I created much of the above synthesis
during intervals of watching
the following video.
As a composer and pianist at heart,
a global Greek and quite Scorpionic myself,
I’ve always soared with Yanni’s soul expression.
Thanks also to his synastry at work with his violinist,
this live performance sweeps the audience off their feet.
In this illusion of time, may we be awakening to
more and more joyful Divine Love
Until The Last Moment:
for the shocked by
the sex attacks
behind the scenes
such a threat,
is pink, not green.
Such a challenge,
dry some tears,
aching when war
ensnares most minds,
drags them down
Dear Pink Ones:
You’re not hazy;
You are perfect!
You are You,
the big picture;
North Node Pisces
know this too.
can see through
lies we endure.
in their time.
Leon From Hades to Light, January 2016
This is a sequel post to my Divinity in each other poem, Dear Ones.
I am showing you below three photographs I took while feeding some homeless little felines, to whom their mom gave birth in our neighborhood in the bitter cold of winter. They are homeless and motherless now. She was squashed by a car. Ugly. This drama on the asphalt, her soul had nothing to do with; beautiful Light.
You are seeing five of a litter of originally nine stray kittens; at least two more must still be alive, but they were not around this time I offered them my love and a little food. Three of them are ill; sneezing and coughing all the time; some have skin problems, too. I pray for their protection, but we can only rarely be feeding them. I am grateful to Plutonia for making me feel ashamed of myself for not honoring a bit the meaning of my real Greek name (“Champion of the Downtrodden):
“Yes, we have a stack of unpaid bills, our apartment’s cold, we are dying. Who freezes more? Won’t they die first? Fetch a bag of those discount croquettes or forget about dinner yourself! You’ll go out and offer them a little meal late at night, when the neighbours don’t see.”
The loveliest twelfth-house Virgo Moon-Plutonian she is. And then, alarmed by us through the aether, started feeding them an older lady who comes with her rattling old car and worn clothes, as well as a couple of blessed kids who give away some of their meager (you can tell) pocket money to offer these cuties a juicy can of cat food. But they’d also need a vet. I hope at least we won’t have to face again the awful situation that took place here a few years ago, when someone poisoned every single stray cat in our area -we have quite a few abandoned-due-to-the-crisis dogs, too, but they obviously didn’t piss off that troubled soul-, as if they were harming anyone; and then we got overrun by nice fat rats munching on car wiring; precious to one another on all levels we are.
Look at them souls of Light, struggling to continue blessing us. They are still too young, even the healthier ones, to be chasing those rodents. Friendly little guys purring in choir, climbing on your jeans, miaowing your heart to pieces that you can’t offer them the home they need and deserve. I am there, too; in their eyes and little hearts.
The video after these paragraphs is essentially complementary to my prequel poem and to the message of this even more Scorpionic post. What you are going to see is intense, but I assure you that it is not brutal at all. Others are: those who perpetrate crimes inside scientific laboratories, those who throw cruelty-extracted findings to our faces in mellow prime-time objectivity, so that we can be mentally drugged. I wouldn’t encourage you to push yourselves, or let anyone push you, into listening to dark music, but you can trust me and watch this one through. It is not upsetting for sensationalism, not disturbing in a gory way, the montage is very careful and respectful, the lyrics deep and thought-provoking. Abattoir, a British word of French origin, means “slaughterhouse”. With Archaic Rhetoric is meant the distorted use of the Greek language by Western science; scientia in Latin means “knowledge”; we know nothing correctly with this science. Through the Greek language we would, but the Greek language is dying because its speakers are, as such or altogether.
Not only all animals, even rocks have souls of divine essence; the big ones in the sky, gods and goddesses they are, showering us with blessings, because we are all fragments of God on our way back home. Notice Leonardo da Vinci’s quote at the end of the video. Try to not consume too much flesh, but by all means listen to your bodies’ needs, respect and love them as sacred vehicles and connect with this sacredness. Pray, in a nutshell; purify and energize your food, silently if you feel you will be judged, by offering thanks for the lives that are given for your own, animal and plant lives alike. Water is also alive, it feels what we feel and its crystals change with our emotions, so hold the glass in your hands and Bless the Water; thank it and make it sparkle with joy before it becomes a grateful part of you. You don’t need any special techniques or to be in tune with any religion. This power is inside us, we exude it, it is our focused heart energy which gives life to whatever we touch, even if we find ourselves in the deepest of dungeons. This is real science, Dear Ones, not poetic moonshine, but these scientific findings are silenced. Prayer does fine tune our bodies, prayer does strengthen our souls. It suffices to place a palm gratefully upon your chest for a moment, before enjoying your sustaining meal or snack. Yes, today we are fed with lab-grown misery instead of happy animal flesh, with genetically modified organisms instead of healing ancient seeds and plants, but prayer always makes a huge difference in purifying and transforming everything, until we can live on sun gazing or spirit alone again.
“Namaste”, exchange the tigress and the baby high priestess in my previous poem post.
“What divinity in each other? We tragically fail to see it!” growls the amazing Angela Gossow. The ex-vocalist of Arch Enemy was born to orthodox Christian parents in Germany, saw them divorce when she was 17, their business go bankrupt, herself become both anorexic and bulimic, so don’t rush to label her as a berserk barbarian if you’ve never listened to this type of vocals before, and yes, from a woman; a feisty daughter of the Goddess she is, and a highly charged Scorpio lady. You will hear only her masterfully trained harshness, not the mezzo-soprano voice with which she interacts with her live audiences. This watery graveness comes from her Scorpio stellium (Sun, Mars, Venus on top of one another) and her Moon-Saturn conjunction in Cancer. She is a vegan, a deeply spiritual atheist, and also an anarchist lady; allow me to offer you my very first post on the true meaning of anarchy: Because We Cannot Stop For Death.
