Music

I have a stereo in my study. It is the greatest of indulgences and I love it more than than I thought I ever would. I have always had music in my life, in fact I made it my career for a time. I cannot imagine my life without its presence.
I heard a radio interview recently with a scientist who discovered that different tonalities turn on emotions in our brain. The higher the vibration, the higher the feeling of joy.
Why did we need science to confirm what us aural junkies have known for years?

Sadness requires Nick Cave, Tom Waits and Allegri Miserere.
Happiness requires Beach Boys, Brandenburg Concertos and Kylie Minogue remixes.

I love all music, I am eccentric in my tastes. Bach sits next to Ella Fitzgerald, who resides with Michael Jackson and Cold Chisel. I am not a music snob. I listen to everything I can and am forever downloading new tracks to experience new sounds.
I wonder of there a link between being a music lover and your own personal vibration?

Do we have our own personal soundtrack, like an aura?

Do we have an aural?

I think so.

Somedays, I am humming, literally. Other days my energy is the double bass in the orchestra.
I can quite easily change a bad mood to good with help from Stevie Wonder. Zero 7 chillaxes me and classical music calms me in heavy traffic.
Lounge room dance offs in my house are infamous with friends and family, car discos are popular with my kids and my trusty ipod has been known to come out at parties for dancing competitions.

Music is my connection.


I really love my new stereo.

Hell yeh!

This is hell money. This is the money that are offered to the Gods as appeasement after someone has died. It is also called spirit money.
I am building an altar to the Chinese god of literature Wen Ti. Apparently he likes the casholla.
I will offer him some to make sure things are gonna go peachy for my book.
He was quoted as saying, "Heaven decides literary success." Indeed Wen Ti. Indeed.
Wen Ti also gets a few celebrations throughout the year, unlike the other gods that just get one day. He is celebrated at both equinoxes as well as the third and eight month of the Chinese calendar.
Go Wen Ti!

Rituals for Full Moon in Sagg

It is nearly a full in in Sagg. Moon in Sagg is the best time for spells involving travel, sports, truth, writing, justice, horses; healing of the liver and thighs. I have pastured the horses for the winter and have no immediate travel plans. Sport does not thrill me, so truth, justice and writing it is!

I will go through my book of 5000 spells to find something wonderful and get back to you. If there is anything about horses in it, I will be sure to post for the ponyheads.

Wednesday = Nearly There

Apollo and the Muses

A very Venuisan weekend with the 7 Muses, very auspicious number nón?
4 are in the blessed state. Needless to say there was much eating, scratching of bellies and baby talk. I am all up for it, as I have babies and have a lots to say about anything I have experienced. Actually I also have much to say about things about which I know nothing. I claim this is part of my eccentricities. I just like to talk.
I often want to butt in on others conversations, chat with strangers. Cafés and public transport is like a form of communication torture to me. There seems to be so many interesting trades of information happening all around me, I want to be in all off them. At the centre of the trading table, gesticulating and learning.
This is my lesson, silent learning. Tomorrow. Tomorrow.Tomorrow.





Hush...






Shh...

I know its boring but still more Mars in Aries

Still more Mars in Aries learnings. As Astrobarry says, work with it, not against it and you will fly through the lessons at a speed of light.
To quote Jackie Stewart," Go, go , go, go!"

Now I am off to the lost weekend at the beach with the Sibyls and other witchy women. I have cooked the meal, Blessed is on the dessert and The Piscean Princess has provided the venue.
Hot stone massages, games of Psychic Challenge and tarot readings. Bring it on!

Vastu Shastra you say?

I just created an amazing abundance altar from my new Vastu Shatra book.
Lovely high level altar creation. Made me work for the beauty though. The final result is amazing and incredibly divine and special.
Vastu Shasta is the ancient sacred science from India that Feng Shui is based upon. Its is simpler then Feng Shui and maybe a little more organic, which is right for me. It is also based on Astrology, which is another reason I love it.

Am gonna ring Blessed now to discuss with her an altar for her future!

Mars in Aries rears its head again, thank god!

Mars in Aries has given me the courage to swiftly dealt with issues this week that have been keeping me awake at night.
Interestingly when the truth finally emerged this week about a particular work situation I have feeling powerless in, I had more support than I realised. From staff and clients alike they have come and spoken their truth to me today, now it is all out in the open.
Perhaps when you broach the subject honestly then will people speak freely. Coming out of this and hearing from people, I realise how much damage was being done behind the scenes and in fact I was adding to this debris by not facing it squarely and stopping the energy in its tracks.
"Moving forward" as the Californian Girl stated to me today and breathing a sigh of relief.
"Indeed." I reiterated. Off to cleanse the mind and soul this weekend, with my "silly spiritual stuff,"[ SSS, its shall be known hereafter]. Hilarious.

