Rainshowers and Moreton waves

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-sZcJyyHAMI&feature=player_embedded

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moreton_wave

Busy time at the home star.  Enjoy the show. 

 

 

Ride

Again and again and again, this begins with a cresting wave fraught with danger and high with possibility. Then 'BAM' suddenly nothing but air and everything falls with a bone crunching pummeling of the flesh.

I thought I was a good surfer! 

Where the fuck is the meter? 

I want my money back!

I want my blanket and pillow and I am going to bed now. 

Leave me alone!  I have a nice nest and I'm away to it. 

What can't be understood is feared, and if it's not then it probably should be. 

'The wise and the ignorant stay their coarse.' … just a little something I read recently. 

It's never going to be a simple walk in the park, except when it's a simple walk in the park.

Projections on a wall make me happy to see in the moment.  All those pretty colors and everyone is so happy. I've seemingly worked hardest at destroying any ability to be the grown-up.  Scanning many things now smashed on the floor in a circle. 

And me looking the fool as I have my fits and starts and all the while never understanding if anyone really gets anywhere anyway. 

Make me happy. 

Don't leave me this way. 

It's not so much reality, as much as it's what I imagine.

I want all those things whispered in the nights.

At the cross roads, with she as my witness.

S O Timpany

April 12, 2012

She #3

Passing onto the yawning trail

Always

The vast stretch of awareness rests upon the heart

Heard another harking for awareness

In this dark place

Her springs come with a shutter of connection

Reckoning

Eons trickle as rainwater seeps into the sandy bank

Now accepting a trespass of wary foot falls

This path is soft and constant

Shifting patterns within a firm black soil

Solid under the toes and feels of velvet soft flesh

Expect to find her

Pale luminosity strikes the air 

Conjuring from beneath

A congress within her rests eternal

S O Timpany

April 11, 2012

Ancient

Hear now the magical melody,

released from the bonds of time.

And we dance as a bee,

she who knows of good flowers,

devoted servant to all of nature.

We rise and we fall, to the rhythm

of an echoing ring in these notes,

ancestor harmonies,

long lost to the unwise.

Crowned with golden light,

Evidence!

Divine nature shines out.

We call up long sleeping dragons

Awaken! Awaken! Awaken!

Sparkling light shine,

reflection the silver moon,

simple beauty, hanging in the silky black curtain of beyond,

ever sister to our heart.

The first relation apart.

We know our place in the grand breath

casting golden threads,

connections to the web,

which has, is and will be, eternal.

We gaze, from our perch,

upon pulsing tendrils,

twisting in springs renewal with a rise, 

growth!

We hear the calling of our kin,

the voices we own.

The blood, eyes, sex and song,

harbingers who hark this very heart.

Tribes unfettered by destruction.

Awake! Awake! Awake!

Bringer of the red dawn cast forth an

ancient rising with our song!

S O Timpany

April 10, 2012

Alhambra

I proceed up the path and through the gates into the sanctuary of divine realms. 

Ever kissed by the wind

Every held by the earth

Every flowing, as the wellspring feeds the fountain

Every engaged in the present moment, as the flaming heart of true passions desire. 

I join myself undone and renewed once again of my own blessed hand. 

Where standing upon the thin edge I bend, kissing the mirror between

I see reflected, my eyes

and know the truth of what I speak in your divine ear.

S O Timpany

April 9, 2012

Venus engages 7 Sisters

Today's messages from the Spheres is profound, stunning and one of a kind.  Some single days are quantum in nature, today being among them. 

http://www.universetoday.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/pleides-chumack.jpg

 
http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/astropix.html

What purpose is there in sharing these amazing images?  These humble points of light taken by regular people with a camera and a telescope, one in Ohio and one in Portal, AZ.  Besides the splendor and awe? A serious sense of the profound comes over me while gazing deep into the sunlight shine of Earth's twin planet Venus, and beyond,  into the perfect blue light of M45 open cluster - Pleiades. A feeling which touches upon personal magic. A clearing of knowable, stretching out into the grand design of my life.  A connection that moves within and out into another place and time. 

While I don't expect anyone to actually read this blog nor actually get my meaning here, this is rather big personally, making for heady stuff. 

Aries/Libra full moon is overhead at present.  While being a documented lunatic,  for me this moment is totally emotional.  Not overwhelmingly so, more... WoW. It IS just like magic! Today is Friday, day of Venus which is dedicated to beauty in all things including the sexual nature of the divine.  And how fitting,  at a time of renewal.  Life at a loaded cosmic frequency! Given the current full moon in Libra. Not to mention the Venus transit to Pleiades.  I'm struck by the current.

In other news....

While in the midst of writing this blog, the postman rings my doorbell and I have to sign for yet another certified letter coming from the IRS.  This is loaded with threats to place levy's upon my property.  An ungrounded threat which was paid off last week.  That's just Mercury - the trickster, which had been retrograde though is currently moving direct,  having a good laugh... 


And finally, this nugget from communications officer Lt. Uhura, "Live long and prosper."

Post by Nichelle Nichols on her Twitter account, "Taken 2/29/12 in the Oval Office - Live Long & Prosper!."

Lunatic, giggles every time.

Harsh Light

Harsh Light 

The time has come, there is no more to be gained in this harsh light.
The inky pools of frozen water beautifully reflect back an image.
One of appeal.
One of compassion.
One of wisdom.
My own eye is constantly aware of what lies beneath this image, 
living in my wild heart.
Everlasting discovery of loves mysteries.
Poetry.
I love you beyond all reason or will.
At least, in the smallest part understood.
Here and now I stand before a closed door.
Just beyond your love for me, I know it, it must be!
Despair hurts beyond all pain. 
I will break from this eternal grief.
Surrounded by awareness impacts of a closed heart. 
Efforts. 
Light beams of all I am, in madness, just bounce back.
A cloak of eternal darkness, with wide folds express the patterns of space. 
Between what is this here? 
And what I want is that over there.

Written by
S O Timpany
December 2009