Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Blue Cosmic Eagle/ Blue Self-Existing Hand - Resonant Monkey Moon of Attunement, Day 19

Eagle Feather. Frank Howell.

Blue Cosmic Eagle

Underneath an
Earthen Crust
In Gaia's Nest
A Serpent turns –
Languorously undulating
Abundantly surging
Among Blossoms infinite 
The Flowers of all Nations -
She knows her Self
Sacred yet vilified
Mythic Mediator
Of Land and Sky – 
Her Form
Eternally re-born 
Among deep Roots
Of the great World Tree –

When opposites meet
Marry and merge –
Power travels amid
 Earth and Cloud –
Where Scales once lay
Where smooth Skin shed –
Now Eagle’s Wing
Ascends instead.

©Kleomichele Leeds


Kin 195: Blue Cosmic Eagle

I endure in order to create
 Transcending mind
I seal the output of vision
With the cosmic tone of presence
I am guided by the power of self-generation.

There are infinite sets of mathematical permutations in the ever-changing chemical compositions of life.*

*Star Traveler's 13 Moon Almanac of Synchronicity, Galactic Research Institute, Law of Time Press, Ashland, Oregon, 2014-2015.

Visshudha Chakra

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

White Crystal Wizard/ White Electric World-Bridger - Resonant Monkey Moon of Attunement, Day 18

Cleopatra and Caesar. Jean-Leon Gerome. 1859.

To a Stranger
Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,

You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me

as of a dream,)

I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,

All is recall'd as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate,

chaste, matured,

You grew up with me, were a boy with me or a girl with me,

I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become not yours

only nor left my body mine only,

You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass, you

take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,

I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or

wake at night alone,

I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,

I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

Walt Whitman


Kin 194: White Crystal Wizard

I dedicate in order to enchant
Universalizing receptivity
I seal the output of timelessness
With the crystal tone of cooperation
I am guided by the power of death.

The greatest ally on the path is the power of imagination; this is the creative force that fuels our journey.*

*Star Traveler's 13 Moon Almanac of Synchronicity, Galactic Research Institute, Law of Time Press, Ashland, Oregon, 2014-2015.

Svadhistana Chakra

Monday, January 26, 2015

Red Spectral Skywalker/ Red Lunar Serpent - Resonant Monkey Moon of Attunement, Day 17

Quetzalcoatl. Codex Borgia.

Red Spectral Skywalker
Fly to the Nearness
Of outer Space –

Where Skywalkers
Pace and explore

 Galaxies spring
From Sound and Light –

Fractals sing
 Through starry Night.

©Kleomichele Leeds


Kin 193: Red Spectral Skywalker

I dissolve in order to explore
Releasing wakefulness
I seal the output of space
With the spectral tone of liberation
I am guided by my own power doubled.

When we are rich in selflessness, then we no longer base delusions on our own point of view. Pure selflessness overcomes the snare of poverty or lack mentality.*

*Star Traveler's 13 Moon Almanac of Synchronicity, Galactic Research Institute, Law of Time Press, Ashland, Oregon, 2014-2015.

Ajna Chakra

Sunday, January 25, 2015

Yellow Planetary Human/ Yellow Magnetic Seed - Resonant Monkey Moon of Attunement, Day 16

Portrait of Moctezuma. Antonio Rodriguez. 1680.

Xian of Eight Rivers

China is made of earth, of sun-dried mud. 
In this part of China everything is made from the earth:
the houses, the walls around cities, and villages,
the tombs scattered over the countryside.
Even the people. 
There are hills below that appear to be piles of mud
set out to dry in the sun, naked,
without a single tree or bush.
They crowd around the landscape
like the coils of bulging intestines
tossed on the ground outside butchers' shops,
slowly unraveling. 
Sometimes we fly so low that we almost touch them. 
And then I notice that the wind has brushed
some kind of pattern into the earth: a mysterious alphabet
written in the mud,
struggling to communicate something precise.
But there is not a single animal
or human being in the yellow desert below. 
Not a single village. 
Suddenly we are landing: Xian,
the geographic center of China,
where Chinese civilization was born,
in the cradle of the Yellow River. 
In front of the terminal,
three children are playing with a lump of earth:
they are bundled up in jackets
and brightly printed cotton trousers.
I join them in their game
until a young woman comes out of the terminal
to call me in for dinner.
One of the children grabs me by my overcoat,
to keep me from leaving.
So do the other two, clinging to me,
asking me not to go. 
The young woman comes out again,
and yells at them to stop. 
They let go, disappointed.
One of them calls to me as I turn away:
Come back soon! 
We eat quickly and then prepare to take off for Lanchow.
My three new friends wave goodbye to me. The littlest one
gives me a present: a pebble,
a precious gift.
In this part of China there are no stones.
You have to go to Karelia to find stone,
very far north; or to the Caucasus;
or to southern Siberia, along the slopes of the Pamir,
slanting toward the steppes of Central Asia. 
I put the pebble in my pocket,
to take back home, to show what a precious gift
I was given by a little Chinese girl: a pebble
from the cradle of Chinese civilization. 
A civilization made of earth,
a civilization without bones,
without a skeleton for support.
A civilization of assembled customs,
which suddenly unravel,
dissolving into thousands of separate gestures,
thousands of calligraphic icons,
thousands of smells, colors, flavors,
thousands of different shades. And then just as suddenly
they solidify again into tradition, memory, habit. 
It is this absence of stone, of solid, durable material,
which makes China such an exquisite thing.
Everything is reflected:
an unimaginable number of movements,
of patterns, thoughts, images,
of which we see the copies in immense numbers,
but never the originals. 
The originals were destroyed long ago. 
Here are the four elements out of which China is made:
Earth, Wood, Porcelain, Silk.
The most durable of these is Silk.