Cruelty really is unbeautifiable, and there is too much of it in this world. There is no feeding the human population without evil rituals covered up as food industry; no beauty industry without animal-testing; no modern medicine without the horrors of WWII concentration-camp experiments; no education without misleading; educere means “lead out” and we are being led out of our true selves here, but I beseech you, my younger friends, to be showing respect to the people who are teaching you something while struggling to preserve their own and Your dignity. I know the agony because I used to teach once, too; loved each one of my students, hated every minute of having to function in these teaching/learning environments I was not destined for, felt like breaking down and weeping in front of those kids and with them for the torture of their minds and hearts, like roaring back with fury at the few ones that blindly hated me as a representative of a soulless system none of us devised or voted for.
But we can Be soul wherever we are. So many of us, whatever our places in this life, have been torturing ourselves in various ways trying to find relief, because we have an unconscious connection to all suffering in the seamless field of energy. We can move to conscious empathy together. “I understand you and I love you”; say this to at least one person in your life, and then to as many as you can. Spread the word beyond words; think this into people: Bless you; Bless you; Bless you. To every passer-by on the street, send a golden ray of heart light; to every little bird on a tree, the same. Don’t squish that spider (love you Holly; read this people; the amazing Bardic Amazon has her Sun, Mercury, Uranus and North Node all in Scorpio)! Don’t hate yourself if you do! Always love with your all.
Truth without love is brutality;
love without truth is hypocrisy
(Warren W. Wiersbe).
This video oozes both truth and love,
and despair for the absence of it.
If it stretches you a bit,
we are holding hands.
We are safe.
Keep the message please.
Caged tigers, stray kittens, lab rats
Are Us; we are One Universal Soul.
We are here to be loving and protecting
one another, all beings, always.
Stay with me after this.
Alright my sweethearts, let me escort you back into the bright light with something joyously soothing now, but on the same wavelength of deep emotion. The difference is that this one is a male in a male-dominated world, and he has not gone through Angela Gossow’s types of hardship. The composer of Love is All, my fellow countryman Γιάννης Χρυσομάλλης who moved from Kalamata to the United States at 18, the famous Yanni, is also a Scorpio, this one with a four-planet stellium; Sun, Venus, Mercury, Saturn, all in the mystical zodiac sign of death and rebirth. Come now, dance with me and enjoy this slideshow; let these adorable animals remind us how we are meant to be keeping each other truly alive.
Daniel, my Sun-Mercurian-Neptunian Scorpio Brother, what you published for me yesterday, I will be sacredly holding within my soul for countless lifetimes to come. Our meeting here is an episode after a long series of preceding ones in the timelessness of the Divine.
More about this, for all of you my sweet souls, in my new static page Remember.
I thank you for all your precious time, and I pray you are always protected and uplifted. Love is All.
And for those of you into astrology
who have not yet come across
some basics of mine I have shared,
I, Leon of SolitaryThinkers, am not a Scorpio Sun;
I am a Leo Sun (and Mars and Midheaven),
but I have my natal Moon and Neptune there, and not only;
at the moment of my birth this time around,
the forceful constellation of Scorpius
was rising on the eastern horizon of the sky.
* * *
Although it is already clear that our new government is NOT here to save the poor of Greece, today I thought I’d follow my brother Daniel’s advice to hang up my weapon and come play a bit.
Plutonia and I present you a glorious piece of German self-irony. The German comedian and TV host Jan Böhmermann brought out today the following hilarious video.
This satire you’ll enjoy aims mostly at the German media exaggerations against this brilliant academic who is now the finance minister of our new government, Mr. Yanis Varoufakis, the person I first showed you [here], the one whom Telegraph’s Ambrose Evans-Pritchard called “the new heart-throb for the thinking German woman”. An amazingly powerful gentleman, anyway you [look at him].
Varoufakis is a proud Aries Sun, with also Venus in Aries, and otherwise mostly watery. The comedian Böhmermann who sings in the video, is a natal Pisces and progressed Aries Sun, a Scorpio Moon, with his Mercury and Venus on the same degree in Aquarius.
Beware Please: Varoufakis’s seemingly offensive remark and gesture at the end of the video, is a totally misleading excerpt of a speech of his. Greece (and let alone our goddesses, but [this] is what some media are paid to be doing) is NOT showing the finger to any country! Anyone who watches the rest of his remarks, knows that he is anything but offensive, and that he actually says exactly the opposite!
And now dearest friends, enjoy! The actor who impersonates our minister is infinitely feebler than Varoufakis himself, but a good laugh is a good laugh! Βοήθεια! means “Help!”.
This post started out as a comment, a reply to Clarissa and Cheryl under my previous reblog post. I decided that its place is here, so it can be seen by a few more Dear Ones my heart aches that I cannot visibly honor as much as I would like to.
You are all life savers and I am on meadows of heaven with each one of you.
Dear Ones Clarissa and Cheryl,
I cannot but stand in humble awe before this universal synchronicity; in grateful admiration and adoration before you together here coming to save me as I had become a ranting little thing feeling utterly useless again, reaching the threshold of destructiveness. All I could think about was giving up, because I’d had enough of everything, myself included, when I received your responses here and started coming back to my senses. My considerately expressed despair might still cause you to feel some sadness; I apologize for this, and I pray that together we can continue transmuting our heaviness to perseverance and commitment to our missions in this world, as far away from them as the externals of our lives may seem to be leading us. Here is a warm threefold hug before we go on. I love you my sisters. I am so grateful to you, and for the weighty soul contract the three of us have obviously signed.
