Monday, October 31, 2011

The Sidhe-House Rules


German-French astronomer Hermann Mayer Salomen Goldschmidt discovered 14 asteroids, most of which bear names for potent archetypal signatures.

Symbolically I invited Eris to rock on down to visit the Southern Sibyl for Samhain and bugger me if the little minx didn't accept and she brought a friend: Atalante.  One of those 14 asteroids that Herr Goldfingerschmidt discovered.

He also discovered asteroid Harmonia.

For the sniggering hour, consider this: right now, up there, down below, over here, behind door number 5, heeeeere's Johnny!!

A shining Jack O' Lantern


Eris at 21 deg Taurus is quincunxing Atalante at 17 deg Virgo offers the seeding Hyperion Series Symbols of a toolbox full of precision instruments and mechanics tools.

Aaah....it is a poor craftsperson who blames his tools; the Shade of Hephaestus.

In numerological parlance, Atalante is 36 and Eris is 136199  gives the combination 9/11
The Mechanic

Mmmmpphhhh.....Charles Bronson....the archetypal screen tough guy with weatherbeaten features. What has Chuckie got to do with Eris and Atalante? Well, the mything link is that Charles was most often cast in the roles of police officer or gunfighter in movies with revenge-oriented plotlines.

Another cultural reference I scampered across referred to Charles as a Dark Buddha.  Now that is just too intriguing an archetype to not lick and nibble around the corners of....

For me, as a young girl, I just grokked the classic horror movie House of Wax with Vincent Price and Charles as his mute henchman sculptor Igor, who oozed deadly silent bad boy sex appeal (not that I'm into pain and having hot candlewax dripped over my sensitive bits).  Anyhow, that movie left an awfully big impression on this little muse - it is the apple pie byte in my memorex chip - as it for many others.
Like anyone would be
I am flattered by your fascination with me
Like any hot blooded woman
I have simply wanted an object to crave
But you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight


Must be strangely exciting
To watch the stoic squirm
Must be somewhat heartening
To watch shepard meet shepard
But you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight

Like any uncharted territory
I must seem greatly intriguing
You speak of my love like
You have experienced like mine before
But this is not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight

I don't think you unworthy
I need a moment to deliberate
~  Alanis Morissette Uninvited lyrics

Charles Bronson and wife Jill Ireland were the celebrity couple of the 70s and 80s. I remember pre-Diana, pre-WAGs, pre-whothefuckcaresaboutKimKardashian, that the women's magazines published a lot of articles about Chuck and Jill, covering her battle with breast cancer in the 80s. Jill may have been one of the first 'celebrity faces' of breast cancer (don't quote me on that); certainly in Australia, her battle was headline news and we were all so in love with Charles devotion and support. The Beauty and the Ba-ba-ba-Beast.

There is something about the connection with Eris and Atalante on the archetypal level that segues into the physical manifestation of the disease process we call cancer. Perhaps a glimmer of an anecdotal antidote to bolster the immunity of the subtle energy bodies can be found betwixt and between the mythos of Atalante and Eris.....for the individual and the collective.

This quote by 17th century English non-conformist Puritan preacher and author,Thomas Brooks, comes straight as an arrow from Erisian Fields. In 1662 Thomas fell victim to the notorious Act of Uniformity, as did several of my ancestors who were clergy and refused to walk the company line. 

What has the 17th and 18th centuries got in common with the 21st Century, eh?  Silly hats perhaps...

Ambition is a gilded misery, a secret poison, a hidden plague, the enginner of deceit, the mother of hypocrisy, the parent of envy, the original of vices, the moth of holiness, the blinder of hearts, turning medicines into maladies, and remedies into diseases. ~ TB
This post is dedicated to the grateful Augustus "Bear" Owsley Stanley III who was killed in March when the car he was driving swerved off a highway during a storm and down an embankment into a tree.  He haunts the bush of Far Northern Tropical Queensland.

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