Vatican Heresies, What To Do About Vibrations ...

Help me figure out what to do about the vibrations.

Was listening to the wonderful Blake singing "Being Close to Crazy".  Great song, BTW.

I had been listening to my "vocals" playlist - I'm sure I don't have to repeat that I'm a passionate fan of classical crossover:  Blake, Il Divo, Russell Watson, Mario Frangoulis, Josh Groban, Andrea Bocelli, Teatro, G4, Vittorio Grigolo (his one classical pop album was so awesome I still can't get over it - a pox on the evil opera world for stealing him back - and him, for allowing them to!), Rhydian Roberts (and whatever happened to him, anyway?) - I could listen to them all day, really, and have on occasion.

But as wonderful as they are - and they are wonderfully glorious to listen to - there was only one voice in all those years and years that made me vibrate inside; but as I once said, until he made me vibrate, I just thought he was "cute".  I did.  Then he opened his mouth and that voice came out of it, and I nearly collapsed.

It wasn’t just that he made me vibrate; it was that everything vibrated inside of me.  Everything inside of me first vibrated and then turned to jelly, and I doubt I could have stood up on my own two feet, so let's be thankful I was sitting down when I first heard him.  I heard the line in a movie once:  " ... my own personal brand of heroin."  Addictive.  A craving beyond craving.  One man's voice.  No one has ever duplicated the effect.  Vibrations pouring over me and through me like water, unsettling everything, setting everything from my skin inward on delicious fire.  I can't describe the all-encompassing pleasure.  Meglio di sesso, in my honest opinion.

Being close to crazy.

So then – after I’d calmed back down - I thought, ok, so what do these vibrations mean?  Why did I react to those particular, specific vibrations?  Obviously I can’t kidnap the poor guy and make him sing to me all day, so how can I recreate those vibrations that his voice manages to send out through the air like … Eros’ flaming arrow?

Don’t get me wrong – I don’t hold him personally responsible for the quality of his singing voice, beyond the hard work of developing it and maintaining it.  He really did luck out, being handed a set of vocal chords that put out an amazing, unique sound that I happened to vibrate to.  And, as I said, I’m not alone in that, or you wouldn’t see women and girls swooning and screaming at the sound of his voice, all over the world.  It’s a subjective thing – I’ll bet there are a different set of girls feeling the same way about, say, Bruno Mars’ voice.  Or another set hyperventilating over, say, Keith Urban’s.

So, this is not an obsession with HIM, per se – and no, he doesn’t need to call the local carbinieri and say, “Um … would you mind standing outside my house for the rest of my life?  I’m getting a little nervous, here …” – but an obsession with the sound his voice makes, and the impact of that sound on me personally.

And since this was the first time that ever happened to me, it made me begin thinking about why.  Why THAT sound, why THAT type of vibration, why now?  And more relevantly, what else is capable of sending out those exact types of vibrations?

Not all that long ago, by way of investigating, I sat on You Tube and listened to Tibetan monks  singing, or chanting or whatever it is they do … “Ommmmmmm…”

Not only did the sound NOT make me vibrate; it was actually uncomfortable.  I stopped listening after only a few minutes.  There are other male singing voices that give me the creepy crawlies – for example, while I love Michael Franks’ song “Popsicle Toes”, I can’t stand to hear him singing it, because I don’t like male “folk-songy” voices; they make me think of wimpy-clingy neediness, I have no idea why.  I must also have a decidedly anti-women side to my nature (“No!  REALLY?”) (Oh shut up) – because I can’t stand to listen to the vast majority of women singing; women’s voices go right through my head like an ice pick, and by the time we get to the operatic sopranos and the bimbo pop queens, I’m clutching my head and screaming.  There are a few exceptions:  Rosemary Clooney, Diana Krall, Joan Armatrading, maybe a few others, probably because their voices are melodiously lower.

Sounds I really like:  “Nessun Dorma” – makes me cry; does not make me vibrate.  I adore any Rossini overture – ditto.  I have no idea why, but I adored Eddie Jobson’s Theme of Secrets – I actually see colors and movement of shapes behind my eyes when listening to that.  The theme of Cinema Paradiso, but that has more to do with the film than the soundtrack.  There must be others, I just can’t remember what they are, now.  But what else besides his voice will make me vibrate??  Sure, a vibrator, but actually, I’ve never tried one, and would that vibrate your entire body?  I’m thinking not.  Sitting on a washing machine???  (Actually I’ve never tried that either – any other women out there ever tried sitting on a washing machine?  Would love to hear what happened!)

Is there something I could change in me so that I wouldn’t vibrate?  (But do I really want to?)  Maybe so, if only so that it wouldn’t feel so perpetually intense, the way it does now.