Thank you so much for your caring deep concern for Plutonia, Clarissa. And Cheryl, it’s perfectly OK that you didn’t mention her in your first comment; no sort of failure on your part. You always bless her just as my love for you always blesses all members of your family. Plutonia has never personally exchanged a word in English with anyone, but Clarissa has a Hadean connection to her because of both their challenging twelfth houses (my own gloom springs from elsewhere and is just as evident as my optimistic sunshininess, as I only have a protective Jupiter in my twelfth house touching on my Ascendant), whereas you have sensed Plutonia’s detachment from our blog and you never cease supporting her through me. I appreciate very much that we all do our best to be dancing harmoniously together. Above any other function our blogs may be serving, fostering a true heart family is the most important.
Blogging is over for Plutonia my sweethearts. At least until we find some sort of place in this world. It is the least of our problems that we have only this one ancient desktop computer which takes forever to load a simple page or save a large document and let alone play any video steadily, an anytime-about-to-collapse machine with which we have to be taking care of all sorts of authority-related obligations for ourselves and her mother in two countries.
Plutonia is very depressed. This trip in Germany she had not even asked for, did not help at all. Our life is all the more painful now after we both felt the hollows of those relatives’ spirits waiting to be filled also by us. They felt it too, albeit mostly on a barely conscious level, so I never give up hope that they, too, attract miracles for us all.
These excellent insights of Bethany Webster’s, the worst scenarios in her The Rupture of the Mother Line article, are only mildly hinting to what my Beloved has been going through all her life. She has not read it yet, and I don’t know if she ever will at all, because she doesn’t feel any words can help her anymore. She desperately needs action and we are so trapped here. She is a broken woman and still breathing here inside these four walls thanks to my light, which is often struggling to not be becoming a destructive fire. Her mother who still lives in another town, is a gravely damaged soul, something I had recognized right from the very start. I do not shy away from such problems, I would have left my last breath right after my first if I did, but I am such a misplaced healer, so like a fish out of the water without the ashram Plutonia sees I am really cut out to be working in, and in that respect she sometimes painfully wonders what I ever wanted a wife for, given also that my talents have always been so out of place in this German colony of a country, where her mother moved into in the seventies, in order be hailed like a queen come from the civilized world to enlighten the savages. She ascribes to her genuinely humanitarian daughter much of her failure to rule, and now her heavily drugged mind will not even consider the possibility that she has completed her lessons for this lifetime. Not that anything will change for the better if she leaves. It is getting harder and harder for the two of us to be feeling that our roles in each other’s lives have any worldly perspective. In material terms I have nothing to offer, and waiting to win the lottery sucks. We are so exhausted, our bodies ageing fast, and whatever blogging I manage to be accomplishing here is only life-saving with me disappearing in front of the screen in a separate room while she spends lonely days and nights on the couch in front of an old TV with just a few free channels. In the best case, I bathe myself in a paradise lake and can only bring back to her some bottles of healing water, whereas in the worst case I dump on her all my frustrations, feeling I have created an emotional mess in other people’s hearts, or simply suffering with their plights in a way almost incomprehensible to her when we ourselves don’t know if we will wake up to see another day. Or if we even want to. Too often before falling asleep have we prayed together to not wake up here again.
We deeply love one another, but we always have to struggle against almost uncontrollable negativity.
(Let me reverse these secondary sentences; the other way around is better for the always-half-full-glass type of person that I am: )
We always have to struggle against almost uncontrollable negativity, but we deeply love one another.
And you. We wouldn’t still be here without you, and I couldn’t love you more if you were my own blood sisters, girls. There is no need for you now to craft any replies here. After all, this is my reply to you. So let me kiss these two pairs of itchy-fingered hands calm and reassure you that whatever happens, all will be well for us all, as we work towards a desperately needed, loving matriarchy, of which we already experience the silent transition phase.
I thank you beyond eternity for embracing this honest fool of a brother, and one another, Cheryl and Clarissa, my saturnized beloved ones.
Every day praying for blessings in your lives,
I am on meadows of heaven with you.
Love and Hugs,
One year ago today, Plutonia and I went for a walk at dusk, a hand-in-hand couple like the figures on our blog header and icon. After almost two decades of confinement to four walls, fighting for survival and being paid peanuts and taxed to extinction, each of us was the only person in the other’s life, and a short walk from time to time was the only outdoors activity for us to remain somewhat clear-headed and balanced. We don’t even have that physical outlet anymore with all that has been beating us down, but we are still fighting to uplift ourselves with compassion even for our personal and collective oppressors. Because I know this is possible; I know that uplifting our common humanity through our mere heart thoughts, really works.
Thoughts are real entities we shape to send out in the world as creators of reality. The distinction between the physical and the immaterial is only an illusion of our reluctant divinity. People like me who are born with Neptune in their first house -and I have my Moon there, too, both under the sign of Scorpio- know one thing for sure as a fact of personal experience: Our energetic bodies intertwine and communicate without a word being spoken.
So we went for a walk, well after sunset, on the promenade of our largely desolate town. It was Valentine’s day, as was evident from the presence of some young couples holding hands, sharing with us this rather dark promenade with the many broken-due-to-the-crisis streetlights, which for them only added to the atmosphere of romance.
Soon after we got on the promenade, we saw two hooded, very young teenage girls walking in our direction from fifty feet ahead of us, frolicking and giggling and pushing each other around.
“They’ve been drinking or something?” was all I could summon up, subconsciously jealous of their carelessness. “Maybe a little beer on Valentine’s,” said Plutonia, amused with my military strictness (Sun-Martian Leo Midheaven here); “not everyone is like us you know, alcohol-free up until their late twenties!”
