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I was out web wandering when I came across this Shiva and Shakti blend,
found in someone's journal entry about male/female principles. I couldn't resist having a try at the image. Right now the line drawing is so basic, and this piece would so much be improved by coloring. But there it is in the preliminary state.
Thoughts in the morning, Thursday, November 1, 2007
I think, too, of the Egyptian pharoahs, within whom the two powers are reconciled, isn't this too another form of reconciliation within the self? I think also of Jung's two flames of love and power. All these dualities to be reconciled and balanced within the Self, all embraced, the awakened will seek this.
(And I wonder, too, were Set and Isis ever considered a pair, like Shiva and Shakti? In Kemetic spelling, Set and Aset? Perhaps these were mysteries kept hidden? And perhaps I too much speculate, no scholary authority to back me up? But there is Shiva and Shakti, and the Dark Lord speaks as he will, and so do I. (Grin!))
Friday, November 2, 2007 A
"Strange Dream"
2:10am
I wake from a dream. I am at work in this dream. I think I should get paid for such dreams. It is where I work, and it is
not where I work. A customer comes in. He is a fairly slender dark haired man in his thirties. His hair is a little long.
He wants to speak to me, he wants me to write down each job, so I hunt for a piece of paper. I tell him the counter girls
will then transfer it to the computer. He does not want to deal with the computer. He has a huge mound of clothes, and
pulls one item out, to tell me its flaws. Then he gets distracted. He leaves the mound on my cutting table. His wife came
in, who needs something. I tell him I am busy, I will go back to sewing, he can come back when he is done.
Here's where it gets even odder. There is a high backed wicker chair at the front of the shop. His wife who has long blonde hair is sitting in it like it's a throne, and he is stroking her shoulders. Then the appearance and location of the building changes, we are now on a busy street in a northern city near Canada.
(I think the northern part came in because I woke up cold, without covers.)
Meanwhile, the shop is now in a huge northern city. His wife is not the only thing distracting the man. It turns out he was also waiting for a nearby restaurant order to be done. The waiter comes to him with a dark green square plate that has a huge mound of thickly cut French fries on it. Those fries look so good, I want some, but he is there at the store's front, eating them.
(I presume his wife also got something to eat.)
It is strange behavior, indeed. My co-workers said, "Oh, it is because he is Canadian", mispronouncing the word 'Canadian' to have a weird French accent.I want to defend the Canadians, and struggle to think of something to say, but wake up then.
(Cold, blanketless, needing to pee, and taking a while to fully wake up...)
What's it all mean?
Certainly, I was thinking of prejudice that blames a person's eccentricities on their native land, or their race. I hate
when people do that, particularily newcomers that come to your area, ignorant of its history, and start spewing their
prejudice. Being of slow mind, I'm at a loss for what to say. If I could gather my words in such a way that they would be
clear, understandable and well received, I would tell them to study the city's history and learn more. Also, don't blame a person's quirks on their race or nationality. They own that, their native land doesn't own that.
And for some reason, I am craving French fries. It's not for me, the rigors of the low carb diet. I can do well in all
other respects. But I cannot go without my bread, my rice, my potatoes... (I cannot even resist pie and cookies and...) I hereby understand that I shall never be slim
because of it.
Oh well, I do the best that I can stand. Let the chips fall where they may...
(I'll probably be rushing to catch them, if they are of potato...)
Friday, November 2, 2007 B
"Something Fishy"
4:25am
I have now awakened so well after my dream that sleep seems impossible. So I am revisiting DC through my photo archives:
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