Polaris: Anchor, Lighthouse, and Other Nautically Cosmic Metaphors

Every night I spend a few minutes staring up at Polaris, whether I can see it or not. It’s my favorite star.

Polaris doesn’t move. Sailors used to navigate by the “North Star,” and I see it as a spiritual beacon as well. It’s become an important symbol in my own personal mythology.

Hey, I’m going to go out for a smoke now, in fact. Come with me. Come look at this.

Everything else in the sky that I can see from my hemisphere is spinning around and around and around and it never stops, while Polaris just sits quietly up there in one spot* like a tranced out Ascended Master, or the finite center point of an infinite spiral. When my life feels like it’s going haywire (which is pretty much par for the course), I always know where Polaris is. Even on a cloudy night. Even in the daytime.

I associate Polaris with the Archetypes: big ideas that have become entrenched in our collective consciousness and don’t change. The concepts represented by the gods and goddesses, heroes, villains, standard stock character types, monsters, and the stories about all of them that just keep re-appearing in many different forms throughout the history of all Earth’s cultures. Archetypes are the examples we’ve created which, in turn, create us by showing us how to shape our lives.

Mathematics. The laws of Physics (including the ones we don’t know about yet). The philosophical debates around our most basic questions. The perfect Platonic Ideals conceived by imperfect slices of consciousness.

The core tenet of so many religious beliefs: “Don’t be a dick.”

If we ever get to meet people from other planets (when, dammit, I mean when), I bet we’ll find common ground when we start comparing our species’ oldest questions and the stories we tell as we to try to answer them. I like believing that these things are universal and unchanging.

This might sound weird coming from a self-proclaimed Chaos mage. I understand that events and time are all random and fluid from the human perspective. It feels like we’re swept every which way by who-knows-what kind of cross-dimensional cosmic tides and our lives are subject to incomprehensible coincidental fields. I just appreciate being able to look up while trying to sail through the midst of this whole mess and knowing there’s something tangible that I can rely on: a little point of light that’s always there*. We just have to keep going that-a-way and we won’t get lost.


*Yes, I know the Earth wobbles a little on its axis, and I know that someday Polaris will be gone. But I’ve just given it Archetypal status, so it’s officially part of the stories, and it’s not really going anywhere ever now, is it, Smarty-pants?


 

Cold Reading: STAAAAAHP

I’m right in the middle of building two other websites, but my spirit friends tell me it’s time for another Cold Reading. I’m using the Rider-Waite Tarot and my own Somniscript. This is for someone — is it you?

20150710-coldTime to stop. Seriously, just STOP. You’ve been on overdrive for WAAAY too long. Look, I’m the last person to tell you to ignore your imagination and ambition, but it’s time to set it aside for awhile, at least. You don’t have to do anything right now. The material world will wait. The other worlds will wait.

You need a GOD. DAMN. BREAK. Go drink tea on a patio. Read a stupid book just for fun. Take out your journal and doodle crap that you’ll never be able to use. Okay? You need downtime. Give yourself that. You’re allowed. Whatever you’re so worked up about will still be there tomorrow. Or the next day.

Hell, take the whole weekend. You need it.

For what it’s worth, this song came on right about the same time I got the inspiration for this reading.

Cold Reading: The Bear

So I was outside smoking a smoke just now, at 3 in the morning. I looked down into my wine goblet and I saw a bear — angry, teeth bared (bear baring!), in the middle of a cityscape. So angry and lost and confused.

8This is a job for the Somniscript. I drew glyph #8, “MASTERY.”
This seems like a paradox at first: how can this bear be “in its element?” Especially when it’s so threatened by, and resistant to, its surroundings?

Ok, Person Who Needs This Reading, whoever you are: you have GOT to just accept the new situation. Accept it, consider it, learn to understand it, and then MAKE IT YOUR OWN. You can keep beating your head against this as long as you like, but it’s not going away. You can’t fight this change. You can, though, adapt — and eventually dominate. They might be able to change everything around you, but they can’t steal your teeth.

