Peacock’s, Pomp & Circumstance

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Most of my blog buddies are friends on Facebook, so y’all are up to date. Graduation was fun, It felt like an accomplishment although it was just community college. Boy I love, love that school, and had such erudite professors, who are great teachers. As education is my major, I always got a twofer; I was learning say Literature, and watching their teaching style. All of the professors were there to congratulate us, and that was a cherished moment. Oh, and I got to walk to Pomp and Circumstance! (You can see it on my Facebook page.) Today I met with my ASU, Mary Lou Fulton Teaching College adviser, Chris, super nice guy. We took the light rail to the Tempe campus, so it was also an adventure. Parking is super expensive there, and I would get some exercise if I chose that method of transit. I am also considering taking my bike, if my knee is down with that. So more delays, I have to get my finger print card, I had no idea but I start teaching in a classroom my first semester, one day a week. Wow, jumping right on into this. Well that is pretty much it, things are flowing it a it better than that last month, my computer is in the shop yet again.

A special thank you to all my friends, and family for all the beautiful roses, card, parties, best wishes. . . it was really, really cool! I am blessed!

I am inspired by peacocks lately, and I know I have covered its symbolism before, as well, as Julianne, at Through the Peacock’s Eyes, and others, but I will include a bit here anyways.

Namaste

Sindy

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Peacock Totem

The Peacock is here to remind that nothing, including beauty, should be taken too seriously. This will help you stay centered on what is and allow you to be grateful for what you have. Having a lighthearted approach to all things that come our way because laughter really is the best medicine to keeps us healthy and happy.

Alternatively this bird could be letting you know that now is the time to acknowledge your dreams and aspirations within yourself. Use this birds gifts to bring you confidence, stature and a sense of accomplishment in all the things around you and all your current projects.

Read More: Spirit Animals.com

 

Fairy Friday

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Celtic Music

I invite you to go into the image, go into your garden, listen to the beautiful music, and enter that place of magic. Create your fairy dust by breathing as a power plant. The 4 Point breath is a super generator. 1) Inhale through your nose, to say 6 to 8 counts, deep into the diaphragm, 2) hold the breath for the same 6 to 8 count, 3) release the breath from your mouth, to a 6 to 8 count. 4) NOW, hold the empty space for the 6 to 8 count, inhale through the nostrils at the same rate of 6 to 8 count, and repeat. You can tell when you have repeated the cycle enough times, start with 3, and see how it feels. It causes your cells to just vibrate. This is a breathing exercise so do as your health permits.

More on me later~~~ Go dream, breathe.

Magical Mystical Moonbeams all~

Healing love to Linda

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Contemplations

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Well now that was quick, but not painless. I just completed the online, eight week, instead of sixteen week, Survey of British Literature after 1800. Talk about self-study. Talk about fast paced. Oh brother, but I knew I could do it, and it is done. I certainly will spend more time with this literature. I love most all of it. As well as the Romantic, and Transcendentalist in America, and those associated; Poe, Hawthorne, and Melville too. My head is swimming with it all. Concurrently been in the application process for ASU, and all going swimmingly, all transcripts are in, and I hit a snag, after 3 years, and 3 months, apparently to them, I am a non-resident. UGH! Don’t even ask but I have to appeal it. Just send me good mojo please.

So I want to pick a parting poem in honorarium, and celebration., but what shall it be? I shared something by most all studied but William Wordsworth, he deserves a spot. One of the so called “Lucy Poems.”

She Dwelt among the Untrodden Ways

William Wordsworth

She dwelt among the untrodden ways
         Beside the springs of Dove,
A Maid whom there were none to praise
         And very few to love:
A violet by a mossy stone
         Half hidden from the eye!
—Fair as a star, when only one
         Is shining in the sky.
She lived unknown, and few could know
         When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
         The difference to me!

The Calm

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“I” is only a convenient term for somebody who has no real being.

Virginia Woolf

 That will give one cause to pause, and ponder its truth. In dialogue with Ms. Mary, from Walking My Path, we discovered we were both planning post on “wind” which is very present here in Arizona, and New Mexico, where Ms. Mary resides. I like to call her Ms. Mary, as it makes me think of The Secret Garden. So for me, “March Wind” went to the bin. That wind reminded me of the wind as spoke of by Don Juan, as menacing, but that is a matter of perception. However is roared, and blustered about, and felt . . . impending? It was this same time of year, well in February that I moved here to Arizona, and crossed New Mexico with the 50 mph winds, and now three years later both my soul sister, and myself discuss the wind. Just reading Ms. Mary had a much happier perspective on the wind, she was dancing with the wind.

