“Impressionism is the newspaper of the soul.” ~ Henri Matisse
“The soul becomes dyed with the colour of its thoughts.” ~ Marcus Aurelius
“If you don’t take risks, you’ll have a wasted soul.” ~ Drew Barrymore
Hmmm. I just saw an article about an alien spacecraft that was revealed through satellite photos, and the darned thing is sucking energy out of the sun and attempting to use the energy to multiply. How they knew that last part is beyond me. I mean, I love to peruse UFO videos on You Tube once in a while, but this article just left me scratching my metaphorical head. Weird. I read another article earlier this morning about how the US Presidential campaign has gone down the rabbit hole. Well, duh. Then I got to thinking about Alice In Wonderland, and how the surreal nature of the story could well have been the author’s attempts at guerrilla ontology. Obscure, right? That’s me this morning. Nice sky show going on. Moon, clouds, that sort of thing. Quite pretty, and, for me, deeply compelling. The Equinox is still some 24 hours away and I feel the Veil Between the Worlds opening right on time. It is messages from the Ancestors I hope for, but if some Faerie being or Angel, or whatever, wants to have their say far be it from me to turn a deaf ear. I’m letting my mind run off into fantasy in order to access the imaginal world. Mundane reality seems kinda sorta shallow these days. I’m glad I am not a materialist. That’s all I can say. I prefer the worlds of mythos and archetypes. Just sayin’. Lately I have been thinking about the animal shelter again. It got triggered by a guy saying the other day, “It’s all about the animals”, and it dawned on me how narrow that statement can be. First off, humans are just as much animals as them cats and dogs are. How humans behave toward and with each other is an essential part of the welfare of the four-leggeds. Shit, it does matter what the people do. Bad vibes is bad vibes. I’ll leave that be at that. I was getting riled. Not going there this morning. In fact, I think I’ll let this post rest as is; contemplate the coming day. The aspen forests on the high slopes are turning bright yellow. The time is at hand. I love Autumn.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.