My Spirit Guide said to turn left at the Dairy Queen (and they were wrong)

Oooooh, Spirit Guides (insert tinkly music)! Ultra-cosmic beings of serenity and wisdom, totally dedicated to your personal well-being. They tell you what you’re supposed to be doing with your life, right? They interpret your dreams, they tell you who not to marry, they assure you that you’re descended from someone cool like Genghis Khan or Patience Eggslap, and if you get a good one, they help you find your damn keys.

Well, your spirit guides (insert tinkly music), maybe. Mine spend a lot of time transmitting their wrestling matches over the last piece of bacon and trying to blame a variety of noises and smells on each other. I know who turned who’s laundry pink and who burned the noodles.

They’ve also kept me going all these years — just like friends tend to do.

My spirit guides (insert tinkly music) and I guide each other. We do all right, so far. They don’t know how to deal with the mysteries of existence any better than I do. (In fact, some insist that “shooting it” is a viable option.) They’re not wiser, or more holy, or even better at canasta than you or I; they’re just people, from a different plane of existence.

And when I think about it, that’s really the most important thing I ever needed to know about the esoteric state of the universe. As long as I know there is something else out there (or in here…is there a difference?), I don’t need it justified. Everything else becomes academic. Maybe I can figure that part out myself. Maybe I don’t need to. My “spirit guides” (insert tinkly music) and I are figuring it out together…but I suspect that the fact that we’ve connected at all is the only secret that ever needed to be discovered. Once that’s taken care of, the rest just falls into place.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I believe there’s a big towel fight in the kitchen.

Wait, who’s got my damn keys?

(insert tinkly music)

Walpurgisnacht Contest: Spook the Rev!

Walpurgisnacht is coming up! Do you do your own divination or magic? Do you go ghosthunting? Have you had a run-in with a spirit, a demon, a bogey, or just experience something amazing that simply can’t be chalked up to coincidence?

Post your best stories here in the comments! (Not on my Facebook, not on my Twitter — HERE in the Iterations Blog, please.)

Come on. I haven’t been truly freaked out by anything supernatural since I saw Poltergeist when I was 12, and I miss it. Tell me a story that keeps me awake.

You may enter multiple times, but keep it to one new story per post. On Walpurgisnacht (4/30) I’ll choose a winner. The writer of the tale which gives me a nightmare (or at least has the most power to keep me looking over my shoulder late at night) will receive one complimentary Somniscope reading complete with dream visions.

Cold Call #1

Someone in the audience whose name begins with “M.” I see female energy, but as the figure is wrapped in gossamer and starlight, it’s hard to tell.

I see cold (YES I can see “cold”)… it’s like they’re wrapped in frigid blue light, but a white-hot beam from the heart is looking for someone, reaching out across dimensions. M– has lost a connection, and they’re whipping around like a live electric wire, like an out-of-control firehose blasting everything in its path with a stream of seeking.

THAT THIN GOLD CHAIN CAN’T ANCHOR YOU FOREVER

Do you know who this is?

Breathe in, Count to Ten. It’s Going to be OK.

It’s been a difficult couple of weeks for a lot of people in the world. Minor illnesses and petty annoyances, some not-so-petty annoyances, karmic debts that were thought to be paid coming back for interest, pants-shittingly bad luck (how many people get to say their lives were wrecked by a meteorite?!), and some truly heart-wrenching sadness and deep loss.

A whole lot of what-the-fuckery seems to have jammed up at once in this corner of reality lately.

I still say that 2013 is going to be a great year (it’s already begun to prove itself!), but right now, we need to stop, take a breath and pick up some of this mess.

I’ve created this Somniscript image-spell. It carries calming energy, and depicts chaos and sadness corralled and controlled by harmony, peace and joyful anticipation. I’m tossing it into Cyberspace to contribute to the healing efforts. If you’re so inclined, please share this image across the ‘Net, print it out and hang it in your private domain, or just give it to someone who could use a break.

Somniscript rune for protection, good luck, and peace

If you want something to chant, it’s pronounced:
“*TSK*-soo (followed by a pleasing major chord hummm)”