So I set outside on a truly lovely Spring day reading Virginia Woolf,s essay, “A Room Of One’s Own” and what a treat it is. This class has been challenging with the double work load, as it is being done in 8 weeks, but some great literature. You know how when you see a powerful film it affects you for days afterwards? On Monday I read T. S. Elliot’s, “The Hollow Men,” it is so powerful. For me the poem was enhanced by a video made by a grad student. If you have a moment, watch it. When she actually reads the poem . . . omg, she reads the poem well, it makes me cry, or is it that darn wind.

Post Script: I had to add that when I sat to write this the time, as I glanced at my phone, was 1:11. Just now when I turn on my laptop to add this, 3:33.

Got Gothic

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Hey everyone. In America we had “President’s Day” yesterday, a National Holiday celebrating Washington, and Lincoln’s birthdays. Anyways fortunately I got the day off school, so I could do all the homework due on my British Literature 8 week online course on the Romantic Era, primarily, Mary Wollstonecraft (Preeminent Feminist), Jane Austen, and Mary’s daughter, Mary Shelley. Doesn’t everyone love Frankenstein, one of the best novels of that genre, and period.

I love the story behind the story. In a later edition Mary Shelley, at her publishers request answers the question, “How I, then a young girl, came to think of, and to dilate upon, so very hideous an idea?”

I will share a few excerpts, but if your interested read the entire story at the link.

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In the summer of 1816, we visited Switzerland, and became the neighbours of Lord Byron. At first we spent our pleasant hours on the lake, or wandering on its shores; and Lord Byron, who was writing the third canto of Childe Harold, was the only one among us who put his thoughts upon paper. These, as he brought them successively to us, clothed in all the light and harmony of poetry, seemed to stamp as divine the glories of heaven and earth, whose influences we partook with him.

. . . But it proved a wet, ungenial summer, and incessant rain often confined us for days to the house.Some volumes of ghost stories, translated from the German into French, fell into our hands. There was the History of the Inconstant Lover, who, when he thought to clasp the bride to whom he had pledged his vows, found himself in the arms of the pale ghost of her whom he had deserted. . . 

“We will each write a ghost story,” said Lord Byron; and his proposition was acceded to. There were four of us. The noble author began a tale, a fragment of which he printed at the end of his poem of Mazeppa. Shelley, more apt to embody ideas and sentiments in the radiance of brilliant imagery, commenced one founded on the experiences of his early life. . . 

I busied myself to think of a story, —a story to rival those which had excited us to this task. One which would speak to the mysterious fears of our nature, and awaken thrilling horror—one to make the reader dread to look round, to curdle the blood, and quicken the beatings of the heart. If I did not accomplish these things, my ghost story would be unworthy of its name. I thought and pondered—vainly. I felt that blank incapability of invention which is the greatest misery of authorship, when dull Nothing replies to our anxious invocations. Have you thought of a story? I was asked each morning, and each morning I was forced to reply with a mortifying negative. . .

Many and long were the conversations between Lord Byron and Shelley, to which I was a devout but nearly silent listener. During one of these, various philosophical doctrines were discussed, and among others the nature of the principle of life, and whether there was any probability of its ever being discovered and communicated. They talked of the experiments of Dr. Darwin. . .

Night waned upon this talk, and even the witching hour had gone by, before we retired to rest. When I placed my head on my pillow, I did not sleep, nor could I be said to think. My imagination, unbidden, possessed and guided me, gifting the successive images that arose in my mind with a vividness far beyond the usual bounds of reverie. I saw—with shut eyes, but acute mental vision, —I saw the pale student of unhallowed arts kneeling beside the thing he had put together. I saw the hideous phantasm of a man stretched out, and then, on the working of some powerful engine, show signs of life, and stir with an uneasy, half vital motion. Frightful must it be; for supremely frightful would be the effect of any human endeavour to mock the stupendous mechanism of the Creator of the world. His success would terrify the artist; he would rush away from his odious handywork, horror-stricken. . .

