Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Ramming Up For Spring in the Aries New Moon

New moon, March 27, 2017 10:57 PM EDT

As our golden orb heralds the dawn rising earlier in the northern hemisphere now, we leave behind the dark vestiges of a deep and troubling winter for many.  The world stage seems far from peaceful and as rancorous as I can recall in my adult life.
The sun and moon, will ‘occult’ one another for their monthly conjunctivo at 7* of Aries the Ram.
Here in the first decanate of Aries they ram up to move spring forward in the wearing of the green.
Venus/Aphrodite has just flown by as she is Retrograde at 3* Aries and is pushing back into a square with Saturn/EL now at 27* Sagittarius, which is bang on the Galactic Center, opening the vault of the heavens, infusing our world with a potency that sizzles and crackles in the ethers, waiting to be harnessed or annihilate the unwitting whose path this live wire happens upon.  (In this case, it is in your own personal chart and on the world stage, as we see the powerful games being lobbed back and forth.)

With Venus Retrograde, she can either bring back what was meant to be yours, or move the carrot just

out of reach, depending on your circumstances.  Venus rules what we have, possessions and what we value.  In Aries, she is randy and can be reckless, but retrograde can reign in your resources, or may bring investment opportunities that have come along before.  Either way, you may find yourself questioning who you love and why, what you value or how you invest.
I would like to tell you that our markets and economy should move along swimmingly, and HOPEFULLY they will, after all, who wants a crashing stock market? 
Now, she asks us if we have invested in what we love or to put that another way, do we love our investments?
I liken the stock market to gambling in Vegas, because you have no control over what is being done with your investment, or the outcome, unless you are a major shareholder and have some small say at a stock meeting.
Mercury will Station Retrograde at 4* of Taurus on April 9th. And almost a week later on April 15th, Venus will station direct at 26* of PIsces, which she will enter on April 4th.  So, adding this into the equation, we must consider that Taurus is ruled by Venus and we are right back into the 2nd house of VALUES, EARNING A BASIC LIVING/WORK AND POSSESSIONS.
For some reason, the universe just doesn’t think we would be moving in the right direction and wants to remind us of who we are.
In this sense, it is as though we are being continuously made to repeat a grade, until we actually are ready to graduate.
Make sure you are taking the steps you can, to ground and center.  Do NOT let anxiousness keep you from getting a minimum of 7 hours sleep during this most challenging time for many on the planet.
Pluto is still the handle at 19* Capricorn, on the T-square to Uranus at 23* Aries conjunct Mercury/Hermes at 25* Aries, in opposition to Jupiter Rx at 19* Libra. 
We have a whole herd of stallions all reigned in, waiting for us to allow them to gallop down the track, but the gate seems to keep shutting!
Oh, are they getting restless!

I hope to get a video together to better explain just what these ‘SQUARES’ SYMBOLISE.  

Saturday, March 18, 2017

Growing Up Inside Psychic Survival Camp

Chapter II

 inding Magic on the Battlefield of Life
………….A Wounded Reminder

      I would miss a lot if I didn’t
go back and catch you up on some of the other experiences I had; that opened up the magical world of wonder growing up.

I told you about the big people, but there were more difficult stories too.
Seeing didn’t always bring such an easy comfort ride, it jarred those around me and even created suspicion.  I think it is important to share these formative experiences for several reasons.  The obvious reason is to give you a snapshot of my mind.  The less obvious reason might be to show the path that makes a person who they are, because so many people are being drugged to avoid pain, and I feel they may be missing out on something precious ~ the pain that opens up the Holy Spirit captured inside the body.

I won’t go all the way back now, except for to say that I grew up in what I lovingly refer to as
‘Psychic Survival Camp’. My mother would insist I always knew what she wanted to say and what she was thinking, without actually saying it.  In those times that I just couldn’t grasp it, she would yell at me and tell me: “I know you know”…as if I was playing with her or trying to get her upset on purpose.
This could be followed by a spanking and certainly would come with serious reprimanding.  I consider this a part of my training.

We can flash forward to high school, for several experiences that are worth retelling, but I will let you be the judge of that.
Let’s start with the story of Diane.  Diane was a friend of mine, who was as sweet a girl as they come.  Always asking ‘What do you think?’….The thing is, Diane was also experimenting with some things that were really frightening to me, AND then driving.  I started to have visions, and I became very nervous as that bell started ringing louder and louder inside of me, warning me that Diane was going to die soon.
What was I to do?  Try and talk to her? I did but that didn’t really go anywhere.

I wondered why the adults, teachers, etc. were not really doing something about this growing problem.  I came up with a plan to design a class with credits and find the right experts to come in and educate all the students on the seriousness of abusing drugs.
After making an appointment to see the principal I went down to the office ready to share my idea.  I told him we needed the class as I outlined and promised to do the work to put it together and find the experts as mentioned, and all he would have to do was approve it.
To my shock and what had to be obvious wide-eyed look of surprise, he said there was no drug problem in the school.
I did not back down, I told him that there most certainly was a drug problem (wondering how he passed through the haze of marijuana around the school in the morning, though that was not my worry).   His response was: “Who are these children, what are their names?”….Oh yeah, let me just give you a list and fink on the young adults, which should work just fine…NOT!
Then he finally conceded, but only to a class that would be held after school, and would not have any credits.  Again, my heart sank, knowing that you could barely get students to go to class during the day, let alone come after school, like they were being punished and then give no reward.  They didn’t think there was a problem either, though I am sure there were those who must have thought so too.

So, I gave up.


Several days after this, the Diane bell of warning got so loud, I couldn’t shut it down; I went to another friend of mine Denise’s to finally tell someone else what was happening to me.  While we were sitting in the basement, I began to shake and cry as I let it out, feeling the urgency.  The phone rang upstairs, we heard her mom on the phone and I just knew, it had something to do with Diane.  Sure enough, her mother called down the steps for us to come upstairs.  She handed the phone over to Denise, Diane’s mother was looking for her and she was worried.  We got news about an hour later that Diane was in a car accident and went through the windshield; she died as the phone was ringing.

The next horrific event was when my parent’s house was robbed.  I came home from school and began my run through the house, yet this time, I stopped in the kitchen as though the air was too heavy to walk through.
I stopped dead in my tracks to take the pulse of what I was feeling.  I just knew someone had been in our home, so I checked timidly to see if they were still there, looking around to see any signs of disturbance.  There were none, nothing seemed out of place or missing.  Our colour TV/Stereo was there, nothing out of the China Cabinet, and I made my way upstairs, conscious of the fact I also had a small window of time to get ready and rush off to the bus to go to work at Halle’s downtown.
I glanced in my parent’s bedroom, and again, nothing seemed out of place.  It was very quick that I realized no one was in the house with me.
I dressed quickly and glanced around the house again and dashed out the door.  I saw my little sister Janet coming home from school.  I told her that I thought someone robbed our house (to her shock and horror and instant fear) and that she should call mom and dad at work (which we never did unless it was an emergency) and then proceeded to calm her down and reassure her that no one was in the home, they were long gone, but I had a ‘feeling’.

