Friday, May 26, 2006

Reiki for Red Sox

I started sending Reiki to Veritek and Beckett toward the end of the first inning of last night's game (things weren't going so well). Daniel agreed that it helped their game.

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Thursday, May 25, 2006

Where is my honorary degree?

Daniel's graduation was sunny and peaceful... even with the bullhorned protestors outside and the rich conservatives inside applauding with wild abandon. The metal detectors and snipers kept Condie... um, I mean, all of us... safe. And Condie's speech was sufficiently vague so that everyone could leave feeling like they got their way.

We had a 5 day whirlwind of activity juggling our yard sale, packing for moving, Daniel's parents visiting, driving back and forth from Boston to northern Vermont three times in two days, loading and unloading the cargo van, and finally organizing all our junk in Vermont.

My main complaint, besides getting a second degree burn during the 6 hour outdoor graduation ceremony, was being subtly (and sometimes not so subtly) picked on by Daniel's mom throughout the car-ride up to Vermont, then once we arrived being verbally accosted for no discernible reason other than being too quiet.

Honestly, I find it difficult to be open and communicative when the questions directed at me are weighted, leading or require me to agree with things I don't agree with... for example, "Don't you think Daniel should..." or "So-and-So / Such-and-Such is XYZ, don't you agree?" Ordinarily, I enjoy discussing my opinions, beliefs, ideas with people who have alternate views, but with Daniel's mom, experience has shown that if I disagree I will have to spend the next 30 minutes in defense-mode being angrily grilled and lectured.

So, imagine my surprise when I was literally screamed at (imagine spit flying and swears) for being too quiet. As I often do in situations like this, I just stood there (quietly) like a deer in headlights, searching for a way out, then left as soon as the front door was no longer blocked [by Daniel who was hurriedly getting his shoes on]*. I think I can accurately say I am not very well liked.

As far as I can tell, everyone else in Vermont (there are about half a dozen people who live in this tiny state) like me well enough to greet me with smiles and hugs. So, although both Daniel and I feel unwelcome by his mom, we do feel very welcomed by the rest of the town and state. In any case, our plan is to stay here just a month or so, hike the Long Trail, and then head to San Diego.

Bonus: there is a little book store / coffee shop which has wi-fi, which means I can keep up with all the worldly events and do the emailing and such.

*[Text added for clarification on 6/24/06].

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Meditating on The Devil

On occassion I like to use my Tarot cards to meditate. It's a great way to gain familiarity with a card and increase my intuitive connection.

As instructed by a Intro to Tarot workbook I use, I usually lay the Major Arcana out and pick whichever most draws my attention. However, I've found this creates a decision-making dilema for me since I'm in thinking mode, wondering which card would best serve me for the experience I'd like to have and based on what I'm concerned about. Then I'm worried about picking the wrong card and how I've influenced what I'll experience.

Recently I've decided a great way to choose the card is just to flip through the deck until a Major Arcana card comes up, then use that card for the meditation. This eliminates the need to make a decision and allows me to really flow with whatever comes up. The last two times I've used this method to choose the card I've had incredibly powerful experiences.

The first was with The Devil card. Having just agreed with myself to use whichever card came up, my first reaction to pulling The Devil card was fear, "Oh no! What have I gotten myself into!?!" But as I studied the card, writing down symbols, colors and whatever else I noticed in the card, I was amazed and relieved to realize "this isn't a very scary card at all!"

The Card:

The main colors of the card are flesh-orange, black and gray. The Devil is the central figure, large and looming with ram's horns, a wolfish face and ears, thick hairy legs, bird-like feet, and bat-like wings. His right hand is raised, palm-side visible with deep lines. His left hand is pointed down, bearing a lighted torch. He is perched upon a post with a ring fixed to it. To the ring is chained a man and a woman who stand naked to the Devil's left and right, respectively. Each have red hair, horns and tails - at the end of the man's tail is fire and the woman's tail is grapes. With loose chains around their necks, they do not appear to struggle or resist their bondage. In fact, they appear indifferent, bored. The man, looking toward the woman with his left hand on his hip is holding his right hand out, seemingly waiting for or asking for something. The woman gazes out of the picture with both palms facing down at her side.

After recording what I could see and perceive in the image I began my meditation.

The following is my account:

Journeying into the card I found that the scene was set in a concrete cell, illuminated just enough to see the corners, human figures and devil but all else was darkness. As I looked around, I didn't feel frightened, I felt curious and watched to see all that was happening around me.

The Devil steps down from his perch and sits in a pile of hay against a back wall. The man and woman are alive but motionless, indifferent.

I approached the Devil and he rises to meet me returning to his perch.

"Why did you call me here," I ask.
"It was not I who called you here, but you chose chose to come," he replied.
"You do not seem to evil to me," I say with curiousity.
"Whatever people do not like in the world or in themselves they call evil. I represent that part which is feared and hated but am not evil or good."

I notice the man and woman, wondering what they represent.
He says, "I do not keep them here. It is their fears that chain them, bind them and keep them prisoner. Truly they are free to go at any time they choose." I know the Devil speaks the truth.

He is bored but his role, like a watchman, is to be in this space with those who come here.

He gives me a tiny star, the divine spark of life. He tells me, "Divinity is within every person no matter how horrible they may be, and each of us is merely chained by our own fear and hatred. All the world is open to you if you release your fears. It is your divine right to have all you desire, and you can."

I offer him gratitude for his openness and wisdom, and I exit.

Friday, May 12, 2006

burning question number 42 - grapefruit

why on earth is grapefruit called grapefruit?

not only is it a hundred plus times larger than a grape, it isn't the same color, shape, or consistency. and it certainly tastes nothing like a grape or even grape flavor for that matter.

Purdue University's Crop Index says the grapefruit was originally called the "forbidden fruit" of Barbados. it was also called a smaller shaddock - although i have no clue what a shaddock is.

wikipedia and the library of congress lead me to believe the grapefruit came to be called such simply because it grows in clusters (much like grapes), and possibly because in its unripe state the grapefruit looks eerily similar to unripened grapes.

can it be so simple or is there a larger conspiracy at work here? for instance... why is the Library of Congress so interested in the mysteries of forbidden fruit???

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