Most people, perhaps thoughout their entire lives, have both a favorite color and number. I have had both since early childhood. However for the non-spiritual, as I have been though most of my life, there would be little or no impetus to do anything with them. We know that there is something called "numerology"; although I feel a stronger connection to letters, and loosely have referred to a "letterology" of sorts.... which is more tied to synchronicity in the way that I use it. Another natural tie-in to this, the third component, are colors. There are definite occultic meanings to colors. I am not, in any way, very knowledgeable in numerology or of the meanings of colors. However, if we combine a threefold of favorite number, letter, and color, we discover some powerful symbolism unique to ourselves as spiritual beings.
Lets begin with your favorite number and color, which are the most common individual symbols outside of your specific details. If they are 9 and blue, then a blue 9 in a font of your choice should resonate something within you. If you use your imagination, then you could come up with different ways to express this, such as a blue 9-pointed star, or a blue circle with the 9 in the center in neutral colors (white or black).... or the neutral color could be on the outside, and it could be a different shape such as a square or rounded square. You get the idea. Now when you add the third component, the letter, then it can get very interesting as far as finding various ways to express the trifold in symbols. If your favorite letter is an R, then it could be expressed as a blue 9-pointed star with a white R in the middle. A blue R with a line extending from the top left side to form a
conflated 7R could be another way to disguise the symbolism a bit. You might double the number, in this case to an 18, and express it; or perhaps utilize the corresponding number for the letter in some manner. As you can see, there are many possible combinations to work with.
When a symbol is inverted, it symbolizes the negative aspect. However, "negative" could also represent negativity in response to some sort've unfairness or intrusion towards oneself. Perhaps you might express this with a backwards blue 7 or blue R. It would seem that whatever symbolism is used, it would be best expressed in some type of artwork; or perhaps some form of rustic backyard art such as something that could be hung on a fence or laid about the ground; such as a wood carving or a painted stone or tile. If you think of it, while we are on the subject of individual symbolism, one could create personal esoteric works that may symbolize some great personal accomplishment, relationship, close person who's passed on, place and/or time period. Moreover, one may symbolize an artwork that memorializes a great personal loss or defeat; perhaps with the idea that it was a learning experience, and/or that great things can occur after an initial defeat. There's a certain strength that can come from it; and there's a certain power from bi-fold or especially tri-fold symbol of "number/letter/color." .
Sometimes the exact evening of a full moon can be confused due to the exact hour/date... but this one's real simple: Monday Evening. We're having some warm weather, so it should be special as I'm hiking up to a different location. A full moon is always a great excuse for an evening hike. All I'm going to take is a portable chair, flashlight, and a 34 ounce container of cold coffee since I'm going to be out there late this time.
'Manifest' is a new and apparently a paranormal-themed program, which is due to air its pilot episode Monday evening on NBC.
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Natasha Henstrige
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Oakland - SF Metro's "2nd city" I can view downtown Oakland from our window here. San Francisco-Oakland is a separate metro from San Jose. On a very clear day I can see, from higher elevation, all of the huge docks and cranes; the port of Oakland is the staging area for most of the incoming goods from Asia on the west coast.
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Theodore John Kaczynski, Industrial Society and Its Future (1995) The Revolutionary Conservative Our Publisher, Augustus Invictus, reads *Industrial Society and Its Future* by Theodore John Kaczynski PDF copy of Technological Slavery: The Collected Writings of Theodore J. Kaczynski, a.k.a., "The Unabomber" [which includes Industrial Society and Its Future]: http://cnqzu.com/library/Politics/Kaczynski%20-%20Technological%20Slavery.pdf
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That's currently a dead link, but that PDF is easy to find. With the seemingly sudden emergence of Artificial Intelligence (AI), people are now taking a second look at Ted Kaczynski's manifesto. I haven't listened to this yet, but the following link is excellent for converting the audio from YouTube videos: https://www.vidtomp3.com/
************ Into the Wind ~ Miten and Deva Premal
HeadInTheClouds This Beautiful song is "Into the Wind" By Miten and Deva Premal
off the album "Songs for the Inner Lover"
and thanks to fellow Youtuber, MoeruzeBurning, for the enchanting video
of the birds flying away together in slow motion (^.^)
When i listen to this song, it reminds me of the Pathway back Home...A
Pathway that reminds us of our Holy Connection to One another and that
we are in this together...We Are One...There are many mountains we must
climb & Obstacles we must face; our childhoods and the dissolving
of the many layers of self, but He is always That Close and always
Giving us all we need in each & every moment...all we have to do is
be open to that Love
(¯`v´¯) `*.¸.*´ ¸.´ ¸.*¨)¸.*¨) (¸.´(¸. (¸.´¸¸.¨¯`.¸¸.♥ Love Michel .
