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For small
Imps [*]...

[*] Imp = Imp, rogue, imp, imp, rascal ...


Del understand the importance
singularities,
fixations,
powers and spells.
of listening when they speak.
of listening to the oracles.
of going straight from Pluto to ask for his release.
being heard by Pluto.
And sometimes of not being heard.
the veterinary surgeon who examines a plate of you and you turn to Sickles and knives Hades:
"And wait a minute, porcamiseriainfame!"
Of them of their Spring and Winter.
of love, hostility, the mess ...
Louis Philippe of the chair that is a chance but you better not buy it because then I know that it will become exclusively yours ...
Del to love with the sound of whiskers.
Of whiskers that communicate with the spirits.
Imps.

"I remember the old Antoinette Bosco, who had the disease of cats, is home to dozens in his hut on the edge of pine woods sloping down to the Belbo and I am not surprised that at night the travelers who made use of the road vicinal to reach the mill town of Bona or down to Rocchetta were terrified to hear meowing around the house, noises, rustling in the bushes and countless cats. "
(from: Male, voices, places and characters of "Piemonte other" through research, stories and testimonials of genuine Donato Bosca and Bruno Murialdo, Priuli Verlucca and Publishers).

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Mothoth, darkness, shadows and Vista
... realizing. See. Act. Suffer. rejoice ...

"Alchemists crazy, not knowing how well they, does it mean that Chelidonia hirondinaria is called donum caeli. In that ruling trusting often preach extricate herself from this plant a certain quintessence gioevole admirably ... for the life of mankind in different diseases dangerous ... "
(Pietro Mattioli, Herbalist, XVI century)

"Look, Among! The Celandine "
" You're right Al, that's wild, wonderful! It 'a plant alchemy ... "
" Ok, now what? "
(Francesca and her best friend, Alexandra, 23 May 2010, rising to walk in Val d'Otro)

Celandine, May 2010, when the Moon changed from Virgin to Libra Ascendant
avvevo I wrote HERE

The Celandine, Mothoth - especially that found in the wild - when it remains light in the dark. Some said, "Gift of Heaven" ( " Alchemists crazy, not knowing how well they, does it mean that Chelidonia hirondinaria is called donum caeli ..." Pietro Mattioli) , while others Chelidon, Intelligence, or winged Swallow ... "form the Spring" at the very end of March, when its flowers open. The swallows are used to collect the flowers and the flowers are Spring when the darkness is about to end, an explosion of solar intelligence. Alchemical plant par excellence. But remember that the most powerful example is found wild in degl'incolti between them, alongside the old wooden gate, near the stone walls scorched by the sun. Poisonous drugs and saving at the same time. But his power is not in the care of physically and here I want to talk, I would rather tell the legend that tells of the swallows that would collect and poserebbero eyes of their newborn children to help them hatch. To help the view. Even Galen quoted the virtues eye: " juice to sharpen the view is very convenient." And I'm particularly set out in that period with all the plants and stones that are good for eyesight. Why this thing should be read giving it a more "high". Vista-eye-view of the Beyond. The Cornflower such acts on the eyes, in every sense, even on "other eyes" . On the Vista, one that goes beyond ... But Celandine, compared with Cornflower, open the View and simultaneously opens a new path, a new life, new beginnings.

