Anamnesis in Amplexus Folk ,Family, Friends ,Fans and Followers

A coupling, linkage between

Embracing what feels Real from distant memory.

the space allowed between ourselves and others,

Our movements and relationships to the past.

An awareness of being part of a collective and collaborative unconscious form, that is beyond Our immediate focus of attention or ability to perceive individually..

An Instinct to cluster and gather

To keep up with one another

There is caring, and there is competition with every crowd.

There is the urge to Move together ,to follow and chase.

We simply avoid bumping and crashing while we go with the flow .

Hanging on to what we love,

and the possibilities in making a change in future direction.

A new turn in an old chain

A habit that is inherited and passed on

Older than Imagination  

It is a reflex of recognition, not an Ideology, or behavioral discipline.

It is not learned , but remembered and shared.

“ You know ?,….I don’t know ?! “

I think He knew, I didn’t Know, and I wanted Him to know that I knew that.
This Guy could smell a lie, and I was on the spot for some kind of extemporaneous utterance.
My spontaneous vocal response in answer to the Iconic Author of the Popular  Folk Hit  based in ancient  Ubi sunt poetic tradition, “Where have all the flowers gone?”
It was a couple Summers ago, His Wife Died this Summer,  He Died this week..
He and His Wife were partners ,in a way that  inspires.  Coupling   Union
I believe the Super human spirit that touched millions through this Mans mind and voice, came from a Mega Heart that is active engaged and committed  to relationship dialog.
My build up to Imbolc was accented by this passing of a person that I have associations with work and song, “ If I had a Hammer”
What am I to say?
There is Power in the People
  Having seen a living breathing singing Hero up close was to know that  people are Magicians  working the Power of Song.                  Activating Audience!

After the Hero’s last breath, the story goes on.
Legendary and practically sainted in his  life
He is now even more
outspoken Dead
An Activist among the continuance
An Agent of compassion and solidarity in the Spirit Realm with concerns about the world and what change people working together can bring about, 
Should bring about         Here and Now



Keening is a spontaneous outpouring of grief and sorrow most often in the form of a  prolonged shrill cry  with a droning gasp on the inhale.
Some where between a hyperventilating crying fit, and a more controlled yet emotional expression of loss and lament
Keening is the impact of Knowing
The state of shock,                     and wishing you didn’t know,
or that somehow what you know is not true.
It was the Cry of  the Mother
Bride of Bress ,who saw her son ,  pierced , Mortally wounded by the Magic Weapon of  her own people.
What is it about spying on the Art of Making, and Trying to destroy a creator with their own creation that bring an end  to Ruadan?


This is the time of Weather divination,  but.
You Know,                            I don’t Know

Perennial ,Pressure , Passion , and Purity

 

 

Response is Key.

The Heart of Communication,Communion,Community.Clouds

The responsiveness of pressure differences between bodies

The coming and going in waves

Climactic and Climatic  tension and release

Responsive Environment. Social World, Dynamic dimension

Variations on Atmospheric pressure.and swelling and rising

Winds and weather  patterns  preexist  Life on this Planet.

Most of the surface of the Earth is covered by that which was deposited ,

or transformed by its’ interaction with                 Animate    WATER.

     Temperament                     and                      Temperature

It is the Sun,  that excites Water,  and stirs the deep sea currents and the jet stream

 

It is the Water’s Passionate relationship to temperature and light that display its differing qualities of form.

The mutability that provides the motion for the models of spirits’ movement.

It is the Sexy Shape shifter story that started it all.

From Sea to Sky and back, with its’ Lofty heights and incredible depths

returning ,circulating

Streams flowing, currents converging.

An exchange of bodily fluids of unimaginable proportion and dimension

Seasonal Sanitation and hygiene may have been pagan purification practices related to cleaning, sweeping, washing, polishing, shining and Sacrifice.The separation and removal, the work involved in giving something up.

Also the notion of Protected or Sheltered  Space and the effort or cost of upkeep and maintenance to avoid loss to the mix.   Exposure to the Elements    

Particularly domestic and sustenance concerns, the Home Order,

the Safety of the Live stock and Hearth.

The Things that need our attention and care.

Milk is Mammal Magic Manna

It is Fluid energy, a Life Food

It is the big thing that makes us different than the cold blooded egg laying things of the world.

We represent a survival investment strategy in having  to produce fewer offspring but being able to nurture and express warmth to another

Milk has a special value and meaning as a potentially  precious gift that is a naturally externalized conveyance .

