Hermetic Goddess

As above, so below.

This dictum in astrology is the central pillar of Hermetic thought. Essentially, it says the map of the heavens is a map of the earth, and those who can read the heavens will understand the workings of all things on earth.

In a very simple understanding, if I can read the stars as if they were words in a journal, I would have profound knowledge written by God. It has been said in ancient text by the Myan people, fallen angels gave them the foresight to see the stars in such a way and how to decipher them. Hence, the Mayan calendar and further predictions were born. Clearly coming from their ability to read the stars.

This has made me think keenly about what it all means as my mind races to put thousands of puzzle pieces together in one quick instance. What if the map is more than just foresight of what’s to come but, quite literally, a map. What if this map has the ability to show not the “Heavens” but Heaven, itself. And, if that is possible then it also would be able to tell us more than just Heavens layout. It would tell us where God is.

Before I go further, I am aware or in the belief that God is everywhere and in everything. He is the Great matter of all things. The source of which everything began, but let’s suppose that even with that understanding we can reverse the engineering and take apart each layer of this equation. If we do that, then what we would possibly see is the proverbial “man behind the emerald curtain”. Remind you of anything? The Emerald city?

When L. Frank Baum wrote the novella, Wizard of Oz do you suppose he based anything from his writing from the Emerald Tablet?

Baum wrote about an allegorical quest to enlightenment, hence the yellowbrick road of all things to symbolize the Buddhist belief in a “golden path to enlightenment”.

I highly encourage you to actually read the book. It’s quite different from the Hollywood version, by which only highlights the outer most workings of importance in his story.

Which only illuminates the idea that for centuries, those of us in tune enough to look, can see there is something far more important in the constellations than just twinkling lights playing backdrop to the moon in the darkness of night. It’s designed, rather by a breach or on purpose to tell us something. It’s not only a map, but a key. A very important key that unlocks a doorway that most people can’t grasp it’s understanding.

I think it’s important to note here, Alchemists were the first, in a sense, to break down the information and begin to put into action. This is not meant by looking for any such map or doorway, but to attempt this through the transformation of one thong into another through the process of energy.

Alchemists faced plenty controversy being that it appeared to deviate away from religious beliefs and institutions of the earliest times. One such idea in the Alchemists book was called the “Mind the maker”. This particular section was certainly not something you dare mutter allowed in those middle age, witch burning years without putting a person directly on the stake to die by the scorching heat of fire. “Mind the maker” would suggest that God does not directly participate in our world. Instead, God projected the Word of God into our existence as something to the likes of a template to follow or as described in another Alchemy text, a computer program that the Emerald Tablet calls the Pattern. These writings are not something you san over think but let float across your mind. In doing so, if your so capable, you’ll be able to comprehend what it’s saying. I would compare that style of comprehension as the same used to read in the course of miracles. Should you over think or try to analyze too long your mind short circuits and it becomes confusing and indecipherable. In my opinion, that would only given more proof that we have the ability to vibrate at different frequencies like an antenna. Matter of fact, the very principles inside the Emerald Tablet are recognized and used in the teachings of the popularly known movement/book/film known as The Secret.

However, back to where I left off, it would be a mistake to believe Alchemists were not believers of God. In fact, they sought to unveil the divine light in everything, so to perfect it. Which of course was the truest nature of the Great Work. It begins Below, with the duality of matter.

These particular findings were indeed important to the church, but done so with great caution and discretion for certain verbiage. I stated earlier that it was “those who could read the heavens”. In my opinion that would suggest people who are not only in tune, but sighted in some way. Obviously, in those days it meant to be gifted with foresight. To be precise, that meant plainly, the ability to for tell the future or have spiritual communication with spiritual beings. Rather that be the the dead or angels it nevertheless got you the title of being nothing more than a tool to the devil. Alchemists and their studies were slightly reclusive and anti social for lots of reasons, but, it equally did nothing to help their case in being “Godly” followers or believers in Christ. Alchemists were much like the Saint Joan of Arc in the way that the Church was curiously interested in the work and knowledge but never recognized it or forgave those who practiced, minus our lovely maiden, Saint Johanne of Arc. She was one the only humans given Saint status after her execution for what at that time they deemed witch craft.

There’s a theme here. It would suggest further more that those capable of reading, deciphering or understanding these “Heavens” are either burned, crucified, shunned, banned or imprisoned.

Which brings me to question, how do we read it. Especially, if we already have that inclination, then how do we educate or per se, raise our frequency, in such a way that we not only receive divine information, but the education of translation. Is it even truly possible? Although, I strongly believe it is. I believe a certain number of us have this gift and it is coveted or would be by those who are unworthy to understand it.

