AIR: GOLD

On the night of the FULL MOON you went to a celebration where the gold is stored. GOLD, the destination of THE GREAT WORK. There you meet Happy Rockefeller, a name that symbolizes the pursuit of gold in matter. She is friendly, with a Mercurial mischievous in her smile. “The hedge funds have ruined the culture,” she tells you. You went over to Charlie Rose and commended him for upholding what little culture still exists in America.

At your peak, you were writing on the culture for five newspapers. Now you cannot get an assignment. In fact, at a dinner last year in this very hotel the former arts editor of a Philadelphia daily advised you to find something else to do. The gatekeepers of Old Media are crashing down and what a surprise to realize you are one of them.

The LAB has offered you the opportunity to experiment; your identity has now shifted from critic to curator to performer. The transition begun with FLAME in June of 2006 is complete nine months later with the simultaneous publication of your name attached to a new identity in two newspapers the day you worked through the GEMINI pile in the SE section of the sacred circle.

Yesterday, as you walked the streets of Manhattan, a magazine cover caught your eye. It was a Revenge Surgery. Boobs inflated to get back at the boys who teased her.” This is truly shocking. The media’s obsession with female breasts may be juvenile but it also reflects the squelching of emotion in the culture. As a punishment for sexualizing a body part meant for nurturing, we get masses of fake boobs in return. Even worse, women have lost their shape because they are not at all in touch with what is to be woman. You probably wouldn’t either if it hadn’t been for the shaman who lured you on the path many moons ago in Los Angeles and took you to the Native American sweat lodge for the first time.

Entering the sweat lodge is like entering the womb. This was the image that spawned SUBLIMATIO. The many, many layers stars arising out of your expression had a very logical origin – the perfectly symmetrical synodic cycle of VENUS. To consciously follow the cycle as you have since you first read the writing of shamanic astrologer Daniel Giamario

The young urban woman’s millennial struggle with the authentic feminine energy may be defined by this cycle: ARIES, the warrior (Monday), followed by SCORPIO, the priestess (Tuesday), followed by GEMINI, the mercurial agent which brings the unexpected into the EXPERIMENT (Wednesday), followed by CAPRICORN yesterday which had you placing excerpts from WOLF IN THE BOTTLE, LABYRINTH and ICON into the window. This was an extremely important cycle because it served to firmly ground the alchemical expression in EARTH. This cycle forced you to accept your role as channel because it combined the energies of your Aquarius birth sign ruling your expression and your Capricorn mind dedicated to order.

And today, having honored and reflected overnight on the CAPRICORN cycle, your writing moves you to make an assertion just an hour before you need to define your work for the camera. A woman who follows this cycle may give birth to her personal expression of the universal archetype of the post-patriarchal VENUS.

The body of work mirrors the work that was done on the body in releasing toxins and opening to the spirit. The objective was to connect with and contain this female spirit. Many times in your journey you doubted that you would make the passage. Your feet were so off the ground in the eighties (ASTARA IS BORN) that you sought out a healer who channeled energy into your feet. She told you that if you hadn’t written your first novel, CHAMPAGNE TANGO, you would have gone mad. And indeed, that is what the book was about – a woman running away from her fear of insanity.

What have you learned from this LAB installation/performance? You have learned how incredibly radical your vision has become through this journey. You are proposing that the new expression of culture comes out of a woman’s body. It was Heyo, the shaman, who pointed out that nearly all expression comes through the head. Male or female, the head is not the organic origin of art. Whether in the art world or literary world, emotion is repressed. Emotions guide images. Without deep emotion, the expression is flat. There is no meaning. This is a truth reflected on the wall. The manuscripts come out of PSYCHE, the form being the satin bridal gown worn in WATER (SOLUTIO). The gown is the womb spilling out the naked expression of the female.

So, when the Daily News reported yesterday that you were naked in the gallery, it was accurate, but not in the literal sense that they delivered it. Your soul was naked. You are presenting your visual language to the public for the first time. Images are parts of you, originated in your very emotions. And the timing you choose made the leap from private to public happens to be so dramatic because of your uncle’s connection with the GOLD and an unexpected invitation to hold the GOLD that you have sought for so long as an internal process.

