGG.

Essences: Began taking FES Sagebrush today, to clear the dross from my life; FES Bleeding Heart for emotional independence; Alaskan environmental essence Northern Lights for amazement; Alaskan Blueberry Pollen of abundance of all “good things”, FES Queen Anne’s Lace for inner sight, FES Manzanita for viewing the body as the temple of the soul, and importantly Alaskan environmental essence Rock Spring for renewal. I continue to read Layne Redmond’s WHEN THE DRUMMERS WERE WOMEN; A SPIRITUAL HISTORY OF RHYTHM.

Of course there are the new goals to chart. And there is also the supreme appreciation of NOW and dancing with Shiva. Very romantic. Tantric!

I CELEBRATE

Soul Star photo by Linda Cohen

Entering the Cave

Hather Queen of Heaven

WATER
Love, Reflection, Psychic Upwelling
Cups, Mirrors, Moon
West
Dusk
The Sacred Year Falling Toward Death
Blue, Green, Purple, Black
Quartz Crystals and Moonstones
Fish, Water Snakes and
Dragons sloshing in
the Sea of Renewal…………………………from Tarot of the Spirit by Pamela Eakins

Feeling. More like winter. As we flow towards the onyx cave of stillness passing through The Solstice needle’s darkness on December 22, for a long night’s deep sleep where the Goddess breathes life into the Underworld King, dead and asleep, who will rise again come Spring. Together their rhythms, exchanges, deepest natures, essences, blend in sacred marriage rites which intertwine the Fire, the Water, to create balance to renew the land and all Her life forms.

Cycling the Eternal
Serpent Cycles - Wheeling
The spinning Cosmos –
We sleep
We play
Our ancient moon drums –
Ruby wine….
To dance each new day….
Painted Golden
The Great Goddess sails
The silver night stars
She is the moon
The Milky Way
Sustaining, Rebirthing new life –
With Her creamy cosmic milk.

What could reflect the growth cycles, natural rhythms, wonderment at Nature’s joys more than baby Bee? Where last year she pointed to all things “Da Da”….meaning “name this thing.” Where now she calls out in her festive Christmas-Tree lit living room with grand views of Central Park, “hey dad, watch me spin. And slide. Om Ma.”

Ah. So. Hathor. Golden One. Great solar goddess of love, beauty, dance, sexuality and intoxication! Oh spirited Queen of Heaven and Earth helping birth the new Sun King later down the seasons….Most welcome in your compassionate radiance.

Spending times with family, friends, the ancient dance, the Yuletide spices, the magic of Namaste, the depths of black night where Kali too stalks.

Essences I’ve added recently: Alaskan Moldavite gem elixir for spiritual quickening; Alaskan environmental essence Rock Spring for miracles and renewal; my Peace/Energy 11/11/11/11 for opening to new “higher” – more loving – realities; Alaskan gem elixir Azurite for clearing and opening the third eye; Bev’s Queen Ann’s Lace for deeper soul sight.

I WELCOME THE MAGIC OF WINTER
I WELCOME DEEPENING MY MAGIC

Photo by Linda Cohen

Freya's Day - Day of the Goddess

Photo by Linda Cohen

Freya’s Day – Day of The Goddess – November 18, 2011 8:23am chez cherry

Bought my first Azeztulite crystal at Namaste yesterday….to accelerate deeper knowings and understandings – communication with peace-loving Inter-dimensional Beings, expanding “reality”. Also working with “Abundance from The Garden” 30-day affirmation program by Melissa F. Halsey and reading from “Tarot of the Spirit” by Pamela Eakins, PH D. … as well as Dion Fortune’s “The Sea Priestess”
“All women are Isis. And Isis IS
All Women.”

I am loving reading “When The Drummers Were Woman – a Spiritual History of Rhythm” by Lane Redmond. Did you know The Venus of Willendorf, limestone “goddess”, was made circa 25,000 BC? I am buying a frame drum this weekend!!!!!!

And reading in “The Book of Stones” by Robert Simmons & Naisha Ahsian about Phenacite… “the supreme third eye stone.”

Affirmation:
I Open Myself for Initiation Into the Higher Realms Of Consciousness.

Frequently taken essences at this time: Pretty Face (inner and outer beauty), Blackberry (for physical manifestation), Sticky Monkeyflower (for fears of intimacy), California Peony (for radiant female energy and openness, vitality), Walnut (as “the link-breaker” and for psychic protection, transitions). I recently added Manzanita (for viewing and “treating” the Body as the Temple of the Spirit).

I am also taking Julia Graves Madonna Lily and Medugorje Mallow (both for Grace), Bev’s Queen Ann’s Lace (for inner sight)--- along with the following gem elixirs: Apophyllite (for tuning into higher frequency energies), Scolecite (for facilitating clear Shushumna energy, energy of the Kundalini/the spinal column), Flourite (“the break-up elixir” for clearing energy), Flourite Combo (to nourish the rainbow chakras), Kunzite (to experience and share a “higher” love), and my own Peace/Energy 11/11/11/11 essence, which is for sale through me :-) and is for assisting with the stepping through (now open, once closed) gates to new more loving, beautiful, purposeful, peaceful and Lighter realities.

Bee’s 2nd birthday party is tomorrow! She got a candy pink bike from her mom and dad.
The Chili Peppers sing in their new amazing album, “I’m With You” …. ”When you’re alive the nights are long – But the years are short. When you’re alive.”

I CELEBRATE THE GODDESS AND THE GOD
I AM A HOLY BEING~~~I AM A LIVING GODDESS

Photo by Linda Cohen

New Moon Reflections on Turkish Delights

Photo by Linda Cohen

New Moon Reflections on 10/2011 Travels to Turkey Istanbul, Ephesus, Bodrum, Kas, Antalya…Istanbul ~~~Home…

Temple Cherry 6:09 am New Moon in Scorpio Wednesday 10/27, 2011

-Excerpt from travel diary…Bodrum, Turkey, El Vino Hotel 10/17/2011 ~~

I’ve had more quick changes in Turkey then anywhere in a long time, maybe since Miami in the early 90s…
It looks one way
Then a nano-second later…
It’s all completely changed
In a fashion
You wouldn’t have imagined.
Pounding rain sheets, startling sun -
Boggle-eyed fish wriggling in nearby quays
That most likely you’ll have for dinner. Gladly!
Wonders of color and whimsy,
Everywhere laughter mixes
With soul-deep calls to prayer. Islam…
A gentle Islam, of which Abraham, Moses and Jesus
Were among the prophets leading up to Mohammad. 6th C AD
A luscious fertile land whose
Human history goes far far far back~~
Where The Great Mother Goddess
Cared and cares for Her whole Creation.

