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Ponedjeljak, 11 Ševval, 1436

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Jul. 26th, 2015 | 08:23 pm

Planet of the day (according to Ibn 'Arabi): Moon

Prophet of the day (according to Ibn 'Arabi): Adam

The Sun is in 3 Leo (in my 11th house): At a fashionable men's club, a funny-looking waiter stands under a taxidermied moose-head and scandalizes the guests with impertinet remarks. (Symbol for 4 Leo from Martin Goldsmith, The Zodiac by Degrees, 2nd ed.)

The Moon is in the 1st decan of Sagittarius (in my 3rd house): living quality of the truth; participation in the dance of life. (Keywords from Martin Goldsmith, Moon Phases: A Symbolic Key)

The Sun and Moon are in their 9th phase (the Moon is between 120 and 130 degrees ahead of the Sun): The Gathering of Friends. A group of friends sitting on a riverbank, watching a boat go by; a beautiful girl is playing the guitar. (Symbol from Goldsmith, Moon Phases)

Overnight, the Sun will transit my natal North Node (in my 11th house). In the morning, the Moon will enter my 4th house.

Well, I managed to practice most of my recital program during this past day, despite going to the Sufi study group in the next state over, doing laundry, and having guests over for an afternoon meal. In the morning, I have an appointment to bring in the car for regular service. Will try to continue writing my program notes.

One thing that occurred to me about the recent upwelling of feelings about the Kali tradition is that, when feelings come up with that kind of emotional charge, experience has shown that the issue is often more about unfinished business from the past than it is about potentially useful directions forward. The latter generally seem to begin from a grounded sense of the present moment and have a quality of as-yet-missing information about them.

There were a couple of things that came up in today's discussion of al-Halim that made me appreciate the time that I had spent in trying to connect to the Kali tradition, as I seemed to be able to articulate a commitment to staying with a sense of flow and appeared to be less burdened by traditional categories and quasi-intellectual critique than most of the other people there.

I browsed through some of Lex Hixon's Divine Mother poems this evening, which reminded me of the kind of energy that had drawn me to that tradition.


Peace,

KH

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