Intelligence initiation therefore, representative of a new Vista - and new life - the children of the Swallows new Spring. It 'so potent Celandine. And I feel so in this period, fifty days from its first flowering, when you focus on all waiting for the sun itself, because they are related to those Intelligences plant that apply to the "psychic sight" as they are grateful to the Regency Angelica, acting in the first days of January, focuses on opening up all of the eyes (the veils that fall on the Truth and that becomes visible) ... "Visiting the Worlds" or "I dream of them" is not something to be taken lightly. There are three Intelligences tying to me (which I keep with me, even physically) especially in cases where the loss should be strong: 's Wort , collected in a very special moment, be blessed her bouquet and her rancid oil with which - only in certain special occasions - anoint my hair ( eh, yes, even pervert the nose, ladies and gentlemen ... but 'it will go dreams is all that and not just what we like, and you also feel that the hypericum penetrates into the hair, in the "braids"), then the 'Achillea that rigorously gather in the mountains and of which I will not speak here because it is too expensive ... and finally Celidonia . Hypericum and Celandine marry the Sun, are really when you have two headlights "look good" or when the path is lost. And when you do not see anything and the path is dark what do you do? Studying with the "Exorcist" I learned to score on all notebooks, especially my physical states, because when something "press from the inside" signals are conducted at the end and physically able to "see" ... not just release the wheel The Hanged Man Sincronie free and run towards you, revealing all their meanings and binding to your Sincronie past. Investigation of Thin plans, things that people do not usually see. It usually happens because they "do not want to see" or has the courage to see. Humanity that gropes - happily? - In the dark so as not to question. Unhappy. Unhappy humanity, literally happy uniform of his own gifts of perception. The sadness of Saturn, the real sadness noble and wise, but is usually avoided, it does not seem to be a thing of the vulgate is happy to remain "vulgate". But it is only when You realize, then see and act accordingly (assuming all the risks involved and accept the suffering dele blades of Saturn, the Great Evil) that you can advance to the universe and you make immediately available to all its abundance. Really, really. This part of the Universe that we had to the privilege of living, always forward and nail is not part of its structure, a mechanism is not clearly covered. At a time when "you nail" the Universe will forgive you anything, and, indeed, come to blows, and so what they would like from the inside will make you hurt constantly without you can identify why, letting you spend unnecessary time and resources: nightmares applicants were physically and mentally impaired, humor ... no rules when this happens we should ask ourselves: "What I would like to be in and I can not see? What should I see?". Why is the Universe (I call it!) And press (who struggle with your own eggregore negative) so that you realize and can to change your situation. By accepting the suffering and Nigredo, of course. But in any case the reward will be infinitely greater than any momentary pain.
realizing. See
.
Act.
suffer.
rejoice.
Based on this you will understand that most of the time we are only ourselves to procure hurt us "affatturiamo" alone. Yes, of course, in these months I have seen real "Mazzini" operated on by other people (and wax hair sewn into the mattress, radionics circuits strange ...) and these cases are "professionals" and I died Swabian, I know only two people - a man and a woman - who can operate on these things (to melt), I peronalmente not you put me there again, at least until I finish a particular work / study. It takes humility. Otherwise, even here, there's strong blows. Anyway, yes, these things (bad things) exist but we must realize that most of the time we ourselves hurt us stuck in the most absurd situations while on the outside there is already revealed the mechanism of our Liberation. We must be good at it! And 'why when I asked for a "reading of the Lame" I'll explain very well that the first thing, the most important, it will be for me to look at "your present" and not so much the future, because the future is that you build TU triggered when the mechanism of "seeing." In the movie The Gift you see this thing very well, for example, when the friend of the protagonist, after countless rounds of cards "empty" (but are never empty!) Realizes what his true problem ... and so is her friend who does not notice (although physically it is clear, because of the barrel) the problem of having an abusive husband and bad (how often such cases have occurred to me, women who they do not want to see and I really hope that some day I read !)... and when you realize you must be right and that the action is perfectly calibrated. Above all, implementation. It is not easy, does not hold all the anger and despair that bring with them the first moments of a free but you must groped, trying. As a reward we will have the freedom of being and thinking ... instead of a life lived in "fear" in the "do not say," do not "... I'm working as the investigation relating to mood swings (not mine in particular, actually watch those falling in the reflection of all ... even my reaction), changes in body temperature, injections, shadows and paresthesia stages of sleep-wake cycle. Sometimes people tell me these "shadows", the "invisible" to move objects, objects that just disappear or go back and ... of the cask. Yes, because it is rare but we hear that as well. Investigations are lengthy. First, years ago, I was much more open-minded. Then I saw and heard some things and so I stopped taking it lightly. Serene smile, yes, but we do not laugh at MAI. In general I do not like all those sites that have proliferated in recent years where he describes how to compose "amulets of protection," such as reciting formulas do not know the meaning, cults and rituals even mix of all the countries so far ... security we seek is all around us. Here, in our woods, rough stones. The "stone with a hole portaforuna. Nell'Achillea I gather in the mountains but that abounds everywhere and Also you can easily find ... but this protection and the aid we hear, look for them, to walk around, picking ourselves some intelligence, relating to them, blending them with our blood and lymph rejecting all the "ritual" of plastic ...
There was a time, about three months ago, I woke up breathless, I just could not breathe. I thought he came into contact with "something to someone else", something that concerned me (because obviously there is a tendency to immediately exclude the "own affairs", precisely because the negative eggregore we ourselves have created "not wants" we realize) ... and instead I was wrong, it was something my own. Something pressed from the inside because I could escape from a dangerous situation and it was ... at the right time have combined with the intelligence of Hypericum, Achillea and Celandine (and Saponaria this time, but only because I had the full collection of Capricorn this summer) and the final blow came from the Regency to "open view". Everything fit perfectly, but only because I have "recognized the moment" and have done - unwittingly? - A specific act of salvation, but all this was possible because the months were marked on the notebook all the synchronous and moods, and ran at the right time by a person who could make me very badly in the future. It is not easy, I'm good at it: most people no longer view because it was blinded by the patina of the ephemeral and convenience. And many are so good, it's hard to "move" as a result, addressing the suffering that this entails. Just looking for easy solutions ... until then do not get the bat. I know that but there is nothing "easy" on the subtle planes and dedication in the study must always be absolute. Personally I believe that I really receive a gift and that I need to devote to this by applying the maximum penalty. And so should we do with all the gifts we possess, the talents that we possess and what we still recognize. But to do this we face the first phase of the operation: the Black, the darkness, suffering, ... Nigredo Initiation is never a joke and is not a magic word esoteric marked there at random texts ... is the dust our life that should instead be composed of continuous initiation of continuous Nigredo of continuous realize, see, act, suffer and rejoice. If

