Blog Awards: Dragon’s Loyalty & “Shauny”

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Piccadilly Circus 1969 - with heroin-addict artist at night

Piccadilly Circus 1969 – with heroin-addict artist with one leg, at night

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Through blog awards – each with its own flavour – we in the blogging community express our mutual appreciation, AND open fresh doors for visitors, through those we nominate.

The hallmark of a healthy society and economy is reciprocal:  the sharing of human Currency or gift so that it increases.   In the future, Solar Fusion (which creates more energy than it uses, and leaves no toxic waste) may alter our entire relationship with energy.   At present our society is fed on fuel fission (which subtracts the energy it extracts) – generating a divisive and competitive world view.

This is a preamble to the point!  All change begins somewhere, and as Schumacher used to say – Small is Beautiful – and in the more places, the better …

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Steven Wells of Gardening in Greenwood nominated me for these two Awards, more than  a month ago.  I’m afraid it took me all this time to clear the slate, and thank him properly, here. The  intention counts!

I have been appreciating Steve’s garden in Seattle for some months now, and more recently, his other blog, Naked Nerves.   The garden in Seattle is a small Arboretum of rare shrubs and dwarf trees.  Each has its thriving personality and its own story, and Steve takes us to visit them as they change colour and season.   They are nurtured with care, tenderness, and respect for their native roots in the wild.  They complement the humanity in Steve’s other blog, Naked Nerves, in which he writes with honesty – and the same dedication – of raw bipolar stresses in the soul.   The naked nerves are a ferment which the garden hears and heals;  and life and love just about keep going.

Certain conditions can make us very isolated – until we have the courage as Steven has, to put his fingers to the keys, touching others, who write back.   There is a poetic juxtaposition of wild interior weathers with the careful garden:  the buds come through the spring and Nature is invincible.  She changes colour around every corner.  Steve, you are a soul gardener.

I treasure in the blogging community,  my FRIENDSHIP with Steven and other like minds, and the way we share our filaments criss crossing ocean and continent, rotating day and night, sleep and rise.  Hitting the “Publish” key after a long day … then a small Star or Comma appears from a kindred spirit across the pond, who just got up – oh, the uplift, warmth and synchrony.  The soul contact is real.  As Debra in The Ptero Card said in one of her posts – facebook is a market place, each face falls quickly out of sight, but the blogosphere is our room of the soul, where we meet our friends.

So that is how we are:  the reciprocity.   Thank you, Steven.   And thank us all!

Be friends with my self.  This is a drawing i did in 1988.  I felt I was two halves, or friends in the heart, sheltering each other from the rain.

Be friends with my self. This is a drawing i did in 1988. I felt I was the left and right sides, or friends in the seed/grain, sheltering each other from the rain.

There are rules for the formal acceptance and posting of Awards.  I cannot follow them to the letter, because not all bloggers wish to accept them;  so I shall post here again  my links to those I nominate – plus some new ones – so you might visit them on a trail of your own:  the connectivity.

The rules are:  Thank the person who nominated you, and introduce their blog.  Upload the award to your post and in your sidebar – you can drag it to your desktop.  List 10-15 bloggers whose work you enjoy or find inspiring. (You can contact them individually.)  List 7 things about yourself today.  I think that’s it!   There is no obligation to receive the Award unless you want to  – only my appreciation of what you create and share.

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Here below, are two links – where the award process is  explained in more detail.  By the way , I changed the colour a bit, in my awards; I wanted my dragon to look more silvery.  You might want to take yours from the following two sites where they are brighter.

The Dragon’s Loyalty Award is a broad thank-you to followers and friends.  What makes dragons loyal?  Are we friendly to our dragons?  It is a hot, prickly, lonely business being a dragon, guarding pearls and maidens from galloping gung-ho heroes, and pondering our blogs.

Dragons are necessary when we are young.  Somebody said to me, a long time ago:  “So you must do the obvious:  help the child to grow.  Nurture her.  Let the child grow into woman, then she will step over the dragon.”

