10.27.12 Saturday
So I’m in way over my head again. Both Jesus and Marilyn Monroe are back with me. I don’t really know if I ever expected
that my Ceremony would rid me of MM.
But she did disappear for a while.
Yesterday she beeped the door chime on my truck; just once. Even the door chime ding has a varied
tonality when she beeps it!
Sometimes it’s clumsy and tenuous.
Sometimes it sends chills up my spine. Sometimes it scares me, and sometimes it makes me
furious. Yesterday, it was so
matter-of-fact, I just noted it and kept driving. She didn’t appear in my dreams. But all morning I could feel her presence.
I was watching UP with Chris Hayes on MSNBC early this
morning, and switching to CBS during commercials. There she was, all blonde and in bed with white sheets
pulled up to her neck, looking divine.
While she was gone, she appeared in a credit card commercial as a work
of art in a gallery, looking vapid and lost. Even on TV she manages to communicate. It was a real treat, in the early years
of my Initiation as a Shaman, to watch her movies with her on the TV. She would tell me things about what was
going on. She would manipulate her
image to make her jaw look huge, or to make a long wrinkle of fat on her
back. Now I can’t stand to see
her!
One of the ways we learn to recognize the true nature of
reality is when Spirit is present and active. She unites various levels of reality, space and time and
‘mood’ because of the expanded and augmented nature of her divinity, --her
Spirit, her Goddess Nature, her nature as an ALLY.
On Tuesday, the 23rd, I was doing yoga in the
morning, and I could feel Jesus with me.
As I was doing a heart-opener with a Chi Mudra twist, he muttered deep
within me, “I Die!” Since then he
has remained out of my consciousness.
The next day, the moon cycle shifted, and the rains came. There is a feeling that comes with the
rain, which connects it with the Moods of the Moon. This rain has been a nasty rain. Mostly a drizzle, it’s been dark, dank, and cold. My teeth began to hurt. This was my body relating to the energy
drain from Jesus, deep within me.
Even my stool was affected.
The spirits eat it for its energy.
(Google Tlazolteotl, Goddess of Love and Excrement. She was with me for a while in
’06. She spoke through me by
forcing my mouth into an extreme bucktooth configuration…. She is an aspect of Marilyn Monroe.) Then I got a message from “Reynard”.
Reynard is the Werewolf Master of the Montana Flood region
of Eastern Washington. I first met
him in Ellensburg. He set the
witches to attack me so as to drive me out of town, and I ended up here in
Yakima. Reynard is a
red-head. He showed up as the son
of Frank, next door in apt. #3, early this summer, with a shit-load of trouble. After a couple of Shamanic treatments
on him and his Native girlfriend, things smoothed out and they found a house a
few blocks away. He helped me to
see the ‘lines of force in the universe’ which would allow me to gain access to
the spirit ‘handles’ on the un-evolved souls who inhabit this region. There are many mythical and fairie folk
who live in human form, but never migrate to the urban areas. They are creatures of the earth, and
have a very special energy vibe.
Meeting with them was one of the main reasons I was moved here to
Yakima. Their energies were
certainly a shock to my system!
As the rains broke for a while, I was able to install a
small shipping pallet I had scavenged from the hops warehouses on my way home
from the coffee shop a few mornings ago.
It fit nicely at the alley edge of my compost heap. So I was able to rake the three years
of compost onto some cardboard, set in the pallet and bolster it with stones,
and refill the space with my beautiful, fully transformed compost. Truly a prize! I love it when the vortexes tell me
where to work in the yard. I
always start with the rake, and clean the area before I enter, and things flow
smoothly from there. Otherwise,
they don’t flow at all. The garden
rake is the Shaman’s key to the earth, as the broom is the Witch’s key to
flight.
My yoga dance with Jesus led to a vision of the male
genitals, which was transferred to the new rattle I made to use with the chakra
board. As I gave myself a chakra
treatment on Thursday, I was directed to sit in the Ting. (“Ting” is the Chinese word for
cauldron, the name of I Ching hexagram #50, the most favorable in the
book. It is the name I have given
to the Buddha Vortex, after Buddha left with Jesus and Quetzalcoatl to become
Xoxolotl, my Anaconda Nagual, Lord of the Underworld.) As I sat there, I went into
trance, and my genitals opened to send my DRAGON into the world. He is no longer an Anaconda. He has morphed into a dragon, and while
I was being amazed at this vision, he sprouted his wings! My genitals exploded, and I burst out
in a ‘ROARRR’.
As I sat there, amazed, he told me his name is “TEOTL” Nahuatl for “God”. At the same time, I was getting a
message from the yoga mat on the floor in front of the Ting. It features a large black circle, or
Bindu, center of the universe. The
bindu was fluctuating in a sort of Morse Code. It was a way to alert me to the fact that I should time my
Full Moon ceremony to the Dark Crescent, three days after Full. And just at that moment, I repeated my
Death Rattle. While Teo was
emerging from my yoni, I was giving off a powerful noise from deep in my
throat, which registered in some part of my consciousness as my death rattle.
I don’t know what’s going to happen next. The moon is Full in two days. I’ve lost track of what I’m supposed to
do for Ceremony. As I did my
recapitulation this morning, it was clear that I have a duty. In my role as Quetzalcoatl, a title I
received years ago during my Initiation as a Shaman, it is my duty to put an end
to the present (Christian) era. It
may be that this is happening as Jesus becomes my Nagual. Or that could be just another Spirit
mirage. It seems I will wait until
I feel that burning rage which shapes itself into a white-hot fury, to burn
through meteorites, and I will know what to do as I’m doing it, as usual.
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