advanced in the dark, if you feel stifled, oppressed, uncertain, "hung" and at the same time if you know you have a pure heart, perhaps confused and sad but pure ... write everything in a notebook, then you smile and advanced serene looking for other signs, turn ye to calm the subtle plane, do not be afraid to ask the universe what is the mechanism more just for you at that time but be aware that everything will always through the crucible of a more or less suffering and that there will eggregori (usually created by yourself, but now have a life of its own), which always try to confuse you block and ... listen to the "randomness", the Sincronie, "hear" what you say, "look at" what you show, and if you find the Celandine, camminado for paths, ask the Vista. In the meantime I will present my own. And even a little bit of Hypericum. Ghosts, trauma, entities, sub-personalities .... all that escapes conscious memory has a logical explanation and is in our power to seek and find. The
Celandine is for you if you need it. Early bloom. With the nests of swallows.

Fast Frontal Lobe Dementia

Of silly categorizations




"So sorry you prefer to children or animals?"
"between a child and Who would you save a dog? "
Here. Questions before so what do you do?

Some would say opposing arguments, always.
Others would use the flamethrower.
Others would be more seraphic: forget, without a shield and away some copies.
To each his own ... I
before these silly simplifications and banalities that touch on the lives of living things did not admit an apology. And mind you that in this case is not "ignorance" to date, unfortunately, a lack of culture, family background or a "dry". It is precisely this superficial and what is not excusable. The inspiration for this post I receive directly from Facebook. I have a Facebook page that I use only food for thought on Alchemy, for news of exhibitions and events (I think) interesting or protest / environmental initiatives / animal rights or solidarity in general and for the sharing of some important issues with friends and friends. Point. And do not tolerate that on my Dashboard (as in comments to my blog post, so I turned on the moderation) can express opinions contrary to my values, does not tolerate the publication of phrases such as "Better suppress dogs kennels that take away resources that could instead be used for children "or the like : " I g acts bother " (but a nuisance to those who and how?) I think it's only the head of some people to be outclassed by the nuisance. Reasoning skinny, shallow, rude (because it was my Dashboard and everyone knows how I feel), and vapid cast "casting". They said the Alchemists: "Haste is from the Devil." Now the phlegm of Saturn we know to be the privilege of a few and exercise but also occasionally use the gray matter of the brain would not hurt. So, just to keep it in operation! Categorizations do not need anyone, do not trigger any critical reflection, zero empathy, participation mystique (Levy-Bruhl to put it) that everyone would be able, and they only highlighted the worst part of all of us. Outside the categorizations may instead express a thought which may also be critical, even in disagreement, but at least it is a rational thing - that is supported by a minimum of reasoning makes sense! - And not a priori stupid. To say that dogs or cats guests at a kennel or shelter of some should be deleted because they can feed with that money "children" (what?) Is something that makes no sense. Dogs and cats have no guilt for the fact of having been abandoned by some hick uncivilized, do not have faults of their prisoners find themselves in a cage after a lifetime of dedication and friendship. And "children"? This magic word that gets thrown out each time to corroborate the opinion of many petty and crude! Why not begin to contemplate the idea of \u200b\u200bremoving some absurd and shameful privilege to "political" (if so we call them, as Aristotle thought I think Italy is turning in his grave!) that "we" are instead of thinking immediately remove the bread from the mouths of dogs who have no guilt but to "exist" and want to eat? (AS THEY BOTH HAVE RIGHT YOU and the "children"!). We begin to contemplate this idea: less privileges for politicians, less inventory, less travel for free, decent but not extravagant wages, fewer trips to their girlfriends on the flights of the state, and so on ... this way you know how many resources to help blow out both children and dogs, and cats, that the elderly poor, the hospitals where not even exist equipment to do the analysis, that schools that lack even the