Traveling in Turkey was wonderful not just because there is so much history, culture and “native” color …. Sixteen million people live in sprawling Istanbul. Ahhh the twisting winding impossible to follow labyrinths of the ancient Grand Bazaar (oldest market in the world), The Spice Market’s twinkling neon bubble-pinks, fuchsias, aquas, golds and rainbows of streaming light enhancing every corner where every manner of fresh intoxicating spices – many golden grades of precious saffron! – sing out of their sweet and pungent natures. Richly textured and brightly colorful clothing, unusual musical instruments, sumptuous woven goods, sexy belly dance attire, exotic teas and herbs, and the ubiquitous Turkish Delight treats… Vendors enticing all with offers of Turkish coffee and “special” teas who want to bargain with you as much as to sell! The haunting calls to prayer countrywide five times a day starting at 6am (can you believe this early siren was music to my ears!), inviting believers to the magnificent mosques, 246 in Istanbul alone, to take spiritual time-outs and be part of a living breathing holy sea of peaceful worshippers…. the radiantly clear essence of the Mediterranean Sea (of course there is The Black Sea to the North and the Aegean and The Sea of Marmara and the delicious Bosphorus Straight with its bustling Golden Horn Harbor flowing through and connecting Istanbul’s European and Asian land masses). In Istanbul, one can lunch in Europe – amid hookah smoking celebrants and kababs - and Asia, an hour later, for an afternoon tea, the country’s national drink! MMMMMMMMmmm there are the handsome, friendly, vibrant Turkish people, the marvelous diversity each new day offers, the cosmicality of such a fragrant babbling international crossroads. The joy of life sizzles! Amid blooming hibiscus and wild flowers and massive friendly olive groves. There is the endless delicious licoricey Raki to drink and tickle you warm inside, golden and black sunshine-filled fresh figs and honey, the hustle, the street raps, the elegant come-ons (“Come into my carpet shop lovely beautiful lady, I would love to offer you tea, love to make fresh fish for your dinner tonight, please allow me to cook for you.”), the pure mystery and far back to time’s beginning history, the strength of the dollar to the lira, the incredible music spots and fish eateries of the Taxim district. There is the underbelly of a middle eastern rhythm and flow to carry you from day to night to day… to new dreams within you and ten thousand more details that paint beautifully unique soulful scapes…not only this and more….

BUT also because travel challenges one/me, opens me up like a curious iridescent pink and orange topaz or sapphire pupil of life, and allows me to truly be in the present, in the sweet tangle of the day’s and night’s foreign details along with the perfect freedom to flow solo or connect…There is the visceral missing of my loved ones allowing me to appreciate “home” that much more. There is the pride in “achieving” proficiency in maneuvering through the strange and healing connections – so long sought for - of a far off face of Mother Earth brought near….tides of personal longing fulfilled in being a cosmic traveler… To soak up what I can of it all and give back a thousand percent of who I am and am becoming…til I’m filled up with the give and take, the sun and moon, silver and gold, the yummy unpredictability of journeying…learning to be more adept and independent as a planetary citizen.

There are events, places and people I shall remember always, thank Goddess. The beautifully painted wooden dolls “hiding” five babies of exact likeness inside to be discovered one by one which I brought home for Bee and my mom. Most impressionably, on me of course, remarkable Ephesus, the main reason for my journey…inhabited some say since 20,000 BC, but within recorded history since the Amazons in 6,000 BC. Home to one of the world’s seven ancient wonders, the now much ravaged Temple of Artemis (come from Cybele an “earlier” goddess). The most amazing ancient city ruins one might conjure up in a lucid dream. Home to the final home of Mother Mary, brought to Efe from Jerusalem by Saint John the Divine, to protect her in a rapidly changing and violent beginning to a new age, Piscean. The wall of multi-colored wishes written and attached by travelers to this mystic site of Mary’s house for her blessings and divine interventions….My new glorious Scorpio Sister, Ilke, more goddess in every aspect, one could ever know…running her marble-tiled Sultan Park villa on the distant and beautiful peninsula of Kas…. Sultan Park, with its roosters, chickens, turtles, laughing English schoolmates on vacation playing all-day water games in the massive sparkling sapphire sea-salt water pool overlooking the most azurite private beach I have encountered anywhere! and adorned with every manner of goddess bloom and olive branch. There is the marvelous old town section of Antalya in the south where one can traverse the narrow chaotic streets to arrive at a “hidden” private beach with jovial terraced restaurant overlook to satisfy tastes galore. And more. Much more.

I won’t forget Jackie, my plane-mate home to the states. I’d run out of Advil and asked if she’d any. “No. But would you like a couple of Percosets?” Would I!
And knowing I will return to Istanbul to the exotic Taxim district and blue mosques and Egyptian obelisks and serpent columns and street vendors selling fresh hot grilled corn on the cob and roasted chestnuts. And of course to The Sultan Park and Ilke…to celebrate life and love. And to revisit Ephesus, where I felt stirrings of the Goddess as rich as ever.
Tesekkurler Turkey! Thank you Anatolia.

I carried with me only a few essences: FES Dogwood for grace of body, mind and Spirit. Alaskan Chalice Well for the support of all Nature. Pretty Face to feed my inner and outer beauty and one large bottle of Five Flower formula which I gave to Tyson, a marvelously strong and handsome Turk on military “assignment” from Australia, sitting next to me, on the other side from Jackie, who got fretfully plane sick and was instantly soothed by the essence…which he gratefully accepted as a gift to carry with him. I also carried Kate’s Magic Isis and Rebirth oil along with Blue Lotus oil from Thailand, exquisitely exotic and healing
I did, more than in the past, use my healing crystals…especially Tibetan Quartz and Apache Tears for staving negativity, Serpentine for Kundalini energy support and opening and Malachite for protection, vibrant life energy and inspiring love within through emotional balance.

Affirm:

I’m doing it! I am here, present.

Photo by Linda Cohen

New Moon Reflections of The Autumnul Equinox 2011

Isis Alter photo by Linda Cohen

9/27/2011 New Moon Reflections on The Autumn Equinox

“….The ancient Great Mother Goddess not only presided over life- She existed in it. This meant that hill and stream were sacred. It meant that human activities such as weaving, pottery, sowing seeds also were an expression of the sacred, and all existed within a totality…a ‘holiness’ which means ‘wholeness’. The later conception of a Fathergod, existing outside His creation, has emptied the world of life and wonder. It has meant by implication that the world of matter is there to be exploited and therefore despised as being set apart from, and lower than, the spiritual abode of God….

The words ‘matter’ and ‘mother’ have the same root. It is not hard to see how separation of the divine from His creation has been bad news for plants, animals, the human body, women and sexuality, not to mention the ecosystem, for what is not divine is flawed and suspect, indeed evil, to be used at will and yet also shunned. The Goddess, who blessed sexual love, whose mystery was revered in each sprouting shoot, was gone. In Her place stood a grass-widower God presiding over a sterile creation….

The Goddess is not ‘God in drag.’ She does not sit in the clouds wearing a size 38C breastplate. As in ancient time, She is within us and around us. Exalting the Feminine does not mean merely putting a female at the head of an organization instead of a male; it means a radical reappraisal of function and approaches, where greater cooperation is encouraged. There are many ways to be explored in which women can be endowed with greater power and self-determination without feeling that they have ‘become’ men. Exploring these ways in a male-dominated status quo can feel forced, and we have to start with truly valuing the feminine qualities that rather than differentiate, that accept rather than compete, that receive rather than dictate. It seems we have to feel our way, for we cannot be sure exactly what ‘femininity’ may be – for instance, there are many warrior goddesses and plenty of room for fierceness within the divine Feminine. We need to explore – respectfully, trying to drop our old yardsticks….”
From the goddess by Teresa Moorey, Mobius Press

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Cultivating Equanimity on the Autumnal Equinox 2011

O holy Mother, Daughter, Sister O
Isis Queen – Guardian of Women and Children and the very grain that blooms rich and golden..
Silver starry-eyed Lady of the evanescent furtive moon ~
Embrace and Grace my fire-
Opal igniting higher-heart and beating violet astral wings invisible….
Fluttering with joy and hope and the new life you inspire! Regeneratrix!
In luscious cherry deva play, near-intoxicating devotion, may I dance and sing
And pray!
Among this morning’s emerald rain-
Kissed garden flowers - rose indigo peony …
Your holy circumference, outstretched wings, your Throne, your Goddess love~~~
Encircling The Tree. As it ever IS.