Ourobouros flower - Roob alchemy-mysticism

Ourobouros flower – Roob alchemy-mysticism

Here be dragons” – the unknown regions in a map.  For me the dragon is – in the elder wisdom – the Ourobouros serpent:  telluric pulse, or current of secret fire.   Where Leylines through earth, and Meridians through our body, flow together, the dragon erupts; the dragon emerges.   On places where the pulse was strong, holyTowers were built, to channel and contain it.  On the Somerset Levels, there are several … Glastonbury Tor, Burrowbridge …

The Shauny Award is a new one, created at the end of last year.  What a fine picture of Edinburgh Castle on its Rock.

Here is Shaun’s blog.

The Shauny “rules” are pared-down simple:

“Show humanity, show love,
be yourself, don’t be others,
don’t gossip,
and then share with 10 others.”

Doesn’t it make us pause to think?   At any time of the day?

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And this ... is on the next page.  How does it feel to be a dragon?  How does it feel with the earth's electricity through your spine, and nearly blowing your top?

And this … is on the next page. How does it feel to be a Dragon? How does it feel with the earth’s electricity through your spine, and blowing your top?

For the Dragon’s Loyalty Award, seven things about myself today are:

1) It is cold and sunny out, and my kitchen where I work is awash with food not put away, my bike, some art materials, the washing up and a comb-binder for making books.

2) I feel depressed because at the weekend I couldn’t find the right thing to say, to two persons whom I love, and I may have annoyed them.  Yet I know that is my invention.  

3) My eyes are tired with screen work, and I should take a bike ride into the countryside. 

4) I am sleeping better at nights just now.  Great.

5) I keep forgetting – and re-membering again – to breathe deep, quiet, slow and be affectionate with life just as it comes into the room.  (Smile.)

6) Small trains rattle past the window, with their passengers, rise and fall.  I’m enjoying my award today.

7) Who am I ?

Self in 1988, drawn with left hand

Self in 1988, drawn with left hand

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Here are bloggers I nominate for their loyalty and for their inspiration and integrity:  Enjoy.

http://aryayogi.wordpress.com/
http://ellisnelson.com/
http://elenedom.wordpress.com/
http://paharidotme.wordpress.com/
http://thesunhermit.wordpress.com/
http://www.chaoswitch.com/
http://apothecarysgarden.com/
http://wakingtheinfinite.wordpress.com/
http://blackwingangel.wordpress.com/
http://jesusweddingthebook.wordpress.com/
http://theunbrokenstreamoflife.wordpress.com/
http://meetingwithcharlie.com/
http://truebeautyalways.com/
http://doronart.com/
http://staffordartglass.wordpress.com/
http://andweattend.wordpress.com/

Making this list – and it is difficult to keep up with the reading – I love you all, and what we tell each other.

http://ptero9.com/
http://gardeningingreenwood.wordpress.com/
http://nakednerves.wordpress.com/
http://dcardiff.wordpress.com/
http://juliannevictoria.com/
http://duppyconqueress.wordpress.com/
http://thelivinglight.wordpress.com/
http://tobiehewitt.wordpress.com/
http://esotericmetaphor.wordpress.com/
http://superaalifragilistic.wordpress.com/
http://zestandgrit.wordpress.com/

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Near Notre-Dame, Paris 1969

Near Notre-Dame, Paris 1969

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My adventure invites fellow travellers.  I am a poet, an artist and a seer.  I welcome conversation among the PHILO SOFIA, the lovers of wisdom.

This blog is  a vehicle to promote also my published work – The Sacred India Tarot (with Rohit Arya, Yogi Impressions Books) and The Dreamer in the Dream – a collection of short stories (0 Books). Watch this space.

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The Family and the Wand

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This winter and new year, terrible storms have battered people and homes around the west coast – waves breaking spray many times higher than the houses, and ripping up roads.  My heart goes out to these families and their homes, and to all who live on flood plains, and cannot sell or move.  How can we help each other?

Calm weather here in London with un-predictable clouds, downpours, and a touch of frost – my spirit is lighter than last month.   I feel the little seeds sprouting in the ground, the tender young Yang, the naked growing moon tide from the point of rock bottom.   There is a tiny oscillation, which grows and forms a pulse, a conic sound or psyche wave.