So, the immediate reward of SUBLIMATIO is your newfound ability to sum up your journey to the size of a fortune in a cookie. The alchemical passage to the personal roots is elevated to the collective. You are in a place where you can make conscious choices. You choose now to follow your ancestry of establishing value in a culture that has no standard for value beyond those gold bricks stored below the Federal Reserve Bank of New York.

You had taken the huge leap of attempting to pass through the SUBLIMATIO without isolating yourself, without fasting and maintaining your customary focus. You fasted for four days before the opening ceremony. Then there were meals to attend. So fasting during the day and eating grand meals in the evening plunged you into the opposites.

The alchemists risked everything in their search for gold. If they were authentic seekers, they discovered the gold to be an inner quality, the kundalini energy connecting the genitals with the heart through the Solar Plexus, the place of personal power. In your nightly rituals, you mixed the pigment – gold (the sun), silver (moon) and copper. You made a mark with your right forefinger on the pages of your writings hung in the windows. This process of hanging for the passerby and, in doing so, blocking you from their view, is a transformational act of rebirth.

Tonight you will call in the spirit of LEO, the superstar energy ruling the synodic cycle of VENUS begun two days before the eclipse when you picked up the magical stones on the beach of Cape May where your uncle was born. Your uncle, with all his clarity of vision and integrity, was born in an energy elevated by quartz crystals honored as sacred stones by the Native Americans who lived among them. And now these stones are the gift of EARTH, a reminder that the tools for healing can be found in everyday life.

So your sunset ritual during the last few days consisted of reviving old work and making it entirely new with a birthmark. In the gallery arriving at the SUBLIMATIO, soaring above the karma that has kept you mired in past life patterns. You getting ready to appear in public and an invitation comes to hold the gold stored under the Federal Reserve Bank of New York. Being immersed in gold, the real stuff, was not the intention at all, but certainly makes a nice conclusion to the story!

The African shaman sent a message. He said you were marked for success. He knew about the hole at the base of the spine where the kundalini passes through. This mark makes your body a vehicle for the human passion repressed by our celebrity-obsessed media dominated culture. It is the same passion with which the fundamentalists refute the body in their religious tradition. John is making a film entitled THE PASSION.

The work on view in the gallery is 23 years of conscious expression to obtain the knowledge that your father pioneered as a psychotherapist.

Matt poked his head into the space yesterday and asked what you doing when you journey through the sacred circle. You answer by instinct: ”shamanism.” To explain: you call up the elementals of alchemy and mold the energy into form. The result is the magical occurrences that have taken place this week.

Selections from your own slush pile were burnt at your altar prior to the start of SUBLIMATIO. The covers, with different spellings of your name signifying your search for a unique identity apart from your family were burnt during last Sunday’s Fall Equinox ceremony.

Not real gold for the spiritual seeker but the gold before celebrating your Experiment arriving at the GOLD, you on top of the GOLD and the invitation from the nice gentlemen to hold it. Amazing! Could holding the gold reserves of the nation be a reflection of the gold that you compiled in an old form – the slightly dilapidated manuscript box? The struggle to ground the Self was represented by gold and the golden scepter of the King was the instrument in which the divine energy was brought down from heaven to provide the wisdom to rule. This is how you treated your writing instrument, as the instrument to channel divine into human expression. Even as you write this, the copper pigment on your fingertips is making a permanent impression of VENUS on the keyboard.

The journey into the Self is fraught with danger but you made it through. The biggest challenge came this week when Pluto, Lord of the Underworld, was smacked by Saturn, Lord of Karma, in your horoscope. Astrologers always look to what is Saturn is doing in a chart for timing and in this case, the timing was unmistakable. Just last week, an indication of what was to come through your new trainer at the gym. He was a big, muscular guy and when you failed to do lunges, instructed you on practicing balance. Defeated by a simple lunge, you had to face the truth: the body was resisting the plunge into the unknown. Your mind knew you had to make the leap but the body was resisting Saturn, the old timekeeper. How many times had you witnessed people walking away from their own meeting with fate, giving them the opportunity to make fate into destiny. How much ink had you devoted to it?

So, you came to the LAB understanding the challenge and the forces of evolution vs. resistance. You were forced to embrace the opposites not simply in ritual but in life. From the heights of the executive offices of the Federal Reserve, you were flung to a hotel on the Lower East Side that brought you right back to reality.