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A most beautiful, powerful, cleansing visage of Mother Nature, sheets of silvery
Rain-glass fanning this crossover earth day. Equal of Goddess and God. Equinox 2011.
The sacred marriage bed.

A picture window throne at Jean George on Central Park divine and divining luncheon with bro Richard The Lion-hearted and the great Mother Mine Herself.
Much new excitement with clients and goddess circles, Namaste and thyme – and the lutes and dumbeks of Istanbul with its Bosporus blue smile enticing -
Rhythms of female design pulsing the soaring white dove while protecting the sacred primal Dance.

Courtney, wild urban cowboy, Knight in shining soul garb and laughing wonderment, Arriving to my rescue to ferry me down, by golden steel-wheeled steed, to Lafayette Bar & Grill. Student belly dance show of Isis priestess Nourhan Sharif.
Fortunate dancer I,
Brimming with lila/play. Magical delight in moonstone ivory veil, shadowing Her
Full mystery
Face. Flashing onyx Egyptian stiletto eyes. Surprise. I put a spell on you because –
You’re mine.
Following festivities I broke my two month fast with ruby Pinot Noir, the fine dark chocolate of vinos. And it is good. So good. Goddess good.

The night galloped me home through thick rain slick avenues of neon Times Square
Big Apple bravado and the Friday night hoopla Manhattan always is….
The Fisher King took off towards The Hudson Valley….fresh trout to smoke and wander
Earth Mother’s stream banks and hidden caves, while I celebrate my crossing
Into the open celebratory arms of Autumn. Cornucopia harvest season swings freely ~~
In arcane crimson twine, a lantern and the spider web of All creation
Busily spinning towards a new age of Light….
The Water Bearer, Aquarius.

Most especially I am tuning into this current, this dance, firstly with Sacred Datura for all new moons mystical enlightenment by FES & Pegasus, with FES Dogwood for grace of body and soul movement, Alaskan Kunzite gem elixir for higher love, Moon Goddess from cherrie seed, see www.healingforharmony.com, Julia Graves Green Tara Asparagus for spinal alignment (so important)….my time-honored friends FES Blackberry and Pretty Face, and an important! Bach remedy for this moving time, Walnut, the link-breaker!

I CHOOSE
(…and am not bound by past, nor others’ choices)

Crystal Changes

Photo of Isis Alter by Linda Cohen

ps: New moon in Virgo Sunday (no sun) August 28th, inside out of Hurricane Irene’s cleansing wakes~~~

Crystal Changes

Saturn’s Day Augusto 27th, 9:55 I am She

Hurricane Irene approaches. Shut down city plus transportation for the first time ever! Just last week a Virginia earthquake (see Edgar Cayce) so very rare an East Coast event. Now it’s just me myself and Irene…and the soul-felt stillness in the ethers before a wrathful face of Mother Nature shows.

No booze for 26 days. Since Augusto 1st. First for me too. Learning temperance to more fully align with my soul-star’s intent at this pivotal juncture in The Ages. Having worked on this: (1) clearing; and (2) attachment-free intention in synergistic ways these past six months to move to a different energetic pattern, I am able to feel and act more on Thy will. I AM ISIS. ISIS I MA. I AM KALI. I am a tall-grass eating emerald green lizard wild woman who is course-correcting for balance and body/soul harmony.

TEMPERANCE, BALANCE, BEAUTY, HEALTH, CREATIVITY
FUTURISTIC HOLISTIC OPTIMISTIC VISION~~
The Priestess Way….xtra beauty within, without… and perceived in All
(see cherrie seed’s Saraswati Muse essence)

Reminds me of “cleansing” in the ancient Temples of Beauty and Sacrifice, having my feathers and scales removed in MU (Lemuria) and Atlantis during the dizzying incarnation process. For the new-skin-suit rejuvenation program, along with balancing left and right hemispheres of the brain, I am using meditation, flower essences, sound and light waves and currently esp into gem crystals for healing physically and emotionally, thought amplification and the enhancement of all good quality of mood and state of mind. Rekindled the old flames of amethyst (higher guidance), ruby (deep heart chakra), gold (the inner and outer bodies of alchemical transformation), copper (as it ever was, great conductor), sapphire (upper chakras), purple fluorite (amplify the higher mind) et al. As a direct result of working in Namaste Bookshop (offering amazing crystals and crystal expertise from staff) my passion for crystals is reactivated along with a time-honored use of gem elixirs. Especially drawn to the higher consciousness stones (facilitate inter-dimensional travel, dream work, deep connection to divine beings and feeling states including unconditional love, self love, inner peace, creative power (selenite, pheynacite, morganite, kunzite, scolecite, clear apophyllite, sugalite, pink calcite, honey calcite, moldavite, ocean jasper…to name names). Of course, must! continue working on lower more EarthStar, grounding chakras.

Gem elixirs are available through Pegasus, Pacific Essences, Alaskan Essences et al.

AH. There’s Lou Reed’s crooning in the background, “take a walk on the wild side.” Far as I can see, the wild side now is The Middle Way (not my natural nor genetic predisposition). I know the value of and am aware that this is my next step up the ladder toward greater all-aspect-freedom. Edges of new attitudes are cleaner, clearer, crispier…as I am more able to align with them. Healing Herb Bach Walnut flower essence for breaking links, for transitions and for psychic protection; Alaskan gem elixir Kunzite, for the divine love vibration; Pegasus Scolecite, for inner peace and spinal/chakra (shushumna) alignment; and Julia Grave’s Green Tara Essences (at Flower Power), especially lilies for grace, flow; Cherrie Seed’s Healing for Harmony essences, AdiLaxmi for flow, DhanaLaxmi for prosperity, PujaLaximi for gratitude; and occasional supportive under-the-tongue hits of FES Blackberry, for physical manifestation and Pretty Face, to foster inner and outer beauty (one’s perception thereof).

After a decidedly inward couple of years, now feeling the impetus to journey to new realms in mind, body, Spirit. Infinite gratitude to Nourhan Sharif, my Egyptian belly dance teacher, a fiery goddess of dance oriental, a life-giver, a sustainer goddess - for helping me raise my high-scorpio energy. Great joy from and to delicious grandchild Bee. Experiencing new levels of health and honesty in family and friends… while we dance through rainbow light alchemical soul-fires toward a brave new EarthStar birthing.

May Irene’s cleansing winds and sweeping waters
Usher in a brilliant new September ~~~
And may the harvest bee
Abundance for All
Good Health.

