Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Red Galactic Moon/ Red Crystal Dragon - Galactic Hawk Moon of Integrity, Day 25

-blood red moon tribal dragon- by slawomiro
Blood Red Moon Tribal Dragon. Slawomiro.


Learn the Language
Of the Moon –
For Love and Beauty
A new Word daily

The Day-keeper’s Time –
Marked as Poetry
Nature’s Tongue murmured
In Rhythm and Rhyme –

Galaxies sail
The ethereal Brine –
 Ships of colored Light
In Sacred Design –

My Classroom
An ever-darkening Sky
Full with Intimations of Infinity –
Blessed Fruit
Silver Blossoms rife
Hung on the Cosmic Tree of Life,

Kleomichele Leeds


Kin 229: Red Galactic Moon

I harmonize in order to purify
Modeling flow
I seal the process of universal water
With the galactic tone of integrity
I am guided by the power of space.

Within the 13:20 frequency our functioning is syntropic of ever-greater harmonic arrangements and rearrangements.*

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

 Svadhistana Chakra (Kali Plasma)

Monday, March 2, 2015

Yellow Resonant Star/ Yellow Spectral Sun - Galactic Hawk Moon of Integrity, Day 24

Woman with Yellow Hair. Pablo Picasso. 1931.

Desire’s Persistence

Yo ave del agua floreciente duro en fiesta. 
—“Deseo de persistencia,” Poesía Náhuatl


In the region of rain and cloud,
I live in shade,
under the moss mat of days bruised
                        purple with desire.
My dominion is a song in the wide ring of water.   
There, I run to and fro,
braiding the logical act
            in the birth of an Ear of Corn,   
polychromatic story I will now tell
in the weaving, power's form in motion,
a devotion to the unstressed.
Once, I wreathed around a king,
became a fishing net, a maze
               “a deadly wealth of robe.”
Mothers who have heard me sing take heart;   
I always prick them into power.


Y vengo alzando al viento la roja flor de invierno.   
(I lift the red flower of winter into the wind.)   
       —Poesía Náhuatl

Out of the ninth circle,
a Phoenician boat rocks upward into light
and the warmth of a name—given to heaven—
that arises in the ninth realm.
Earth's realm discloses the Egyptian   
on the point of invention,
               deprived of life and death,   
heart deep in the soul's hawk,
a thymos shadow knapping the tombed body.   
Some one or thing is always heaven bound.   
Some flowered log doubles my bones.   
The spirit of Toltec turtledoves escapes.   
A sharp, metaphorical cry sends me
               into the adorned sepulchre,   
and the thing that decays learns
                  how to speak its name.

Down Hidalgo,
past Alvarado and Basurto,   
I walk a straight line
to the snailed Pasco Los Berros.   
Here, at noon, the sun,
         a silver bead,
veils what the dawn has displayed.
Even so,
         I have taken up the morning's bond again   
         —the lake with its pendulum leg   
         shining in the distance,
         the boy in white
         hauling his bottle of chalky milk home.
I know I sit in the deep of a city
with its brocade of hills,

where a thin rain is an evening's fire.
I have heard the women sing
near their gas lamps,
when the rose end of day lights a hunger
for the garlanded soups and meat they prepare.
Often, I have taken the high ground   
by the pond, over a frog's voice   
                  dampened by lilies,
and been exalted by the soothsayer   
who knows I'm not at home.
I am the arcane body,
raised at the ninth hour,
to be welcomed by the moonlight   
                     of such spirited air.
I am the Dane of degrees
who realizes how the spirit glows   
                     even as it descends.



Kin 228: Yellow Resonant Star

I channel in order to beautify
Inspiring art
I seal the store of elegance
With the resonant tone of attunement
I am guided by the power of universal fire.

As we develop the telepathic pulsar technologies, we will see the potential of our mind as a powerful cosmic force.*

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

Ajna Chakra (Gamma Plasma)

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Blue Rhythmic Hand/ Blue Planetary Storm - Galactic Hawk Moon of Integrity, Day 23

Blue Raven. Frank Howell. 1994.