Here is an astrology Synastry:  a combined chart of two friends who got to know each other last year: a diagrammatic portrait of their relationship.   I haven’t put the Houses in. Her planets are black:  His are red.  Look just at that bundle of wands in the Nodal stem !  The lunar Nodes are the Karmic path, drawing souls together.

I feel the Swords of my previous post turn into Wands – a suit of Wands.

Synastry, A and D

What are these Wands?

In general:  his and her Mercuries and Southnodes hold hands, across the Aries Taurus cusp.   That by itself is interesting.  I feel that in each area of her life which was stuck, he gives it a shake-up and a joke:  they have a Uranus-Moon exchange.   If he was a father, and she a baby with wind, he picks her up and burps her.   At the same time they enjoy their independent characters – Moon square Moon, to each side of their companionable Suns (Tifareth, a shared enterprise in the soul.)

My mind being what it is, the chart with its past-life resonances feels shoes-on-my-feet authentic.   The past-life theme may or may not be historically true;  does that matter?  Who writes the history?  The hidden depth of the iceberg authorizes deep responses and imagery in my map, over decades.

The terrain to come this year in a general sense, is Daat:  the unknown cognition of the Tree of Life:  a space of union.

See the magnetic fields of person or planet - their curve

See the magnetic fields of person or planet – their curve

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Last Wednesday, new year’s day, New Moon Yesod was on the Capricorn Daat-Tifareth.   I feel the Unknown Quantum in any speculation.   It is a solar corona, a dark apple limned with gold:  the jewel of the north.   I feel and see alchemical gold:  anything in front of it is shadow.

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Anything could happen.

Friendship sustains itself, it has a good feeling which is very hard to break.   True Friendship is a wand which cannot be broken.  Family ties have a different energy, often they are too binding and close, and they snap.  But when a conscious guardian-friend function to the “child” is embarked upon, it builds a unique loyalty.   It is not compulsory.   It takes TIME … roughly of the kind for a parent and child to bond and get to know each other;   but it needs less time, because of the mature choice to bend towards each other:  to be inclined.   Astrology indicates the inclination.

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Harry breaks the elder-wand

I was just thinking of the bit near the end of the Deathly Hallows, when the battle is over, Voldemort is destroyed, and Harry has the Elder Wand.   He has the potential for total global Dominion “for the better good”.   But he takes that wand and he breaks it in half.

What a liberation – release!   The thrall is transformed to a snapped twig.

The wands and branches of friendship for each other, on the other hand, are Living Wood. It is so profound.  Harry’s intuition from his dead Headmaster, was to allow Voldemort to steal the Elder Wand, come out, and self-disable with it, in full.  When evil has no backup – because the horcrux portions were shattered – and faces the Light, it cannot prevail.   The elder stick shrivelled and drooped in Voldemort’s hand – a limp dick.

Harry didn’t know why, but he knew what to do, and his doubt was guided through Daat/Abyss, a step at a time.  When he took the castaway Elder wand from the fallen wizard’s ash, and snapped it himself … that is such a beautiful movement.

And I think of Wands, and what they are – the Living Wood through which the stellar filaments flow, which bind and release the Universe.  It may accelerate or slow down matters between people, and the processes in our Nature.   I once had a very strong Karmic wand with a man, a dark wood, which gave him glory and grief.   This was not a wand used for evil, so it doesn’t need to be snapped.   Its allegiance to Life is transferred.

GALLERY – roots and shoots

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Humanity’s deep desire is for the Family, and for its children’s children to go on boarding the red steam train to school in Scotland, term after term.

The fantasy that stood before the Family would blot it out;  this is the same in any political or commercial dictatorship, and in any belief with which we label one another.    Two best-seller archetypes, Harry Potter and the Da Vinci Code, conclude with a healed and healing Family of humankind:  an open question, not a lid.   To “solve” that Greater Mystery would disable it:  to kebab it with our Wand.

Our Wand of Man:  our human wand.   Yours and mine.  Ours.