Photo of Isis Altar by Linda Cohen

Sunless Sunday

Photo in Central Park by Linda Cohen

Sunless Sunday August 14th, 9:35 m (mother of) a (adventure)
Year of Our Lady 2011

Now.
The night-long, thick
The slate sunless sky
The deliverance of tympani suites of rain
Cloud-filled sheets under a ripe full moon invisible
Passing…
Into fathomless Pisces and whereby
Breathlessly rattles summer’s heat again, againe, whose climax is…
Foreshadowing a new fall.
Still as the swells of Inanna’s
Grace-filled ocean heartbeat –
Where She gathers Herselve’s full passion
For Her light revealing Equinox rise
Earth’s balanced day -
one week
One month
One Season
Away.

Then. August 13th into 14th
The new Copa was pulsing sexy Latin vibes with Alberto Santiago
Late last night, Las Puerto Rican
Guapas (all bronzed and big-assed-beautiful all
Dressed like whipped-cream child brides, the softer half of a perfect banana creammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Cafe Couple on Her high-summer’s spun-sugar melting night)
Tight spiked in blood-wedding red heals and hematite spandex
Warrior-queen shield-dresses, that shield little wherefore
All is good. Guapas & Guapos spinning effortlessly
Like a cool tropic breeze spins on a pink-stucco vine-lined Vieques vierno
Patio, arched gold dolphin weathervanes encircling the sky-turquoise
Heart-shape swoony moon-reflecting sexy swimming pool.
Moonglow eyes, skies above white pearl smiles and licking-lips
Velvet Black Russians and/or fire hot bronze Barbados rum. From
Intoxicated papaya plump Latina
Blow-kisses (mmmmmmmwaw), bubble pink, peachy, cocoa sweet
siempre kisses ~~~
(Kisses (forever young))…
O Won’t you stay forever young (bob dylan back then when he was young, for his kids)

Made it home before
The Flood? This time. too jazzed
To sleep, Sex in the City
My soul to keep.