So, instead of falling to the fate of women in public humiliated by the most obvious superficial expression of vulnerability and exposure – the taking off the clothes – you have come up with a new headline. BARED WOMAN CLOTHED BY HER CONCLUSION OF THE GREAT WORK. That woman’s name is VENUS. And today you made her a crown and bought her a dozen violet roses in preparation for your closing ritual.

THE ALCHEMY OF LOVE incorporates 19 manuscripts and a multitude of images derived from the pure emotional expression of a woman who could not find a publisher. More than one gatekeeper mistakenly classified your writing with romance novels. It was a harbinger of the category they now refer to as Chic Lit. But what made it radically different from both genres is that the protagonist never gets the guy, and in fact, is on a journey to seek within the qualities she once externally sought in a man.

Tonight, the closing ritual accepts this pioneering path as triumph, despite those left behind, foes disguised as lovers, who pull out their arsenal to attempt you from making your fate (aloneness) into destiny. A self-realized woman is a revolutionary, for she refuses to live in the projection of a man.

The amazing synchronicities that happen is the manner that the universe cheers on the seeker to a solitary state of bliss. Here in the gallery is chronicled the TRIUMPH, which you celebrate tonight in the performance that closes your ascent. On the other side is the media that incessantly chronicles the starlets who fail to make this dream of becoming an original expression of the five -point synodic cycle of VENUS conscious.

Men must let go of projecting their buried emotions on women and instead view women as co-creators on a path of human evolution. But how does a man, or even a woman, get in touch with emotions? To your delight, John Knowles, the filmmaker who taped the ritual of FIRE and is coming to interview you in this highly charged space, and Matt Semler, the gallery owner, showed you not only is it possible but the everyday miracles that result. They are the New Men who walk with the New Women.

When you returned to the gallery this afternoon, you shared a consciousness of EARTH with John, ruled by the owl. that you don’t view the rejections personally. They are rejecting the expression of the authentic feminine, the rise of this power to consciousness. You have been diligent for years to find it and can safely report there is no well published expression of this deep yearning, this burning of the feminine to be free of patriarchal projections and the patterns that keep them women and men mired in self-defeating behavior.

Surrounding you and projected on the floor through the shadow of the sun is the expression of the authentic feminine crying out for recognition. Naked she is. And even now, a man stands but four feet from you. How the love surges through you to know her cry is being read, literally by the Man on the Street!

You tell John this just over an hour ago when he called to set up a time for the interview. He replies. “I just sat down to lunch with a woman who loves your expression.”

“Really,” you reply. “Is she an agent?”

“No, she is a publisher.”

Really?

Listen.

Birds are singing!! The SOLUTIO is nearly complete.

AIR: WIND

Wednesday’s performance was early, to celebrate the FULL MOON, exact at 3:45. You manifested the magic before the ceremony took GEMINI off the floor and onto the gallery windows. You covered the third window covered with manuscripts chronicling the struggle to reach the conjunctio –to raise the kundalini power through the body to the third eye of knowledge and insight. Gemini is ruled by Mercury, patron of alchemy. This is the unknown ingredient in alchemy which causes us to lose our minds so we may open them to an entirely new manner of seeing. AIR rules the Sixth Chakra, the Third Eye of
enlightenment.



The Gemini phase of the Venus cycle originated the transformation of desire into a literary art form. The book that started the cycle was EROS YOU BURN ME! Eros does burn. Indeed. It is the kundalini energy. In EROS, initiated with the Venus rising of June 20, 1988, you organized the alchemy of love into elements: FIRE, WATER, EARTH and AIR.

For the next cycle, in an attempt to alchemize your talent into gold, you developed a new form, the mystical romance novel. Here you made the leap into commercial fiction, dividing your personality into three characters: Alex, Cybele and Ana, short for Inanna. You got a call from an agent named NETI, the name of the gatekeeper on Inanna’s journey to and from the Underworld. This made you so overjoyed you could hardly speak from excitement. But perhaps she picked up on your eagerness and viewed it as unprofessional and pulled back. So you remained intrigued by the synchronicity of her name and took it as a sign that it wasn’t yet time to go public with THE EXPERIMENT.

