What Else Matters

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It's hateful for me to have to change. There is nothing worse for a double Taurus who makes a living being receptively stuck in the mud. Earth upon earth, with water rising. "If the Lord is willing, and the creeks don't rise." Odd, that I never really thought about having a Rising sign like Scorpio as water itself rising. I wonder if I act like that with people?

The first thing that comes to mind about rising water is the threat of a flood or a tsunami. Slow or fast I might hurt yo' ass if you ignore me or can't swim with a cast. Sometime I think I have a tendency to swamp people before they realize emotion does count. Rabble rouser. Pakistan, presently. Earthquakes, unceasing rain, mudslides, and torrential floods. Real ghost-busters.

That's not to say that tornados and high winds can't terrify the hardiest of souls, or that fire can't burn you an new asshole. I ain't got no occupied air signs in my natal astrology chart. Fire is present in my natal, but not all that prominent unless Mercury in Aries could be seen as a threat. It is a threat, but mostly to me. It's most likely to cause wars than to want to fight in them. Provocateur.

I suspect the potential of Mercury in Aries in my natal chart is hidden to some degree. Mostly from people who naturally pay attention to other facets of the people they're drawn to observe. It tickles me to play with the fact that Einstein also had Mercury in Aries, and it was located in the very same degree in Aries that Mercury in my natal chart is located.

The significance of this is epitomized by the Star Trek rap about "going where no man has gone before". Einstein obviously did that. He went beyond all described premises to set a new standard for others to overcome if they could.

This trait is more associated with the sign Aries in general than anything specific to how Mercury behaves when it's placed there by birth events. Ares if famous for going too far. It overshoots the mark. It reaches it's goal, and keeps on going. Often enough that it finds itself beyond the reachable pale of the help it needs to make a viable return. There is hell to pay. That which can't save you will kill you.

My wooden house is like the soundbox on a cheap, home-made banjo. It picks up and resonates all the ambient sounds in the neighborhood for miles around. Why didn't I use brick that would absorb sound instead of amplifying it? Because I was never taught to do that, and carpentry and wood was part of my childhood, even though my skills are barely adequate.

I'm best with metal. My grandfather was a professional blacksmith. It's how he fed his family. I didn't know him well. He died when I was two years old. My father knew about smithing, but it was part of the authority he rebelled against to become his own person.

Still, there was always a forge and an anvil around growing up. I used them more than my father did. He helped me learn how to do it when I asked him, but he didn't want me to do that for a living like his father did. He wanted me to get a doctorate and excel his own efforts as a educator. I did do what he did. I became my own person too.

I'm not driven to excel when it comes to having some place to get in out of the weather. My house is not an investment. I pay county taxes like it was a barn. There is planned obsolescence. I don't expect it to survive me. My body won't. Why should the house felix built? Wooden houses make better funeral pyres than mausoleums.

I'm still listening to the YouTube videos about binaural beats and the solfeggio notes. Yesterday I finally set up a playlist so that I could loop the chosen set of videos one after the other. YouTube apparently limits the length of the vides to around ten minutes, so I found that if I put several videos designed around the same solfeggio frequency I can listen to that frequency by looping them for as long as I can tolerate it.

The reason I tell myself I'm listening to these videos (I don't watch the accompanying visual patterns too much) with stereo headphones is that I'm trying to become more consciously aware how much of what I interpret the world around me to be doing is consistent with the ongoing state of my brain wave patterns. I'm not at all sure this is possible, but it is amusing, and I can't afford professional entertainment.

I understand the theory what's going on with binaural beats mostly because I studied brain entrainment through the Monroe Institute's audio tape programs and attending their beginners seminar. Monroe is the originator of using binary beats to entrain the brain to resonate in time with the provided frequencies.

It's here. It's what's at hand. It keeps me busy. What else matters?
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