Walden Pond in Concord, MA. This sign is adjacent to the site of HD's cabin. Also the very edge of a quite memorable rock pile tribute. There's another pile in the pond water a short walk away.
Have planned to use this image for the elevated solar center's volitional equation that yields the desired result. Am so glad I followed through because I hadn't realized how soothing I'd find it to reconnect to the post I linked to above and just now. It speaks to an ongoing America it's hard to imagine at this moment if only due to Covid restrictions. I can't imagine being there without any number of other people who have traveled to the spot in all kinds of ways. Walden Pond is one of the places I think about when somebody's singing a super patriotic song about 'america' by way of historical landmarks/geographic wonders. Fairly certain HDT would not approve.
Living deliberately is another way of saying, at least in my view, purposeful self-fulfillment. I think of that as elevated solar energy: not simply the will to fulfill but also the psychic wisdom and emotional aptitude to develop patient mastery of the self's pragmatic and will-full-y created landscape(s).
Don't know the name of this orchid. But it's a good visual to save, perhaps, for meditating on the not unchallenging jump from yellow to pink/magenta/green and the realm of limitless Heart energy. At Longwood Gardens 15 or 20 years ago on a stiflingly hot summer day. They were quite a bit more compelling in person.
At this point I'm noticing nearly everyone is drift-synching-in with the idea of including at least judicious sprinkles of clear, pure, color-ray colors as some ongoing portion of their evolving personal palette. This can difficult for anyone who is color fluent primarily by way of having learned what they resonate with personally in a hyper-specific way. And thus seeing/gravitating to that equally specific color in their mind and heart whenever, say, "blue" is mentioned.
In focused chakra work the colors used to personify the energy are of a pure pigment nature because that purity is where the color ray's energy vibrates at its highest organic frequency that ALSO synchs in with cosmic light waves/frequencies. Instead of thinking 'garish/inert/clown/unrefined colors' (I get occasional emails on this subject ...) think Reiki as well as actively opening yourself to your ever-shifting highest color ray frequency pitch. This shifting process is constant so far as I can tell. Think of the pure color rays as an under-painting destined to give all the other layers of work their inner glow. Consciously allow more pure color to find a place in your life in ways that are both random and organic.
This yellow Brugmansia flower was enormous. I grew a small colony of these beauties at SL2. This was a very tangible yellow-driven triumph. I learned so much from the emergent flowers' energy as the plants grew and the buds fattened. Brugmansia flowers are intensely intense as they're the reproductive organs of an entheogen. This is what I chose to study with a lot of my tuition remission benefits at a major university: entheogens. and also feminist literature. My work boss despaired. He kept trying to foster-dad me via unsolicited advice and piercing questions concerning my Life Plan. What was it? I will write, I told him. Was 23 at the time. Explained I felt I had about two more years before I'd be proficient enough stylistically to be employable as some kind of technical writer.
Guess i will probably never get why 'life plan' automatically refers to attaining a college degree first and foremost. I once joked to my boss (who was a lawyer) that I felt like every time he said that it was the same as Shakespeare suggesting all the lawyers be killed as a top priority. He despaired actively while holding his head in his hands right in front of me. The point of the anecdote is that I did meet my employable writer target right around the time I at long last successfully quit my job in order to go stay in a geodesic dome 'way up in Aroostook county ME. That dome had no floor and wild creatures living in it. We were by-the-way told about it when the old econoline was half packed. And so we pivoted in what now seems somewhat scary in its seamlessness BOOM just like that: A month to unwind from the grind more or less locally, a month of road/rough living, and however long on the left coast with relatives and our own fancy free whims.
in other words:
We intended to deliberately live like we were actually traversing our inner fantasy versions of times 12 to 15 years in the never-coming-back rearview window. and so we did.
My talented and insightful friend, Rachel Kellum made me this banner shortly after she acquired a sewing machine. She referred to it as her magic cauldron. One of the many things I love about RK is her psychic and emotionally intuitive relationship to brushstrokes. She once told me: I read them the way you read tarot cards. I think of that quite frequently when I'm painting these days ...