Solar Return

I am turning into an Astro Dork, having just had a satisfactory experience with a Solar Return chart for my birthday. Lovely year ahead and have to put to rest any fear or concerns I may have had. Already this year is turning out swell and its only 2 days post birthday!

Opoponax, you say?

The Piscean Princess and Blessed Seraph shared their love with me and gave me some of their time to give me wonderful birthday gifts. 5000 spells from Blessed, which should keep me busy for a while. So informative and divinely presented, like the Blessed Seraph herself!

Piscean Princess gave me some perfume which I am loving more than I thought possible. At a dinner with friends on Saturday night, I sent the bottle around the table and we all tried to guess what the divine note was in the perfume that struck a cord with us. After internet investigation, I find it is Opoponax that sings so sweetly. A resin otherwise known as Sweet Myrrh. This is why I love it so. It reminds me of rituals with the Sibyls.

Here are some facts on Opoponax:

• King Solomon allegedly regarded the opoponax as the noblest of incense gums.

• In the penultimate chapter of James Joyce's Ulysses, Leopold Bloom recognizes opoponax as an ingredient in the perfume of his wife, Molly.

• In the novel Black House by Stephen King and Peter Straub, the word opopanax is used repeatedly and constantly in a nonsensical fashion, as both a verb and an adjective (e.i "distant cry of the opoponax", the opoponax this, the opoponax that, etc) eventually becoming a symbol for all the strange and incomprehensible events unfolding in the book.

Thank you Sibyls.

Masterdom

"The Master has given up helping because she knows that there is no one to help. And since she loves and understands her own nature, she realizes that in every action she is serving herself and sitting at her own feet. So there is nothing she gives that she doesn't receive in the same motion, as the same internal experience. Even when she appears not to give, that is what she is giving. The Master is the woman who dented your car, the man who stepped in front of you on line at the supermarket, the old friend who accused you of being selfish and unkind. Do you love the Master yet? There's no peace until you do. This is your work, the only work, the work of the Master.” - Byron Katie, A Thousand Names for Joy: Living in Harmony with the Way Things


Is Mars In Aries the Ultimate Master?
I think so. Whilst my Spiritual journey has allowed me to experience many things. Astrology has resonated the most deeply within my soul. So I use Astrology as a board from which to make the leap of faith.
This Mars in Aries has allowed me to see lessons before me instead of obstacles. Bow before the Master and know you have been transformed in its presence.

Sun conjuncts sun

It's my birthday today.

Has Astrobarry been reading my diary?

"How can you possibly decide who you want to be, with all these strongly voiced (or just-as-strongly unspoken) opinions bearing down from those who claim to love you (even as they hint that their 'love' may come with conditions)? Stop running from what you were taught you should be, and stop following other people's ideas of who you are. Your new start begins with deciding to decide for yourself."

This shit stops now I tell ya.
Working with Mars not against it.
More than happy to let go if means release from this internal struggle. It has to change and I have to do the work to change it.
The fire within burns, bringing me closer to the inevitable ashes of the old self. A ceremonial cremation of self. I look forward to it, I shall wear black and a kicky hat.

Has anyone got a match?

Leave a message after the tone.

Lately everyone I know has gone to the mattresses, underground or retired to their respective caves. I have been ponderous, pessimistic and paranoid.
So I dragged my sorry butt to my bunker and got myself a fine and dandy flu/black lung and tried to grow the hell up. Astrobarry blames Mars In Aries for these internal conflicts. The only answer is anger or action.
Never a big fan of anger, so action it shall be.

I spent the evening with the Grecian Goddess and found her a new business name and by 11.00am this morning she had registered both the name, her web address and written her letter of resignation. Talk about action. Thats what happens when the Sun trines Mars in Aries in her chart. Working with not against.
Inspired by the Goddess in Action, I am off to list my areas of action and get to making it all happen. Perfect new moon rainy day activity. Oh yes, and make a casserole.