When I got home from work that night, the police were waiting for me, my mother and father had
that sick and drawn look on their faces.  The police went right into, how did I know?  Our house had indeed been robbed, and they had stolen coffee cans my parents had filled with old gold and silver coins.  They also stole upwards of 60, 000 dollars, yes sixty thousand dollars!  It just so happened that my father had brought money home, to make a purchase of a building/business with another friend of his.
They happened to rob our house in the three day time period, that this took place.
My parents did not believe in putting money into banks or in stocks and certainly not all in one place and my father often had large sums of money stashed.

The police continued to prod my parents and inquire about my own well-being.  They asked whether I was on drugs, have my parents noticed any mood changes or differences in me, have my grades dropped off, etc.  After their insistence that I must have something to do with this, or how would I know, my parents finally allowed them to question me.  Their eyes said it all.  Do I have anything I needed to tell them?  Even as I write this, my eyes well up with tears and my heart grows heavy.  There is nothing like the feeling that your parents might believe that you robbed them.  That I would plot to devastate my family and steal my parents hard earned savings, was beyond my capacity to hold pain.  It took my right up and over the edge of sorrow; feeling not only my own pain, but also my parents as they suffered such a loss.
It knocked me into a despair I couldn’t quite recover from.
~”Just tell us Gloria” the words echoed down the halls of my conscious and dropped like a lode stone through my soul and anchored me into the shadowy depths of a world I only prayed did not exist.

Several days later, while at my school locker in that numbed and heavy state; a student came walking up to a friend of mine who was also at her locker.  She said, ‘Hello Gloria’ and that simple greeting ran through my like a racehorse trying to get out of the starting gate and out of that stirring came a voice.  It rose up inside of me very faintly at first but grew louder and louder as I tried to dismiss it.  “She robbed your house” the voice whispered.  “She robber your house” it grew louder.  Still I tried to shove it back down while sneaking glances at this girl, whom I barely knew through this friend of mine.  I grabbed my books and walked in the strangest state of mind to study hall.  I tried to sit quietly and study, but the words on the page just swam in front of me, as that voice rose up louder and louder, until it was clanging like a church bell rocking me from the inside out as it gonged: “SHE ROBBER YOUR HOUSE!!!!”
I couldn’t take it anymore, and I was growing concerned that it was so loud and had me so shaky that people would notice.  Soon that concern was turning into a rage like I had never felt before.  Something took over my shaking body and then like a guided missile I got up, went to the office where my other friend Debby was sitting at the front desk alone and inquired; “Do you know what class Tammy S is right now?”  Debbie responded: “No, but I can find out for you Glo”.
Debbie went to the tall oak file cabinets lining the walls, their darkened and scarred bodies holding so many lives over the years, now ready to offer up the whereabouts of the girl who had hacked into my life and forever changed my world.
In no time at all, Debbie returned and excitedly told me: “She is in Biology class with Mr. Diuto on the second floor Gloria.”
I raced out the door while exclaiming, ‘Thank you Deb!’ my feet clapping on the marble floor echoing in the empty halls as I ran towards the steps.  Two at a time I slid my feet onto each grooved step, slip, slip, slip.  In what seemed like seconds, I was standing outside the Biology class peering in.  What luck, no teacher was present.  I saw Tammy right away, her being a tall girl of unmistakable appearance.  I called to her, “Tammy, can you come out here for a minute?”  Tammy responded; “Sure Gloria” and with that was outside in the hall with me, just the two of us.
I looked at her, trying to search deep into her eyes for any sign that might give up the truth.  “What is it, what do you want?” She said in a pleading tone.
The long empty hall gave way to such a focus on this exchange of energy between us, it grew like a
cacophony again in me; “SHE ROBBED YOUR HOUSE!!!” in a split second, the words were leaping from my mouth.  “YOU ROBBED MY PARENTS HOUSE!”  Tammy shrunk back to the wall of metal lockers, shaking her head at me and exclaiming; “No I didn’t, why are you saying that?”
But her eyes gave her away, she looked like a wild animal that was caught and trapped in a corner with no way to escape.  I repeated the words: “YOU ROBBED MY HOUSE!!!”
To which she again shook her head, but I was on her like a tiger who had caught her prey, shaking this much taller girl against the lockers and screaming the words over and over through burning tears; “YOU ROBBED MY HOUSE, YOU ROBBED MY HOUSE, YOU ROBBED MY HOUSE!!!!”  All the rage and hurt and anger screaming out of my body looking to finally escape and landing on this girl I barely even knew, and never really cared to know either.  This moment brought us together in a compressed heat that had taken me like a prisoner, a loyal subject that had no recourse but to respond in complete obedience to a power greater than my own.
Soon the rest of the class came scurrying out shouting; “Fight, O’Neil has Tammy against the wall!”  The doors began slamming open with big booms one by one down the hallway and soon there was a crowd of students and teachers all thronging towards us.

Several teachers pried me off and semi broke the spell of all that pain trying to find its freedom from its awful anchor inside of me.  Down the halls we went as they escorted us to the Vice Principals office.  We were instructed to sit in two worn light maple chairs while the Vice Principal walked over and shut the heavy Mahogany door in front of him and took his seat behind his desk that had several messy piles cascading over its top.

