Winter Solstice 2008

The Winter Solstice of 2008 happened around seven o'clock this morning. I was waking up and going back to bed to snooze some more. I reckon I was awake around that ti-me, but maybe not. I didn't notice anything special. I recently realized why December 25th is celebrated as Christmas instead of the equinox when i watched the Zeitgeist video the other day.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BNf-P_5u_Hw&ref=http://www.subtire.com

It's represented in the Bible by Jesus (the Sun of God) laying in the tomb for three days after his death, and rising again afterwards to begin it's heavenly journey back to the Tropic of Capricorn from the Tropic of Cancer. The lands between these two lines of demarcation are considered the tropic zones of the world.

Key West, Florida, where I spent around seven years all told of my life is just north of the Tropic of Capricorn at around 25 degrees north Latitude. Previous to my hanging around Key West I had been in a number of tropical countries, mostly islands in the Pacific Rim, but I never realized what a difference subtropical and tropical made until I went down to Jamaica with a friend for a visit. I was surprised I hadn't recognized how much more lush the tropics are. Especially in Hawaii.

I've been a little sad since I watched that video. I realized the whole time I was watching it that very few people have studied astrology with enough depth and perspective to realize what the video was promoting was probably real close to the truth. The Bibles, both New and Old are interpretation books for astrology. They did the best they could with the lingoes they possessed at the ti-me. Most of the ancient languages previous to Latin had fewer than two thousand terms and/or expressions.

I don't know how many times I've written this out and tried to make sense of it. It's not gonna happen as far as your average person is concerned. They may be experts in some field of the other, but expertise don't cross lines. Each system of expertise has it's own lingo, and it's the lingo of any system of expertise that takes so long to master.

In a way I've been feeling smug lately. I did what I needed to do young enough so that ti-me could be on my side. I traveled a lot all through my life. I dealt with strangers most of the time. I had my remembering vision when I was thirty years old, and followed that by learning most of the occult systems through repetition and redundancy. I studied the Wilhelm/Baynes translation of the I Ching for over thirty years both as a wisdom book and an oracle. I've never met many people who even know what it is, much less that it's one of the Five Classic Books of pre-revolutionary Chinese culture.

I did all this stuff for-me. But, I priced myself out of the market by the very doing of it. I got nobody to talk to about it. All that work has merely isolated me and caused me to detach myself from practically every activity that makes most people feel good about living.

I seem to be in some sort of transition. What happened with that wreck illustrates it to me. I was driving along in the parking area of a big shopping mall and this kid ran a stop sign and tore into the passenger's side front door. I got out and looked at the damage, then I noticed the kid. He didn't look like he had entered puberty, but he had a legitimate learning permit. He just screwed up as kids and new drivers are prone to do.

Two women who witnessed what happened parked their car and waited until the cop got there. They took complete care of me. The kid called his father. No blame. But, it was those two young women who called the cops. They treated me like a superstar. It was almost like they were competing with each other to see which of them could be the kindest.

The cop told them they didn't need to stick around because it was obvious what happened. I should have gotten their names and address, but I was lulled into security by the way I was treated. If something goes wrong I'm gonna regret not getting their names and telephone number.

Once the cop got our driver's license and insurance papers, he told us to move our cars to an empty part of the parking lot. There, the kid's father came and tried to intimidate me for some reason. I was polite, but like a tree that's planted by the water. Unmoved. I just stood around until the cop took care of his end of things, got into my car and drove home. The only thing that worried me was that none of it worried me.

I've gotten more and more like that for a while now. Nothing bothers me much. I have a deep suspicion it's because all the mojos I've worked all of my life are starting to pay off. Nobody knows.