In the last cycle, begun June 14, 2004, you invented yet another new form: the seven layered journey of the kundalini in the body. You distilled your love affairs into transformation agents, allowing Mercury to accompany the Goddess through the body as you absorbed the meaning behind each connection. It began with your early experience of the HIEROS GAMOS, your suitor from the capitol city nearest to the clouds and ended with the East Village icon, which brought you full circle to the origin of the ARIES fire generated by your first novel, CHAMPAGNE TANGO, described as overheated by more than one editor!

Before yesterday’s ceremony, however, you went into LILLY’s, the hotel restaurant named for the purest of flowers, and met a journalist who asked for an interview. She was from the Boston Globe, doing a report on the New York reaction to the Iranian leader. Ahhhh, you say. He is a media creation. The tabloids made him a bull’s eye and he is relishing his role as scapegoat. He is playing the role of the shadow that we refuse to face in ourselves, the U.S. that is guzzling the world’s precious resources to maintain ever-expanding appetite for material wealth. This polarization between the opposites goes back to the cowboys and Indians and it is keeping us from being whole. She says, you know more than most Americans.

He is a performance artist, you say. Brilliant. Maybe not consciously so,but relishing his role on the world stage. And you know because YOU are a performance artist…

…this week!

Last week, or so, you wrote the review of Thomas McEvilly's THE TRIUMPH OF ANTI-ART: Conceptual and Performance Art in the Formation of Post-Modernism,which interpreted the parallel trajectory of Performance and Conceptual art through the late 20th century. In your view, the parallel converged with a dastardly stunt by trickster Mark Kostabi, self-made media creation to undermine the critical mechanism while luring them into the culture's celebrity obsession. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Title_This

And so, you have set out in a bold new direction. You bare your soul on the pages of the manuscripts that sat for years in your mother’s attic. You now bare them in the window in the form of a spiral. In the center you place the rejection slips. Despite this suited gentleman standing about four feet from you reading a rejection, feeling ever more protected as you progressively cover the gallery walls with the transparency of your struggle. It takes great innocence and great skill to write in a manner that guides the course of your life. Aquavit, the Water of Life flowing onto the page in the form of a chalice spilling your words.



Long before the invention of the Internet and digital media, you envisioned your journey with multi-layered images and the Lab has made this dream come true. You have stripped yourself NAKED in order to bring your vision into fruition in the most 21st century manner, the union of Heaven & Earth!!!

The FULL MOON is dancing with delight across your AXIS!



And today you celebrate the reflection of this lunation as your course through the SUBLIMATIO builds steam. You get the word from Ampu this morning that his spiritual father, the African shaman who healed Bill Clinton from his clumsy attempt to bring the CONJUNCTIO into the Oval Office, has been alerted to your experiment and is sending positive virations into the gallery space. So here you have a real life CONJUNCTIO reflected from the writing into AIR in your dance with WIND! You can feel that energy in you now. It feels like it is building a molten layer to your solar plexus, the masculine Chakra that delivers you to a place of power in the world. The preparation for tonight’s ceremony celebrating GOLD!!!

AIR: CURRENTS

NAKED WOMAN BARING ALL. The celebrity obsessed culture is ruled by a media obsessed with the baring of flesh. How much more significant is the baring of the soul! And what is soul but emotion responding to images. And what are images but dreams taking us further into the current of life? To embrace this paradox is to overcome the duality of life and death.

At this second point of the pentacle, SCORPIO, where you struggle with a language for desire to make your images real, you write about the serpent power, the kundalini, as a means of embodiment. Your body of work contains the path to awakening which brings you to this place of self-exposure.

What is so rewarding about this phase of the experiment is that your molded words, the extraction of your experience, is being acknowledged and read! It allows you to test your detachment from the emotional struggles of your past. The preparation for this extraction of the alchemical gold took months. In early July, you began to create a system in which your body of work would be organized in accordance with the Experiment. And here it is at the border of the sacred circle surrounding VENUS. Who now has a face!

Your manuscripts ordered into stacks, creating a shrine to a lost delivery system in publishing the actual tactile words rather than the digital disk. After the organization came the paper works in which you fulfilled a dream of finishing them in encaustic. You fast for four days, enter the conjunctio in an Autumn Equinox performance of Daniel Rothbart’s VENUS: MEDITATION MEDIATION timed with the sunset across 47th street, and connect with the son of a god-man from Africa you name Anu in reverence to the ever-present origin, the Sumerian pantheon.

