}Goodbye, Big Bad Wolf{
Signor Borelli says that we may be lke "a woman holding a bundle of faggots, her hair loose and disordered by the wind. She wanders in search of something." (Sounds like some Democratic politicians?) "One disposed to undertake more things than he is able to complete" is the warning.
There are even more serious warnings from Charubel: "An execution." I am a firm opponent of capital punishment because it has gone wrong so often, in addition to being repugnant in itself, and Nicholas Kristof's piece about it in the NYT last week is extremely important. For most of us, the "execution" might be the "moral execution" of someone through intense criticism, or of ourselves by someone else. We see one another's faults intensely.
A "meeting of a literary society" does in fact seem what our politicians are engaging in, rather than serious attempts to solve core problems. Criticism is rampant, but not self-criticism. Self-appreciation ought to expand to other-appreciation, which alone makes possible valid other-criticism.
"Pelicans moving their habitat" obviously has to do with all the immigration disputes around the world. Is choosing a frontier existence worth the trouble, or would it be better to face what one has not yet faced successfully at home?
Someone crafty, designing and seductive is like "A wolf following a sheep along a secluded pathway."
We need the common-sense clarification which "Two Dutch children talking" could bring into the situation. Some things just do not make sense. Tackling too much results in self-tackle. It is better to conform to common elements of the surrounding background, and normal skills, at least for now. Then the "two chidren" can calm down, avoid pointless diversion and the crafty wolf, and maybe have a good time together late in the day when Luna begins to trine Venus and sextile Jupiter.
{Thursday} {Goodbye, Big Bad Wolf}
Cosmic Piper
P. S. The Dark, Slow, or Wandering-Dreaming-Magical Hermetic Epoch begins today (through August 14). You may have felt it creeping up in the past few days. Here is part of what it means, from Sri Aurobindo's Savitri:
"Arriving at a large and shadowy sense
That cared not to define its fleeting drift,
Life laboured in a strange and mythic air
Denuded of her sweet magnificent suns.
In worlds imagined, never yet made true,
A lingering glimmer on creation's verge,
One strayed and dreamed and never stopped to adhieve:
To achieve would have destroyed that magic Space."
(Thursday): Moon in Aquarius
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