Tomorrow morning. August 14th - morning pages wrap up
Grand to wake up in the temple peace lilac sage vibration all
My impassioning Tarot cards, magic crystals (newly included kunzite and morganite golden pink islands of divine love) and of course the other vibrational essences which inspire to inspire:
Blueberry Pollen (Alaskan flower pollen, prosperity consciousness); Blackberry (FES, the physical manifestation essence): Desert Lily (FES Research, the cool inner feminine juices which remedy the hot summer dryness); Pretty Face (FES, perception of inner and outer beauty): California Peony (FES Range of Light, vitality, celebration of life); Kunzite (Alaskan gem elixir, higher love); Scolecite (Pegasus gem elixir, inner peace, sushumna): New Attitudes (Pacific Essences, as desired); DhanaLaxmi (cherrie seed’s Laxmi essences, www.healingforharmony from India, SUSTAINING, as in Laxmi the perfectly-matched lotus-riding consort of Vishnu, Preserver of the Universe)
And too the holy lingam of my pink rabbit standing tall, proud, satisfied amidst my other morning gems.
A new incarnation of “my club”, me with no hangover.
Hail Isis, thank you for your guidance, inspiration, magic candles, chants -
New Attitudes, The Mystery The Thunderous Morning
Storm
Precedes
This joyful Ides of August.
The bee turns twenty-one. Months. A Buzz.

~~~ I am newborn again
With loving passion, compassion and perception of the immeasurable beauty of Creation ~~

Cherry 8/11

Photo in Central Park by Linda Cohen

I Lost My Head :)

Photo by Linda Cohen

Saturn’s Day July 9th 9:55am
I LOST MY HEAD ):

Yesterday, July 8th, 2011
I lost my head!
In a living-goddess demons’ feeding frenzy.
My loving raspberry-pink resolve -
Dissolved…. to onyx anti-matter.
I tight-roped the Hell
Realms. Soot-sticky, deceptive
Spirit-fly-paper grabbing my clockwise spinning chakras–
And Hungry Ghosts with long pine needle-straw lips feeding
On my yellow Swiss cheese aura -
Sucked themselves in…switched my Ocean-Blue Right Brain-
Disk and sword-split me back to back. Back/Kcab.
Into my original hermaphroditic halves –
Sparring for the neon-amethyst Soul-control
Danger flashing Dakini-dashboard.
In a dizzying whirlpool spiral-red descent….
The timer set for twelve DST hours the suckers
5’D(ed) the life-screen into fraxeled crack-nail
Holograms trying to kidnap my cherry Buddha Nature!
All the light-years, eons, evanescent edgy borders of “real” time -
Short-circuited, thick puce summer
Airs swelling with crimson mosquito blood -
Gorgonic astral electric storms threatening!
Blinding wicked mescal visions, inserting tape loops reversed
In my shook-up confused curly frontal cortex. O yea
I let my guard down and was raped!
By my own Shadow.
Azure cosmic seas within gone! lost!
My Bodichitta heart-mind twitching in self-blame. So oh oh HO
What could IIIIIIIIIII do?
I could not fight
My own dark knight
Such are these delusions coming from dead roses
And putrid peat moss.
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AND SO I LET GO ~~~ Into the crowning violet-gold Present. When…WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeee
Somewhere around Astoria Boulevard on the N train
Torrid tourmaline charcoal skies broke open….
Zeus’ mighty thunderbolt emblazoned an ivory Peace Sign –
In the jet-black starless fulcrum
Of the evening’s swift eclipsing shift.
My Greek friends – S and M - waving from the East
End of the station where my dazed head hovered furtively.
I could see Burger King and Pizza Heaven…
Pulling in the station remembering….
My recollection serves Santorini-orange-gold emblazoned sunsets and
Crystal white wine foam from the exquisite volcanic Grecian isle -
Which soon I would be sipping. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
We join at the top of the dripping gray
Now friendly subway stairs, European -
Kisses, two-cheeked, as my head alights
Twixt my shoulder blades where 3D life resumes.
The rainy world round me takes a solid form.
Thrilled to be myself in a TGIF moment.
Determined! no more to let my mind stray and decay so far below
Her calming turquoise alpha-surface.
On an aimless humid funky July day…Grateful. Now. To Be.
A bit more awake
For the Fall.

Flower switch up for new flow~~~
Blackberry (for physical manifestation); Desert Lily (for Goddess moisture in the desert of our urban lives); Pretty Face (to feel pretty inside and out); California Peony (for lusciousness in lower female chakras); AdiLakxmi (for flow); Asparagus (consciousness of straight spine from Julia Graves @ Flower Power); Medjugorjie Mallow (for Grace); Saraswati Muse from healingforharmony (for seeing beauty in all things: Walnut (to break the links that bind me still); and a new Pacific Essence "New Attitudes". As always Alaskan Chalice Well (for feeling the support of all of nature).
Affirm:
I AM A LUSCIOUS SUMMER GODDESS SURFING THE HIGHER FLOW

Photo by Linda Cohen

Slay the Ego

Slay the Ego
(from the Secret Dakini Oracle by Nik Douglas and Penny Slinger)
photo by Linda Cohen

Blog: June 29th 8:09 am
EMOTIONAL ALCHEMY – SLAY THE EGO

The “slogan” I pulled from Training the Mind, and Cultivating Loving Kindness (Atisha’s 59 slogans…from a translation by Chogyam Trungpa) ~~~
#42 Which ever of the two occurs, be patient…Extremes of suffering and happiness are the result of karma, and therefore need to be accepted. The main point is whether good or bad “happens”, be patient and remain on The Path (to higher consciousness, enlightenment, being open and loving, non-reactive and in the flow.) Practice the dharma either way.
This is so important to aspire to. Inner tranquility to hold to one’s center. Peace full. Sourcing! Giving. Non-reactive. Flowing. Opening up to free ourselves of fear and lack. Opening ourselves to our and others’ highest good.

Life is precious mystery. A gift of Creative Spirit which is our very nature. We careen off each other’s rainbow-chakra energy, karma – new patterns, shape-shiftings, forming, dissolving, forming, dissolving. Shiva’s eternal dance. Flaming-tongued onyx-skinned Kalima’s sweeping the stage of Being clean. Being the Chariot Driver/Deep Sea Diver unwavering on the strong, steady, balanced neon-cobalt-blue with silver day-glow stars surf boards of your inner guidance, inner stability - to navigate the rich and oft’ times turbulent oceans which are the infra-red to ultra violet waters of our currents, lifestreams.

The cards are THE HIGH PRIESTESS foundation-ing THE QUEEN OF CUPS (hearts). As above. So below. I perceive so much strong sacred female energy flowing into our male dominated (for eons) psyches and cultures, shifting the scales of Yin and Yang towards balance. I know this BeCause the aspiration is emanating from within me and all who aspire “Heaven” on Earth. And what is coming from me is coming from Source. SHE IS HERE. Her love. Her wisdom owl. Her sacred mossy sea-caves. Her sweet morning blueberry’s pollen spun like violet cotton candy spores through the new summer green fields. The dappled dancing wild flowers, Queen of the Meadows. Her crystal clear waterfalls of Ochun, like splashing angel-light, renewing, refreshing, pure. Her spring-fed Dakini clear turquoise ponds where the stillness of the glassy surface coolly reflects the incandescent smiles and coded wings of Concord dragonflies carrying messages from other dimensions. Her daughter’s first steps. Her aching passion to express every nana-aspect of HerSelf inside the All. And when She dances, seven diaphanous secret veils may unveil…butterfly bells tinkling and flowing gypsy auburn hair like fire burning dust into purest gold. She is the soul of it. The (w)hole to be impregnated, the empty space of receptivity unbound and when She weeps The Black Madonnas feel this sadness and send Her love, uncontrived and free.

Blue Lotus oil from Thailand. Rachel Podger’s exquisite Bach sonatas. Burning sticks of Moldavite, from Namaste (2 West 14th Street), and thick resin amber oil anoints. New essences will arrive soon from India and the West Coast (Pacific Essences).

A time to ponder summer goals, inner and outer, as July alights this new moon in Cancer, solar eclipse. Spirit goals, and for writing, dancing, money, love, travel, work, home, new disciplines and new adventures in breaking the bonds of illusion. Using tons of Blackberry essence (physical manifestation), Manzanita (my body is the temple of my Soul), Walnut (the link-breaker), Alaskan Northern Lights (for amazement), Portage Glacier (for release) and the purest Gold gem elixir to golden me…..
- All I want and need comes easily and naturally to me.
- I am filled with radiant creative energy and beauty.
- I am with the right man for me.
- I fully accept and embrace the energy of divine love.
- I am learning to love and accept myself (Pine very helpful!)

THE HIGH PRIESTESS
(From Tarot of the Spirit by Pamela Eakin, PH.D.

All knowledge of dark and light forces
Is good; every experience contains
a message for growth; listen and you will