“Now, what is all this about?  Who started this fight?”  He asked us.  “She robbed my house!” I retorted.
“Well, this is a matter for the police to handle, not you.” He responded coolly.
Then he added: “This is no way for a lady to behave.”  “You are not the authorities and all you are going to do is get yourself in trouble. Now how do you know that Tammy is involved in this?”
“I just do” I said.
“Well, the police are investigating this, not you.” He stated sternly.
“And I don’t want to hear another thing about this, and especially from you Gloria.” He admonished.  “So I am giving you three days of detention, and I don’t want to see you back in here again and you are to leave this up to the police.”
So that was that.  I was given three days of detention and Tammy was simply reprimanded for fighting and told to go back to class.
It was about a week later, that my parents were informed they believed they had caught the kids who robbed the house.  A neighbor who was a police officer happened to be home that day, and saw kids running out the back door of our home.  He helped identify some of the kids, who happened to be passing around old gold coins.  The police followed up on the tip, and searched the battered Galaxy 500, where sure enough old silver and gold coins were laying around on the floor like trash, as if they had no value whatsoever.
Tammy was one of the kids identified.  They were brought to trial where my parents had to take more time off from working at their store (something that never happened) and watch the judge slap their hands and give some of the repeat offenders probation.
That was it.  No return of coins, no money, just a slap on the hands for invading our home stealing my parents hard earned savings and coin collection, and tormenting me in the fires of disillusionment and despair and carving a river of discord between my me and my parents.
Even though my mother had over the years, grown comfortable giving out commands of half-sentences that I was instructed to complete and did; and even though she insisted to me on occasion that she knew ‘I knew” and that I was reading her mind and many times I wasn’t able to, searched frantically through the attic of my being for the answers she sought: And even though her friends
would beg her to ask her mother to give them “Tea Leaf Reading’s” and even though she herself was often psychic. This one incident and the prodding of the Police who managed to strafe out clues that conspired to convict me on their scant little evidence scarred a shadow of a doubt into my mother and father.  Me, who normally got straight A’s started getting an occasional B and I was experimenting with Marijuana, which was considered a hard gateway drug and it was completely a mystery to my parents who knew nothing about it at all.  It was just one of the reefer madness doorways to hallucinations and whatever else their unwitting minds had conjured up.
My parents who worked long hours, were barely home anymore.  It was often left up to me to prepare supper.  Sometimes my mother would come home with a pot of food and go back to work soon after, leaving instructions and the threat to make sure we behave.
So I had ventured partially into a world that was forbidden, and that was enough to convict me in the jury of the mind, mine and theirs.
I didn’t have anything to do with that robbery.
I did wear nice clothes.  I worked hard too, and between where my mother insisted we shop and what she wanted me to wear and my own taste for nicer clothes, I was labeled a rich bitch by some of the darker elements at school.
I was robbed twice and had the leather coat stolen that I worked hard for to save and by myself.  That light tan supple leather with the white rabbit fur collar begged me to buy it.  Once I saw it, I couldn’t wear anything else.  It did stand out and so did I.  I tried to walk the tightrope between following my own desires and fitting in with the rest of my classmates, but it was no easy walk.
That all started a few years back when I transferred from private Catholic School St. Patrick’s; to go the newly built modern public school with the tall glass window stretching up into the ruffled cement canopy that I learned was the library. Things changed quite a bit in my world.
The new school had both girls and boys attending and some of those boys were cute.  It stood in stark contrast to the cold and ancient austere walls of the Catholic High all girls High School Magnificat that I was to attend.  Even though I was always one of the best students in school, my habit for getting into mischief confused me.  The combination and the knowledge that my friends who lived on my street, and my older sister who I admired also went, was enough to conspire against what was my better judgment.
I convinced my parents that the new school had curriculum that wouldn’t be available at Magnificat’s.  They were simply too busy to really investigate my reasoning and it would save them a hefty tuition fee that Magnificat would require.  So it was settled, I could attend the new high school down the street.
I was so eager and excited for my first day.  I could wear my new clothes instead of the uniform I had worn every day of all the years before.  I had my new suede shoes with the suede ties on the side, I felt like an Indian.  My nice Brooks Brothers plaid suit and sharply pressed blue shirt.
My long blonde hair neatly brushed and clipped on one side.  I nervously found my way through the throngs of children busily buzzing like a hive in the sparkling new surroundings.  Glancing at all the new faces who were glancing back at me, I felt both invigorated and nervous at the same time.  Many of the faces peering back at me also had an attitude and a toughness I had not encountered before.  Kids were chewing gum and so many girls were wearing heavy mascara and makeup.  They looked at me as if I were prey, something to be seized and taken down.
I made my way into room 108, my new homeroom.  Sitting nice and tidy at my desk, eyes beaming with hope the PA crackled on and a student’s voice announced the Principal.  The slight voice of a woman came on as she welcomed us all and extolled the virtues of the new school we were fortunate enough to attend.
Then she started listing some of the new students, and to my surprise, she stated: and we are pleased to have Gloria O’Neil from St. Patrick’s, an honor roll student….the words hung in the air as I felt the rest of the students turn their gaze towards me and the taunting began.  “Gloria an honor roll student, Oooooh!”
That was the beginning of a whole new world.  The girls, who wore the heavy makeup and dressed quite a bit differently than I, would gather in groups and purposely bump me in the halls, ask me to fight them (yes, strange as that sounds) and ask me if I thought I was special in my perfect clothes?  They would insist I dressed ‘queer’ and that I was so uncool.  Heading into gym class was like navigating a mine field.  If the instructor hadn’t opened the doors to the locker room, the girls were strung down the hall waiting, but around the water fountain this certain group of girls liked to gather and collect mouthfuls of water to spray at me as I darted into the safety of the locker room.
It wasn’t all the children who swarmed in these circles and searched for ways to tease me, luckily I found a few who were concerned about getting good grades and were a lot more like me.  But for some reason, they hadn’t been singled out to be picked on.
It wasn’t long before I was trading in some of my matching outfits, for jeans and more ‘hip’ clothing.  My mother seemed shocked that I wanted to go to one of the newer specialty shops in the mall, rather than one of our standby’s like Higbee’s or Halley’s.  “These clothes are not very nicely made” she would say, after I would win her over enough to get her to go inside of one.
Eventually, she caved and didn’t mind saving the money and I started to buy my own clothes too.
Soon enough, a blonde boy named Walter caught my eye and apparently, I caught his too.  We passed each other notes that we were interested in each other, “Hey, I like you, do you like me?” as the method went back then.  He was so cute, I was on cloud nine.  Of course, we barely talked except about homework or what happened in class, but just holding his hand seemed like a dream.  His wide, moist hand holding mine while walking down the halls felt like a stamp of approval and an arrival.  I felt safe and protected too, he was a wrestling champ!
Apparently this was cause for distress in one of the girls in the ‘gang’ though.  One day in gym class, the instructor had stepped out and left the class at the tumbling mats.  One of them, a large girl with freckles and long stringy red hair named Cindy came strolling up to me.  “I’m calling you out O’Neil” she exclaimed.  “Why?” I replied.  “Because you stole my boyfriend, he is mine!” she huffed with her hands on her hips.  She kept coming towards me, and just in the nick of time, we heard the sounds in the hallway signaling the return of our gym teacher.  “I’ll see you after school” Cindy shouted, “you’ll see, I am gonna kick your ass”.
Well, I managed to sprint like a gazelle that day and made it safely home.  What was she talking
about anyway?  Walter wasn’t her boyfriend.  When I spoke to him about it, he made a disgusting gesture and added a ‘yuck!’ so apparently, it was only a relationship in Cindy’s head anyway.
Still, the next day during recess, I was gathered around the pool table with some other girls and Cindy came strutting up to me and gave me a hardy shove.  “You think you can get away from me!” she shouted.  “I am going to kick your ass right now, fight O’Neil!”
Just as I started to gear myself for the inevitable, strategizing in my head how I would go about fighting her, another girl from the bad girl group came up and got between us.  Donna was a smaller girl, but always managed to find a way to sneak a smile towards me.  Now she was standing defiantly between Cindy and me, and she looked Cindy dead in the eyes and said: “If you want to fight Gloria you are gonna have to fight me first”.
What, I thought to myself.  Why is she sticking up for me?  I can’t believe this!
Cindy apparently was taken aback by this too.  She looked confusedly at Donna and asked her, “Why are you gonna fight for Gloria?” while she shook her head in disbelief.
Donna simply replied calmly and coolly; “If you want to fight Gloria, you are gonna have to fight me first, I’m just telling you.  She didn’t do anything to you.”
Cindy looked at me wide-eyed and then replied to Donna, “OK, I didn’t know you two were friends.”  And that was it.  Cindy never called me out again, and neither did anyone else from that school.  Donna M had come to my defense and no one messed with Donna M.
So I managed to find my way.  It wasn’t until I transferred to High School, that it all went sideways again.  For some reason, the infusion of new people into my world had decided that I was exactly the person to pick on and I looked naïve enough to rob on more than one occasion.  I was one of the shortest people in school; did that have anything to do with it?  I wasn’t sure.
It took me a while to harden my image up a bit more, but apparently that was somehow still not mask enough to Tammy and her band of thieves that there was something worth stealing from my home.  Who knows how kids talk to each other and what they say.  We did own one of the latest models of stereo colour TV’s.  But that was not touched.  (thankfully)

This all lead eventually to my Near Death Experience, but that will have to come later...to be continued...

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Hanging On The Stations of the Cross in Astrology

 The whole bible is an astrotheological treatise that is instructional, if you seek, you will find.
12 Apostles=12 Astrology signs, etc.

