My latest video, followed by images from my local wanderings.
Below are photos from the work I have been doing here in the Ouachita mountains.
Iridescent hematite
Gifted torus stone
Vesica piscis pendant from the Cinque Terre
Reclaiming my will at Collier Creek.
Lion’s Gate Celebration at The Star Portal, Mountain Pine.
Calling back Eurynome, putting guardrails on techno-Chronos at Collier Spring pool.
Releasing lineage trauma.
Reading the “Nowhehere House” chapter of Momo to the minnows with wild sourdough bread – the soul work of 29 degree Chiron in Pisces.
Playlist of my Momo read aloud https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLnNSjVGWqTO459LMtWwG0z4jKbv92moN5
Ungeared heart light aharmonic clocks…
Wow. All that loveliness & those beautiful horses too.
https://youtu.be/VQ3v6fC0src
One night, while Prince Girolamo was sitting on the roof of his golden
palace, playing checkers with the fairy whose blood was cold and green,
he felt a little drop of moisture on his hand.
‘ “Ah,” said the green-blooded fairy, “it’s starting to rain.”
‘”It can’t be,” said the prince. “There isn’t a cloud in the sky.”
‘And he looked up, straight into the big silver mirror soaring
overhead, and saw from Princess Momo’s reflection that she was weeping
and that one of her tears had fallen on to his hand. And at that instant
he realized that the fairy had tricked him – that she wasn’t beautiful
at all and had cold, green blood in her veins. His true love, he
realized, was Princess Momo.
‘”You’ve broken your promise,” snapped the green-blooded fairy,
scowling so hideously that she looked like a snake, “and now you must
pay the price!”
‘And then, while Prince Girolamo sat there as though paralysed, she
reached inside him with her long, green fingers and tied a knot in his
heart. Instantly forgetting that he was the Prince of Futuria, he slunk
out of his palace like a thief in the night and wandered far and wide
till he came to Presentia, where he took the name Guido and lived a life
of poverty and obscurity. All he’d brought with him was Princess Momo’s
reflection from the magic mirror, which was blank from then on.
‘By now Princess Momo had abandoned the ragged remains of her silk and
satin gown. She wore a patchwork
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dress and a man’s cast-off jacket, far too big for her, and was living
in an ancient ruin.
‘When the two of them met there one fine day. Princess Momo failed to
recognize poor, good-for-nothing Guido as the Prince of Futuria. Guido
didn’t recognize her either, because she no longer looked like a
princess, but they became companions in misfortune and a source of
consolation to each other.
‘One evening when the magic mirror, now blank, was floating across the
sky, Guido took out Memo’s reflection and showed it to her. Crumpled and
faded though it was, the princess immediately recognized it as her own –
the one she’d sent soaring around the world. And then, as she peered
more closely at the poor wretch beside her, she saw he was the
long-sought prince for whose sake she had renounced her immortality.
‘She told him the whole story, but Guido sadly shook his head. “Your
words, mean nothing to me,” he said. “There’s a knot in my heart, and it
stops me remembering.”
‘So Princess Momo laid her hand on his breast and untied the knot in
his heart with case, and Prince Girolamo suddenly remembered who he was
and where he came from. And he took Princess Momo by the hand and led
her far, tar away, to the distant land of Futuria.’
They both sat silent for a while when Guido had finished. Then Momo
asked, ‘Did they ever get married?’
‘I think so,’ said Guido, ‘- later on.’
‘And are they dead now?’
‘No,’ Guido said firmly, ‘I happen to know that for a fact. The magic
mirror only made you mortal if you looked into it on your own. If two
people looked into it together, it made them immortal again, and that’s
what those two did.’
The big, silver moon floated high above the dark pine trees, bathing
the ruin’s ancient stonework in its mysterious light.
Momo and Guido sat there side by side, gazing up at it for a long time
and feeling quite certain that, if only for the space of that enchanted
moment, the pair of them were immortal.”
From Momo – Michael Ende
Love your synthetic mind! This is its own work of art, the way you put all these ideas together!
It makes me think of this song, “I Still Believe” by Laura Love:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=unBUAf-ep10&list=RDunBUAf-ep10&start_radio=1
Your ideas about the circles made me think about Ezekiel’s wheel like in this song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5xTbovS6_ps&list=RD5xTbovS6_ps&start_radio=1
So many other things your video makes me think of. It is like a shimmering, iridescent benevolent ball of fire densely packed with dancing meanings.
Also makes me think of Hamlet’s “The play’s the thing,” except that your play is the child’s play meaning of the word “play” that turns the judgment metaphors on their head but still uses their parallel spirit world — which just is what it is.