Fawn and Calf and Foal Know of the Nipple, People and Pigs as well.

Our Natural Nuzzling urge, We are responders, transmitters of energy, warm and caring.

A product of instinct and weaning .

We are learning, Hungry  Receivers before  developing any Self awareness or understanding.

Beings that are Nursed are trained or conditioned with food.

Humans have taken advantage of this knowledge in ways that other Mammals haven’t .

Domestication and appetite are part of animal husbandry,

Control by care,

It’s Not easy.

A lot of work Creating and  Maintaining, Protecting and Providing

But the mind that can churn cream into butter,craft cheese or yogurt can transform the fluid resource distribution of one species to our own.

We do have a fiery  and passionate heart in our breast.

A great  Regulator, circulator at our center and a suckling reflex of our  unremembered infancy.

 

Supportive Relics

One of the many discoveries I’ve made in Neo Paganisms’, New ways of looking at Old ways has been a new appreciation of our Multiple ,and often, Transitional Spirit Helpers.

Causing Me to wonder….

Does our personal crisis act as a call to Protective Beneficial Spirits?

Are the Security  Blankets and favorite Toys of our childhood

Our companion Spirit relationship?  Shrines,  a contract of caring.

Is this an out growth of  our sense of Familiarity,Favoritism,and projected desire?

Or do things reach out and touch us? specifically?, help us? in special times in our life?

Does Need itself, summon ,and cause to assemble, a certain type of creative, formative, building and bridging and blessing, Healing?

Spirits  with a function and identity of mending,and joining, that some how allow us to keep on?

The seemingly impassable becomes a thing of the past, 

Deductive reason and mechanistic logic, they are in fact inventions.of ours.

Our methods of sizing up the situation and spanning the gap.

Reducing things to there most simple symbolic form for our convenience and understanding is not only inaccurate it is rude and selfish.

Things aren’t Individual because they will themselves to be.

There is a Bonding and assistance from the outside and the inside.

Take notice that the Sky is propped up, All Life is Nannied .

Things are full of unseen contributors, and invisible sponsors,

A Great and Vast Inspirisy ! of collective conjecture and collaborative Creations.

Spirits every where , the inorganic Beings around us are in on it too……

Uniform Monism is not integral or apparent as a singular organizational principal of production or creativity.

Instead we have an eccentric diversity of forms of life, and no explanation as to why we grow and behave the way we do.

Necessity and invention do not seem to be coupled in explanation for the differences in everything.

There is a predisposition for variety and novelty, Yet things do not atomize into random static.

The ways of things are not chance,  there is wisdom in the garbled,and truth in the nonsensical,There is a place in the cosmos for the irrational and oblique.

Accept that the unknowable exists, and appears to like being that way.

 

All Things are helped along,

Paths cross, orbits are altered. Things are copied, stolen or eaten,

Transformed into more and more elaborate exotic stuff,

An enhanced variable psychic stickiness with a taste for the dramatic and colorful……..Seasonal…….Local….Expandable and expendable

Fertile foundations for growth. Material for Art

Influence

Our sources of comfort are nothing to feel bad about,

They are not something we outgrow.

They should be recognized and respected, honored in memory and act,now and then.

Along with the Helping Spirits and the spirit of helping. The feeling of  a caring presence If only in memory, is the Belief in the magic of nurturing and the difference it makes in the World.

It is in the closeness that we feel whole

The People, Pets, and Places,

The Pillows, the Paths, the Play.

The Helpers along the Way

Ambient Isotropy , Telluric Tautology, Sidereal Syncretism

     

What is the Big Deal?

 

Why does everything have to be such a Big deal?

Part of a complex fabric, twisted and woven, intertwined and intermingled?

Lots of little deals!    each knot a binding,   an exchange agreement,    or understanding.

Each fiber placed and  pulled and given new form and meaning ,purpose and plan.

Individual  strands of thread are given,

     Identity!

and  Destiny!

There are no heroic tales of the struggles with  free will of the errant string .

We have a much more visceral Pagan association of insides and outsides,

with the guts of the world woven into a tapestry that we are inseparably  part of.

Our sense of Self is related to how we perceive that which is not self, or other.

Our Sense of comfort is all about the feeling of fit with our immediate surroundings or space.