This is my own belief, that the Stations of the Cross, are also an allegory, (like everything Jesus taught to the 'masses', not the private instruction He gave to His disciples.
As the heavenly spheres, or Seraphim, evolve and aspect both the World chart and your personal chart, each HOUSE (MY FATHER'S HOUSE HAS MANY MANSIONS) will be affected via that transit. Every degree in astrology is a mansion.
Note, that Jeshua falls on all the 'angular' houses.  ANG-EL's.  Or, where there is an actual 'crossroads'.

The Stations of the Cross
Opening Prayer:
Opening Prayer
1.               Act of Contrition
Oh my God, I am heartily sorry, for having offended thee, and I detest all my sins because of thy just punishment, but most of all, for having offended you my God, who art deserving of all my love.
I firmly resolve, with the help of my faith, to sin no more, and to avoid the near occasion of sin, Amen.
I.                1st Station: Jesus is condemned to death
Aries/first house/crown of thorns. Mars/Ruler/Cardinal Cross

II.              2nd Station: Jesus carries His cross
          Fixed Cross/Ezekiel’s Wheel/Taurus the Bull.                                  Venus/Aphrodite/Goddess/Ruler/Earth.

III.            3rd Station: Jesus falls the first time
           Gemini/Twins/ mutable Cross. 3rd house/Mercury/Hermes/Ruler/Air

IV.            4th Station: Jesus meets his mother
           Cancer/Moon/Mother/Water/Cardinal Cross

V.              5th Station: Simon of Cyrene helps Jesus to carry his cross
           Leo/Sun/ruler/Fire Fixed Cross/Ezekiel’s Wheel

VI.            6th Station: Veronica wipes the face of Jesus
           Virgo/Mercury/Ruler/Earth Mutable Cross
            HEALTH.  

VII.          7th Station: Jesus falls the second time
           Libra/Venus/Air/Cardinal Cross

VIII.        8th Station: Jesus meets the women of Jerusalem
           Scorpio/Pluto/Hermes/Water/Fixed Cross

IX.            9th Station: Jesus falls a third time
           Sagittarius/Jupiter/Zeus/Fire/ Mutable Cross

X.              10th Station: Jesus clothes are taken away
            Capricorn/Earth/Saturn/EL Cardinal Cross

XI.            11th Station: Jesus is nailed to the cross
            Aquarius/Uranus/ANNUNAKI/Air/Fixed Cross

XII.          12th Station: Jesus dies on the cross
           PIsces/Neptune/Nephilim/ Water/ Mutable Cross

XIII.        13th Station: The body of Jesus is taken down from the cross
XIV.        14th Station: Jesus is laid in the tomb
XV.          Christ has risen

 When following this now, it might open up a different perspective:
I.             Leader: We adore Thee, O Christ, and bless Thee.
All: Because by Thy holy cross Thou hast redeemed the world.

Jesus, you stand all alone before Pilate. Nobody speaks up for you. Nobody helps defend you. You devoted your entire life to helping others, listening to the smallest ones, caring for those who were ignored by others. They don't seem to remember that as they prepare to put you to death.

As a child, sometimes I feel alone. Sometimes I feel that others don't stand up for me and defend me when I am afraid. Sometimes I don't feel like I am treated fairly, especially if I am scolded or corrected.

As an adult, sometimes I feel abandoned and afraid as well. Sometimes I too, feel like I am treated unfairly or blamed for things unfairly. I have a hard time when people criticize me at home or at work.


Help me be grateful for what you did for me. Help me to accept criticism and unfairness as you did, and not complain. Help me pray for those who have hurt me.


My Jesus, often have I signed the death warrant by my sins; save me by Thy death from that eternal death which I have so often deserved.

Our Father.... Hail Mary.... Glory Be to the Father....

Leader: Jesus Christ Crucified.
All: Have mercy on Us.
Leader: May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, Rest in peace.
All: Amen.

I.                Leader: We adore Thee, O Christ, and bless Thee.
All: Because by Thy holy cross Thou hast redeemed the world.

Jesus, you stand all alone before Pilate. Nobody speaks up for you. Nobody helps defend you. You devoted your entire life to helping others, listening to the smallest ones, caring for those who were ignored by others. They don't seem to remember that as they prepare to put you to death.

As a child, sometimes I feel alone. Sometimes I feel that others don't stand up for me and defend me when I am afraid. Sometimes I don't feel like I am treated fairly, especially if I am scolded or corrected.

As an adult, sometimes I feel abandoned and afraid as well. Sometimes I too, feel like I am treated unfairly or blamed for things unfairly. I have a hard time when people criticize me at home or at work.

Help me be grateful for what you did for me. Help me to accept criticism and unfairness as you did, and not complain. Help me pray for those who have hurt me.


My Jesus, often have I signed the death warrant by my sins; save me by Thy death from that eternal death which I have so often deserved.

Our Father.... Hail Mary.... Glory Be to the Father....

Leader: Jesus Christ Crucified.
All: Have mercy on Us.
Leader: May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, Rest in peace.
All: Amen.

II.              Leader: We adore you, O Christ, and we praise you.
All: Because by your holy cross You have redeemed the world.

Jesus, as you accepted your cross, you knew you would carry it to your death on Calvary. You knew it wouldn't be easy, but you accepted it and carried it just the same.

As a child, sometimes I don't like the problems that come my way. Sometimes I try to get others to take care of them or solve them for me. Sometimes I become upset and crabby when I'm asked to do even the smallest thing to help others.

As an adult I sometimes feel like I'm not appreciated. Sometimes I feel as if I accept more responsibility that I need to. I can feel sorry for myself, even though the crosses others carry are much larger than my own. In my self-pity, I don't reach out to help.

My Jesus, Who by Thine own will didst take on Thee the most heavy cross I made for Thee by my sins, oh, make me feel their heavy weight, and weep for them ever while I live.

Our Father.... Hail Mary.... Glory Be to the Father....

Leader: Jesus Christ Crucified.
All: Have mercy on Us.
Leader: May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, Rest in peace.
All: Amen.

III.            Leader: We adore you, O Christ, and we praise you.
All: Because by your holy cross You have redeemed the world.

Jesus, the cross you have been carrying is very heavy. You are becoming weak and almost ready to faint, and you fall down. Nobody seems to want to help you. The soldiers are interested in getting home, so they yell at you and try to get you up and moving again.

As a child, sometimes I start to do something, but then get tired of it. I hurry to get finished and sometimes don't do my work well. Sometimes I don't pay attention to what I should be doing. When things get hard for me, sometimes I give up.

As an adult, I sometimes put things off. I give up too easily, and sometimes don't

 
do my work as well as I know I can.

My Jesus, the heavy burden of my sins is on Thee, and bears Thee down beneath the cross. I loathe them, I detest them; I call on Thee to pardon them; may Thy grace aid me never more to commit them.

Our Father.... Hail Mary.... Glory Be to the Father....

Leader: Jesus Christ Crucified.
All: Have mercy on Us.
Leader: May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, Rest in peace.
All: Amen.

IV.
Leader: We adore you, O Christ, and we praise you.
All: Because by your holy cross You have redeemed the world.

Jesus, you feel so alone with all those people yelling and screaming at you. You don't like the words they are saying about you, and you look for a friendly face in the crowd. You see your mother. She can't make the hurting stop, but it helps to see that she is on your side, that she is suffering with you. She does understand and care.