Meanwhile, when I’m not vibrating, I’m reading The Vatican Heresy:  Bernini and the Building of the Hermetic Temple of the Sun (Bauval, Hohenzollern, 2014) – which is almost a rehash of everything Frances A. Yates wrote in Giordano Bruno.  It appears to be proof that everyone in the Vatican is either (a) naïve and gullible for being unaware that Bernini designed parts of the Vatican to celebrate the same Hermetic principles for which they tortured and burned Bruno and others, and threatened Galileo, or (b) appallingly hypocritical for being fully aware that Bernini designed parts of the Vatican to celebrate the same Hermetic principles for which they tortured and burned Bruno and others, and threatened Galileo.

Which way do we want to go with this – gullible & naïve, or spectacularly hypocritical? - and is anyone on the planet even remotely surprised?

Historical issues:  the author appears to have not done any research into the burning of the great Library at Alexandria, instead blaming the “fanatical christian mob” for all of it without a single caveat.  Far be it from me to defend “fanatical christian mobs” (trust me, I would love to be able to blame them unequivocally), but there are some other culprits who might also share responsibility for the appalling loss of world knowledge – one of them being Julius Caesar.  Do I think christians are blameless?  Hell no, they did attack the Library at Alexandria and that alone is unforgiveable, but I do think the jury is still out on the extent of their wanton destructiveness.

ANCIENT EGYPT THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD
It may have been a Million years ago
The Light was kindled in the Old Dark Land
With which the illumined Scrolls are all aglow,
That Egypt gave us with her mummied hand:
This was the secret of that subtle smile
Inscrutable upon the Sphinx’s face,
Now told from sea to sea, from isle to isle;
The revelation of the Old Dark Race;
This was the wisdom of the Bee and Bird,
The ancient darkness spake with Egypt’s Word;
Ant, Tortoise, Beaver, working human-wise;
Here was the primal message of the skies:
The Heavens are telling nightly of her glory,
And for all time Earth echoes her great story.
BY GERALD MASSEY 1907

But speaking of the Source of All Good Vibrations, l’uno e solo was back in the USA (in New York for a time, naturally; then in L.A.) and hopefully now back home and recovered from freezing his a** off when he landed in NYC.  His first tweet upon arrival in New York:  “It’s coooooold!”  Yes it is, darlin’; no argument there; it was 9 degrees the morning he tweeted that.  Bad news is:  it’s STILL freezing, and we’re 12 days into March!

They performed with Laura Pausini at Madison Square Garden, which – despite the fact that it was Madison Square Garden! – was still not worth the trip to go see them, if I also had to listen to a roster of other people.  Of course, my decision to not go see them was before they published their 2014 summer tour schedule, with New York and Boston nowhere on the list. 

So I was finally able to file my income taxes without having a nervous breakdown.  Done!  Done!  Done!  Felt like having a glass of wine and celebrating, even if it was 7:30 on a Sunday morning.  (I don’t mind paying taxes, particularly – well I do, but recognize that it is something of a necessary evil, let’s put it that way - , but I do hate trying to figure out all the paperwork and filing them.)  Usually I end up twitching and near hysterics.

I still can’t quite figure out what Saturn being in retrograde means, beyond “a time to cultivate discipline, patience and self-restraint.” Unpack the flogger and handcuffs?  HAHA, just kidding – I don’t even own any handcuffs.

I have noticed that I am dropping things more often than I usually do, bumping into things, knocking things over, tripping over things … although I’m not sure that has anything to do with anything.  For example, just this morning I reached into the dishwasher to retrieve a teaspoon and came within a hair’s width of impaling my wrist on the tines of a fork – I still have a line of red marks on my wrist, but consider myself lucky I didn’t need to explain to the emergency room why it LOOKED like I had decided to end it all – suicide by fork.  I followed that up with barking my shin, banging my knee ... I’ve been spending most of the time since Saturn went retrograde screaming “WTF??!!??” and “OMG!!!” every few hours.  I’m also oversleeping horribly in the morning.  Saturn being connected with my sun sign (Capricorn), I suspect the impact of retrograde is:  “your entire life is going to unspool and start going backwards!”  Or something along those lines.

Let the unspooling begin.

Applause for Lexa Roséan

Ahhh, Saturday. Saturn's day. Or "Day of Cronus", if you lived in Ancient Greece. One of my favorite (not) descriptions of Saturn, written in 1995: "Saturn is the Roman and Italic god of agriculture and the consort of Ops. He is believed to have ruled the earth during an age of happiness and virtue."

Italic god, is he? Really! So, he’s actually Saturn? (*sigh*) Does someone need to mention that the nation of Italy didn’t even EXIST until the 19th century? And that the word "italic" has nothing whatsoever to do with the nation of Italy? Once again ... [KA-POW!!!]