What happened next felt completely supernatural to me, like the boundaries between worlds had dissolved and I was dealing with a representative of the fairy folk. No sooner had I formulated that judgemental thought than this dizzyingly otherworldly experience started taking place for me.
The jollier of the two girls suddenly freezes in place and turns her head in our direction, disconnecting from her friend. Uh-oh… It is too dark for my eyes to even make out the outline of her face under the hood, but I can actually feel her stare focusing on me, peering into my mind and speeding up my pulse! How’s she doing this? Registering my thought from that distance, and while busy… Or is my Neptune deluding me again?
She jumps away from her friend decisively with two showy sideways hops, stands upright and still for a while like a defiant statue with feet apart in shoulder width and arms loosely on the sides, body positioned on a straight line ahead of me, locking on me from all this distance for some kind of playful duel.
My solar plexus feels a kick and regret floods my head. Oh God, what have I done? I’m so sorry, little fairy. Alright, you don’t look that drunk; you don’t look drunk at all! I apologize. What’s it gonna be now?
Too late for apologies, obviously, because now it gets even wilder. As I keep on walking relaxed hand-in-hand with Plutonia on my right in constant speed, the girl starts running! Spindly legs in tight jeans, first she runs, then she starts jumping up and down straight towards me, two jumps on one foot and two on the other, on and on she goes higher and higher, daring me to check her balance, daring me even to check the cleanness of her breath as she comes that close to me without slowing down, bringing her face right in front of mine for a fraction of a second! Scant inches before collision, she leaps to my left at lightning speed and swoosh! disappears behind us, soundlessly like a deer.
We continue walking as if nothing had happened, me feeling incredibly silly with the silent giggle we exchanged, but at the same time relieved and much lighter, my thoughts fresher than her breath, my heart racing with this healing intrusion on my aura.
I know you can do better, mister, so please don’t you ever again judge people like that, alright?
I won’t, sweet fairy of a daughter-I-will-never-have! I surely won’t. Always be happy and safe.
“What was that?” asked Plutonia innocently startled.
“What playing? I thought she had earphones on, didn’t she? Listening to music and simply not noticing us?”
“Oh, she noticed me big time. I intruded her mind sphere, she caught my vibes and reacted playfully to put me in my place; that’s what happened.”
I never saw her face because it was too dark and the wind at her back kept the hood on her head, so if our paths were to cross again, I would not recognize her but only get a feeling of otherworldliness, because the whole experience had something of a terrifyingly exhilarating encounter with a wise master from another dimension. I also had the strong feeling that I know this soul from another lifetime. From that day on, I decided that I would be doing my best to prevent any frustrated emotions from getting the better part of me.
And then came you dearest friends, who have been making me see even more clearly what a great loving responsibility we all have towards one another, because the same interactions work just as strongly with people we never meet in person, regardless of any distances separating us. Many of us do not always get it right, I am not oversimplifying anything, but I can feel us all needing to clean out our psychic garbage and doing just that, spreading honesty and love and getting better at it.
As our energies rise to balance out these dark times, we are all affected in many ways which may seem new to our current perception, but are essentially ancient and timeless. We are becoming what we are meant to be through all our bumpy, shadowy roads, and no one is left out of this heart awakening. Let us keep it up, whatever may be threatening us personally and collectively. Thank you for tuning into each other’s needs and emotions, for reaching out to each other and for the Light. In this world where we have all landed again for a while, there is nothing more valuable than healing embraces to keep us going. Thank you, beloved people.
Sing for me at last
and take me far above the clouds,
just you and me laughing as one.
Talk to me
about all that will unfold between us,
about all that I’m afraid is very true.
Dream of me
and follow me into a rose dream
we are shaping just for us.
Make a wish,
the sweetest you can think of,
the naughtiest you would like me to fulfill;
Say it in my ear,
whisper it softly and give me life
so grand I thought I’d never ever know.
Dream of me
and follow me into a rose dream
we are shaping just for us.
Look at me,
your face to me is an angel of love
that makes my world shine brightly every day.
Hold my hands,
I’m not afraid of anyone tonight,
I’m safe with you to feel the unity of love.
Dream of me
and follow me into a rose dream
we are shaping just for us.
Leon of SolitaryThinkers,
This is my poetically independent but essentially faithful translation of the lyrics of Ρόδινο Όνειρο, performed below by the talented Greek singer Δήμητρα Παπαδέα, artistically known as Demy, a young lady full of light as shown also by her Leo stellium: her Sun, Venus, Mercury and Jupiter are all on top of one another in Leo. And because where there is light there is darkness, all this glory of hers is smitten via a square by her Scorpio Pluto, very fittingly for her being the ambassadress of an awareness-raising cause of this nature.
This song is officially used by the Hellenic Center for Disease Control and Prevention as part of the AIDS campaign Getting2Zero (zero new infections; zero AIDS-related deaths; zero discrimination) and partly sponsored by the Hellenic Ministry of Health, so Demy is an offspring of the Greek élite, but she is not to be judged for the fact that she has been promoted by circles that have been participating in the agendas responsible for the unending ravaging of our lives here through the economy. There is no other way to rise to fame and affluence in this perpetually occupied corner of the world, and if we blame any individuals, we sustain the destructive attitude of disbelief and hatred. I do not believe in working against anyone, but only in pure spiritual work that passes the flame of divine remembrance from soul to soul.
What I would like us to keep from the following video, wherefrom I took the snapshot of this beautiful female couple I incorporated in my image above, is the message that we cannot afford to not be only For; for universal compassion, for personal freedom, for authenticity and inner truth above all prejudice, for the protection and empowerment of those members of our true family whose loving creative potential is brutally obstructed because they happen to fall outside any social norms.
