"Of all the hexagrams, 29 is one of my favourites...Here’s what I read there: “The name of this hexagram is formed by two characters: Xi + Kan. Xi figuratively shows the situation of the little bird, still in the nest, but pushed by its mother to leave the nest into the void, because it has to discover the art of flying, or how to be carried by this void. This image is used to express the idea of ‘learning by repeating’. Kan figuratively expresses the idea of a place where solid ground disappears under our feet, thus provoking a sudden sense of fear and anxiety. Xi & Kan together show that when vertigo paralyses, it is by action we have to react. Daring to advance, that’s the tool to prevent inertion to take over. When we doubt our possibilities, we can discover, buried deep down in ourselves, unsuspected possibilities when we dare to engage.” And he continues with a beautiful translation of “Movement brings honour”: ‘Agir amène à se surpasser’ or: ‘To act leads to surpass oneself’. Translating always is a kind of interpretation of course, but Javary & Faure’s view on 29 for me was an eye opener and helped a lot. In a way the image of this little bird appealed to me, because it overcomes the fear of flying simply by suddenly discovering it was its reason of being, it was printed in its DNA. Our deepest fears sometimes lead the way to discover/uncover our reason of being, that which makes us unique."Hexagram 29 of the I Ching: Omens that appear insurmountable. Appear. But are not so. I realize my greatest fears, which are of mine, the tribes, the collective, both overlapping and distinct, are the keys to my greatest strengths.
I think of my shadow side. Of my alternate persona, the one I speak quietly of or none at all. But who speaks loudly; sometimes I can see this raucous demon hold others who believe themselves light. I am entering the chasm, we All are. I really do not know if I can fly, my fears swell up inside my hollowed breast like an inverted and dark sea. But deep down, beyond the muck, I can fly, I do fly.
I am being taught by all these different energies around me what I need to learn in the Now. So that, if I pay attention, if I listen, I can hear the whisper of wings that are built and building 'round me and upon me. I am beginning to realize that fear is a choice, insomuch that once it is felt it can be decided upon whether to repeat or re-instigate the fear. Water upon water, a repetitive entering into the dark chasm; do I want to embrace my demons again and again? Is this healthy fear--fear that I feel, act upon, push through, all under the current of conscientiousness?
This is the light of the New Aeon, the dark side of the moon's beams, where the darkest parts will now be repetitively exposed. And I have thematically been paralyzed by fear: of falling in love, of rejection, of failure, of disappointment, of debauchery... .A.
And I must act now in the face of my gouged and wound fears. For the sake of me, the individual, and for the sake of the tribe and of the collective. If anything, I realize it is my duty as my own god, as a small blue god amongst many others. I was gifted the wondrous experience of this existence, I was bestowed the awe-inducing brilliance of great pleasures and great pains and of seemingly fixed realities entropic and compounding-- and for this I must be the best energy I can be.
I realize the change in the wind, it smells different. All of it. I gain new eyes each day.
So I will enter the chasm. With all my strengths, those lit upon and those deep in the dark. I am the archetype, and I breathe wispy inspiration, recycled and a'new. Because I intuit the holiness, and I feel it only right to cherish this beauty all around me... by upholding the true Aristocracy: the Conscious.
“How we fall into grace. You can't work or earn your way into it. You just fall. It lies below, it lies beyond. It comes to you, unbidden.”
.LOVE. ((Motr'in around in my bodice, transferring by dynamic DNA))
M .A. R