The wand is the power of the Tao in all the veins;  in hands, feet, spine, breath.  It is pictured as a living dark wood, blackthorn or willow;  it draws the sky and galaxies:  dragons heartstrings and phoenix feathers flow in it like blood and song:   like – as the Upanishads say – the cream in the milk, the fire in the wood, the tree in the apple, the oak in the acorn, the atom, the still small voice, the child in the man, the seed in the woman.

The Wand is grown right here and now – in my heart;   in yours.

Menorah Tree of Sapphires

Menorah Tree of Sapphires

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My adventure invites fellow travellers.  I am a poet, an artist and a seer.  I welcome conversation among the PHILO SOFIA, the lovers of wisdom.

This blog is  a vehicle to promote also my published work – The Sacred India Tarot (with Rohit Arya, Yogi Impressions Books) and The Dreamer in the Dream – a collection of short stories (0 Books). Watch this space.

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All art and creative writing in this blog is copyright © Janeadamsart 2012-2014. May not be used for commercial purposes. May be used and shared for non-commercial means with credit to Jane Adams and a link to the web address https://janeadamsart.wordpress.com/

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This is the story (in instalments of course) of two very dear friends, their hen sessions and their celebrations.  Their names are Mrs Bhattacharya and Mrs Bhattapanjali.  Their golden sister Mrs Buttercookie lives in the States and outshines them both.

So this is for you, Mrs B!

On a late autumn day – they are both getting on a bit – the Mrs B’s go walking on Hampstead Heath to discuss the tao in the masculine landscape.

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Both of them are consoled and egged on by a certain old gentleman of Tiru with a raised eyebrow, kettle and a walking stick.   When they have a lot to say, the kettle steams.

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Here they are, after a lengthy and successful session on the Menfolk.

The mens’ names are Bull and Snake, for astrological reasons.  In the black bag is all their stuff for recycling.

Here is the difficult business concerning the mens’ other ladyfolk, whose names are Bottle and Jigsaw-puzzle.  The Mrs B’s morph into Bird and Goat-fish (alias mermaid).

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Here are the two friends, on an outing to the west of London.   The Lord of Canals is Siva.  This canal threads the  London area  from Lymehouse docks to Brentwood east of Richmond, and is its secret life.

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However …

Womans’ work is never done.

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The only and obvious solution, is to magick up … a suitable suitor for Jigsawpuzzle (alias Ms Hi-boots in deutschland)

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… an irresistible swain for Bottle, at present holidaying on a remote Scottish island, with fishing tackle and Snake in tow.  Bottle is always taking Snake away with her to tour abroad, while Mrs Bhattapanjali pines at home.

Both these Spells in the course of time, WORKED.  Jigsawpuzzle found her ideal therapist, so Bull was free to graze.  And Hamish was hooked, and moved in next door to Bottle, who never noticed the Snake who quietly slithered away…

But first there was the long, hard work …

… to get Bottle to fall in love with her heaven sent Solution.   Some persons cannot see the obvious when it stands right there in front of them.

As every connoisseur knows, true malt surpasses scotch …  it just takes more time.

At least, while Bottle is concentrating, the Snake can disappear discreetly up his holy mountain.

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On a lighter note …

to welcome Mrs Bhattacharya back from her adventures with bovine Bull in deutschland, the Snake and the Fish-goat (alias Mrs Bhattapanjali) planted …

… a fine Virginia creeper in her garden, to thank her for sheltering them in her house.

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Dear Buttercookie from the Deep South, this is not the best sketch of you, because done in rather a hurry …

 but you are “THE BEST” –  and you know where to find us!  Love from the Mrs B’s.

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(to be continued)

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My adventure invites fellow travellers.  I am a poet, an artist and a seer.  I welcome conversation among the PHILO SOFIA, the lovers of wisdom.

This blog is  a vehicle to promote my published work – The Sacred India Tarot (with Rohit Arya, Yogi Impressions Books) and The Dreamer in the Dream – a collection of short stories (0 Books) – along with many other creations in house.  

I write, illustrate, design and print my books.   Watch this space.