I thought about how fun it is to sing and dance all day today.

I sang and danced all day today.

The musical comedy I am rehearsing right now did our first run through today and even after only 5 days of rehearsal, some of the material went over only once before the run through, it went slamingly well. It went well because everyone is a pro. And they love singing and dancing, and acting wild and untamed emotionally, though extraordinarily well adjusted, without limits. Living without limits. Everything is possible. In the theatre, everything is possible. Bless the stage.

I thought a bit about radiation, too. It being Sunday and all. And how I started putting 3 quarts of British Columbian green glacial moraine rock dust next to my apartment's wify router to measure, with my tri-field electro-magnetic frequency meter if the radiation dropped off any shorter than the usual 'danger zone' 5 ft radius. It did. So I left it there, thinking I was doing myself a HUGE favor, using rock dust to effectively block the little radiation I was responsible for in my home. The internet reception went down to zilch. I couldn't load online anymore. The information is the radiation. Everything radiates. You radiate.

Sunday.

Anyway, I moved that rock dust to the side and the internet worked only slightly better. So the rock dust did not have to actually be between myself and my wify router. It had to be anywhere in close proximity. It ABSORBED the radiation. Radiation and this rock dust like each other. The are on complimentary waves. Maybe the rock dust is helping energy waves transmute if they want to. The almost always want to.

I filled a couple test tubes with rock dust and keep'em in my glass water bottle. Imagine. I have proof, now imagine drinking it. I am 80% water, after all. Imagine all this consciousness and effectiveness and attention going into a flowing 80% of my being.

I throw a clear or rose quartz into the water, too, for the exact same purpose only in reverse.

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Friday is Freyja's day etymologically. Freyja is an ancient Norse Goddess associated with love, beauty and fertility. The Germanic languages including Dutch, Old High German, Modern German, Old Norse, Swedish, Danish and Norwegian all name this day of the week after Freyja.

The Goddess Freyja coincidentally (or not so) resembles the Roman Goddess, Venus, also principally associated with love, beauty and fertility. The word venus stemming from the verb "venerari" which means to try to please. So Venus, the Roman Goddess, was the archetype of veneration and was venerated therefore. The Romance languages; French, Spanish, Italian, Catalan, Corsican and Romanian, all name this day of the week after Venus.


In most Indian languages, Friday is named Shukravar, which is the Sanskrit name for the planet Venus.

The astronomical symbol of the planet Venus is the symbol used for the female sex. The planet Venus is visible from earth, and undergoes cyclical visual phases like our moon, often called the Morning Star and then the Evening Star within another part of it's planetary journey. Originally, the many cultures whom studied this planet's path movement through the heavens, believed it to be two separate planets. The Greek eventually realized that the planet was one in the same and named the single planet after their Goddess of love, Aphrodite. It is my belief that it is Venus's original separate nature, becoming one in human consciousness that earned the planet the archetype of love. The Romans obviously are responsible for renaming the Goddess, the planet and the day of the week for their Goddess of Love, Venus, which we still adhere to today.

Venus and the Earth are almost identical in size and mass. Often, they are called "sister" or "twin" planets. Which I find very loving as well:-) The Mayans based their religious calendar in part on Venus's motions, looked towards this planet for propitious timing of important events.

Today must be important. Because it was Friday. The day of the week related to love, beauty and fertility. The planet I am aligning myself with today is Venus.

I can't choose green for the color of Venus energies, when pink is so obviously more potent. The heart chakra is a definite spinning focal point and Peach essential oil embodied my focus on pure beauty in a scentual manner. Noteworthy markers for this day of the week included getting an extreme amount of unrest due to noise from my neighbors last nite and feeling exhausted all day long at rehearsal because of it. I forwent my usual ballet barre warm up, my vocal warm up, and my food preparation, too. I usually exercise, stretch, do sit ups and push ups during down time at rehearsal, and go over what I learned the day prior, but again, I found myself mostly retreating to the floor, with my feet up and closing my eyes as much as possible during down time. It was a really hard day energetically. But my mind still took in a massive amount of new material and I did not feel agitated due to exhaustion, but rather passive and in general; slower. I did not work for either of my companies on my lunch break. I did receive interest in a really cool commercial booking, though - a project I really hope I can be a part of and accept a booking for this weekend. I also received two scripts for my consideration today, which I am anxious to read: one for the tv pilot I am shooting next week and one an original screenplay by a valued friend. I'm going to bed early.

