Beneath the Sea

That public library is constantly feeding my book addiction. How can I pass up great hardcover books for 50 cents? I picked up a book from 2002 by Graham Hancock, Underworld: The Mysterious Origins of Civilization. I was reading the Greek Myths again from another source. I will get back to those soon as there are shorter stopping points. This Hancock book, although not really an easy read, has sucked me in. One thing I learned that I did not know was that archeologist, linguist, historians, and all academic scholars had ascribed the Rig Veda and Sanskrit to some “supposed” Aryan Indo-European invaders. That is just so typical of the Old Dead White Man club. It was finally refuted and accepted as not the case by scholars by the year 2000. But really?

The Hancock book is about antediluvian cities holding humanities lost history. It is also very informative on understanding the history of the sacred Hindu text. The mythical city of Dwarka is supposedly under the sea now due to the big deluge. The city was founded by Krishna to protect his people from constant war. It could only be reached by sea, however it is said that it was attacked by vimana. There are a few links below on Dwarka Lord Krishna’s Golden City.

 

So it is very amusing when I read my daily horoscope this morning and read this.

A visit to the dark realms of the Underworld doesn’t frighten you as much as it does others because you always have alchemical Pluto working in your corner. One of your attractions to emotional intensity is the fact that it draws you into the hidden mysteries and away from the obvious. However, your current quest could bring a surprise that throws you off track and into a discouraging place. Nevertheless, your regenerative powers are strong and there’s little to fear now.

Reading about the Yugas, which is something that had just slipped my consciousness for some time now, I decided to check when we would reach the end of the Kali Yuga. The Kali Yuga which is sort of nasty and tumultuous. Hancock’s website said 2025, I like that yet another said 2082, I think I will be gone by then.

The history and richness of our past intrigues me and lures me in. I have not had dream recall in a long while, but the first night after reading I dreamed I was excavating at a pyramid. I could feel the sand and heat. I have been swept so far into the past and now I must come back. there are things to do and people to see. Reading this book has triggered in me memories of other places and times, and I believe that this is so in the collective, or genetic memory of all humanity.

I have a really big week ahead of me, so I am going to have to put down the very thick Hancock book, which is already 16 years old by now anyways.  It is fascinating and educational, I recommend it, if you have time. Wish me luck big interview early Monday morning, and subsequent ASU STEM camp this week.

Related links:

Kali Yuga

Dwarka: The Golden Children

Graham Hancock

Underworld

The Mysterious Origins of Civilization

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Edited to add: I go from posting this to finish watching a video of Meru Matu and at 26:30 as soon as I started watching, she says vimana.

Timeline Jumping

Queen of All She Imagines

Always remember you are Titania the Queen of the Fairies. Well that is my mantra and I am sticking to it. Apparently Fairy Queens are not recognized everywhere they go. Pity. lol

Well, it’s summer and in Arizona that is not a good thing. Unless, of course, I was getting paid year round like a teachers salary, then I could travel elsewhere. The good thing about summer is that it is heading away from it. We have been sporting temperatures of 108, 109. But, I am grateful for air conditioning.

The graduate has been applying and interviewing for teaching positions, many which have already been filled by now. I should be panicked, and I sort of am. I had a dental emergency that cost me a week of searching. I had three interviews (two of which were panels) and no job offers yet. It has been two weeks since those interviews, so . . . .  I am still applying. I have never had interviews with this much at stake. I prepared and studied common questions, but I was honest and authentic. I am starting to get a complex.

I somehow know that all is well, yet fear and doubt remain. This leads me to my new regular visitors, the hummingbirds. I do not feed them as there food attracts wasp, but I have the water fountain on the corner of my patio, that they come and drink from. You can also watch them from inside as the fountain is by the kitchen window. So, I looked them up, I have blogged about them before,  but long ago.

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Hummingbird symbolism

What’s Your Sign

Avia

It is not commonly known that the fluttering wings of the hummingbird move in the pattern of an infinity symbol – further solidifying their symbolism of eternity, continuity, and infinity.

Hummingbird animal totem meaning is about energetic resources. These lovely creatures are a great reminder of how we expend our own energy. When hummingbirds show up in our lives, it’s a good time to take a look at our energy-stores and resources. hummingbirds warrant an honest look at how we are maintaining our vibrational frequencies. Are we frittering away our energy on needless issues (ie: worry, fear, lack)? Or, are we in a state of well-honed, regulated balance when it comes to our energy and resources?

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I find that very fitting. I can fritter away a lot of energy with worry, fear, and lack. My African Love birds still visit as well. You notice I said “My” lol technically they are their own birds.