Which would be the exact reason it’s not easy to do or find without being the “one” who would have enough enlightenment to do so.

This particular knowledge could, and, would, be a dangerous weapon if used improperly. I imagine that would be classified as treasonous enough to piss off a heavenly host of Arch Angel warriors bent on protecting their domains.

Again, I do ponder who might be the reader of such things. The “hermetic” reader. The keeper of the greatest secrets and yet somehow I believe without a doubt is or will mostly definitely be a feminine of the greatest divine light. A Goddess, a witch, a mother, a creator of life and also the apple of God’s affection, a female.

I will further discuss this topic in more depth, next blog post.

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Pythoness

Flames lick the air, seeking another soul to devour. Greedily, it calls out.

Our names are carried on a breeze, like a haunting whisper. They drift among sleeping clouds, through open windows and slip effortlessly into our slumbering dreams.

Fear is daft, unknowing to the things in the universe it can not understand. Seeking to destroy all that challenges it with reckless abandon.

You can burn us if you want. You may bury us beneath our own ashes if you so choose, but you can never eliminate us.

For every tree you take down, releases a million seeds to grow from the ashes.

We are the granddaughters of all the witches weren’t able to burn, as are we the seeds from the ones you did.

You thought you buried us, but we were the seeds that flourished.

A Bed of Hollies

Daphne, cranked her petaled head over to Diedra and whispered curiously, “So, I just have to ask, but do you think she’s a witch?”

Big ears from below Daphne called out, “Who!?”

Diedra sighed, “Good heavens Dharma, Daphne was talkin to me, but if you must know, I presume she means her” Diedra said pointing a bright yellow petal towards the woman in the yard watering.

“Well, do you?” Daphne asked again

Deidra rolled her eyes to Daphne, “Darling, of course she is. How else could we possibly be talking right now?”

Daphne winked, “I thought so, I just thought I would see if you all had been inclined to notice.”

Dharma snickered, “Now Daphne, I just can’t sit here in this dastardly heat, wilting as I am, and listen to such nonsense. I just know with all of my pink peteled self, there is no way you would have asked Deidra if you had known the awnser in the first place, And, I have to say, as for myself, I am a little perplexed by the notion you didn’t know.”

Delia looked up warily, “I think it’s the heat Dear. It really does cause momentarily stupidity in some”

Giggling, Deidra flapped a petal as if to brush off the fact that Delia just mentioned Daphne might have grown daft in the blazing sun and went straight into, “Ladies, I just have to ask in my complete boredom this mundane Tuesday, has anyone heard any new gossip they might want to share? .” Diedra asked quizzically

With excitement, Diana awnsered, “I certainly do, and boy do I know it’s just gonna blow your mind. As a matter of fact, you’ll never believe it.”

“Do tell, Darling!” Delilah called from underneath Daphne.

“As it is Ladies, you know that shrub over there at bikini broads, the big one that goes by Hank, just outside that fence….well, either way, I had something itching my mind and I shouldn’t have but I just had to ask if he knew what ever could be going on behind that fence.. And you know what he said?”

Darlene shook her head, while Daphne blurted out “OH lord, what on God’s green earth did he say?”

“He said they put in a pool, but not just any pool, no no..So, let’s just start by saying, it’s about time, especially since that woman has been parading that bikini around for 15 years without even the tiniest blow up pool, but I suppose that husband of hers was slow to get the message, anyway, Hank the Shrub said that pool is one of those nudie pools. That’s why they put that wooden fortress of a wall up. “

“Nudie pool? Whatever could that be?” Daphne asked

Diedra sqweeked, “Oh for Christ sake Daph, surely you aren’t serious right now…. A nudie pool… As in that woman loses her bikini and floats around that pool like a raisen in a bowl of milk!”

Daphne cupped a petal to her mouth “Good heavens, I just can’t imagine how that poor shrub must be getti’n along. It should just be a crime, I mean, if you asked me it is. Can you imagine being forced to watch that horror show through the very cracks in the fence”

Dharma made a gagging noise, “I may be quite ill if I had to picture it, I do believe I shall pass this time sister.”

“I always knew there was something uncouth about that whole fence business, especially when that bikini broad stopped loitering in the side yard so often.” Diana said

“Just to think, we never knew such a thing existed right under our noses” Darlene said with disdain.

“Well… all I can say ladies is I am just so thankful for that tree graveyard for a barricade, otherwise we would surely have succumbed to the rust” Diana said matter of factly.

Diedra snickered at the same time Dharma laughed sarcastically.