As vulnerable as I felt today, I have to honestly say that the Venus energy allowed me to not resist, but find peace in that enervated state. And the brief, meditative experience at the onset of my day, when still in bed with sheets warm from my own body surrounding me, I placed three drops of Rose spagyric magestery under my tongue, was the most impacting moment of the entire day. Communing with these magesteries has become a vital centering moment of my mornings. A spiritual commitment before dream residue has evaporated into Beta waves. In the shamanistic sense of the term, alchemical spagyrics have become medicine for me. Plant-perfected teachers, teaching what I intend to learn.

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Jupiter returns on Thor's day, or Thursday, to my consciousness again. And I do a day-long meditation on what characteristics are present in this day of the week. As I mentioned a few days ago, I am beginning to feel a nice flow of intuition in my magickal associations with reference to this spagyric study and today, I noticed again that I replaced a few of the suggested associations for colors, rocks, and ideas more personal to me.

When my great grandmother, Theodessa (to whom I feel a strong direct genetic heritage), I remember books she had held onto surfacing and being offered to me; "This was your great gramma's - do you want to read it?". Apparently, no one else did. I read them. Books on numerology, books on science and religion, and my favorite; books on dream interpretation. At that time in my teenage life, I had been working successfully with lucid dreaming and out of body experiences, as is quite natural for teen agers to successfully do, and was impressed that my great grandma had at least at one time in her 92 years enjoyed similar subjects.

Perhaps the subject of dream interpretation was still undeveloped at the time of publishing for the book of hers I then held in my hands. Or the author was of a different, more dogmatic, black-and-white consciousness school. But this one book in particular was of the sort that lists a reference like: SNAKE as the dream subject, then suggests a catch-all meaning like: male phallus or something (often Freudian) like that.

But I had already developed a very personal dialogue with my subconscious through dream journaling, group hypnosis and guided out of body meditations and I felt the truth of economics: statistics can predict an entire race's favorite color in the year 2012 with almost unerring accuracy. But economics fails miserably when applied to an individual's favorite color in the year 2012. It is next to impossible to predict, in fact, an individual's favorite color in the year 2012. Generalizations, economics and Freudian dream interpretation books may be the tools of Consciousness, but not the tools of the Subconscious.

I had dreamed of a PURPLE GORILLA ON THE RAMPAGE the nite before, so I thumbed through the book and ... not only was PURPLE GORILLA ON THE RAMPAGE missing entirely, but the simplified GORILLA interpretation was supposed to mean certain "friendship". Now, c'mon. What if I had had a really horrible experience with a gorilla at the Toledo Zoo when I was an infant? Or what if I was a director at the Performing Animal Welfare Society and rescued/rehabilitated gorillas from zoos at my sanctuary like they were my own children? The key to the subconscious, which is where the language of symbol is stored (and I am of the opinion that reality is purely symbols) lies in the axiom, Know ThySelf.

There is no book that knows your subconscious, no doctor that knows your body, no mentor that knows your inner most workings better than you could. Let the books, the doctors, the mentors be starting points, guides and points of reference for your own integral work - vital work - required work to write your own Book of the Law, Book of Shadows, Self-Healing Manual, Dream Interpretation Reference Guide.