Ready for Takeoff

Hello friends happy April. What a start to the month with Easter & April Fool’s Day on the same Sunday, additionally my mother’s anniversary. That Full Moon was painful, that and Mercury Retrograde, what hasn’t broken would be the question. I had plumbing issues in my bathroom and computer issues, and a lot of stress. Whah whah right? Cry myself a river. A minor meltdown last Wednesday. Teaching is so much harder than learning to teach but it is a fun job. I am a mere month away from graduating college. It has finally arrived, all State Exams are passed, Letters of Reference are in for my job applications, robes are ordered, guest are confirmed . . . Just one last observation from my ASU supervisor.

Teaching Shakespeare is more fun than I would have imagined. It is probably because my mentor teacher knows the play so well, A Midsummer Night’s Dream. I had seen it performed but it is so much more fun when you actually know what is going on. And just funny having kids read Shakespeare.

So my lovely friends I most likely will not get back here to post until after all this is done. I get my state certification on May 16, which will make me an official teacher. I want to thank you all so much for supporting me in my journey, even since I have not been a great blog friend since attending university. Please keep me in your prayers, or Hold me in the Light.

Thanks to my friend HollyRose Gosselin for sharing this image on Facebook. I was waiting for the right image to write this post.

Manifest Dreams

The lovebirds are daily visitors now to the backyard garden. Apparently they get along just fine with all the other species of birds that feast with them. I just counted nine of them, among the grackles, finches, pigeons, and sparrows. Such a miraculous delight to sit and watch these cutie pies fly their colors around like a frenzied artist at work. It is just indescribable.

Pretty Birds

Turquoise tail flips and cute head nods

Soft and Sweet

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Looking forward to 2018, and to graduating from college. A goal that in my youth I thought impossible, Nothing is impossible. I just got the breakdown of my NES English exam, interesting, I did score well above the standard, but boy did I bomb in the poetry section. Meter analysis is just not my thing, I knew that going in to the exam lol, at least I know what I don’t know. I have studied it since the exam, and guess what? I still don’t, oh well.

I have a good feeling overall for everybody, and for world consciousness elevation. I still believe be the architect of your dream, build it, and it will manifest. Together we can believe an manifest the world of love, beauty, peace, creation, and harmony that we want to exist in.

Namaste

Art

Gwenn Seemel

Scorpion Killer

“Strange days indeed. Lord have mercy mama!”

On November 1, Día de Muertos, I spent the day with the Brothers Grimm. I have discovered there is a profession that I did not realize existed, because if I had realized this career path was available I might be Dr. Simms, Fairy Tale scholar. Lol When I read those words in the text we are using for my Children’s literature class I thought, “Fairy Tale scholar?” Yes please. However, well I am no Spring chicken. Nonetheless, Fairy tale scholar is a cool title and profession in my book. As I was reviewing the collection of fairy tales to write my literary theory critique I observed that feminist must certainly have a field day in that genre, the maidens, and princesses, are dense at best. The other is the stepmother/temptress archetypes which are horrible. There were a number of passive fathers who did whatever the temptress, usually the stepmother, wished to do. There were very few honorable archetypes represented in the collection which consisted of; Cinderella, Snow White, Rapunzel, Rumplestiltskin, The Frog King, and, Hansel and Gretel.

So, why the title you ask? This occurred what is now yesterday, I worked on my essay for most the day, then as I was getting ready for bed, about 11 P. M. I see a strange shape crawling into my room. I do not recognize it as our abundant cricket population, as I look closer I see it’s curved tail. It was the first live scorpion that I have ever encountered in my life. As it was crawling into my bedroom I panicked and grabbed the closest thing to me, The Complete Fairy Tales of the Brothers Grimm, and smashed it! Freaky, on 11/1 at around 11, I see and kill a scorpion, while we are in Scorpio astrologically, with The Brothers Grimm, and only two days after my birthday, I kept the scorpion, which I really hated to kill, in a jar.


Shadows

Paint it Black

So I hear that Jupiter is in my sign, Scorpio. Fun stuff. Coming upon the completion of six decades as me, on Monday. Wow. Here is an article on “Jupiter in Scorpio” from Cafe Astrology. You know my decision to drop the yucky poo English class and take this “Children’s Literature” class was just a splendid idea. I love this class. I want to be my professor, who gets to study fairy tales for a living. I mean, how cool is that? Anyways I got my first A+ on an literary critique essay at ASU, thanks professor! It was my Reader Response essay on The Little Prince, by Antoine De Saint-Exupery.

Next up, as I mentioned was the psychoanalytic critique of Alice, which, well . . . we shall see. Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, is a hard narrative to narrow into a focus when so much is going on. I strayed away from the psycho sexual analysis which is most evident, as I had “been there, done that” with Lil Red Cap, which is one of ten on the list of reading this week. It should be fun.

It is a perfect time astrologically and spiritually for us all to examine our shadows. We all have them and many of them are connected to our inner child. Lets look at them as they arise, release judgement, give them a hug, and heal them. Use prayer or play, or whatever works for you. Practice forgiveness for yourself and others.

 

Much love everyone.