hear the message of your own inner
teacher guiding you in this mysterious
time; attune to faith; you are accessing
hidden or secret knowledge; be aware
of all signals in your environment;
attune to impulses; remember, retaining
memory is the third mode of empowerment;
the gift of insight is now at hand.

Affirm: I joyfully and fearlessly accept the higher path I have chosen in this lifetime.

The Hight Priestress (from The Cosmic Tarot)
photo by Linda Cohen

XO

Photo: Queen of Cups by Linda Cohen

Blog: Fast Forward to June 26th, Sort of sunny Sunday 9:26 am Postulate #1: Most mortal men can’t handle a Living Goddess. Even the Gods may fumble.
Postulate #2: Goddesses like US are soul-shakers…..rattle rattle rattle bang bang wake up cluck

Carlos Nakai’s Native American flute-fans the Morning Glory-blue sounds of awakening peace in my cool temple bedroom. Now it’s to clear my head from last night’s bad preview at The Cherry Lane Theater and the two Grey Goose that followed on a sweltering night in Gotham. Rose pink, lilac, and Moroccan fig votives emit precious essential oils from India and Nepal. Sri Lanka. Far Far East. This inter-dimensional temple in which I live and aspire to practice peace (which sometimes looks like war), soothes and uplifts me ever. Mirrors me….Sometimes new-born tigress tame. Sometimes a wild woman crazed and running with the wolves inside and out. Scorpio rising. Mars in Scorpio. South Node Scorpio. Phoenix energy! Put in the cosmic mix, three eclipses this June month and stir consistently and vigilantly.

(1) Got a call from an old friend of 50 years past. She, long suffering, and in the midst of the “big shift” reappears in my life. Also this current month of June: (2) I met with a first cousin (who “found” me from my website) and with whom I feel in sync and larger-family hopeful; and (3) the lovely, now 25 year old, daughter of a unique former lover (15 years I haven’t seen him or her) in Sweden contacted me from the heavenly hue of true and lasting butterfly connections! Amazing time of sync and sharing. Solar returns. Reconnections. Lettings go. The silent perfect Tibetan sand mandalas wiped clean upon completion: nothing lasts for ever where all is flux. Form is Emptiness. Emptiness form.

Mentoring many with the healing flower essences, Nature’s vitamins for the emotions. Already missing my Goddess Circle goddesses, but grateful for the summer break for more writing, dancing, biking, zoning out and in adventures and new yoga practice. Namaste. A new Tarot deck, The Cosmic Tarot, with only the Queen of Cups face up on my alter. It’s time to review and synergize new flower essences and gems… as so fast are the spinning energy spirals of the ethers ebbing and flowing through ALL Creation, one must keep up, or at least make the valiant effort.

Guess what? Mr. X has down and disappeared (but, I notice, logging on, not from checking his jdate site obsessively? I only check mine on Sundays since I’ve witnessed the addictive nature first hand). No call, no word, no scratch of an email, hieroglyph, carrier pigeon, nor any snail mail Hallmark card graciously bowing out. Bow. Wow. Nada. Limboing for one romantically unsolid week. Finally! Eureka! I get it this time. THE LESSON: I’ve been a willing, no deliriously happy, erstwhile “victim” to the mans’ rules regarding extra-us sex…..A ruse, disguised as flattery and offered as proof of impeccable integrity and honorable character! (Him: “I never cheated on my wife!” Him: “When I get into a relationship, AND I REALLY! LIKE YOU… it has to be monogamous”. And him: “I only have one girlfriend at a time.” And him: “My wife never cheated on me.” And directly into my disbelieving hazel eyes…”.Why didn’t you fight for the relationship?” (Who is X talking to?) As if I were his ex-wife or latest dropout Barbie Doll?) Me: vis a vis early Sex in the City, veritably crooning, “You are truly the heterosexual holy grail.” Handsome, appropriate, sports car, boat! sexy and monogamous!…feels like winning the internet-dating lotto. ching ching ching

I thought I was being so free-thinking and independent, after we’d begun dating, (though I did think it odd that he told me “weekends are for the boat”) - does the boat miss him during the week? But, I figured, there’d be plenty of time to work out schedules once we got some time in under our belts, right? Meantime, keeping my life right on track, skipping no dance nor yoga nor drumming class, no goo goo eyed excuses, from me, for not visiting my mom or granddaughter Bee… really staying better than on track in my own life, choosing days and times and places X and I might meet that would work for me (a switch)…. but for this one fucking blind spot. I always put forth visions of male/female equality, to the men I start dating, before they give me their monogamous hip hop rap…. I say outright that dating/fucking other people is fine. Hello! Safe Sex…Both for the goose and the gander. And I always buy a brand new pack of high end lamb skin condoms, ready, willing, and able to serve…..and always I get the “no no no no princess” from the man. “I want US to be monogamous.” And – “no no no. No condoms needed. For ME, doll, one girlfriend at a time. I’m clear.” So up pops the question of the HIV test, which the last three men I’ve dated told me pistil blank they’d just had the test and all is well, better than well, they basically have superman blood. What do I know? Evidently, little. In this arena. But I’m learning. Men will say anything when struck by Cupid’s golden arrows of desire, entranced by a woman’s golden sparkle, or the conquest of a new vagina. Maybe it’s in their sexual DNA? But haven’t we evolved at all in the 21st Century, as time is rapidly coming to an end (as we know it)? Can’t relationships be honest and free. Is it only fun for the guy with a butter cream lie? Where have all the flowers gone? Who is killing all the bees?

But the big DOUBLE CROSS was already in play, and I, again, The Hanged (WO)Man, suspended in a bubble of fantasy and rose-colored frames. In the short time X and I had our flirtation, 28 days less or more, I (encouraged by his visions of vastly more pleasurable sex) had a full frontal Brazilian twat waxing (it’s only hair, hair which better not grow back gray!). “Take risks,” “Go for it,” he egged-faced me on. So. Ok. And? Now I’m box-bald, itching and not enjoying sex more with him. Or myself. So what! I did it. For me. And I’m glad for the new exotic experience even though it killed. May even continue the art and upkeep of the sacred entrance to the tunnel of love, desire and ineffable sexual secrets.

The time is one of full expansion. Fulfilling of potentials. So what’s a little clean-shaved vajayjay while progressing on The Path. The Heart Sutra. The Cult of Isis. Priestesses of Ochun? Following Inanna’s return from the Underworld? The depths of my own Living Goddessness….O Kumari you are my muse!
These date ‘em, mate ‘em and uncreate ‘em match or jewdate addicts don’t fancy getting our gnarly pubic hairs in their perfectly pre-whitened and expensively Vaniered choppers, and have such degenerated eyesight that they, they claim, “can’t really find things down there in the bush with so much heavy camouflage” (a direct quote). There’s DANGER down under in the jungle, the threatening amazon foliage of sweet fragrant gardenia juices and Secret Garden FDS summer tangles. And of course they brag about their own hair-tamed and perfectly groomed prized lingams, but natch! They never take Viagra! And they can always cum. Hum. Ho.

Well. Well. Well. (The I Ching says one must penetrate the Well completely.) Holy of Holies. That’s what we Goddesses are. - I believe - labyrinths of hidden jewels and Yeshe Tsogyal Lotus petal rainbow fountaining nectars of Kundalini bliss wheels. And here’s the disconnect, these allegedly squeaky clean aspirants, and apprentices to the Goddess, request immediate rsvps for monogamy…Butt as I found out later, they’re monogamous with about five other lovers too while your waiting in your wings. And just a few months, weeks, or even a fortnight down Route 69 - they have more outside (you) obligations than Obama. When will we wake up to smell these oxymorons? And take back our power!

NOW. Practicing the dharma, I witness, I watch, I wait, I do not judge nor lie in ambush (with a laundry bag of dirt to toss on them). But come on. Where falleth I? in his well-crafted entirely him-centered formula of work, workouts, former wives, children young and old, cars blowing up and jealous boats? Alone! With my Louise Hay healing affirmations and Buddhist loving-kindness practices. That’s where.

O. Me. NOW TAKING RESPONSIBILITY. Victim no more! What’s an open-minded, sexy, free-spirited, soulful hot cool scorpionic dakini to do? Become cynical? Remain a victim of abuse? Swear off men. Not this living goddess. I keep flowing and flowering in the flow.