As a child, sometimes I feel like too many things are going on. Sometimes other kids pick on me and call me names. I need to look around me for a friendly face, and for the help I need. I need to share my troubles with those who truly care about me.

As an adult I sometimes feel overwhelmed by many things. Life is so competitive, and I worry so much about my future and those who have some control over it. I need to remember that being an adult does not mean having to solve every problem all by myself. I need to look around me for a friendly face, for the help I need.

Jesus most suffering, Mary Mother most sorrowful, if, by my sins, I caused you pain and anguish in the past, by God's assisting grace it shall be so no more; rather be you my love henceforth till death.

Our Father.... Hail Mary.... Glory be to the Father....

Leader: Jesus Christ Crucified.
All: Have mercy on Us.
Leader: May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, Rest in peace.
All: Amen.
V.           Leader: We adore you, O Christ, and we praise you.
All: Because by your holy cross You have redeemed the world.

Jesus, the soldiers are becoming impatient. This is taking longer than they wanted it to. They are afraid you won't make it to the hill where you will be crucified. As you grow weaker, they grab a man out of the crowd and make him help carry your cross. He was just watching what was happening, but all of a sudden he is helping you carry your cross.

As a child, sometimes I see people who need my help. Sometimes I pretend not to hear when my parents call me. I disappear when I know others could use my help.

As an adult, sometimes I try to do as little as I can and still get by. Others might need my help, but I ignore their needs. Even when I'm asked to help, I sometimes claim to be too busy.

My Jesus, blest, thrice blest was he who aided Thee to bear the cross. Blest too shall I be if I aid Thee to bear the cross, by patiently bowing my neck to the crosses Thou shalt send me during life. My Jesus, give me grace to do so.

Our Father.... Hail Mary.... Glory be to the Father....

Leader: Jesus Christ Crucified.
All: Have mercy on Us.
Leader: May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, Rest in peace.
All: Amen.
VI.            Leader: We adore you, O Christ, and we praise you.
All: Because by your holy cross You have redeemed the world.

Jesus, suddenly a woman comes out of the crowd. Her name is Veronica. You can see how she cares for you as she takes a cloth and begins to wipe the blood and sweat from your face. She can't do much, but she offers what little help she can.

As a child, sometimes I know someone could use a little help and understanding. They may be picked on or teased by others, or just sad or lonely. Sometimes I feel bad that others don't step in to help, but I don't help either.

As an adult, I notice the needs around me. Sometimes my own family members crave my attention, and I don't even seem to notice. Sometimes a co-worker, friend, or family member could use help or understanding, but I don't reach out to help lest I be criticized, or that they demand more of me than I'd like to give.

My tender Jesus, Who didst deign to print Thy sacred face upon the cloth with which Veronica wiped the sweat from off Thy brow, print in my soul deep, I pray Thee, the lasting memory of Thy bitter pains.

Our Father.... Hail Mary.... Glory be to the Father....

Leader: Jesus Christ Crucified.
All: Have mercy on Us.
Leader: May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, Rest in peace.
All: Amen.
VII.        Leader: We adore you, O Christ, and we praise you.
All: Because by your holy cross You have redeemed the world.

This is the second time you have fallen on the road. As the cross grows heavier and heavier it becomes more difficult to get up. But you continue to struggle and try until you're up and walking again. You don't give up.

As a child, sometimes things get me down. Others seem to find things easier to do or to learn. Each time I fail, I find it harder to keep trying.

As an adult, sometimes I think I should know more than I do. I become impatient with myself and find it hard to believe in myself when I fail. It is easy to despair over small things, and sometimes I do.

Help me when things seem difficult for me. Even when it's hard, help me get up and keep trying as you did. Help me do my best without comparing myself with others.

My Jesus, often have I sinned and often, by sin, beaten Thee to the ground beneath the cross. Help me to use the efficacious means of grace that I may never fall again.

Our Father.... Hail Mary.... Glory be to the Father....

Leader: Jesus Christ Crucified.
All: Have Mercy on Us.
Leader: May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, Rest in peace.
All: Amen.
VIII.        Leader: We adore you, O Christ, and we praise you.
All: Because by your holy cross You have redeemed the world.

Jesus, as you carry your cross you see a group of women along the road. As you pass by you see they are sad. You stop to spend a moment with them, to offer them some encouragement. Although you are have been abandoned by your friends and are in pain, you stop and try to help them.

As a child, sometimes I think a lot about myself. I think about what I want and would like people to spend their lives pleasing me.

As an adult, sometimes I act like a child. I become so absorbed in myself and what I'd like that I forget about the needs of others. I take them for granted, and often ignore their needs.

Help me think more about others. Help me remembers that others have problems, too. Help me respond to them even when I'm busy or preoccupied with my own problems.

My Jesus, Who didst comfort the pious women of Jerusalem who wept to see Thee bruised and torn, comfort my soul with Thy tender pity, for in Thy pity lies my trust. May my heart ever answer Thine.

Our Father.... Hail Mary.... Glory be to the Father....

Leader: Jesus Christ Crucified.
All: Have Mercy on Us.
Leader: May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, Rest in peace.
All: Amen.
IX.         Leader: We adore you, O Christ, and we praise you.
All: Because by your holy cross You have redeemed the world.

Jesus, your journey has been long. You fall again, beneath your cross. You know your journey is coming to an end. You struggle and struggle. You get up and keep going.

As a child, sometimes I fail time and time again. I find it hard to get along with my sisters and brothers, sometimes I'm not honest, sometimes I'm lazy. I'm tempted to stop trying. It's just too hard sometimes.

As an adult, I often feel I should have conquered my weaknesses by now. I become discouraged when I'm confronted by the same problems over and over again. Sometimes I get weary. When I have health problems, I can become discouraged and depressed.

Help me think of the cross you carried. Help me continue to hope that I can make the changes in my life I need to. You didn't give up. I can have the strength to get up again as well.

My Jesus, by all the bitter woes Thou didst endure when for the third time the heavy cross bowed Thee to the earth, never, I beseech Thee, let me fall again into sin. Ah, my Jesus, rather let me die than ever offend Thee again.

Our Father.... Hail Mary.... Glory be to the Father....

Leader: Jesus Christ Crucified.
All: Have mercy on Us.
Leader: May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, Rest in Peace.
All: Amen.
X.           Leader: We adore you, O Christ, and we praise you.
All: Because by your holy cross You have redeemed the world.

The soldiers notice you have something of value. They remove your cloak and throw dice for it. Your wounds are torn open once again. Some of the people in the crowd make fun of you. They tease you and challenge you to perform a miracle for them to see. They're not aware that you'll perform the greatest miracle of all!

As a child, sometimes I'm tempted to repeat stories I know are unclean and disrespectful. I sometimes try to act grown up by using crude and bad words.

As an adult, sometimes I repeat stories that are disrespectful of others. I can entertain thoughts that are not clean. Sometimes I give the young people around me a bad example to follow.

Help me to keep myself pure and clean. Help me say things that build up the people around me. Help me overcome worldly desires that I may become more like Jesus. Help me set a good example for others to follow.

My Jesus, stripped of Thy garments and drenched with gall, strip me of love for things of earth, and make me loathe all that savors of the world and sin.