desks and chairs ... .. And sometimes we really need to stop talking about "Systems", ultra-esoteric discoveries, fenomenologiadisticavoli, stop playing the "Masters" ( then usually the most useless are those lessons are not required, those who are self-proposed "Master") and return to look back, to feel empathy for the smallest of the small ... but how do you lose empathy for the little ones? To imagine a dog in a cage as an expense and to establish "priority" when there would be no need? How can you not love the face of suffering? The suffering of all. Why a blackbird captured and imprisoned in a tiny cage, forced to live by as a draw because a hunter can shoot his other brothers feather and a brutal, brutal, and so it is that some adults take upon themselves the right to "visit" at night and spoil the children's innocence. I can not see the difference: the terror, suffering, fear, despair and sadness are the same. It 's all brutal and who thinks for "segregated" or worse, those who refuse to look and feel of the suffering of others ("because it hurts me so much and I am very very sensitive') is just selfish. I am too emotional, I cry always silent but emotional, I realize, that's why I screen so much and always try to stay away from people, because all of a sudden you discover that a person hides within itself the most incredible malice or behind a suspected hyper-sensitivity lies a heart false and selfish. My closest friends, those who will never leave me and despite my constant postings silences, they say that I always screen too, it is true that "see beyond" but that the world of the Angels should not be my only world I also occasionally get out. Perhaps this blog thing is also an exercise in this regard. The Wizard of Saturn understand me well (even if he does not know ...) because it is so too, too bad that belongs to another Aeon, so far away ... Then I think that if a person is unresponsive or, worse, disgust, before the sad eyes of a caged animal, if not budge in, if you "do not want to watch" because it is considered too sensitive (when it is not so because then the facts show that generally the people capable of worse things) or if he comes to regard the poor as a living being only "economic losses "you will never even feel empathy for" the children "... It saves all or do not save anyone, I think so. And I do not care nothing about who you are, " what is your job, how many degrees you have, how much money you have, because you're famous / a, how many books you've written, because you are esoterically informed ... in my yardstick is another and is based solely and entirely on respect, sensitivity and love for the living. For all the living. And the mourning for the planet we live with all his great poem. This is not to deny the minimum bases of respect ... and even to take those as starting points for our thoughts and our conversations.










PS Thanks to Monica for the photos.

Igi Certification Vs. Gia

Eternity


From the window of my house, not that it is a nice place but at least you can see a glimpse of the forest ...



"Be careful to rate and juniper growing in cemeteries, baby,
their roots touched so much death,

not ever play"
(Swabia )

Illustration taken from Cyril Bouda Prazske Povest,
an old book of my dad on the legends of Prague.

Last night was a beautiful evening. Although all plants of this world.
I looked at the basket with things to iron and I thought: "Okay, now boxing anything else do not go out anymore." So I stuck the iron and then I made from this video that the father of a dear friend of mine uploaded on youtube and she sent me to publish on Circle Mrs. Trelkovski. Look at it. Really watch it. If you want to read this post you have to do it by listening to the music of this video and then looking at the pictures ... The I admit, I was excited - a lot - not so easy to do text, but last night I could not stop crying, with all the thoughts that this video has stirred ... and ironed while I cried (okay, okay, I'm slowly becoming a "human case") but mostly I kept repeating like a mantra of poetry Ikmet that the father of D. chose to go with the video:


"I love my century who dies and is reborn
a century whose last day will be beautiful:
my century will shine one day
like your eyes "


Time. The things that pass. Death. The green moss growing on the stone covering the statues of the "dear departed." The dear departed ... I'm currently reading a book about transgenerational trauma and reflect on both the "dead" ... on "dead" and what is ... what we bring in, on what I'm learning to loosen up on me and others ...