I opened mine in terror. The idea so possessed my mind, that a thrill of fear ran through me, and I wished to exchange the ghastly image of my fancy for the realities around. I see them still; the very room, the dark parquet, the closed shutters, with the moonlight struggling through, and the sense I had that the glassy lake and white high Alps were beyond. I could not so easily get rid of my hideous phantom; still it haunted me. I must try to think of something else. I recurred to my ghost story, my tiresome unlucky ghost story! O! if I could only contrive one which would frighten my reader as I myself had been frightened that night!

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This piece of writing about the backstory, and Frankenstein’s conception is brilliant. I was talking with my good friend, owner of a renowned cat, hint; Not Grumpy Cat, about a movie made of this, Haunted Summer (1988). I haven’t seen it in 20 years but I recall liking it.

Fireworks Are In

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Hey everybody! Is everyone enjoying there Word Press Annual Report, “2015 In Blogging,” so much fun to track our work as bloggers, or should I say pleasure? For indeed it is my great pleasure to blog, and to be blogging here at Word Press with you peeps ❤

Indeed Ms. Mary, at Walking My Path, took the Top Commentor prize. Thanks Mary, and also, thanks everyone for sharing and caring.

Here is a bit of my Annual Report

Crunching Numbers

The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 35,000 times in 2015. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 13 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

There were 299 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 76 MB. That’s about 6 pictures per week.

The busiest day of the year was December 23rd with 348 views. The most popular post that day was Christmas Full Moon.

Most Commented

Mary – Walking My Path – 120

Sue – Dreamwalker’s Sanctuary –  99

Linda – Litebeing Chronicles – 72

om – eyes Of Odysseus – 69

Sammi – Sammi Cox Writer – 53

Thank you ladies 😀 Love you all.

PS:

Mary need you to email me an address to ship to.

Sammi please forgive my failure getting stories posted in challenge.

What’s Next

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Jun Sung (Violin Covers)

Let’s look at a smattering of ideas, shall we?

Well before January 5th, 2016 when Mercury goes Retrograde. Great way to start the year, Well I just discovered that, so moving forward. Doreen says, the angels say, “we are going through energy reassignment.” My friend has been telling me that as well.

Here is Anna Merkaba at Sacred Ascension‘s take:

“Beginning December 25th, 2015 with Uranus stationing direct, all major planets in our solar system will be moving direct/forward, Manifestations can be quickened during this time.

Through the planetary alignments you shall feel a difference in your understanding of self. You shall be presented with various outcomes and timelines from which to choose from in order to continue your mission here on earth, and the timelines that you shall see, shall be seen by all and selected by all whom you are to be walking with on your path.  A mutual cognition of a new reality structure and a mutual agreement upon the timeline and experiences to be had shall be made…

…For through fully aligning yourself with the Fifth Dimensional frequencies you shall then be able to manifest the realities of your choice! You shall then be able to fully move into  a new phase, whereby all the senses of your present cognition and those unbeknownst to you yet, shall activate and allow you to see beyond the veil, allowing you to experience a different type of reality of BEing, allowing you to walk through veil of forgetfulness arriving at the very core of your own being, communicating freely with those of the higher dimensions and those of the third dimensional earth…

…The acquisition of new technological prowess has allowed humanity to enter a new era of technologically driven automation. And it is through the technology sector of your world, that your earth shall see a rise in new biological structures which will allow you to propel the knowing of your true origins and agendas placed before you by your higher selves upon the entrance into the Matrix System of Planet X…

For through the knowing of your past the knowing of your the true origins, humanity shall be able to take the final step into the destination of full awakening, into the destination of full awakening to that which they are, and propel themselves further still…

….It is through the new seedings, who shall walk freely amongst humans, carrying the collective consciousness of all who have come and gone. It is through these new beings the “new kids”, who shall transform said energies and absorb said energies and erase the past in human cognitive understanding, that the change that you all are longing to uphold shall take place.

It is through your endeavors and the endeavors of your kind shall the earthlings finally be able to grasp the understanding of Karma, and release it once and for all from their memory banks. And it is through the endeavors of each and every single soul presently occupying time and space continuum on the planet known as Gaia that the experiment of the 3rd dimension shall come to an end…”

Read more at:

Sacred Ascension

Here are a couple other goodies to nibble, no sugar, no calories.

Doreen Virtue’s Weekly Angel Reading

Astrology King 2016 Horoscopes

Blue Buddha by

Ellen Vaman