For The Marriage of Faustus and Helen
The mind has shown itself at times
Too much the baked and labeled dough
Divided by accepted multitudes.
Across the stacked partitions of the day—
Across the memoranda, baseball scores,
The stenographic smiles and stock quotations
Smutty wings flash out equivocations.
The mind is brushed by sparrow wings;
Numbers, rebuffed by asphalt, crowd
The margins of the day, accent the curbs,
Convoying divers dawns on every corner
To druggist, barber and tobacconist,
Until the graduate opacities of evening
Take them away as suddenly to somewhere
Virginal perhaps, less fragmentary, cool.
         There is the world dimensional for
       those untwisted by the love of things
       irreconcilable ...
And yet, suppose some evening I forgot
The fare and transfer, yet got by that way
Without recall,—lost yet poised in traffic.
Then I might find your eyes across an aisle,
Still flickering with those prefigurations—
Prodigal, yet uncontested now,
Half-riant before the jerky window frame.
There is some way, I think, to touch
Those hands of yours that count the nights
Stippled with pink and green advertisements.
And now, before its arteries turn dark
I would have you meet this bartered blood.
Imminent in his dream, none better knows
The white wafer cheek of love, or offers words
Lightly as moonlight on the eaves meets snow.
Reflective conversion of all things
At your deep blush, when ecstasies thread
The limbs and belly, when rainbows spread
Impinging on the throat and sides ...   
Inevitable, the body of the world
Weeps in inventive dust for the hiatus
That winks above it, bluet in your breasts.
The earth may glide diaphanous to death;
But if I lift my arms it is to bend
To you who turned away once, Helen, knowing
The press of troubled hands, too alternate
With steel and soil to hold you endlessly.
I meet you, therefore, in that eventual flame
You found in final chains, no captive then—
Beyond their million brittle, bloodshot eyes;
White, through white cities passed on to assume
That world which comes to each of us alone.
Accept a lone eye riveted to your plane,
Bent axle of devotion along companion ways
That beat, continuous, to hourless days—
One inconspicuous, glowing orb of praise.



  Kin 227: Blue Rhythmic Hand

I organize in order to know
Balancing healing
I seal the store of accomplishment
With the rhythmic tone of equality
I am guided by my own power doubled.

The soul, the mind and consciousness are part of one continuum.  The soul cannot develop without a mind.  The mind cannot develop without consciousness.*

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

Muladhara Chakra

Saturday, February 28, 2015

White Overtone World-Bridger/ White Solar Mirror - Galactic Hawk Moon of Integrity, Day 22

Detail of Palace House. Palenque. (c) PARI.

Moth Orchids

If you are ill or can’t sleep, you can
watch them spread their wings — the hours
it might take for a baby to be born —
the furled sepals arching, until
the petals splay like a woman stretched, flung
open, blood blooming through her veins.
And then stillness, the white fans glisten
day after day like sunlit snow
tinged with a greeny kiss.
Intricate, curved labellum like bones
of a tiny pelvis and the slender tongue reaching out
to the air as though the parts of the body
could blend: mouth fused to hips, face to sex,
the swollen pad where the bee lands.
Here they float:
eleven creamy moths, eleven white egrets
suspended in flight, eleven babies in satin bonnets,
eleven brides stiff in lace, the waxy pools
of eleven white candles, eleven planets
burning in space.

 Ellen Bass


Kin 226: White Overtone World-Bridger

I empower in order to equalize
Commanding opportunity
I seal the store of death
With the overtone tone of radiance
I am guided by the power of timelessness.

Noosphere is the mind space of inner time that stretches infinity into the galactic future.*

*Star Traveler's 13 Moon Almanac of Synchronicity, Galactic Research Institute, Law of Time Press, Ashland, Oregon, 2014-0215.

Sahasrara  Chakra

Friday, February 27, 2015

Red Self-Existing Serpent/ Red Galactic Earth - Galactic Hawk Moon of Integrity, Day 21

South Serpent. Chichen Itza. (c)PARI. 1995

To Earthward

 Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air

That crossed me from sweet things,
The flow of--was it musk
From hidden grapevine springs
Downhill at dusk?