"My century will shine one day
like your eyes"

inheritance to heal, to heal, to love and let go ... old and new eyes at the same time ...
People often ask me how do I pay all my loneliness.
Here, I do not think I ever be alone. My secret is my strength.

Have you ever walked around cemeteries?


I do not know. I never thought of. It usually went in at the ground to be collected was in and out ... ... maybe a furtive prayer, a candle and go.
But no. Is not that what you do ...
Then about a year ago, I reflected on the words of a friend and I understood the importance of attending this strange that I was missing. A delicate dialogue, quiet but not silent, and no less pregnant with the many conversations that "wasted" each day. Talking with the dead. With the dead and pray for the dead. Praying for the dead ... And all of this regardless of the signs, the religions, "believe", the "pater," the "Ave", the Lares, the spirits of ancestors, genosociogrammi, inheritances, identities and entities ...

Have you ever walked around cemeteries?

Maybe through the lanes of Juniper those cemeteries in the country, between the red lights that pulsate suspended in the black of night, have you ever heard from inside the Prayer uscirvi direct to the marble of death, without capacitive madness which you pushed to do this? A prayer without a conventional form? To pray for Love?

Praying for Love.
For the Love of all.
For the peace of all.

Why is there something bigger ... and this is undeniable, it is called Cosmo or whatever you call it. We are a village, a dot, a quote in a book of hundreds of thousands of pages. But we Preziosi.

Learn to love the old cemeteries, old cemeteries. Get "explain" their forms ... or listen to what "they tell you."

Bubbio My maternal grandmother was a small village, not even a thousand people in the province of Asti. The fact that he lived his youth in Acqui Terme, before marrying and moving to Milan, had not made him forget where he came from. He had not forget the fact Bubbio cemetery. And every year, the Day of the Dead, he returned there. And we are back again, to take us to visit his sister, the Queen of the Tarot, as I call it. I love the cemetery Bubbio, ancient, the fog that envelops the Days of the Dead, some graves are very old ... ... the gates of the cemetery gates, let us ... if they are all small doors creaking, rusty at times, but it comes to doors or portals? And the plates? Ah, the plates move me ... what! I always buy it - when I can - at the flea market and puts us in my photos, or some clever plant important collections in very special moments. So I go after death. Or rather it seems to me to meet her, exceed ... And besides, for someone like me, born under the reign of the threshold and the afterlife, there's no better place than under a glass plate. Sooner or later you'll see me there, under a sheet. And I will not be sad. Things be crazy, you say. No, is that we lost poetry and thin coats not see them more, we do not stop often enough to reflect on the meaning of eternity. Eons infinite cosmic steps that we will never see. Really do not we ever see them? Yes, perhaps we will never see them, overwhelmed by the latest technologies that we use to help us and instead we use only to annihilate us ...

Once I had written something like this Gender:
"This whole fear of being considered like a dazzled," crazy ", mystics, wanderers in the opposite direction, lost his way in front of the Aeons all'incedere infinite universe of which we ... we are servants and masters. "

All our petty lose their meaning when we try to imagine the "Forever".

Have you ever walked around cemeteries?

There is a small cemetery on Alagna. An old mountain cemetery. Poetry that the old cemeteries in the mountains, those mountains with cold shoulders, leaning against the wall of the old church, a tomb on the other to gain space close to the bare rock. Spirits quiet in clean air. But I'm really quiet? Perceive them? Close your eyes and cry. Mountains make me cry and do not always know what I'd give to be able to read poems on the graves of an old mountain cemetery ...

Have you ever walked around cemeteries?

Cemeteries of seaside resorts, you can imagine that we have some buried pirate treasure with his child and would like to return for "being able to believe" that this story "treasure" is true and that one day you'll find it ("real dad that we will find the treasure?"), the salt air and seagulls playing with the air there, hundreds of feet above your head ... and the spirits who interact with the sand and melt in the din of the breaking wave, then return with the tide, and again the waves, eternal movement, Eternity.

Eternity.

Are we already Eternals, if we think in certain terms. Beyond Death and All over ...