I confess, I tend to believe that potentially all of us can be chosen--by whatever one wants to call it... the gods, fate, ancestral spirits, or the universe--to deliver a certain message(s) in response to a larger collective folk endeavor. When Raven Grimassi put Aradia's words in print, I tend to believe that he was performing a special function for a larger collective. Her energy came alive in those words! This may be due to the fact that a particular individual is more suited for a certain task. Feelings like this may be partly based on our own personal ego, but think of the wealth of riches that many authors, researchers, and a few academics have contributed to this movement(s). Since the old ways were destroyed so thoroughly centuries ago, it takes a tremendous amount of extraction of information from many sources to produce a synthesis of traditions from a distant past.
I tend to believe that mystical experiences can also be part of that idea. At the least, they should be compared to the data that we do have; is the visual perception reflected in congruence with the known facts and evidence? Among many other things, Guido von List was a mystic; and I would have less faith in that if I had not had experiences of my own. I believe that he was--in part--tapping into ancient traditions that existed prior to the arrival of the Teutonic people... the Proto-Europeans. Even he pondered this concept from all of his research... but as far as I know, never openly stated that there may have been more than one historical sub-cultural tradition in places like Lower Austria. From the film 'Field of Dreams'--which I have not viewed since it came out--the vision of the baseball field in the middle of a massive cornfield comes to mind. I remember little of the film, except that magical field; particularly its unusual location. It was seemingly on the edge of forever; where time and space didn't exist. Unlike other sports, the outer perimeter of a baseball field possesses a strange ambiguity where the play could theoretically extend beyond the wall or fencing. Also, baseball is the only sport that I know of where the geometry goes so far beyond the rigid grid of squares and rectangles. For example, triangle, semicircle, diamond, small circles, square, triangle, small boxes, and even a pentagon! There are even numerous raised platforms of several different shapes; the bases and the pitcher's mound. Also, there is the interaction of shapes within shapes. It's almost set up like a complex altar, such as the grid of Washington D.C. The general consensus is that baseball was invented in 1839 by Abner Doubleday...... yes... a Freemason.
There is much material regarding baseball's Masonic connection, and I have not even looked into any of it. I wanted to go in a different direction with this; something more in line with the Proto-European connection. In other words, not tied to Freemasonry, Alchemy, Rosicrucianism, Western Ceremonial Magic, etc. For once, the spirit of the native believer! Half of the reason that I describe these things is because I want to encourage other folk pagans to look more closely around them for hidden gems within the local landscape; and the other half of this is that I tend to believe that I experienced something of an imaginative reality vision. Something that I had seen in my mind many times... and then it unexpectedly was just "there." Thursday was a warm day here, and I left the house to get a large cup of iced sweet tea at a nearby establishment. Being a clear evening with an almost full moon, I couldn't resist the temptation to explore a location where I had not actually walked on before. As strange as it sounds, sometimes we can drive by a location hundreds of times... but not truly see it. It is located on one side of a small but well formed valley. It was a baseball field that sits all alone on the side with pleasant rolling hills of dry grass above it. There were lights in the distance which gave it just enough light to illuminate it a bit, but it was still a dark field. I walked out onto the large field, and out to the edge of the outfield. Just a little bit beyond the fencing was a fairly steep drop... but not a cliff. Below--in the flat valley plane--were the streets, lights, trees, shadows, and modest structures of an old industrial area. Beyond that was the other side of the valley; a much more dramatic black mass of mountains covered with mostly heavy shrub. Above that were the moon and stars. Something looked oddly familiar about this environment, but I was more immediately interested in the sweet tea and not thinking about complex or spiritual things. Slowly however, the basic geometry of the landforms around me came into focus. Surrounding me--with a 360-degree panoramamic view--was what one could imagine to be a mountain altar. The outfield was a semicircle sitting well above the the flat industrial plane below, but equally well below the grassy hillsides, and still low enough to look up at the mountains on the other side. Now add the clear dark sky, the moon, the stars, the black abyss of the mountains, along with the occasional sounds of coyotes and owls.... well, it was just about as perfect as perfect could be. It reminded me of a scaled-down version of how I imagined what my pagan ancestors saw when they traveled north deep into the Alps to celebrate the eight seasonal festivals and full moons.