Our Father.... Hail Mary.... Glory be to the Father....

Leader: Jesus Christ Crucified.
All: Have mercy on Us.
Leader: May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, Rest in peace.
All: Amen.
XI.         Leader: We adore you, O Christ, and we praise you.
All: Because by your holy cross You have redeemed the world.

You are stretched out on the cross you have carried so far. The soldiers take big nails and drive them into your hands and feet. You feel abandoned by the people you loved so much. People seem to have gone mad. You have done nothing but good, yet they drive nails through your hands and feet.

As a child, sometimes I hurt others. Sometimes I join with friends and decide not to like another. We gang up against another and cause them hurt and pain. Sometimes I say or do hurtful things to my brothers and sisters. I can wonder what they'd think about themselves if they believed everything I told them about themselves.

As an adult, sometimes I discriminate against others. Even without thinking, I judge others because of their color, intelligence, income level or name. I forget that I am to live as a brother or sister to all people. Sometimes I use harsh words when I speak to my children and family members. I can find it easy to look for something that isn't very important and make it very important.

Help me look again at the people around me. Help me see the hurt and pain I have caused in others. Be with me to help me make amends for the harm I have done.

My Jesus, by Thine agony when the cruel nails pierced Thy tender hands and feet and fixed them to the cross, make me crucify my flesh by Christian penance.

Our Father.... Hail Mary.... Glory be to the Father....

Leader: Jesus Christ Crucified.
All: Have mercy on Us.
Leader: May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, Rest in peace.
All: Amen
Leader: We adore you, O Christ, and we praise you.
All: Because by your holy cross You have redeemed the world.

XII
As Jesus hung on the cross, he forgave the soldiers {compassion of the 12th house and PIsces} who had crucified him, and prayed for his mother and friends. Jesus wanted all of us to be able to live forever with God, {Neptune/12th house all is ONE} so he gave all he had for us.

Jesus, let me take a few moments now to consider your love for me. Help me thank you for your willingness to go to your death for me. Help me express my love for you!

My Jesus, three hours didst Thou hang in agony, and then die for me; let me die before I sin, and if I live, live for Thy love and faithful service.

Our Father.... Hail Mary.... Glory be to the Father....

Leader: Jesus Christ Crucified.
All: Have mercy on Us.
Leader: May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, Rest in

peace.
All: Amen.
XII.          Leader: We adore you, O Christ, and we praise you.
All: Because by your holy cross You have redeemed the world.

Jesus, how brutally you were put to death. How gently your are taken from the cross. Your suffering and pain are ended, and you are put in the lap of your mother. The dirt and blood are wiped away. You are treated with love.

As a child, sometimes I treat others better when they're sad or in pain. When somebody dies, I become very gentle and kind. I notice the good and kind things people say about those who have died.

As an adult, I seem to be kinder when someone dies. If only I could learn to see the good things about them while they were alive. If only I would tell those around me how much I love them, while I still have the opportunity to do so.

Help me look for the good in those around me, especially those I love the most. Help me live this day as if it were the last. Help me become a more gentle and loving person through my greater appreciation for those around me.

O Mary, Mother most sorrowful, the sword of grief pierced thy soul when thou didst see Jesus lying lifeless on thy bosom; obtain for me hatred of sin because sin slew thy Son and wounded thine own heart, and grace to live a Christian life and save my soul.

Our Father.... Hail Mary.... Glory be to the Father....

Leader: Jesus Christ Crucified.
All: Have mercy on Us.
Leader: May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, Rest in peace.
All: Amen.
XIII.      Leader: We adore you, O Christ, and we praise you.
All: Because by your holy cross You have redeemed the world.

Jesus, your body is prepared for burial. Joseph gave you his own tomb. He laid your body there and rolled a large stone in front of it, then went home. What a sad day it has been for so many people.

As a child, sometimes I try to keep everything for myself. I find it hard to share my things with my brothers or sisters and with my friends.

As an adult, I can be selfish too. I can accumulate things and keep them for myself. I try to make sure I have what I want before I share what I have with anybody else.

Help me think of Joseph of Arimathea, who risked his own life as he accepted Jesus' body for burial. Help me think of how Joseph loved Jesus so much that he gave him his own tomb.

My Jesus, beside Thy body in the tomb I, too, would lie dead; but if I live, let it be for Thee, so as one day to enjoy with Thee in heaven the fruits of Thy passion and Thy bitter death.

Our Father.... Hail Mary.... Glory be to the Father....

Leader: Jesus Christ Crucified.
All: have mercy on Us.
Leader: May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, Rest in peace.
All: Amen.
XIV.      Christ Has Risen  (alchemical rise out of the cocoon or chrysalis of the body/temp-EL.
 

Gethsemane (Greek: Γεθσημανή, Gethsemane; Hebrew: גת שמנים‎‎, Gat Shmanim; Syriac: ܓܕܣܡܢ, Ga Šmānê, lit. "oil press") is a garden at the foot of the Mount of Olives in Jerusalem, most famous as the place where Jesus prayed and his disciples slept the night before his crucifixion.
Oil press?  See the first chapter of the book, Alchemy of the Soul, which you will find on here, to elucidate on ‘the wine/oil-press’.

