Transparent Oracle Sunday!
50, Polarity: White Dragon (Above). The direction of Above takes us up and out
of the four traditional elements of Air, Fire, Water and Earth, and reminds us
that we are but a small part of the Cosmos. Above also reminds us that while the Machinery of the Universe
is huge, it does have an effect on each of us, and each of us is an important
part of the workings of that Machinery.
The White Dragon represents masculine, dispassionate, celestial energies
that come into us and into our world from “Above.” If you see the solar system and the universe as being alive,
and as being filled with the manifestations of the Sacred Essences that are the
source of life and awareness, then these energies are very important. We are the Microcosm, after all, and
these energies are from the polar opposite, the Macrocosm . . . filled with
information, knowledge and wisdom.
31, Gateway: Winter (North). North is the direction of Earth, and thus
of the physical or physically formed or manifested world, and of nurturing,
health, finances and security, and the wisdom associated with living simply,
being well-grounded, and being in touch with our physical body. Because this Gateway is square and
solid, and appears unshakable and immovable, it seems like a safe place, or a
strong foundation upon which we can exist and prosper.
10, Elemental: Sylph (East). East is the
direction of the rising sun, and thus of new beginnings and fresh ideas, as
well as knowledge, intellectual ideas and thoughts. Sylphs personify these concepts, and they encourage the use
of imagination in an original way, they tell us to shift as needed in order to
take advantage of the prevailing winds, and they tell us to fly free, filled
with joy and unencumbered by life’s burdens (at least for a little while).
I then made my mandala. Hmmm . . . not as easy to interpret as
the past few mandalas. However,
there is certainly still motion in this image. The question I need to ask is this: am I using that strong
and safe foundation as a stepping stone towards the ability to perceive other
ways of existing and communicating and crating? Or am I using that foundation to shut out all the wonders
and joys and opportunities for evolution that are circling around, looking for
an open portal? This has turned
out to be a clarifying mandala for me once I have meditated upon it for a
bit. And it is interesting that
each week, my reading seems to be honing in on a coming choice or crossroad.
I biked to Sunset Beach this morning,
and paused a bit, marveling at the change from yesterday. Today, the sky was blue and the water
was blue and the sun was shining with that crystal clear illumination that only
happens in the Fall, and while there was still a bit of chop, the whitecaps
were gone. I did not linger today;
I was feeling the call of Point Park and the 2 mile nature trail. I needed the soothing healing to be
found in a quiet walk through the meadows and forests of the nature
preserve.
I was alone for almost the entire walk,
which was lovely. I walked as
quietly as I could, and was rewarded with tiny house wrens, a few cardinals,
and the ever-present catbirds. I
paused on one bridge and watched an osprey soar overhead; I was pleased when
its circles headed my way and the raptor took a moment to check me out,
too. I continued walking, enjoying
the Fall flowers, which were just past peak, and that glorious spicy green
fragrance of sun on a meadow.
Glorious!
I watched a Cooper’s hawk wing past; it
joined three others high above, circling over the marshes. And of course, a group of turkey
vultures, my totem, made an appearance.
There were very few bees this weekend and only a couple of dragonflies,
but the monarchs are still around at Point Park (although I am seeing few of
them in town). Certain areas,
where the flowers are still in bloom, had many of the orange creatures sipping
nectar from blossoms, or fluttering on the breeze. I would still categorize their numbers in the hundreds.
At one point, the trail was teeming with
clouds of tiny flying insects, like May flies; could they be midges? I realized that I may have stumbled
upon the final manifestation of an interesting life cycle. Midges apparently live most of their
lives as underwater larvae, but as the lifespan comes to an end, the midges
cocoon themselves into pupae, and then float to the surface of the water, where
they break free and fly into the air.
The midges then mate, the females drop their eggs into the water, and
then within 48 hours they all die.
Towards the end of my walk, a swan flew
by. I can’t imagine how they
manage to get airborne! They are
huge, noisy fliers, their wings making clacking sounds with each wingstroke as
they first take off, striving for altitude, and then make a kind of whistling
sound once they have built up speed.
The pristine white of the swan looks glorious against the browns,
greens, yellows and pinks of the surrounding meadows and flowers, and the blue
of the water.
I guess I found my healing, eh?