“I would say, perhaps being planted on the other side of the house would have been better, but I truly think watching that old man mow his yard every other day would be such a bore. I mean, what is the fun in that .” Daphne said.

“I do believe, you are right” Darlene added. “Now can someone explain what in the name of Christ is that kid doing, is that skate boarding or is he researching the speed in which he will be visiting a medical professional, I swear watching that is like eating a jalapeño with gasoline on a mid August day. “

Diedra smiled, “Oh lord, here we go again.”

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Hollies follies

Let’s see, there is, Daphne and Darla, Delia and Diana. Delilah and Diedra, Darlene and Dharma.

All of which are vibrant ladies with the utmost southern charm, although originally they resided along the English countryside.

Delilah would say “Why Darling, its those of us adapting the fastest, that have the most charm.”

“And, I would add, with sugar in my words and the highest integrity, what Miss Delilah says is absolutely true” Dharma quipped

“Yes dearie, it is rather true. And, if I might say, I rather like it here. There is no other place in which a dame could watch the neighbor, a D name I think… shocking, I know but even though peculiar as it is, she is all but 65 years of age wearing that skimpy bikini like an 18 year old in the front yard. ” Daphne boasted.

Diedra wasted no time chiming in, “Mmhm, that’s right”

Darlene waved a pink petal, “Ladies, ladies” she scoffed “Now, I do remember that other fellow down the way, you know the one, he drives that ridiculous barge of a truck.”

Diana squeeled in delight, “OH yes! That’s the neighbor down the street who has confused that barge for one of those toy Tonka trucks or has simply mistaken it for a tractor”

Darla snickers, “I do believe, that, is what we call a right fine Hill Billy, with those mounds of dirt he uses for a parking pad. If you couldn’t have guessed by that accord, then I highly encourage you to notice the life-sized plastic, halloween skele-a-dog perched over his drive. I am guessing he doesn’t realize the gulf is another 500 miles, due South by the looks of the large cut out boasting Salt life next to the bone dog.”

Daphne but in with a mission, “My God, I swear to the baby Jesus that I have wished that dog thing that looks like recycled garbage pails would launch itself silly in a thunderstorm, but you know as the heavens have it, that hideous thing lives on like a Celine Dion song.”

Diana sang out “or, a lambchops song… You remember the one… The song that doesn’t….”

Dharma interrupted her with a vengeance, “Now Diana, you just stop that nonsense right now, no need to punish us all night long “

“I think that’s quite true, let’s not take ourselves down that God forsaken path dear. Now, let’s get back to what we just couldn’t enjoy if we were living among an English country side”

Darlene waved her petals, “Well, I don’t know about you but I just can’t fathom their would be those weird postal clerks who can’t seem to organize themselves in a way to deliver all packages at once, let alone back their vans into trees. I mean, it’s no wonder Frank the post oak wasn’t mowed down by that rotund man with a plumber crack. I just know he has a scar. “

Daphne, “OH, you mean those jungle people, the ones from the Amazon.”

Deidra clicked her tongue, “That’s the one”

Diana smirked, “Do you think they are really from the Amazon or could it possibly be they come from that junk yard down the street, you know the one where Chevy trucks go to die and dogs find themselves chained to their side steps, what ever is that blokes name? “

“I couldn’t tell you his actual name, Mister fat asster is what I think to call him, but I prefer to be a lady and call him junkyard Dan, although, I am quite aware that isn’t his Christian name, but then again who cares.” Diedra said

Daphne laughed, “OH dearie, You said it best! Nevermore were truer words than who cares. Such the dullard that man is sporting around in a jeep like he is a woodsy fellow to then trade it for one of those loud, two wheeled horse things they call hogs.”

“Tacky” Delia said “It’s just tacky. Thank the Good lord he doesn’t live next door, at least all we have to worry about is staring at the back end of that old broads pruned up bottom, aimed to the sky like she has mistaken herself for the Greek goddess of rain”

Dharma shook her petaled head, “Now, I do believe we have spoken our days gospel. I can’t imagine the characters in the countryside being any more colorful than the likes of these bumbling donkeys. My cousin, Donna said all that ever passes her by is a heard of sheep or the occasional family on holiday. “

The Hollies all sighed in unison, shaking their beautiful little heads together.

“Well, I suppose we ladies should retire for this evening, I mean a lady sure needs her beauty sleep. Especially in this dastardly heat.” Daphne said

“Good idea Daphne, I am quite tired and I have had my eye on that Wisteria bush over there.”

The Hollies all giggled together as the last of the sun faded. Fireflies blinked their lights against the deepest shades of night as the moon rose high across the southern sky.

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