  Our Body, Our Envelope of control and awareness,         yes,

but our butt as well,  Out of sight, out of mind  ,  our unthinking seat

We are mostly made up of a lot of unawareness,and we don’t have control of much.

Nothing to be ashamed of.

Part of our Authentic Self.

You don’t need to be thoughtful, willful and compassionate about anything and everything.

You should recognize that you do embody that possibility

You have that magic power,

To use or not,

in between breaths

without thinking

Just for being here

A part of it all

Sitting

Now,

One of the things I feel I can say with some degree of certainty is that things don’t often turn out  exactly as they are imagined or planned for, This holds true for Prayer and wishes too.

It is not all about Intent,

It is not about the judgment of success or fear of failure,

It is not a matter of targeting your goal and making that change.

It isn’t about your magic control or mastery of forces ..

It’s not about knowing what you are doing

It is realizing that we are doing

certain of the uncertain effects our actions have

  Not Knot Theory

There is a larger frequency and probability of undiscovered indirect effects of actions and Spirits on one another.

A certainty in the patterning and ordering nature of Things

The Cloth or the web,

Our references

The links and turns of connectivity that  are seemingly not random or accidental.

The singularity is not in the definition of boundaries and borders of one body from another.

Existence is not a spatial dominance contest about influence and proportions

It is  the quest within the question, to search out the Directing agents,

The Crafting Hands in the Making

The Spinners, the Weavers.

Not  to Beg and grovel for a better lot in life, Not to seek favor or advantage .

Wanting to be witness  of wonder and perhaps copy the creative Act

For those of us who find purpose in puzzle, and wonder in Art.a greater reward than acquisition and accumulation there is this….

The reaffirmation , of our ability to reach out and connect a new

We all share the same life line.

attachments, our relationships,

Our alignments

To seek Comfort, Knowledge, and Blessing

 

Toroidal telepathy , Axiomatic homeomorphism

Between the lithosphere and the magnetopause there is a lot going on, too big to get your head around.

Trying to keep it down to Earth,
I don’t find the question of existence of this or that, to be as interesting as coexistence.
It is not the understanding  of the operation, but the cooperation I find everywhere and in everything that make Me wonder.
It seems like things are just more active and diverse than they need to be.
Everything
Nothing is simple
Every thing displays an energetic relationship with its’ surroundings, that is not entirely passive.
For some Magic reason
Things work
It is not the action but the interaction, the glue that binds reality together.
Within and without there is a organizational nature and process that we are all part of.
In the mix.
Contained,enclosed, extended vortex,inside and out,round a bout .
form and formless,not in the process of change  its  self ,
but the willingness or desire for …..Exchange…… and Symmetry .



Action and Balance are parts of the same loop, or hoop of Being.
A continuous surface that fold in on themselves harboring an unanticipated dimension.
Space and Spirit and Presence

occupancy, volume,Form, Material substance, energy, heat and weight, load transfer , direction, velocity
An exponential expansion of exotic coincidentals engaged in opportunity enhancement
Bare foot , or paw in snow,
Each track different,
A different foot or toe or time or temperature
A moment within a moment
capturing movement
steps
Why would something as impermanent and unthinking as impressions in a thin blanket of powdery snow have so much information, subtlety,and detail ?
Such a responsive world,with so much to say.

Happy Endings

Story  is the  root of  My tradition.

It is nice not to have to claim a special relationship with the Gods or the Cosmos.

I don’t have to profess my knowledge or share my Holy insights as part of a contract with the people and their Souls and the Afterlife.

I don’t have to have direct experience of the subject, I certainly wont  claim to control  or own it, or force others to accept it as truth.

I am in the Ancient habit of Story.

I listen to story, I see story, I think and believe in story.

It may be a simple reflex of memory and a desire for resolution ,

to long for Happy Endings

I think that we conceptually jump to conclusions, and focus on desired outcomes as part of our Minds way of editing and linking  episodic information for recall.

We find comfort and relation in Story

There is a strange emotional experience when a story ends.

It feels to me as if Story itself has Life,Spirit or Soul.

Something else entirely is happening with the Story's retelling or sharing,It’s recording and distribution.

Before the clerics and scribes made their reference materials the object of their integrity and devotion there is a reverence for Story and Memory ,associations with Recall and Rebirth or Reanimation.

Storytelling,Enchanting, connecting to another is magic of influence that continues after the authors’ Death.

Legend

We are our Stories, and the stories of others

Everything

Story

 

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