I am grateful to each one of you amazing people for blessing us individually and collectively. Stay true to yourselves and know you have many on your side, each one of us ridiculously insufficient on our own, all together unbeatable because united in our hearts.
And Plutonia’s return in two weeks troubles us a bit,
because on that very day in the skies,
Pluto the ruler of the underworld will be squaring
Uranus the god of the heavens who also rules air travel,
and at the same time, for her personally,
this transiting Pluto will be precisely conjunct
her Fourth House cusp, her roots or foundation of life.
We could not avoid that day when booking her return flight,
but I know all dangers get ameliorated by loving thoughts
and yours matter greatly, dear ones.
My heart and prayers are always on your side, and
before I catch up with you during the following days,
I Wish You All A Joyous December in both hemispheres!
These lines, our dear Clarissa,
I write to celebrate you
at this important point in your life,
the closing of a major cycle,
the opening of another.
I know how the grave taskmaster
is right now at his harshest with you.
My first “tough love” planet’s return
was when my girl moved in with me.
It was both heaven and hell
wrapped up in one; with hell on top.
You can’t escape “hell on top”,
I feel so deep your daily struggles,
but you’ll survive; I know you’ll thrive.
Those who destroy us will not give up;
their twisted wisdom is nothing like Saturn’s,
but even they will help us see
what we are really here for.
Your clear conscience is pure gold.
I am so very proud of you
aching for those who suffer.
Please know I’m always by your side,
praying for our spirits to hold fast.
Let go of the past, its pain and tears;
all future darkness to survive,
you don’t need bitterness and fears.
You know you saved me on my birthday,
I know you’ll save many more
and that their gratitude will bless you.
So glad you started your own blog!
Your tales will not remain untold!
You’ll find real healing if you choose
to be investing of yourself
only in those who care,
who go out of their way to honor you.
The rest we’ll be fending off together.
My heart is yours,
the brightest of Saturn cycles!
Your friend and brother,
Your exact Saturn Return is more than two weeks away, Clarissa, but this is a major twice-in-a-lifetime change and I know your soul has been struggling amid the agonizing transition phase. I thankfully feel you as a rising force, too. I had decided to offer you my wishes through this all-yours WordPress page before you started your blog, to get you going and to give you faith that in this community you will find beautiful people who will truly care for You as the amazing person that you really are. I am so happy that you launched Viva Combusta!, I am already a big fan of yours relishing your insights, and deeply honored by your reblogging my previous post; you were my muse, you know, for creating that quote image with the Native American medicine woman, among other things. Now I can rest assured you will say whatever you want to say in your own unique way, through astrology and I can’t wait to see what else, and I encourage you to do it even when you think that your thoughts and feelings might seem too heavy or even desperate and depressive; the creative process will be helping your gloominess recede and attracting kindred souls who will be shedding their light on you. You have been a saving grace for me, and not just on my birthday. Thank you so much for empathizing with Plutonia and for your uplifting angel-candle prayers. Please know that all members of your small family are also on my heart’s prayers list for their personal challenges and their problems with you to be alleviated, for their true selves to shine and to allow you your freedom to grow.
The Sun-Plutonian-by-conjunction lead singer Joseph Williams in the following concert video (son of composer John Williams) definitely exudes something of my passion, so I’ll have him and the rest of this amazing band I’ve always loved close my wishes to you. This is from Toto’s live concert celebrating their 35th Anniversary in Poland in 2013. When their Seventh One album was released in 1988, my struggling, one-man-against-the-world eighteen-year-old self was absolutely enthralled with this song, and I didn’t know that somewhere in that Home of the Brave, in the little package of a three-year-old baby girl, there was this brave soul mate of mine to whom I would one day dedicate it. So here we are! Here’s to your staying calm and courageous during this transition and always, in the face of all your struggles; here’s to your expressing your inner power and unfolding your charm against all obstacles, so that on your second Great Teacher’s return, when you are 58 and Plutonia is 71 and I am 73, we will all be embracing, grateful that we recognized each other and have helped each other be the authors of our own lives. “We will be turning the same curves together, all of us”, remember? I love you Clarissa.
It was my Solar Return seventy eight days ago, on August 10th. My birthday.
Instead of counting my curses as I was pushing mid-forties, I wanted to invoke my guardian Archangel’s guidance.
Failed. Couldn’t receive it. Stole the joy of life out of the one person who supports me in my physical life.
I became an etymological Lunatic on that day; the Full Moon, actually a Super Moon glowing ominously at its perigee, affected me overwhelmingly negatively as it was opposing my natal Sun, Mars and Midheaven, and squaring my natal Saturn and Moon. We would be lucky if that was all. Both Plutonia and I have too many harsh aspects going on against us for many years now. Even the most benevolent planetary influences have never been able to materialize as such, blocked by too much sabotage, hatred, rampant mental illnesses in both our families of origin, all this in Greece of all pseudo-Western countries; in Greece where survival and the continuation of life has always depended on family support and strong social networks with ties to the political high places. No such things for us; ever. Only systematic destruction of any opportunities that had ever started flourishing thanks to our personal efforts against insane obstacles.