Friday, March 10, 2017

Holding The Hot and Leaden handles of Hades and EL

Spring is upon us, we will meet the spring equinox on March 20, 2016 6:29 AM EDT when the moon is at 27* of Sagittarius and the sun is ingressing into Aries at 0*.
First, we settle into the full moon at 22* of Virgo at 10:53 am on March 12th.   Do you see the lovely T-square with Saturn/EL hovering at 27* Sagittarius (the Galactic Center) forming the handle to the sun at 22* PIsces swimming alongside (In occultation with) Chiron the wounded healer at 24* PIsces which drags Mercury/Hermes into the net  at 28* PIsces. We see this is a very dreamy force in opposition to LaLuna at 22* of Virgo the Virgin.  Look at it this way, you will finally feel like you are getting little bit of a ‘handle on the situation’, as you hold the opposite energies and the Lord of the Rings opens the fault line of the Galactic Center infusing a sterling centaur up from the depths of your soul.
But not so fast, just when you think you have a firm grip on our changing world, we see that Pluto/Hades still has a death grip at 19 Capricorn on the handle of the T square formed by squaring Uranus at 22* of Aries the Ram in opposition to Jupiter/Zeus at 21* Libra the scales of justice.  All of this, while Venus/Aphrodite stationed Retrograde on March 4th. At 13* Aries.
Venus you see, rules your resources and basic income/wealth.  Retrograde, she might pull back something you’ve earned and didn’t receive or she could move the carrot a little further down the road, depending on your personal horoscope and choices.  She will ram down the road and jump into the deep waters of Pisces on April 2nd at 8:29AM.  We can hear the steam as it burns off the heat of Aries and submerges into the watery depths until we remember we can breathe under water and ‘release ourselves’ at 26*PIsces when she finally stations direct on April 15th.   Here is the kicker, at 26* PIsces Venus will be meeting up with Chiron who has galloped through the sea now at 26* Pisces too and together they are not only
squaring Saturn/EL at 27* of Sagittarius, riding the Galactic Center don’t forget, but tapping into the light of the sun in the light of the full moon. Chiron being a centaur, swimming with Venus/Aphrodite we are reminded that the hippocampus is literally a ‘sea horse’.  This as you will recall is also the ‘Chariot’ card number 07.  See how the hippocampus is literally a sea horse, swimming in the Neptunian waters of your mind?  Now, as the sun has left his glow you can see your star light, your ‘essence’ rising with Venus/Aphrodite you will give birth once she reaches the shores of Aries again, dries off her drenched heart and leaves the discomfort of old EL’s cold, leaden, reality.  On April 28th, Venus will find her way back to the hot, scorched earth of Aries.  Along the way, she will also meet up with Hermes/Mercury on March 18th at 9* of Aries.  Ever see a depth charger go off deep in the sea?  Well, picture that and you will get an idea of the energy being ‘discharged’.
 Mercury rules communication and merchants too, so we will probably see a long list of ‘big box’ stores closing.  Mercury/Hermes will station RX on April 9th at 4* of Taurus the bull and Venus/Aphrodite at 27* PIsces will oppose Lady Luna who will be at 27* of sensual Virgo the Virgin. This whole period we will be seeing signs of troubled waters on the world stage financially, that will bring a very revealing ‘May Day’.
Many of us are still just learning to hold the reigns of our own chariots, and these two handles, Saturn/EL and Pluto/Hades are neither are comfortable or easy as the two levers by which we can chart our course.  Saturn in Sagittarius you can hear the horse restless in the gate, he wants to run free and yet he is harnessed.  This brings up all the issues of ‘the other’ and this time has people weaving together their spiritual beliefs with the mundane world.  Who is a foreigner?  We see the confluence of indigenous cultures with descendants of immigrants and the question of where the flow of refugees, streaming out of the Middle East and up into Europe and out into the seas like branches on a huge tree.   Pluto/Hades in Capricorn is like grabbing a hot coal and slowly over time, becoming comfortable out of necessity after the blisters subside.  He is burning down the golden pyramid from the inside.  We see the last vestiges of our government as we enter into the end of an age, when first Saturn/El will conjunct/occult the natal US Pluto preparing for our Pluto return in 2020.
We will see many structures change over the coming years.
Now for the really personal, we go to the very ‘essence’ and which essential oils or blends are important right now.  Every time you use Breathing Easy © you are helping build your immune system and preparing your temple (Temp-EL) for the Holy Spirit.  Two secret ingredients being Frankincense and Myrrh, you are always anointing your temp-el.
In addition this time of the year brings up many allergies as the sun thaws out the frozen soil and so much is released into the air.  We will do our annual Breathing Easy and Sinus special because as usual, so many are still suffering those nasty colds, Bronchitis and flu that doesn’t want to leave and in some cases, seem to have set up their own personal camp.
But you have what you need with ArcAncient’s Breathing Easy © and Sinus relief © and so do your clients!
Fortunately or unfortunately as the case may be, there is a reason I know a lot about dealing with compromised lungs.  As shared with you last year at this time, but for those who weren’t with us yet and those that were, it bears repeating.
Most of you know, that when I died, laying in that hospital bed unmoving save for being moved, I
was a prime candidate for pneumonia and got a terrible case during that hospital stay.
It was God awful let me tell you, having to use the breathing apparatus, making my hurting lungs try to expand, it feels as though they are in a lead vise.
My stomach being completely cut open, seriously…open the entire length of my stomach, stem to sternum, and being forced to cough, to move that leaden blanket around my chest,
which also made my stomach heave, so I had to try to hold both at the same time without spilling my guts out…through the bandaging.
So, when I say that I know what it is like to be very sick,  perhaps you might understand a bit more, why it is that I do what I do.
Why it is important that everything is of the most exquisite ingredients (pure organic essential oils and organic golden jojoba as carrier) possible, because I use them myself and have now for over 20 years.
So have many other people, yourselves included, and can you imagine being without this crucial helper when you feel something coming on, let alone when you actually come down with something?
I cannot.  I don’t want to think what it would be like, not to be able to reach for my Breathing Easy, simply remove the cap, roll it around my throat and chest, on a tissue to continue to inhale deeply, and yes, I am many others I have learned, roll it right inside of my nose.
In fact, another true story I tell, is of a friend of mine, Linda Green’s experience, sharing a Breathing Easy with one of the Shaman’s in Machu Pichu.  She explains that he wanted to see the Breathing Easy and he shoved the whole bottle up his nose and snorted it so she said he could just ‘keep it for himself now’…lol.  ~ Yes, even a genuine shaman wanted the Breathing Easy that bad.
With over 11 different pure essential oils, this blend is a must have, and if you feel that way, share your own story, your own comfort in knowing that you have that to rely on to help you through a rough patch.
Not only will this help you through a sickness, should you come down with something, it will help boost the immune system, and rolled on the throat and chest, will help keep you from getting sick too.
Ravensara is the major component of our Breathing Easy and Sinus blends.

The leader in this blend, is of course, RAVENSARA.
I spoke with Dr. James Duke about his favorite oils and herbs to use, and he confirmed to me the importance of Ravensara.
(He also has a list that I have included below)
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RAVENSARA (Ravensara Anisata/Aromatica)

DESCRIPTION: A tree growing up to 40ft. high with leathery leaves.
EXTRACTION: Essential oil by steam distillation of the leaves, and sometimes fruit and bark.
AROMATHERAPY HOME USE
SKIN CARE: Acne, cellulite, dermatitis, shingles.
RESPIRATORY SYSTEM: Allergies, asthma, bronchitis, catarrh, colds, coughs, emphysema, flu's (esp. Myxovirus influenza), halitosis, sinus.
IMMUNE SYSTEM: Helps to boost and protect the immune system. Counters virus infections and rids the body of toxins. Colds, flu's, fevers.
NERVOUS SYSTEM: Anti-depressant. Mental fatigue, clears the mind and strengthens the nerves, headaches.
DIGESTIVE SYSTEM: Flatulence, cramps, nausea.
CIRCULATION, MUSCLES & JOINTS: Arthritis, deep tissue pain, poor circulation, rheumatism.
EMOTIONAL OR SPIRITUAL: Cleanser for the psyche.
PROPERTIES: Analgesic, Antirheumatic, antiseptic, antiviral, bactericidal, deodorant, digestive, expectorant, febrifuge, fungicidal,parasiticide, rubefacient, stimulant, vermifuge.
PRINCIPAL CHEMICAL CONSTITUENTS: Limonene, Sabinene, Isoledene, Estragole, B-Caryophyllene, B-Myrcene, a-Terpinene, a-Pinene, Cineol, & Linalool.

ADDITIONAL: This oils presents an excellent defense against flu's and viral infections. This provides excellent pain relief for premenstrual cramps.

We make a nice tea using gathered herbs, but you can also use the ones shown, or visit: TheHerbalSage, where my friend, Maureen is whipping up freshly gathered teas all the time.

Add to this tea a couple drops of ArcAncient’s pure, organic lemon essential oil and some local honey.  (The stuff in supermarkets is often not even honey).

LEMON- citrus limon
DESCRIPTION: A small evergreen tree up to 6 meters high with serrated oval leaves, stiff thorns and very fragrant
flowers. The fruit turns from green to yellow on ripening.