I had the swirl and ache
From sprays of honeysuckle
That when they’re gathered shake
Dew on the knuckle.

I craved strong sweets, but those
Seemed strong when I was young;
The petal of the rose
It was that stung.

Now no joy but lacks salt,
That is not dashed with pain
And weariness and fault;
I crave the stain

Of tears, the aftermark
Of almost too much love,
The sweet of bitter bark
And burning clove.

When stiff and sore and scarred
I take away my hand
From leaning on it hard
In grass and sand,

The hurt is not enough:
I long for weight and strength
To feel the earth as rough
To all my length. 

Robert Frost


Kin 225: Red Self-Existing Serpent

I define in order to survive
Measuring instinct
I seal the store of life force
With the self-existing tone of form
I am guided by the power of birth
I am a polar kin
I convert the red galactic spectrum.

True freedom is knowing your own mind and, therefore, not being subject to automatic of unconscious impulses.*

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

Anahata Chakra

Thursday, February 26, 2015

Yellow Electric Seed/ Yellow Resonant Warrior - Galactic Hawk Moon of Integrity, Day 20

Centeotl, Maya Maize God. 


Love the quick profit, the annual raise, vacation with pay.
Want more of everything made.
Be afraid to know you neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery any more.
Your mind will be punched in a card and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something they will call you.
When they want you to die for profit they will let you know.
So, friends, every day do something that won't compute.
Love the Lord. Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it.
Denounce the government and embrace the flag.
Hope to live in that free republic for which it stands.
Give your approval to all you cannot understand.
Praise ignorance,
for what man has not encountered he has not destroyed.
Ask the questions that have no answers.
Invest in the millennium.
Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.

Say that the leaves are harvested when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
Put your faith in the two inches of humus that will build under the trees
every thousand years.
Listen to carrion--put your ear close,
and hear the faint chattering of the songs that are to come.
Expect the end of the world.
Laugh. Laughter is immeasurable.
Be joyful though you have considered all the facts.
So long as women do not go cheap for power,
please women more than men.
Ask yourself: Will this satisfy a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep of a woman near to giving birth?
Go with your love to the fields.
Lie easy in the shade. Rest your head in her lap.
Swear allegiance to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and politicos can predict the motions
of your mind, lose it.
Leave it as a sign to mark the false trail, the way you didn't go.
Be like the fox who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.

 Wendell Berry


Kin 224: Yellow Electric Seed

I activate in order to target
Bonding awareness
I seal the input of flowering
With the electric tone of service
I am guided by the power of elegance.

The memory of a "lost chord" or "lost planet" is also deeply embedded in the unconscious of the human psyche.*

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

Manipura Chakra

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Blue Lunar Night/ Blue Rhythmic Eagle - Galactic Hawk Moon of Integrity, Day 19

New Cycle of Galactic Time.

Great Blue Heron

I drive past him each day in the swamp where he stands
on one leg, hunched as if dreaming of his own form
the surface reflects. Often I nearly forget to turn left,
buy fish and wine, be home in time to cook and chill.
Today the bird stays with me, as if I am moving through
the heron’s dream to share his sky or water—places
he will rise into on slow flapping wings or where
his long bill darts to catch unwary frogs. I’ve seen
his slate blue feathers lift him as dangling legs
fold back, I’ve seen him fly through the dying sun
and out again, entering night, entering my own sleep.
I only know this bird by a name we’ve wrapped him in,
and when I stand on my porch, fish in the broiler,
wine glass sweating against my palm, glint of sailboats
tacking home on dusky water, I try to imagine him
slowly descending to his nest, wise as he was
or ever will be, filling each moment with that moment’s
act or silence, and the evening folds itself around me.



Kin 223: Blue Lunar Night

I polarize in order to dream
Stabilizing intuition
I seal the input of abundance
With the lunar tone of challenge
I am guided by the power of vision.

Cosmic sky teachings accommodate every single stage and phase
of spiritual growth as well as the evolutionary stages of life and consciousness simultaneously on all world systems.*

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

Visshudha Chakra