“I AM”. This is the motto of any decent Leo Sun person, and I am a strong representative of my Sun sign. “I KNOW” encapsulates the Aquarian worldview, and Plutonia has been toiling all these years with me over one book-translation assignment after another, generously offering her knowledge, passion, research skills and deep insights on anything, for nothing. Our enthusiastic readers and critics were not “nothing” of course, but we were just two names for them (in the best case; if we were not ghost-writing, that is), we had been slaving away for peanuts and there was no way we could achieve any degree of financial independence. But even my Leonine self-worth has been mercilessly torn down since the onset of the debt crisis. If as a citizen you are not somehow plugged in to the corrupt state (good people are, too; some innocently and ignorantly protected souls wouldn’t be able to survive otherwise), or if you cannot somehow leave the country, you are doomed. Greece is now the poorest country in Europe even officially. The staggering effects of poverty on a taxed-to-death population cannot be measured in a statistically objective manner; the reality is incomparably harsher than any governmental data could ever help any external observer suspect, but even a cold poverty report is much-telling if you know that behind the numbers and charts there are real human beings suffering like the old woman shown here with her empty refrigerator: 300 factual words on the latest poverty report which was published on September 25th by the Greek government. Ghandi was right. Poverty really is the worst form of violence.
When your entire life has led to your standing naked in an endlessly raging storm with nothing to hold on to, sometimes it certainly seems that the whole universe conspires against you, and you cannot keep yourself, or let anyone else keep you, from cascading into the depths of Hades. I never really had any fun on my birthdays, but this year’s was the worst one I ever had. Plutonia and I thankfully made up without being traumatized by my episode of unbearable pain, because holding any more traumas inside us would be impossible. So many ugly developments here have made our life into a protracted painful experience, keeping us exhausted and beaten down, our bodies aching and unable to rest, and I could not share this part of my healing journey earlier, dear friends. It took me too long to put it down here in a meaningful and balanced way, while having to be constantly remaking myself.
Sadly most fellow humans are not allowed to complete what each one of us has really come here for, but I firmly believe that despite all this darkness, there is only wisdom in the bigger picture we cannot see. Please know that I have been keeping my faith (and supporting Plutonia against her mortally blackmailing relatives to the best of my abilities), thanks to the warmth of your lives touching mine, that I extend my healing energies to you daily, for you to be kept protected and strong, smiling amid your own sufferings, sometimes even crying with gratitude.
I am spiritual, not religious, but I honour as kin, I infinitely love and I fiercely defend anyone who believe with their hearts and find meaning and comfort in any religious faith.
With the poetry that follows, I release my birthday pain to be cleansed in the ethers of eternity, some of it passing through you and carrying away some of your own pain to be cleansed with it.
My guardian Archangel is Michael, a powerful Being of Light, my protector and instiller of divine courage.
O Great Lion of God,
Ruler of Fire and Solar orb,
Angel created first of all,
Leader of all the Archangels!
Protect me, give me courage!
Physically and psychically I shake,
I cannot stand this anymore
and let alone help others.
Am I not ready to depart?
Must I keep up this struggle?
What use is following my truth
when all around me is crumbling?
For no system pawns, life here is hellish!
You leave abroad, a torn-down hero,
or if you can’t, you are doomed to perish.
Birth rates of Greeks are down to zero.
There is no life, no prospects here,
only enslavement for some of the young.
I just don’t know how to survive,
“I” who was never “someone”.
The fighter in me is crying for help.
You conquered Satan himself.
You taught Adam survival.
Could you please help me now achieve
my personal revival?
is at your keeping.
UNGRATEFUL LITTLE OLD SOUL!
Ungrateful Little Old Soul!
You think you’ve had enough,
when all that has befallen you
is inner growth through trials.
I have been by your side all along.
I know how much you suffered
growing up ill, dead to the world.
Stop counting your curses.
You don’t want another birthday?
Oh, that’s not very nice.
Just wait and see what lies ahead;
you won’t believe your eyes.
Are you not smelling cherry pie?
Your twin soul is baking for you!
She never could afford buying you gifts.
Do not finish her off with your despair.
She’s trying to help you on your path,
you’re too tired of life and so is she;
she hangs in there, you want to leave.
You’ll make her give up on herself if you don’t heal.
She never tricked you into a thing.
You saw that storm above her head,
and soon what she called “parents”.
You were just as honest about your folks.
She recognized all hell moving against you
and never let go of your hand.
You’ll honour your agreement!
When tempted to think
she doesn’t understand you,
remember she’s not your enemy,
neither are her blackmailing relatives
nor is anyone else. No, “the worst by far”
are not my words, but do look in the mirror.
Spare me that eye roll.
Was living with yourself
ever a country stroll?
So you are stripped below the essentials.
Since when is Being not enough?
I see you lost in starless nights.
What a creator you’ve become!
Listen to me please, will you?
cannot and will not
kill all this Love you are.
War on humanity will not.
Evil itself will not.
See the Higher Realms in others,
and never ever feel alone, for there are
many peaceful warriors like yourself;
some of the finest, soul mates of yours.
Do honour your agreement,
carefully please, gently, gracefully,
with each one of them.
You can help them all remember
if you are lovingly aware
of your glorious
part of All.
Feel My Wings Around Your Soul
towards the light.
The other way.
Taxiarch Archangel Michael, Μιχαήλ, מִיכָאֵל , “Who is like God”
To Leon of SolitaryThinkers,
August 10, 2014
O O O
O O O O
So much extra ugliness has been unmasked here since my birthday, dear friends, that the war seems to be over for good for us now. We are faced with an ever direr set of circumstances, and we are already defeated. It’s not any sort of failure on our part that there’s absolutely nothing more we can do, in the Protestant work-ethic sense of “doing”, to undo the consequences of all that has brought us here. I do not wait for miracles to happen; each and all of us are miracles and we attract all we need. Life is an educational illusion, and if we must go on here, we will. I sense that we must. I just don’t know how we can be resurrected into a human society we never lived in. That’s a quite tragic situation for any middle-aged individuals anywhere, let alone in Greece today.