Pagans, as late as the seventeenth century, would travel north from the three Brescian valleys and connect with pagans who had traveled south from Valtellina and Val Chiavenna. They celebrated on the mountain passes in between, and certainly must have observed the moon during night rituals. Of course, there likely were permanent locations and altars... or perhaps even one permanent central location. They may have sung and performed time honored rituals from clear back into the ancient past. On a few occasions, I have heard people ask others what event or time period that they would visit from the past... as if they could travel back in a time machine. For me, it would be to partake in one of those mountain rites. Perhaps this experience jogged something deep within my ancestral memory. It was so very perfect: the moon, the stars, the clear evening, the warmth, the mountains, the valley, the coyotes howls, the hoots of an owl, and the semicircle outfield altar. The grass carpet was so thick and lush that you could just lay down and fall asleep if you wished to. It would not be hard to imagine the plane below as wooded, the night much darker minus the lights, a fire pit upon that semicircle, and of course no fencing... just an altar resting high above the dark abyss below and in the distance. I can imagine people of all ages, some carrying torches, singing and venerating the Goddess under her magical moonlight. The Alpine tribes once made up a Proto-European nation of Rhaetian people; before Germans, French, Italians, or Slavs. However, I don't want to pigeonhole this concept to one particular people, tradition, or landscape. For some, their ancestral altars may have been something more like the outfield from "The Field of Dreams"... or some other natural environment; upon water or woods. It may have been more tied to agriculture, hunting, or fishing. If we take this particular concept of a semicircle altar and landscape, it would encompass four basic levels of elevation: the mountains, the less physically imposing hills, the lower plane, and of course the altar in the middle. One of the surnames from our village history is "Mitterpergher"... which basically translates to "a person from the middle elevation of the mountain." There would be additional features, such as the moon and stars. All of this could be laid out upon a diagram, in the same general manner as Freemason Abner Doubleday's baseball field. We could have our own version of "as above, so below"... with a half moon and the semicircle altar... or a full moon and perhaps a full circle altar constructed with stones or bricks. A five-pointed vehmic symbol could be added, which would produce a different "as above, so below" along with the perception of a "star" (five-pointed).... or a star with a different number of points. To be blunt... folk pagans have just as much impetus to form our own symbology--"occult" or otherwise--as those wacky Masons do! .
September 20th Sunrise It's been very warm and sunny around the northern range of the Santa Cruz Mountains. I woke up at 5:00 AM, and--although I didn't plan it--the time just felt right. I then went out and watched a dramatic sunrise from full darkness from a perhaps an 800-foot vantage point, with the downtown skylines of San Francisco and Oakland in the distance... and far off mountains at a further distance. Initially I could see the many familiar stars above the mountains, away from the urban lights. The far off mountains in the opposite direction were hardly visible amid the darkness. The not-quite-full Almother moon had long moved out of view.
After about an hour, I could faintly make out a very dark reddish color along the far off horizon. Soon, the sky directly above that dark reddish ring became almost like a dark blue and yellow. After about twenty minutes, there was a clear layered ground-to-sky pattern of dark earth, red, orange, yellow, white, light blue, medium blue, dark blue, and dark sky. At a certain point when the reddish layer expanded, it almost looked like the red planet. The massive 3,848-foot Mt. Diablo never looked more formidable as it stood amid the dark red background. I could almost swear that I saw a faint greenish hue mixed in there, but I can't say for certain. I could then see the stars fading, and I felt a momentary silly sadness.
Soon it became quite bright out, even before the actual sunrise. A nearby hawk made its way across the lower hills. Next I could make out one red and orange spot develop above a mountain range. I wished that I had brought my binoculars. The big man, the Alfather, was about to make his entrance. Then as I focused my eyes on that spot, it happened. In an instant, the massive fireball broke over the mountain! In what seemed like less than five minutes, our entire star had moved entirely above the horizon. I then looked at it indirectly, which gave a different perspective in relation to our world. All of the stars were gone. The full transformation was now complete! To our pagan ancestors, the suns appearance meant the end to the dangers hiding in the darkness. Of course, the darkness of their world would have been more dramatic... a truly black night that one can only experience in very remote areas. The predators retired back to their dens. Man could then become the predator. The Alfather's rays protect us in the day, just like any real father would; while the Almother's moonlight tries to comfort us during the dreaded night, just like any real mother would. I recall the most dramatic sunrise I ever witnessed some years ago. It was the closest thing to heaven that I ever experienced, mostly due to the weather, location, and view. I can still feel the warmth of that morning in my mind. For some reason I never tried to fully recapture the awe of that morning. All it takes is the motivation to wait for the right weather, and get up very early and make way to any special high point. I believe that making note--as a reminder--of watching a sunrise once in awhile (or hiking up to a special high spot on occasion) is something that we should do.
Whatever the official sunrise hour is, the actual time of some faint light is one hour and fifteen minutes. Therefore if sunrise occurs at 6:30, then you must be at the viewing location prior to 5:15 in order to get the full effect. If you think of it, we wait for supermoons and eclipses; but we have the greatest earth transformation of all every day! .