I should add a fifth element: Poetry,
which is the most durable of all.



Kin 192:  Yellow Planetary Human

I perfect in order to influence
Producing wisdom
I seal the process of free will
With the planetary tone of manifestation
I am guided by the power of universal fire
I am a galactic activation portal
Enter me.

Galactic Signature of Mahatma Ghandhi and the Roerich Peace Pact.  You control the body, the breath and the thoughts in order to bring your whole being into alignment with the all-abiding reality.*

*Star Traveler's 13 Moon Almanac of Synchronicity, Galactic Research Institute, Law of Time Press, Ashland, Oregon, 2014-2015.

Muladhara Chakra

Saturday, January 24, 2015

Blue Solar Monkey/ Blue Cosmic Night - Resonant Monkey Moon of Attunement, Day 15

Mandelbrot Fractal

Blue Solar Monkey

Into the wild Sea
I dive –
Into the wild Wave –

One with the open Sky
Am I
One with the open Wing –

Into the Forest green
I wander –
Into a mountain Spring –

I am One with these –
Sea – Sky and Wood –
Fierce and free like these am I –

The Rhythms of Nature –
Life – Death – Life
Are replicate in me –

For I am the One
Dancing Magic –
Calling forth the Soul in Thee.

©Kleomichele Leeds


Kin 191: Blue Solar Monkey

I pulse in order to play
Realizing illusion
I seal the process of magic
With the solar tone of intention
I am guided by the power of accomplishment.

Birth date of Volum Votan.  Resonance is the underlying structure of unification.*

*Star Traveler's 13 Moon Almanac of Synchronicity, Galactic Research Institute, Law of Time Press, Ashland, Oregon, 2014-2015.

Sahasrara Chakra

Friday, January 23, 2015

White Galactic Dog/ White Crystal Wind - Resonant Monkey Moon of Attunement, Day 14

Homer the Great!

An African Elegy

In the groves of Africa from their natural wonder   
the wildebeest, zebra, the okapi, the elephant,   
have enterd the marvelous. No greater marvelous   
know I than the mind’s
natural jungle. The wives of the Congo   
distil there their red and the husbands
hunt lion with spear and paint Death-spore
on their shields, wear his teeth, claws and hair   
on ordinary occasions. There the Swahili   
open his doors, let loose thru the trees   
the tides of Death’s sound and distil
from their leaves the terrible red. He
is the consort of dreams I have seen, heard   
in the orchestral dark
like the barking of dogs.

Death is the dog-headed man zebra striped
and surrounded by silence who walks like a lion,   
who is black. It was his voice crying come back,   
that Virginia Woolf heard, turnd
her fine skull, hounded and haunted, stopt,   
pointed into the scent where
I see her in willows, in fog, at the river of sound   
in the trees. I see her prepare there
to enter Death’s mountains
like a white Afghan hound pass into the forest,   
closed after, let loose in the leaves
with more grace than a hound and more wonder there   
even with flowers wound in her hair, allowing herself   
like Ophelia a last
pastoral gesture of love toward the world.   
          And I see
all our tortures absolved in the fog,
dispersed in Death’s forests, forgotten. I see   
all this gentleness like a hound in the water
float upward and outward beyond my dark hand.

I am waiting this winter for the more complete black-out,   
for the negro armies in the eucalyptus, for the cities   
laid open and the cold in the love-light, for hounds   
women and birds to go back to their forests and leave us   
our solitude.


 Kin 190: White Galactic Dog

I harmonize in order to love
Modeling loyalty
I seal the process of heart
With the galactic tone of integrity
I am guided by the power of timelessness.

Noosphere Pause Day 182 (19 x 2) of the 13 Moon year.  It is the property of a divine intellect to be always intently thinking about the beautiful.*

*Star Traveler's 13 Moon Almanac of Synchronicity, Galactic Research Institute, Law of Time Press, Ashland, Oregon, 2014-2015.

Anahata Chakra