Harlequin's Haven
Greetings Global Light Beams!
Speaking of Global, your Harlequin is off to see the world - well at least Alaska, Canada and woohoo North America! How exciting? Yes, I am off to catch up with my great friends in Vermont USA and have some fun along the wayJ. This trip is a dream come true. This wish links back to 1999 when Venus went backwards in Leo and Virgo - so what did you wish for in that year? I guess the downside of this trip is that we will not be able to publish an October Ezine but there will be plenty of action to report in November Ezine so stay tuned!
Once again we find ourselves smack bang in eclipse season. It has been a torrid time with lots of upheaval and challenges don't you think? Well, unfortunately fellow Moon Beams it is not over yet! In September we have to face up to another eclipse but this time it is a new moon eclipse on 11 September, 10:44 AEST 19 degrees Virgo.
Speaking of Global, your Harlequin is off to see the world - well at least Alaska, Canada and woohoo North America! How exciting? Yes, I am off to catch up with my great friends in Vermont USA and have some fun along the wayJ. This trip is a dream come true. This wish links back to 1999 when Venus went backwards in Leo and Virgo - so what did you wish for in that year? I guess the downside of this trip is that we will not be able to publish an October Ezine but there will be plenty of action to report in November Ezine so stay tuned!
Once again we find ourselves smack bang in eclipse season. It has been a torrid time with lots of upheaval and challenges don't you think? Well, unfortunately fellow Moon Beams it is not over yet! In September we have to face up to another eclipse but this time it is a new moon eclipse on 11 September, 10:44 AEST 19 degrees Virgo.
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Jar of Jems
Dearest Jem-star,
The world has witnessed the magnificent lunar eclipse this week. The promise of changing times and disruption has come to pass and many lives have been touched by the red cloak of her Moon Majesty. Throughout this week I have taken a ride on the cosmic roller coaster ride on the big dipper of emotional fragility.
I guess that this acute sensitivity began when I witnessed the public and emotional execution of one woman by her sister. This abuse was unprovoked; the taunting was based primarily on the desire to disgrace her sibling. I was disgusted. The arrogance continued and I reached my tolerance level and spoke out. Apparently, this family calls this devastating dialogue, "slash and burn". Yes, you heard right they have a special term for this deadly dialogue. From my perspective the "slash and burn" is a license to be nasty.
I didn't dwell on this familial violence but the acrid scene invaded my thoughts. Driving to work one morning I was singing along to a song that usually makes my heart float. Pulling up the traffic lights an overwhelming urge to cry engulfed my moment of escape. All of a sudden I became morose and began to fret. I recalled the sisterly incident and spiraled into a vortex of pain. My inner agony floated out to the sisters, brothers, fathers, mothers, children of the Universe who have been emotionally wounded. I considered the toxic imprints on their soul and how they carry those comments with them everyday.
As I entered my building I saw a young girl walking through the glass doors. She was gorgeous, slender, sophisticated and lit up a cigarette. I thought why? Why does she need to hide behind the smoke of illusion? Why do the disenchanted dilute their pain with tidal waves of alcohol? Why do the chosen ones sniff cocaine or inject their veins?
The next morning as I drove to work I looked out to the neck of the ranges and captured perfectly between the gnarly limbs of an Australian gum was the magnificent Lunar Maiden. She rested for a while as I drove down the road, two black swans banked in front of me and floated across a pastel pallet.
A soft tut tut whispered in my ear and I heard a familiar Liverpool accent. John Lennon had come to visit. The famous minstrel reminded me of his legacy and how he left this earth at the mercy of a crazed gunman. The Apostle of Peace bellowed a reminder to the outer reaches of my imagination. I felt ashamed that we, as human race still haven't got it. We allow the gentle souls to carry the burden of the lethal taunts.
The world has witnessed the magnificent lunar eclipse this week. The promise of changing times and disruption has come to pass and many lives have been touched by the red cloak of her Moon Majesty. Throughout this week I have taken a ride on the cosmic roller coaster ride on the big dipper of emotional fragility.
I guess that this acute sensitivity began when I witnessed the public and emotional execution of one woman by her sister. This abuse was unprovoked; the taunting was based primarily on the desire to disgrace her sibling. I was disgusted. The arrogance continued and I reached my tolerance level and spoke out. Apparently, this family calls this devastating dialogue, "slash and burn". Yes, you heard right they have a special term for this deadly dialogue. From my perspective the "slash and burn" is a license to be nasty.
I didn't dwell on this familial violence but the acrid scene invaded my thoughts. Driving to work one morning I was singing along to a song that usually makes my heart float. Pulling up the traffic lights an overwhelming urge to cry engulfed my moment of escape. All of a sudden I became morose and began to fret. I recalled the sisterly incident and spiraled into a vortex of pain. My inner agony floated out to the sisters, brothers, fathers, mothers, children of the Universe who have been emotionally wounded. I considered the toxic imprints on their soul and how they carry those comments with them everyday.
As I entered my building I saw a young girl walking through the glass doors. She was gorgeous, slender, sophisticated and lit up a cigarette. I thought why? Why does she need to hide behind the smoke of illusion? Why do the disenchanted dilute their pain with tidal waves of alcohol? Why do the chosen ones sniff cocaine or inject their veins?
The next morning as I drove to work I looked out to the neck of the ranges and captured perfectly between the gnarly limbs of an Australian gum was the magnificent Lunar Maiden. She rested for a while as I drove down the road, two black swans banked in front of me and floated across a pastel pallet.
A soft tut tut whispered in my ear and I heard a familiar Liverpool accent. John Lennon had come to visit. The famous minstrel reminded me of his legacy and how he left this earth at the mercy of a crazed gunman. The Apostle of Peace bellowed a reminder to the outer reaches of my imagination. I felt ashamed that we, as human race still haven't got it. We allow the gentle souls to carry the burden of the lethal taunts.
Immediately I begged for forgiveness for all of those whom I have
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