Ode to a lemon

Out of lemon flowers
loosed
on the moonlight, love's
lashed and insatiable
essences,
sodden with fragrance,
the lemon tree's yellow
emerges,
the lemons
move down
from the tree's planetarium

Delicate merchandise!
The harbors are big with it-
bazaars
for the light and the
barbarous gold.
We open
the halves
of a miracle,
and a clotting of acids
brims
into the starry
divisions:
creation's
original juices,
irreducible, changeless,
alive:
so the freshness lives on
in a lemon,
in the sweet-smelling house of the rind,
the proportions, arcane and acerb.

Cutting the lemon
the knife
leaves a little cathedral:
alcoves unguessed by the eye
that open acidulous glass
to the light; topazes
riding the droplets,
altars,
aromatic facades.

So, while the hand
holds the cut of the lemon,
half a world
on a trencher,
the gold of the universe
wells
to your touch:
a cup yellow
with miracles,
a breast and a nipple
perfuming the earth;
a flashing made fruitage,
the diminutive fire of a planet.

Pablo Neruda

I like this poem also, but it didn't make me cry. If I got lemon juice in a paper cut I would cry.......or in a head wound.....

If you forget me

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.


Pablo Neruda

I love this poem. Each line is like an incantation or spell. When I read it tears pricked my eyes. A poem like this says more about feelings than any book could ever hope to achieve. I wanted to share it with you. The Moon is in Taurus moving into Gemini. Passion and love merging into expressing oneself creatively.

Perchance to dream

Amazing dreams last night all thanks to my Pisces moon and the new moon being in Taurus.
Lovely stuff. New moon came in at 5.30am this morning. Make your wishes before 1.30pm and get ready to fly. I am off to do something amazing today, I hope, if not then at least do something.

P.S Thanks to The Contessa for my pressie. Come over anytime after school so we can play. My mum will call your mum.

Late night Tarot showing

Yowser! Late night with some lovely fellow seekers throwing Tarot and i-ching. The skies were kind last night with many questions answered and spiritual paths cleared. I do have a woolly head today.
Meanwhile Tarot to be shared with y'all.
The Celtic cross is fascinating. It has cross in the middle of the spread. This is what is called the 'hub'. These are the issues that your world is turning around. See below.


Then there is another cross.


The horizontal line symbolises your past to future from left to right.
The vertical lines symbolise the journey from unconsciousness to consciousness, from top to bottom.

The cards on the outside are called the 'staff' and this is where your inner guide, the observer helps you understand what is happening in the cross.

The tarot gets you talking and thinking. Hopefully this will help you take action at at least think about your next move.

Anyway, my next move is to the coffee shop, so have a nice day!

Welcome back!

Moon is in Aries, moves into Taurus tomorrow thank god! Hard day back at the ranch today.

I am heavily into Tarot and my new track Suit at the moment. Those of you who spoke to me over the last week, I am sorry. I have been giving my track Suit way to much airtime and I am trying to move onto new subjects, like tarot. I am planning on spending the evening with my Tarot and will post later about my learnings for those who are interested.

Later.

P.S I give the track Suit a capital 'S' because it deserves it. It is so bloody good I tell you! In fact call me and I will tell you about it. I nearly bought them all for my lady friends last week but thought that maybe that was way too Taurean and I am pressing my likes onto everyone else. Taurus have a habit of that. Or maybe its just me. But I get so excited when I find something swell! We think we know the best of everything, which we probably know a lot of the best but so does many other signs. Scorps have sexy taste and can hunt out a bargain. Geminis are very clever in their purchases also. Pisceans knows what works and are classic, classic, classic. Never a wrong foot with them......I digress in this dress.

Ok, enough about the track. Sorry. My life is small, dark and lonely sometimes.

Whatcha reading?

I have been thinking about the librarian at my sons school this morning. A jollier, happier soul you could never meet. She is smiling all the time, and intuitively knows the right books to recommend to the children. I think she is a witch or at least a fairy. Recently my son and I saw penguins at the St Kilda pier. Nesting amongst the rocks and then diving off them in a display that would rival a Busby Berkley musical routine. So gorgeous and exciting to see them in the wild and being all 'penguiny' in their charm.
The next day my son did not have time to get some new books from the library so the librarian sent a selection down to him. Amongst the books was a story of Alfreda the St Kilda penguin who lived at the pier. I know! Special. When I questioned her knowing, she claimed to not know but merely that the book at seemed like something the Pisces son would like. Bingo!

This librarian reads children books for a living. She loves them, picture books, chapter books, they all matter to her. I think this is why she is so special. Her mind has been kept young and filled with the wonder of life and possibilities. Miracles happen in the books of our youth. We are able to climb trees and visit magical lands. Spiders make webs with words in them. Friend ships are honest and pure and we marry the boy that pulled our red plaits in the schoolyard.