Source:http://www.crowl.org/lawrence/time/days.html#Saturday

Lest anyone think I do nothing but complain about annoying and illiterate witches all day, au contraire! Found a Saturn Anti-Theft Spell written by a witch named Lexa Roséan, based out of New York City. (Naturally). The way she wrote up this spell is spot-on perfect:

She cited the original source for it, and even quoted it. Now here I might have even been a little more specific. Was she referring to The Veritable Key of Solomon or something else? But I am definitely not going to complain about the way she did it. If needed, you could track this down. Just might require a little more research.

She next said, "Here are alternatives you can use to make the spell easier." I might have wanted to know why she chose to replace the original ingredients and steps with these new ones. But I’m still not going to complain, teaching witches like Lexa are so rare.

And THIS, friends and neighbors, is how you write up a spell for others to use:

Saturn Anti Theft Spell
Excerpt from Easy Enchantments by Lexa Roséan

This spell will invoke the watchful eye of Saturn to protect your valuables.

Ingredients needed: Earl Grey tea bag, lemon peel, ginger, peppermint, black pepper, cinnamon powder

In a medieval book of talismanic magic, believed to have been written by King Solomon, there is found a seal of Saturn which protects and guards all property and wealth one may possess. The Hebrew words hael hagadol hagebor v’hanorah1 are written around the outer circle of the seal. The middle circle holds the names of four great and terrible angels and the innermost circle contains the Tetragrammaton or the four sacred letters comprising the most powerful and holy name of G-d. Believe me, if you have a copy of this seal, ain’t nobody gonna touch your stuff!

I’m not talking a Xerox copy from a book. I’m talking a properly prepared copy drawn up by an initiated ceremonial scribe. A copy drawn on goat skin parchment using dragon’s blood ink and a crocodile quill pen. I’m talking a copy prepared in the correct manner and time. It must be made in the hour of Saturn, on the day of Saturn, which must fall on the third of the month of Saturn, in the year of Saturn’s rule.

Interested in the easy enchantment equivalent? One Earl Grey tea bag. Empty contents into bowl. Add lemon peel, ginger, peppermint, pinch of black pepper, and cinnamon powder. This is a very powerful protection powder that is used to invoke Saturn’s watchful eye. Sprinkle around your treasures or stuff in small pouch or zipper lock bag. Place in purse or carry on your person. Don’t worry, ain’t nobody gonna touch your stuff! http://www.lexarosean.com/spell11.htm

But here’s also a good example of why explaining substitutions is so important. I’m not sure what an "initiated ceremonial scribe" is, but all of the other ingredients are not that difficult to find, in today’s day and age. "Goat skin parchment" is no doubt used because Saturn rules Capricorn whose symbol is a goat. Companies like Pergamena sell white goat-skin parchment. Dragon’s Blood is a plant, not the blood of an actual dragon. Readily available. "Crocodile quill pen" – hmm. Would a Cross Sauvage Crocodile Pattern Fountain Pen be a viable substitute? If not, why not? What was the importance of a crocodile in an invocation of Saturn? Crocodile seems more of an ancient Egyptian spell than Palestinian (let’s stick with the ‘King Solomon wrote this’ belief for the time being), but I could very easily be wrong.

Speaking of Invocations of Saturn, does anyone know the source of the invocation below? While looking up the properties of Saturn I ran across this "Invocation of Saturn".

"Ancient Saturn, of bones and honored dead, he who perseveres and guards the astral gates, who leads the Lords of Karma and crystallizes that which is needed and removes all negative blocks from my path, grant me the authority required over all legions to manifest my will. Ruler of Capricorn, exalted in Libra, element of earth, banish all evil energies that stand in the way of my perfection."

In a state of grumpy annoyance that NO ONE who published this invocation on the net cited an original source for this (where's Lexa Roséan when you need her?), I did a Google search on "Ancient Saturn, of bones and honored dead" and found only mindless repetitions (9 or 10 times at least, judging by the Google options tossed back at me), by people behaving as though this was a traditional, time-honored invocation, but without bothering to cite a traditional, time-honored source for it. So maybe it IS a "traditional, time-honored invocation", but I doubt it, based solely on "banish all evil energies that stand in the way of my perfection." Who defines what "evil energies" are? And what, exactly IS "your perfection", sweeties? Why should anyone assume that it is "evil energies" standing in the way of your perfection? Or maybe YOU are the "evil energy standing in the way of your own perfection", and you’ve just banished yourself! Ahhh, justice.

Other issues with the invocation: "astral gates" and "Lords of Karma" are two of the last phrases you would expect to find in a traditional invocation to the Roman god Saturn – or the Greek god Cronus, either – so that’s another red flag. Lastly, a brief pass through the attributes of Saturn failed to turn up attributes mentioning "bones" and/or "honored dead". There would be a lot of other deities who are connected with "bones and honored dead", I should think ... or maybe I missed something. Actually, the "grant me the authority over all legions to manifest my will" did sound at least John Dee era-ish (and thus Crowley-ish), but the rest of it didn’t. Verifiable source, anyone??? Did somebody invent it? When? Who? Why?