If after every tempest come such calms,
May the winds blow till they have waken’d death!
~Othello, William Shakespeare
The New Moon July 15 rose on the apex of a wave of emotion that potentially would drown us all in the rapture of freedom from identity and judgment, from the limitation of the mind that spits out, with regularity and punctuality, thoughts to which we are enslaved; to the story that is the island in the ever rushing stream of consciousness cradling us.
There is a tempest brewing that has long battered this wall, raged against the fear and feigned indifference to that from which the tempest surges. The waves have tossed me back and forth until dizzy with confusion and torn to pieces by the winds, finally I relent. Peace then abides not only in this heart but everywhere I look. Even in the apparent cacophony of collective voice there is a hum that unites every light wave. Every light wave a source of joy, rising, fluttering, diving, skipping to and fro and yet ‘this’ remains still, tickled by every movement, intrigued, mystified and graciously bowing to every voice that cries out from the dark for ‘some of that’.
Who are our heroes? Who is it that we look up to and long to emulate? Often those people who are spontaneously living life to the utmost and reaping the rewards for bold action, often in service to others, are those that many admire and respect—great artists—poets, writers, painters, dancers, sculptors, musicians—and anyone who allows the passion of their true nature to lead them rather than being directed and resistant due to ones fears.
The ordinary man is involved in action, the hero acts.
A hero is not one who wants to save the world but someone who has the courage to let go of everything that resembles ‘security’ in order to experience one’s humanity (if anyone appears to be saved in the process it is only that the person has realized a truth that affords them similar liberty)
A hero ‘sees’ clearly and therefore moves with confidence, not through need or the will to succeed. A hero is not directed by the ego but pure exhilaration. ‘Seeing’ is the soul stretching its legs, taking ego by the hand and dancing through the night. In the morning it is apparent that under the stars, in the mysterious moonlight a wedding takes place and of the subsequent banquet, there is neither guest nor groom nor bride just a satisfaction uniting moment to moment.
The tempest is not something we struggle against. It is something we engage with to the furthest edges of our reality in this moment and to the utmost, the very frontier of knowing; that one might be ready to embrace everything and willing to have nothing. With nothing we are more joyful than when we thought we had everything—there is nothing to lose ever. We are already everything and nothing; that which eradicates and transforms with a power that simply is.
The Three cards for August:
VIII Strength~the Lion and the Mistress who has conquered the nature of the beast on the way to liberation, the hero, who acts from the heart rather than the head; confidently meets challenge and defies fear. Success is based upon knowing that “this too shall pass”.
Five of Swords~In case there are lingering fears that require attention, the five of swords is an indication that these are dispatched with relative ease now. Five’s are the number of change, the energy that moves from A to B or D or…thoughts no longer rule.
Ace of Pentacles~new opportunities to be here in awe of the abundance, the opportunities, the well being and in the freedom to express/create whatever bubbles to the surface. The coin or pentacle is extra large and the reward for persistently pursuing one’s liberation and subsequent awakening does feel so. At this time gratitude is also large!
Enjoy these summer days!