Then suddenly we read books to make us smarter, more educated and in my opinion, less in touch with optimism. I know someone who is obsessed with reading books about Islamic women and their oppression. 'Veil books' she calls them.
Do they serve to make her feel better about her choices in life? Does she feel oppressed and somehow reading these books make her feel what freedom she does have more intently? I don't know, I am just pondering while I type. Maybe she was an Islamic woman in a last life?

I recently watched a movie where the overworked heroine takes a holiday with a stack of books off the New York Times best seller list. She thinks she finally has time to read them, not because she wants to but because she feels she has to. They are at the top of the list so she 'should' read them. In fact, she does not really want to read them they are not of any interest to her, but she does not know herself at all and does not trust her likes and dislikes to go in search for what she does want to read about.

Right now my daughter is in be with her latest book, Each Little Bird That's Sings. What a gorgeous title. I plan on reading it after her. Not because I have to but because I want to. And then I am going to read all my favorite childhood books again.

I want to revisit The Little White Horse and The Would Be Goods. The Children of Green Knowne. I may even crack the Trixie Belden series again. Nancy Drew anyone? I want to read what inspires, makes me laugh and hope.

Really this diatribe is not about what you should read. Who the hell am I to say?
But my gentle suggestion is to consider reading more about what brings us joy either in the choice of book or the subject matter. I honestly think we would then have fewer wrinkles, like the jolly librarian.
And that is what most of us are searching for, a wrinkle free future.

What a hoot!

Hi, My name is Olivia. I am both a country and city girl, feeling equally at home in either. I love to rip the heads of possums and eat them whole. I also have the cute habit of regurgitating the fur and bones and only keeping down the flesh. Yummy!
I am looking for a fella who will enjoy this habit with me and can move easily between my pads in the urban sprawl and the bushland.
For an extended profile read more here.

Make a Wish

Reading, writing and coughing. I have gone and gotten myself a cold from over thinking and having too much to process in the last week. Good one!

In my recent reading I found this tidbit of info and thought I would share it with you.

This image is of a wish box. In Feng Shui, these are über important. This one has the symbol for Double Happiness which would be nice as a wedding present.

They are used to focus energy on your personal wishes. Wishes are written on paper and placed in a special box. Sometimes crystals are then added to the box to give it extra power. Then the box is put in an area of the house that has energy. The box is opened every so often and the wishes are read aloud. Once a wish is fulfilled it is removed from the box. New wishes are added to the box when desired. Boxes come with instructions for use and placement based on Feng Shui principles.

I have put one on my desk at home and at work. I have lots of pretty boxes lying around and now they have a purpose.






My first wish is to get rid of this cold.

Venus between us

Venus has moved to my 12th house, meaning selflessness in love and getting down with my inner hippie.

Natally, I have nothing in my 12 th house, so I am always thrilled when someone comes to visit.

Venus has made herself welcome by me finishing edits of 2 chapters of my book, decluttering Pisces Son's room after watching a terrifying Oprah episode on Friday. See here.

More folks over for lunch today. Autumn yummies in the oven and incense burning, serenity is the choice of the day, inside and outside.

Little pink ears

Gorgeous dreams about swarthy babies born with ringlets and hoop earrings last night.
Pretty little thing, very fashion forward to be born with earrings.

Nine

15,714 emails to be deleted. This cannot be good. Add them together and you get 18, add this together and you get 9.

Other night I dreamt I found a bag and before I opened it I asked for something to be inside it Meant specifically for me. Inside was cheque written addressed to me and the amount was $3744.54. Added together this comes to 27 [ my fave number] add this together and you get 9.

Nine Trivia.

All numbers rise in series of nines and then begin again, and that babies are born in the ninth month, lends itself to nine symbolising the completion of a process, or stage of growth. There are also, in some mythologies and religions, nine orders of angels or forces. At the ninth hour, the veil is rent between spirit and matter. The astrological sign is Sagittarius, the sage or counsellor. It rules the thighs, and the ninth house rules travel and dreams.


Maybe my thighs will get smaller now?

Thoughts?

Maybe if I pray.

I know there is an Angel of Sighs but is there an Angel of Thighs?

Scorpio Moon Rising

Full Moon in Scorpio at 8.42pm this evening.

The truthful moon. Write down want you to release and let it go. Let it go.

I am off to write mine down, burn them and drink them in a fine red wine.
I transmute myself.
I am the Transmutator!

Later!