Ouroboros

It just occurred to me that the Milky Way galaxy is the Ouroboros. The ancients used the symbol to represent the phenomenon. In Akkadian the Milky Way is ṣerret šamê "the snake of the skies". Norse mythology Jörmungandr is a sea serpent, the middle child of the giantess Angrboða and Loki. Odin tossed Jörmungandr into the great ocean that encircles Midgard (the world). The serpent grew so large that it was able to surround the earth and grasp its own tail. As a result, it received the name of the Midgard Serpent or World Serpent. When it releases its tail, Ragnarök will begin. So, I guess that makes the supermassive black hole at the galactic core the mouth eating it's own tail. Neat.

There is a better case to be made, if someone cares to do the research. All the stuff about the sun's path through the stars being a reflection of the soul's journey through life and the underworld until it's rebirth. That's why the sun is named Sol, you know. Then there is also the enlightening/obfuscating narrative about the Great Year as the equinoxes pass through the zodiac every 25,772 years.

"The first known appearance of the ouroboros motif (seen below) is in the Enigmatic Book of the Netherworld, an ancient Egyptian funerary text in KV62, the tomb of Tutankhamun, in the 14th century BC. The text concerns the actions of the god Ra (the sun god) and his union with Osiris in the underworld. The ouroboros is depicted twice on the figure: holding their tails in their mouths, one encircling the head and upper chest, the other surrounding the feet of a large figure, which may represent the unified Ra-Osiris (Osiris born again as Ra). Both serpents are manifestations of the deity Mehen, who in other funerary texts protects Ra in his underworld journey. The whole divine figure represents the beginning and the end of time." - so says Wikipedia about the Ouroborus

Oh, and that's not even pulling in all the similar references like the feathered serpent Quetzalcoatl of South America. The Hindu texts and iconography back this stuff up too. I mean, take a look.

Every planet is a delicate bubble of heaven floating in a vast freezing radioactive hell, at least to any creature adapted to live within. Time is just the apocalypse of the big bang unfolding at a slow enough churn that we can sit back and really enjoy it. 

A Morning Chant for Mirrors to Reflect

I stand now upon the shoulders of giants and repeat the things I thought worth hearing. I cry for Heraclitus, Plato, Marcus Aurelius, John Lennon, Terence McKenna, and all the other philosopher kings who haunt my dreams; I speak so others might catch the call.

All language is magic which traps mind. To spell is to spell; telepathy, what once in my mind now in yours. Alphabetic runes bind ideas for a term and I imprison them for this sentence. Every story is a spiel or a spell, and I take that as gospel or God's spell. Honestly, our whole civilization is held together by small mouth noises. The great Tower of Babel lifts the babblers from the land of common-tongued beasts into the airy realms of enlightened divinity. The heights breached determined by how firmly the foundations anchor into the rock solid truths of the Earth. The hardest of the rock solid truths I know is this: ALL FLOWS. All flows, and nothing lasts. Nothing lasts! Permanence is not our purpose. Fame and wealth are not prizes to plunder, but gifts to bestow upon those who uplift our lives... on this short, short ride. Chasing dizzying new heights while ignoring the facts on the ground puts it all at risk. Too many tall tales taught to toddlers through twinkly techne and tinsel tend to teeter the tower til it topples!

Hello, I was born Nicholas Alan Peterson, but I've come to see that Nick Alan Pete, N, A, P, is a NAP from which I struggle to awaken. I've named this reflection Quibish Freemind. I am a wizard and so can you. ***The key to all magic is to stop doubting the intention of the attention.*** Everything we do and say is a magical ritual and chant as we put our soulpower to the karmic wheel, so lets steer toward peace and harmony. Confidence is key. Nature loves courage. The past and future are mythic. Reality is the ever changing Now, and the visionaries present pull this gift towards the imagination. Reality is not time, we are. We are memory, we are experience, we are spirit, we are breath, we are rhythm. If time were space history would be a spider's web. Gossamer filaments stretching back to connect various points, but oh so many gaps left betwixt and unbeknownst. Seek. You must have a plan. If you don't have a plan, then you are a part of somebody else's plan. Now is a constant unfolding, and we each choose the part we play. History = His story, and Mystery = My story. Don't be a passive victim steamrolled by history, explore your mystery. Reality is far stranger than anyone even knows HOW to say. You are not your identity, nor any of the labels hung upon you. Culture is not your friend. It can draft you into war, or jury duty, or a tax audit. Culture = Cult of Ur, Ur: the ancient city built in the mesopotamian cradle of civilization. Culture is a mindset, a branding, a network of walls physical and mental. It is a shared imagining pushing and pulling at flesh through enforcement and compliance. The real you is somewhere underneath all of that. Do you still trust the status quo, or do you seek to verify with your own methods and discernment? Both? Trust, but verify. Once we drop the burden of cultural baggage and expectations it becomes easier to do what we know is right and to say what we truly mean. Someday, without pretense or precondition; we will be free to meet our honest selves. Today, hiding in plain sight, a Freemind is at play, set loose upon the world, and everyone else a brother or sister mirror upon reflection, free to reword my chant to your own perfection. Let's all get out there and awesome the place up.

What is best in life?
The Good
The True
The Beautiful

What is Good?
Tricky... tricky... tricky...

What is True?
Even trickier... even trickier...

What is Beautiful?
Easy to discern :)

Though, I warn you that if you judge by beauty alone, be wary and ever watchful for cracks in the facade. Can you discern the intention of the attention? Which wonders are being beaten wrought? Don’t let conditioned submission set failure baked in. Every painful feeling is a signal, and each difficulty a highlighting, tune in to the teaching to prevent the repeating. Look into it. Bear a load. Build up strength. Stoicism. Your habits form your future self. We are what we choose to do, so go do the best possible you. Exceed expectations, just for the fun of it. The road to success is paved with failure. Learn, get up, and go again. Our universe is made of magic, every atom of matter is only a symbolic representation of underlying energies poised spinning and charged. You are a ghost driving a skeleton wearing a meatsuit on a rock made of stardust spinning around an inferno screaming through a glittering void. Your willful spirit is the eternal flame, and now's the time to shine.

Love, Light, Luck
Health, Wealth, Elf

*(We clap once, and release the philosopher kings to work our wonders and fulfill the dream)*