Conclusion drawn: I will date who I want, what I want, where I want. I will decide with whom I choose to be exclusive, when the time is right. I will always have an adequate supply of Natruallamb Luxury Condoms, Extra Large and Lubricated on hand, so to speak. Sex is sexy if it’s safe.
And to Mr. X…I say, “Y? Can you find no means to heal your defects. Y not? I remain O Circle of Life. Flower of life. O la la. So X….Ta ta”.
Essences: I am using HH Bach Walnut to break the link of the vajayjay trap and for psychic protection; Pegasus Et A Ceti Starlight Elixir (I need some new info from my star-sisters); FES California Peony for luscious femininity; Gypsy Goddess Metatron for unity: Dalton’s Queen of the Meadow for being in my power; lots of lilies, especially FES GRACE. And long-standing FES Manzanita and Pretty Face and Alaskan Blueberry Pollen.

I Am A Holy Being. I Am A Living Goddess.
Joy is everywhere. Madonnas wear Betsy Johnson.
As I release the past, the fresh, the new, and the vital enter.

Photo: Secret Garden by Linda Cohen

Signs & Signals

Photo: The Bee Playing Stevie Wonder by Linda Cohen

Signs & Signals Thursday June 16th 8:53am
Went to dinner at Milos with X last night in an opal-white glow of Luna Mother’s full-faced Sag moon. Supreme weather today/tonight. Very full-moony. Architecturally and monolithically magnificent and stunning chrome and silver silhouettes of heavenly-beacons of both modern tradition (Trump Tower) and ultra-modernity (Twin Time Warner Towers) sharing space with the clearest blue lavender-tinged, day-melting into night etheric blanket. And the beautiful man…sweet, sexy, manly, seemingly sensitive and wise, funny, considerate, again seemingly deep-souled hunk. But don’t tell him just yet that I said this although I probably will blabbermouth it out myself. Really????? I ask me? How many men in their Don Johnson tinged-gray late 50s hair do I find attractive? .00005% I would guess. And that could nearly include men in general. Lots of them look really good, and will sweet talk nearly all innocent holders of the vajayjay power. BUT so many of them do really stupid things like not giving up their subway seats to pregnant ladies, or fluttering in and out of truth, as if that could really be, with regard to whatever persona they wish to present on the spot… or disappearing altogether, sub Rosa. Sub Adam. You never know. No you don’t. Who does? Find out what you can from the cards, the tea leaves, the Runes, the Ching……a tapestry for understanding. A commitment to long-term growth and inner change….change, the only constant.

In the fun of the flight and the fancy hours edging incandescent towards midnight, X and I chose a Rune from the Nordic oracle -- it appears a backward F, kind of semaphore-like = Signals, The Messenger Rune, The God Loki

“The Keynote here is receiving messages, messages which may be of a new life….The connection with the divine is at hand. It is the signal to explore the depths, the foundation of life, and to experience the inexhaustible wellspring of the divine in your nature….At the same time you are reminded that you must draw from the well to nourish yourself and give to yourself. Then there will be more than enough to nourish others. A new sense of family solidarity invests this Rune.”
And just like that in the heart heat/loin heat of the moment Mr. X makes a toast to “us”.
Fun. Very fun.

To work at Namaste today. Very good fun…
Tonight Nour Han’s Student Belly Dance Show somewhere on The Bowery. Love the Bowery.

Essences: FES combo Sacred Heart by the bottles full. Gypsy Goddess Metatron for UNITY. Finally a new bottle of Rock Water arrived from FES. Pulled out the Blackberry from my regimen for the time being. Alaskan environmental essence Northern Lights for amazement. Also heavy on the FES Manzanita and research essence Blazing Star. Sticky MonkeyFlower to overcome fear of intimacy and lots of delicious Hibiscus for enhanced female sexuality.

i am a holy being.
I AM A LIVING GODDESS.

Freya's Day (Goddess Sabbath)

Dali Sculpture Photo by Linda Cohen

Freya’s Day (Goddess Sabbath) June 10, 2011 7:11 am

I’m cracking, wide open and to skeletal crystal iridescent -ivory smithereens, where ancient, hurtful, unloving patters release. A body to soul roller coaster. A chakra cyclone. A longed-for blessing. X and I had a date for last night, to top off a near one hundred degree day in the Big Apple. Threats of heavy rain, hail and thunder storms and even wild inner city tornados ominously lay over the city and surroundings. I emailed X to say we’d be best to take a rain/thunder/lightening/hail/tornado check. I felt good about this more balanced me who three years ago, or there about, I would have considered the stormy weather a test from Holy Spirit to see if X could make it in alive from Long Island to see me, dine me, sex me. Forget that. No more tests :-)

And everyone does what she/he wants to do, no guilt tripping. Pine essence is good for self-acceptance and freeing from feelings of guilt. Progress.

Things at Namaste are moving wonderfully well. I love the spiritual emporium, and love working there. I feel appreciated for my expertise in flower essence therapy. I am cultivating many new synchronistic and fascinating connections. The energy is very high. Everyone loves this store; it’s just right. Also a fantastic resource for crystals, crystal jewelry, amazing psychic/healing/meditation wands….so much! Moldavite bath salts. Imperial topaz “chips” for fifty cents. Television crystal to better read beneath the surface and all manner of Healing Herb Bach and FES flower essences. Heavenly music. And everywhere the faces of the gods and goddesses and Buddha in astounding forms.

Feeling so naturally the flow, the grace, the guts to stretch my lizard skins beyond their former fit. More energy. More clear space in my mind. More REAL work, inner and outer, greater manifestation through greater clarity and Ganesha’s divine protection. OM. OM I AM ONE. OM I AM HOME~~~

Where to take the Goddess Circles next season? Mystery. Ritual. Feeling our connection more and more BEING HER. Where I am challenged, hesitant, lack confidence, unsure….now pondering, “What would SHE do? Isis? Laxmi:? Quan Yin? Freya? Ochun? The Marys?

Creating higher ideals to live by “amid the garbage and the flowers.” The cosmos is spiraling from the sacred flower of life at its center, continually nurtured by Goddess energy, earth loving, compassionate, flowing, peaceful, in Grace the flower(s) bloom.

Expanding my essence taking, adding more River Goddess from healingforharmony, more DhanaLaxmi for sustaining, lots and lots of lilies....heavy Sacred Heart

Amid the Garbage and the Flowers
Photo by Linda Cohen

Signals

Photo: My Mom in the Garden by Linda Cohen
Father's Day 2011

Signals~~~~

June 9th 9:07 am – the thermometer in Shakespeare’s Castle in mid-Central Park is supposed to soar to 97…. and the ethers are filled with sooty gray ominous forms! I am waking up early. 7am. What a switch from just a few months ago. Took Bee to her new art and music, snack puppet and cheerio class. As always this complex complicated, quadruple Scorpio wench of a loving willful brilliant beautiful funny and utterly adorable and disarming imp – opens and fills my soul with love. UNCONDITIONAL LOVE. She’s quirky. She gets me. We’re a very good match! Bee and cherry.

The final Goddess Circle of the season starring Ochun was sweet tender, powerful, and life-affirming. The Circle is far greater than the sum of its parts. We are a spiritual cell in the Love Body of the Goddess when we meet, doing magikal, ancient and futuristic songs and prayers and dances and telling of our stories…exchanging information, aligning with each other’s lives for support and connection…The Whole is fun, unique, creative, uplifting, mirroring.

Very good morning at Namaste!.... Jewel of a spiritual oasis in a sea of the every day veil. Date tonight. Fun!

• All is well in my world.
• All I want and need comes easily and naturally to me.
• I am with the right man.
• I am filled with radiant creative energy and beauty (inner and outer).
• I CHOOSE.

Taking a lot of essences morning and night: Himalayan Lily, Blueberry Pollen, Gold, Blackberry, Manzanita, Blazing Star, Cayenne, Madjugorje Mallow (from Bosnia, where Madonna apparitions occur daily), David Dalton’s Werewolf Root (on my 2nd bottle this month) and cherie seed’s Moon Goddess. Sacred Heart is my staple.

I am OPEN to my highest good; the good of ALL.

Spirals & StarStreams

Ochun Alter Photo by Linda Cohen

Spirals & StarStreams~~~
June 8th Wednesday, final Goddess Circle of this season, Ochun: Orisia Goddess of Love, Pleasure, Sensuality, Fertility, Beloved by many, from her early African origin through the Diaspora which brought Ochun far and wide: to the Caribbean, especially Cuba, for whom she is the patron saint, to Haiti, Brazil, and all over the globe.