Please do not ever punish yourselves if you feel you are losing your way. Keep on lovingly working on yourselves without ever beating yourself up for any failures of yours. Our world is under too many spiritual and physical attacks. Some of you feel too heavy inside. Do not burden yourselves with guilt or feelings of inadequacy to prevent loved ones from leaving this world. Our essence is immortal, unbound by space or time. This is such a blessed fellowship of kindred souls because each one of us is aware of our divine nature. Keep up the fight and let us all keep on truly loving and fiercely supporting one another at every precious moment.
My very first post, published on the 2013 Winter Solstice, was Because We Cannot Stop For Death. I honor a very special person there, with whom we have not managed to maintain contact because of all this hell with Plutonia’s destructive paternal family, but I wouldn’t have discovered her without Plutonia. It’s Willow I am talking about. Our wisely anarchic and hard-working Canadian sister Willow of Willow’s Web Astrology has been helping me and especially Plutonia immensely through her free articles for years now, even without us ever having been able to afford a personalized reading. Our understanding of astrology wouldn’t have reached this level without her soulful approach. It doesn’t matter if you are a beginner or advanced in your study of astrology; her unyielding spirit and spot-on insights will offer you a truly healing experience. Here is a video showing Willow during a radio show in 2012; jump to minute 8:00 please, where she talks briefly about the four primary asteroids. And then click on her logo below and follow the instructions to purchase a personalized reading by this amazingly intelligent, self-taught and unaffiliated, socio-politically educated and passionately humanitarian astrologer who can jump-start you into a journey of self-discovery. Thank you so much, Willow; trudging on here would be so much harder without You.
Before you leave this refuge for now, dear friends, shall we work together beautifully for a while? As you listen to this healing spiritual music below, connect with me and with everyone who matters in your life, especially with those souls who get easily lost in dark places. Let our hearts be lifted up with gratitude and light up the world with a joy as pure as this eleven-months-old’s at the beginning of this post. Always love.
“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is full of passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love; these are what we stay alive for!”
~Robin Williams as English professor John Keating in Dead Poets’ Society
I was nineteen years old when this movie came out, and I watched it only once then. After all these years, as I find myself helplessly trapped in the Greek corner of this horrible global domino and hanging on to I’m not sure what, this June I suddenly feel like seeing the Dead Poet’s Society again. And John Keating releases streams from my eyes again.
Two months later I wake up one morning and I hear it in the news. The craziest thing for me personally? Robin’s passing takes place on the most desperate birthday of my life! He leaves us just hours after my exact solar return on a super moon, and it is like I instantly feel the weight of all the burdens that had been weighing on his soul, and I know that he did not just abandon the fight while he could have been somehow saved.
Goodbye Brother Robin
And suddenly we hear it
and know our world is darker
for having lost a soul who fought
against monsters of deep.
So wildly funny though you were
we never failed to see it:
the sadness in your tender eyes
was always so explicit.
Your time had come; you did not fail
to stay any longer with us.
The skies are wise. All Planets knew
how they were dancing with you.
Your suffering now can be released;
it couldn’t have been more gracious.
Our brother Robin, rest in peace.
Your bright light lives on in us.
Leon of SolitaryThinkers, October 2014
Dear Zelda Williams, please keep only loving messages like this one in your heart.
Dear Jenna-Leigh Black, thank you for astrologically showing us the timeliness of Robin’s departure.
It is all written in the heavens. To the very last detail of each one of our lifetimes. This is not fatalistic at all, because we do have free will and choice, and we cannot afford to be judging anyone, celebrity or not, for deciding to leave us in whatever way they choose. Those who judge and preach, willingly or unwillingly disregard what the other person has or had been going through. It is all too easy, and we are all guilty of this sometimes, since our souls are burdened in different ways, each of us has different lessons to master, and this makes our places in life seem agonizingly contradictory. They are not. We are all complementary pieces of one divine puzzle. Cells of one divine organism. Please do not listen to those whose dark mission is to be keeping us divided, blaming one another, working against one another. Do not inflict more pain on the most sensitive, tortured souls. We are all coming from somewhere and, as Ram Dass said, we are all just walking each other home. Please have empathy and offer love to all. Love is the only prayer.
Let us keep on Denying the Pointlessness of Anything
and be dedicated to sucking the marrow out of life.
Seize the day, girls and boys! Make your lives extraordinary!
The Dead Poets’ Society here online free, especially for my younger poet friends.
Ω (Omega): IF IT’S TIME FOR LETTING GO
On your soul’s forsaken shore,
wavelets curl up to your feet,
questions coil about your ankles,
feel the void of bygone dreams,
the dark pain of lifelong shackles,
your cruel separateness from All.
Now your burdens can dissolve;
it’s alright to stop pretending
you can stay here with resolve.
When you’ve offered all you could,
there is nothing more comforting
than the embracing sea of souls.
A (Alpha): SURE YOUR JOURNEY IS COMPLETE?
A rhetorical question
with the power to set you free.
Your beloved eyes are resting
on these lines for just a while,
but their meanings are eternal
and they’re here for you to keep.
Sorrow is not the bigger picture
of what life’s in store for you,
but I know you try to see it
and you can’t, you just cannot.
It’s alright again, you are loved,
there is nothing you do wrong.
I don’t know you in the flesh,
I may never see your words
which your weariness devours,
but I still can feel your presence;
your Light scares my gloom away,
my bright heart’s beating for you.
We are seeing each other through.
Let your doubts please fade, not you:
our world needs your joy and grace.
Just be calm, true, wisely open,
let the purpose of your journey
like a new dawn shine on you.