So today, I felt that Jupiter was greener than bluer in symbolic color. And more Agate than Optical Selenite in rock energy. I found the Crown chakra to be accurate in relating to the expansive nature of this massive planet's pure gaseous composition. And the alchemic spagyric magestery of Melissa tasted so good underneath my tongue, first thing in the morning, before even a sip of water to break my nite's fast, that I fell back asleep temporarily, contemplating how big Jupiter's Thursday was going to be for me. Holding onto the shape of Jupiter in my subconscious and owning this page of personal interpretation in my record keeping book. People seemed so massive today. As if we all were relating on an archetypal level as Gods and Goddesses to one another. Communication seemed powerful and concise. I negotiated a contract. I accepted a booking. I was offered a ticket to my own screening. I took in gigantic amounts of performance material with ease. And the tempo seemed just right. Like the PURPLE GORILLA ON THE RAMPAGE was whom I was and always wanted to be.

What interpretation book can do this work for me?

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I have a special affinity for Mercury. A special place in my heart for the messenger. The strong mind, the adaptability, the universality, the fluency of networking, communication and psychic outreach that keeps all of us and everything interconnected. Whether we know it or not. I have a special affinity for Mercury.

And today, my second Wednesday in the spagyric study, I realized something: I am doing more than creating a language of planetary energies. I am observing a natural, regenerative cycle of consciousness. These energies represented and influenced by the planets are not just symbols. They are living archetypes inside each of us with consciousness. Or at least myself. I can't speak for anyone else. But I can see a pattern of progression through each planetary energy as if it were living consciousness itself. Each planet vital, with it's faults leading to the development of the next planet's (day's) opportunities.

Wednesday is a very neutral day. It's the middle day. It's the "hump" day. It's the day of interconnectedness in the middle of my week.

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Whew! Life is delightfully unexpected! Today is my first repeat of a Tuesday, which is the day of the week related to the Mars planetary energy, since the beginning of my alchemic spagyric study. I seem to have a lot of confidence and direction on Mars days - qualities I often relate more to Sun energy. Only this confidence and direction is indeed not so gentle, but almost more like I know exactly what I want and I'm going for it. Mars is like the Sun, but with unquestionable authority!

I have been writing down noteworthy occurrences in order to note any patterns in tangible, daylight activity. And I've forgotten to write something this entire study time, that seems important now: I break glass things about 3 times per week. Every week. It pains me so because I love glass! I choose it over plastic for environmental and organic aesthetic purposes always. And it shatters in my very fingers, I drop in on the floor, in fact, if I look at glass the wrong way it breaks from my gaze only. I swear, I'm not making this up. It's worth noting: me and glass are not Lovers. Though I do so wish I had the touch of a mother, I guess Mars and I don't win when it comes to glass.

Mars usually wins, though:-) I think I have a lot of Mars energy. And hey, even if you don't win, the game is more fun if you tell others you are going to so they get scared and throw their poker faces away prematurely. This is only a tactic in gaming if you actually don't care if you win or not. Play like you do and you are certain the winner is you. But just for fun.

Today I was given a compliment that mattered. Today I played with whips and it felt so good. Today I began a rehearsal process with a group of extraordinarily talented and welcoming people. Today I attended a dear friend's 30th birthday part. Today I was offered a contract for a writing project that I've really been investing my care into for literally years. Today I have an opportunity to perform a role I really, really want to feel what it's like to play, if the universe will allow a slight schedule shift. Today I wept every time someone wasn't looking. What's up with Mars day?

And in the end, I must ask ... if I am using spagyrics, crystals, raw foods, ritual, color, intention and art to develop a magickal language based in planetary correspondence to the days of the week, am I to believe that the actual astrological transits and aspects exerting their in time influence on my little ant life are somehow outweighed by the fact that Tiw was the ancient Greek God of War, for which this day of the week is named and therefor everything is to relate to the planet, Mars, who shares this war-like energy on this day each week? My astrological moon is in Mars, by the way. Maybe that's why I feel so confident when I'm feeling war-like.

Just documenting. What a day. Tuesday.

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