EXTRACTION: Essential oil by cold expression from the outer part of the fresh peel.
AROMA THERAPY HOME USE
SKIN CARE: Acne, greasy skin, insect bites, and varicose veins.
 CIRCULATION, MUSCLES AND JOINTS: Arthritis, cellulitis, obesity, poor circulation, rheumatism.
RESPIRATORY SYSTEM: Asthma, throat infections, bronchitis.
IMMUNE SYSTEM: Colds and flu, fever and infection.
EMOTIONAL OR SPIRITUAL: Clears the system creating space for emotions. Helpful to maintain independence and concentration during emotional turmoil. Medical research has proven it has a psychologically strengthening effect on patient’s fears as well as depression.
PROPERTIES: Antianemic, antimicrobial, antineuralgic, antipruritic, antirheumatic, antisclerotic, antisorbutic, antiseptic, antitoxic, astringent, bactericidal, carminative, cicatrisant, depurative, diuretic, emollient, escharotic, febrifuge, hemostatic, hepatic, hypoglycemiant, hypotensive, insecticidal, laxative, rubefacient, stimulant, stomachic, tonic, vermifuge.
PRINCIPAL CHEMICAL CONSTITUENTS: Linalool (alcohol), citra I, citronellal (aldehydes), cadinene
(sesquiterpene), bisabolene, camphene, dipentene, limonene, phellandrene, pinene (terpenes).
ADDITIONAL: Joy, emotional clarity, lively, strength, memory, emotionally invigorated, resentful, bitter, lethargic,
humorless, indecisive, bad attitudes, distrust, mental blocks, turmoil.

HERBS Additionally recommended by Dr. James Duke, formerly a scientist working with the USDA, living with indigenous people all over the world and studying what they use to heal naturally.  They took back the plant material and de-constituated it to find the medicinal properties that they would then try to replicate as best as they can in many instances, the root source for so much of our drugs today.
Turmeric or its major active ingredient curcumin are active against CVB3, FHI, FIPV, Flu, HBV, HCV, Herpes, HIV, Japanese encephalitis, papilloma, parainfluenza; Respiratory Syncytial Virus, Vesicular Stomatitis Virus.
That is directly from James Duke’s website.  Dr. Duke also recommends Milk thistle, which is also a good tonic for the liver, and we want that working in top order.
We also use: Echinacea, and another great herbalist, Rosemary Gladstar designed, Traditional Medicinal’s, so for a half-way decent herbal tea from your local grocery store, try her Echinacea tea.
Increase Garlic and onion intake.
Take a good Vitamin C (not just ascorbic acid) at least 1,000 mg.
Ginger will also add some heat to the system/digestion keeping you running smother than sluggish.
Dr. Duke also recommends the following: Bilberry, Celery seed (think chicken soup), Evening primrose, Ginkgo, Hawthorn, Horse chestnut, Kava kava, Saw palmetto, and St. John's wort
For in-depth information on oil safety issues, read Essential Oil Safety by Robert Tisserand and Rodney Young.

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Hades Cross Turning The Depths To Set The Soul of the World on Fire

Happy New Moon Eclipse!
Our lovers, sun and moon are busy getting busy in this eclipse, both of them swimming at 8* of PIsces.  Who else is swimming with them?  Poseidon trolling her hooks at 11* of PIsces, ruling her waters…drowning Mercury who is barely staying afloat, in detriment at 1* of PIsces.  Holy of Holies…impregnation while our lights go out.  Communication?  On the one hand, there will be soft places to land, empath’s will be overloaded but incapable of turning away those who need that soft, listening heart.  Angels abound, while also being very necessary.  The LIGHT and the DARK.
Hermes/Mercury, ruler of communication will also drown in the illusion, submerge yourself fully, don’t come bobbing back up, only to say something you might regret..
 
This T-Cross, With Jupiter now retrograde hanging in the balance of Libra at 22* (power number magnifying relationships) opposing UR-anus electrifying Mars who is also in rulership at 21* Aries, is pushing for CHANGE/REVOLUTION!
The lovely Aphrodite/Venus is also in detriment at 12* of Aries, she is in the opposing sign of one of her domains, she would rather leave it up to Mars/Ares to initiate, so is not comfortable here…AT ALL.  She is all ALL-ONE.
Who is holding the handle to this tension?  Pluto/Hades at 18* of Capricorn.  Yes, the great malefic, has his hands all over this little party.  As if this is not enough of a good time, Jupiter/Zeus is also sesquisquare our Sun, Moon, Neptune stellium… We are adding the aspect of the Square with a SemiSquare Aspect of forty five degrees. This is an uncomfortable relationship between the planets leaving the psyche in distress. These difficult aspects, are also the basis we build upon.  As stated many times before, you can ONLY BUILD WITH THE SQUARE.  So, the discomfort, is meant to be a catalyst to create something entirely new, push us past our normal boundaries and go diving deep into Poseidon’s world.  Imagine Dorothy’s house spinning in a tornado, only UNDERWATER.  Now, she looks out the window to the frightening visions, Hades conjures up her worst fears while Uranus is changing the scene so fast, she only has time to gasp.  She also will submerge so deep, she will find she can breathe underwater. 
Now, during these ‘flashes of insight’ that will flicker in the dark and deep, look there…do you see that shiny pearl there…yes…there it is.  Grab her, hold her close, you have found the light of your soul.
Shining internally from the beginning.
Remember, this whole process has been long in the making, to CREATE THIS OPPORTUNITY, to expose your light on deck.  Shine so others can see who you really are.
Faking will be exposed.  The veil thinning like Arachne’s thread unravelling the curtain.  The mystery’s revealing themselves in a race with our monsters no longer hiding either, because they cannot.  This is also why they are trying to make people fear the ‘other’…the unseen…so they can tighten control before we ‘wake up’ and see the Light of the World.
Don’t forget, we also have EL, Lord of the Rings, Saturn at 26* of Sagittarius, in a lovely wide fire trine (ACTION) to Uranus and Mars at 21* of Aries the Ram.
There won’t be any cannonballs being shot at success now, but slow and steady progress.  We will be asked to return and review this progress along the way this year.  So, the movement is tentative.  The square might make you feel, ‘boxed in’ but jumping from one thing to the other, is probably not the best thing, or expect your feet to get a little fried when they only land in another hot plate.  Remember, this is forming…not formed, save for the seed that you came here with…to plant a future that is going to become more and more exigent.
We are here to plant a new earth, to imprint as best we can, the world we wish for.  It is not the one we have, but the one that is ‘being birthed’.
Get your seeds and bulbs ready.
This is a potent formation to tap into.
Create your vision boards, fertilize and water your fertile earth.
Light your candles that cast back the dark and call in new love.
Remember, these are tender shoots…can’t give them too much exposure, until they have gained strength, don’t go putting your little babies right out there, people are frightened and HUNGRY FOR A NEW VISION, LIKELY TO STEAL OR TRAMPLE ON YOUR OWN, IF THEY HAVE NOT FOUND THEIR OWN LIGHT, they only see their shadow from the light you cast.
This is a CROSS, it is okay to fall, try not to be so hard on yourselves.  Squares are BOXES, it is normal to feel 'boxed in', you have NOT MADE A MISTAKE that you are being punished for, this is a world cross, world squares...how they affect you personally, is designed to activate YOUR GIFT, YOUR LIGHT.  
In one word, this is AN EMERGENCE.  Know that you are being 'birthed' right now.
Be safe.  Be kind.  Be true.
The way will be made clear for you.