Yes, our flames may get blown out,
but then A-dios, “To God” we’ll fly;
we’ll have done more than enough
to realign with the Divine.
They are One, Omega and Alpha,
warmly embracing beyond time.
Leon of SolitaryThinkers, August 2014
Thank you so much, beloved friends, for holding me close to your heart, even when our personal and collective hardships here in Greece do not allow me or Plutonia to be blogging or reading or communicating with you at all sometimes. I never leave any of your comments unreplied-to eventually, but we are struggling to take care of all sorts of chaotic things here. We live in constant survival mode, because on top of our continuing joblessness and unbelievable family problems, we are prey to this irrational, globally unprecedented taxation system all year through. It is beyond me to explain in just how many ways they are robbing us of our meager material resources and stealthily draining us of our very life force in this silent war; I can’t stand talking politics anymore. What I want to always stay with you is that you have brought a shower of golden hope into my life, each one of you in your own magical way. You are in my thoughts and prayers every single day.
My Omega is a tribute to the spirits of all people who have known what Edna Pontellier was feeling like at the end of Kate Chopin’s novella “The Awakening”, a favorite feminist reading of my university years originally titled “A Solitary Soul”. Swimming out to eternity has recently been a stress-relieving idea for me, too, as we took a few sea baths in the gulf near our apartment building. I felt like continuing my meditatively athletic crawl, leaving the littered and crowded-due-to-the-crisis, near-urban coast further and further behind me, arms scything through the water under the blazing sun to exhaustion and abandon.
Although our flames do seem to get blown out more often than not, we arrive and depart here by our own choice, something which cannot be proven by the externals of our lives, because it has to do with our timeless soul lessons. Remove our awareness of these lessons, and you remove our very soul, leaving us to be helplessly drifting as empty shells in the darkness of oblivion, feeling as separate grains of sand on a desert planet. We don’t need any of this. What we need is the truth, and the truth is that we are all connected as One Big Heart. (This is a hard science fact, too, and here is the scientist who explains this in the most heartfelt and amazingly comprehensible way.)
If you feel so terribly burdened and cut-off from everyone that I will never get to connect with you cerebrally, please feel that my heart is already yours as you read these lines. If you feel that your words are too few or too feeble to ever do justice to the depth of your despair and to the majesty of your soul, I assure you that there is nothing for you to feel inadequate about, because language is a substitute for a much higher, spiritual communication, which works just fine no matter what, when we choose to open up. So hear my heart behind these words. I am not ever encouraging anyone to give up, but if you find yourself in this place too often, beloved solitary soul out there (and in here; you are in my heart, too, and I’m in yours, so we don’t have to shout), let me softly whisper to you that I understand. Deeply; fully; desperately. I cannot and will not force you to move on to the Alpha again with me, because I am not here to preach anything. I just want you to feel the most tender embrace we can muster with our energy bodies. I love you so much, I feel you as a part of my own journey, and I know your life has a purpose. Saving mine, for instance, until both our souls are ready to soar above all this. Why yearn to embrace somewhere between lives when we can transcend the illusion of separateness right now? I know it works, and here are just two recent examples. Even after this long absence of mine, I gratefully had this exchange with Daniel two days ago…
… and the sheer joy of talking with Cheryl again yesterday:
So, I beseech you, my sweet child of any age, Dare to Live! You are still alive aren’t you? Don’t emphasize “Barely” to me; I have been cut off from human society all my life and I have spent most of it at the Omega. Do not admire me too much, either; my thoughts have not always been the most inspiring place to be, to put it nicely. I don’t care if you think you are a failure or too ugly or too beautiful to be seen among people, if you are blind like Andrea Bocelli below or even missing all limbs (four minutes of Nick Vujicic here), I don’t care if you are suffering in many ways and your soul is crying out “I can’t stand this any longer” over and over again until all other words of your vocabulary evaporate. You, especially you, my friend, are a worthy and lovable person of the brightest kind. It doesn’t matter how long your life is going to be; it is never too short to make the most of every second you have been given. This is what we are all here for. And IF we must almost reach utter despair to realize it, so be it, because it’s worth all the tears and the pain. We are not suffering for nothing, we are not suffering to suffer; we are suffering in order to remember how to really Love again. Keep this Light within you and let it expand out into the world; let it work as a magnet for more unconditionally loving hearts to honor you and to celebrate life with you.
A grand gate opened this April in the sky
for us to ascend to a higher awareness.
The planets’ dance shows a shift
away from fear, towards true love,
an unimagined heart awakening
to ancient truth and wisdom.
Does this sound rosy? It’s not quite.
Α massive stellar influence
mixing celestial with earthly plight,
this giant Cross exceeds us.
We are free spirits born here trapped;
our core is intact but the eyes deceive,
and those who frown and ask “who’s trapped?”
are sadly immersed in manufactured dreams.
Our captors conceitedly believe
they cannot ever get accused
for mocking purposes divine,
making us unawares collaborate
in setting up dream factories
that only feed the tame
and never let them leave.
Shall we now please stop our sacred lives
from being reduced to deadening illusions?
Our might of old is as close as our heart.
This celestial choreography is all about
us protecting one another’s warmth,
kindling our flames as easily as with
an honest word, a caring thought,
honoring the other as a self we once knew
and we will know yet again and suffer in,
unless we act now to ease their suffering.
We cannot have us failing each other,
beloved fellow travelers.
And if you already feel you’ve had enough,
I know, my sweethearts;
trust me, I do;
You hear me?
Leon of SolitaryThinkers, June 11, 2014
A million thanks to our Plutonic sister Willow. Suicide Prevention Post: You are Loved & You Are Needed. Stay Here With Me.