A magikal time of mystery and manifestation, high energy output=high energy return. The train comes on time as I pass my monthly metrocard through the turnstile, the B train, Sexy Secrets has the negligee that I want in my size! (rare), men offer their prized subway seats to middle age ladies, even girls in a packed A train in the 87 degree rush-hour haze. We’re smushed against each other’s sweat and still we are smiling, like a traditional Cuban son band waiting to play, we’ve got heart and we can share it, really. We are helping one another. Maybe, we feel, if we’ve made it this far, as in are still here on the Mother planet, there is an inner risk-taker, a positive sharing attitude, a protective golden field of light and life around us. Let’s have fun as best we can BE CAUSE who knows. Anything?

Yoga at DBGym with Tim is always a challenge and a hot handsome hilarious hoot of a contortionist’s dream but I am thinking of quitting this August 1…time for something new yoga-wise. JivaMukti? Pure? Kundalini? Dragon? But before I leave DB gym, I want to perfect, as in do an unassisted handstand against the what once had been the 23rd street YMCA second floor yoga studio wall. I did it once so far. This long-time vision. What a feeling of will and determination and strength overcoming fear. Very exciting, hand-standing on my own, after two maybe three years of teacher assists. The hand stand rocks. Met Cherie Seed at Flower Power at 1pm (www.healingforharmony.com). I love her Laxmi essences and other energy products which Lata may carry in the future; they just have to work out the details of Divine Intervention. Cherie is now working in India where she lives (she is Australian) making her sacred goddess medicines. I literally bought a 22K Laxmi pendent (reverse side Laxmi yantra) and chain off her neck, practically as she was about to leave to return to India, healthy-looking body. What a gift. I love this golden pendant I wear next to my silver Isis. OM ISIS the flow, the flower…And the flow. Meeting X and other new friends ;-) helps me realize the power of the healingforharmony essences and my own power. I am more able to step back before knee jerk reactions and reframe the scene. It’s fun and creative. My affirmations, journaling, spiritual practice and the tv show Men of a Certain Age help me. A SIGN: I hardly ever lose anything but I lost my red peace scarf about a month ago and I did let it go however it upset me. This unlike me carelessness. Then today, more than four weeks later, finding my peace scarf in a locker in the gym…like carrie finding her carrie necklace in S and the C, I felt. Readying for OCHUN celebration tonight! The 95 degree afternoon with Bee (while wild horrid shootings were blasting up, gang-style, kids at Brighton Beach) to her new art and music class. Fun!

Life is good again now. May the good health of my family prevail. May WE be kind to others and take the moments for exchange, meeting eye to eye with neighbors and friends and new friends too. May we be the shimmering love lights we are here to be…glowing, golden white pink lavender sparkling human astral peace candles….incandescent cosmic mother seeds.

Essences added: FES Sticky Monkeyflower for fear of intimacy; extra Rock Water and Pine, HHBach, barrels full of FES Sacred Heart and Dalton’s Werewolf Root essence.

I CHOOSE

Star Streams & Spirals

Photo by Linda Cohen

StarStreams & Spirals ~~~~
June 7, 2011, 7:40 am Morning Pages…

Everything’s looking so much brighter. Neater? Jimmy Cliff’s, “I can see clearly now….” echoes from Bee’s cherry red iPod. Feeling an ultra violet sense of peace.

I had a Brazilian full frontal waxing with a small triangle landing strip (the only sign of civilization remaining); the curly black tuft of pyramid marks the f spot. The jewels are beyond, so to speak, or perhaps within, or revealed from drawing the astral curtain behind said strip. Strip being an operative word. OUCH. Per a new guy I’m dating…. a “close shave” was Mr. X’s undemanding request. I should have known from being a Sex and the City devote/junkie….that the quality upkeep and maintenance of pubic hair is big IMPORTANT business and according to my Polish vajayjay-waxer Marta, from the land of densely thick blue bee’s wax, I am clueless as to the 2011 rites re: this sacred area. Kundalini serpents coiling. OK Game on! Wow it hurts, but nothing like an upper lip electrolysis torture session. So, piece of vanilla chiffon cupcake, yoni-pie, fresh-moan lawn romantic aromatic. I’m not used to the way it feels or looks…but if “it” makes sex better. Duh! Or DaDa. Or Yankee Doodle. Or Dali! Onwards to the current goddess’ offerings…. of revelations of the pomegranate mysteries, dakini-languaged- treasures, possibly available to the worthy male initiate in an astral bay window of time.. Wish-fulfilling gem. Swirls of raspberry cream, peppermint dream, smoothies on the hottest near-summer day. Tennessee Williams' South Carolina heavy vaporous gardenia airs.

I’m getting out on my silver blue steed-bike, Blue Tara, more. Central Park is blazingly beautiful and earth-fragrant in the early mornings, like a sweet moist blooming and beckoning pink lotus vajayjay. It’s the swelling blooms of lilac and the dripping dense purple wisteria vines, this year, that are so utterly perfuming the park’s ozone-rich emerald ethers, while the big silent trees are bursting with life-force prana. Morning time the park’s rich palate of greens, golds and pear blossom whites are the most dense and oxygenating in the city ( the river is good too). No cars allowed! It’s runners, bikers, strollers, amblers, ramblers, the lifeless looking homeless still asleep in the nooks and stone tunnels of the park that are regulars. Here, Mama Nature and her myriad sparkling creatures – before the day too fills with sunfire and the naked city streets are thick with gaseous yawning sputtering cars grabbing for the lights. It can get too tight.

Meeting cherie seed of www.healingforharmony.com at Flower Power at 1, après yoga. She’s just in from India for a couple of days. I feel her Laxmi essences helped facilitate a major shift in my reactionary patterns and super-sized my creative focus and flow! And being able to be more inclusive in my thinking, holistic, less constricted and judgmental. When I start judging myself I take a hit of Dr. Bach’s Pine. When there is flow….there is spiraling energy infinite! such that, if we are open, many new possibilities present themselves and we are more able to see them and choose the directions, actions, venues, thought –patterns, summer colors, playful third-eye bindis which further our Starpath views and Starpath views of others - to benefit All. Not so much time wasted in conflict and indecision. More trust in my intuition gives me greater confidence and self-acceptance. I believe this is to be a powerful meeting of shamans and that some good exchanges and ideas will be born today at Flower Power.

I believe in all the good unfolding now, the soul-cross-connections, the hyper in-syncs, inter-dimensional heavenly bodies co-joining and morphing. June 2011, with its 3 lunar eclipses, and the radiant orgone energy of life/sex opening wide its arms to rejoice the fountaining of Guru Rinpoch’s rainbow lights spraying our mucked-up carburetors clean, both loosening and firming our iron-man stiff joints, physically and emotionally. And if you happen to be a dancer WOW….feeling the red, orange, yellow, tourmaline pink-green heart space, light incandescent throat chakra radiating blue, indigo third eye and white/violet of our whirling Dervish crown ……chakras open from our long-stretching roots deep into Mother Earth - to our spindles of consciousness hip hopping the heavens, the Buddha fields….there’s a lot going on NOW with a deep sigh breath from the mouth. I have prayed, long and deep. And I have let it all go. Prayed more fervently and imagine how it could be. I’ve story-boarded, taken my essences faithfully and ritualistically, invoked the goddess and called often on Ganesh, Lord of Obsticles. I have taken bigger risks while still staying true to myself. I’m not testing so many people in my own mind any more = not testing myself. Let it be. Don’t force. Take a good seat and watch the magik show. Be the magik show. Be grateful for the magik show.

I feel the merits of my concentrated good works and am so grateful to Spirit and all the loving powers that be. O yes! There is so much more of me that needs greater disciplining, and I can accept that. And allowing myself to move more energetically and spiritually (inside too) – to a new level of freedom, flow and emotional flexibility. I am flowing, free-flowing, flowering with lotus love intentions and big klinky brass bracelets Ochun loves, burning yellow candles, watering and ingesting sunflowers.

Major essences of the moment: Himalayan Lily, Blueberry Pollen, Gold, Chia from Gypsy Goddess, (loving) FES Blazing Star, BLACKBERRY, MANZANITA, Pretty Face, Flourish Sacred Heart spray, Grace, Medugorje Mallow (Julia Graves) for Grace, and David Dalton’s Werewolf Root essence for radical change.

We are all here NOW.