Today’s Oracle takes us to the Scorpio weekly for Jan. 14, 2005
The solution to problems you’ve been struggling to solve is in your hand. In fact it works out that you were thinking too hard to have this simple idea. This is by the way your second reminder. You actually figured it out a few weeks ago and it may have arrived as a stunning revelation one of those transcendent moments of truth that you forgot to write down in your notebook. This time you’re not going to forget because it’s so obvious. Still the benefits will take some time to sink in. When the Sun changes signs Thursday you’ll feel safe and sound as you truly should.
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Oh, you mean what i was thinking of transcribing in the palm of my hand that i didn’t but maybe i should’ve…and then it would be…hmm.
I’ve been wondering about Isis and in whose interests it would be for us to be hesitant to call her name. Then i remembered a conversation with a friend some while back. In her reckoning Isis went through all the trouble, yes, it was troublesome, to seek and find all the parts of her lost, murdered husband and brother because he was the one for her; because they already were what they were. For her, integrity meant retrieving and healing all the wounded parts of her beloved to restore a once perfect balance and equilibrium. As without, so within. Kind of figures to me, not from the outside in but from the inside out. Sadly, mass culture is such that culture is not what culture used to be. From that note, to another. Isis? Oh, for love, for the love of life itself. Now it makes sense. Our stories are ours as long as we remember. Osiris? That’s a whole ‘nother story…
And Len,: ‘like an echo of syntax which has slipped from clear memory’ is one of the most beautiful phrases i’ve ever read, it’s like – an echo of syntax which has slipped from clear memory. Actually, maybe its the ‘solar flares on solstice effect’, but today my life feels like an echo of syntax which has slipped from clear memory. Or maybe clear sight? so much fog!
Deep breath, slow down, turn up the lights…one foot in front of the other, and there’s always the roadside.