In stretching towards heaven while your personal language of images is projected ten feet tall in the gallery, magical feats are performed in the ceremonial space. A reservation at Aquavit for six pulled out of AIR resulted in being seated immediately following your performance of BARING YOUR SOUL. Your mother sews a purple star on SUBLIMATIO, covering the spot where you ripped it on the metal door. So, you broke your fast, brazenly, with a three-course meal prepared with the invention and dramatic delivery of your performance art. The courses were delivered on square plates that formed a hexagon, the geometry of the sacred marriage. It was resplendent! The evening had a perfect symmetry to the day. You performed in your aqua dress and dined at Aquavit, which means Water of Life. So, the current of the ritual was matched in the expression of food, each bite with a foretaste, a taste and an aftertaste.

Water of life, poured for thirsty men! Water of Life –you deliver in writing with titles that tell the story of the neglect of the female power by the patriarchy: PLEASURE, GODDESS, WOLF IN THE BOTTLE, ASTARA IS BORN, NON! MYSTICAL MARRIAGE and RED TEARS OF PERSEPHONE. Speaking of Persephone, you were about to give it all up to run off to Africa with your new suitor who sends a lightening bolt rippling through you when he totally got the creation. “I was looking at you,” he said. What is really interesting today is how the people read the words in the window without even noticing you. You are invisible. Synchronistically, Matt tells you that he was just blown away by the film, Being There. The invisible made visible through the act of personal projection. So he is experiencing it too.

BARING THE SOUL. You tell Matt that you would rather have the masses project onto you than the experience of romantic projections that end up in unread piles on the floor of an art gallery. Heaven and Earth uniting as you balance desire with rejection while perched in the window between the words of the gatekeepers and your own 50,000 words contained in boxes stacked in piles on the floor. One pile to each horn of the pentagram made by the Venus synodic cycle.

Today’s pile is Scorpio which gave birth to a growing detachment from the impetuous (AIRES) expression of longing to manifest the kundalini in form: Every day of the five-day performance of weaving rejection slips between your writing in the window, you feel more protected because your body is shielded by the outpourings from your soul. The artistry of the artist shields her from vulnerability, a relic of the shedding of skins. You make this truth self-evident as the windows fill with the unity of desire juxtaposed with the rejection of desire.

This rejection takes place on two levels: the sexual rejection that prompts you to write and the rejection of the gatekeepers of Old Media who, like the cops standing outside the window, keep any new form of dynamic expression from entering the collective mind, particularly a form of expression plunging into the thorny problem of female desire. It is all too evident in the media public wants to know why the Lindsey Lohans, the Britney Spears, and Paris Hiltons of the world can plunge down a spiral of self-destruction. Where are the voices providing the illumination? Murdered at the gate because the exploration of desire was mistaken, quite accurately if it was authentic, for desire itself. The desire to publish, the passion to make visible this energy that drives your every passionate act through the literal binding of your self-expression into a form called a book. The opposites unite to create a border between the personal and public where no border existed in the earlier stages of the Experiment.



So naked you are, there is not much left to reveal. People are entering this place of balance by reading your words and the words of Saturn, the shadow ruling tradition that seeks to crush the evolutionary spirit reflected in the sublimatio, the lead that was transformed through this experiment. They are participating in your experiment by actually reading the rejection letters. Some of them describe your writing as heated, sensuous and lively. This acknowledgement is the manifestation of the Full Moon exposure crossing your chart exact at 3:45 PM today, Wednesday. But this is the dynamism in life that you commit to the page. How exposed you feel under the Full Moon with people reading your rejection letters right outside the window where you write this blog entry! Hearing your name from passerbys is a bit shocking. You aren’t famous even though Venus now wears a mask of protection forged through the alchemical blend of silver (Luna), gold (Sol) and copper (Venus). The mask forged from these metals integrates the Morning and Evening Star aspects of Venus into a unity, which defines the 21st expression of Venus. Your skin feels raw and you wonder if it would be less painful if you had remained in the ethers with your fast. But the dramatic pull between the opposites may have been worth it because there was a process of revelation that arrived with your Lunar Return at dawn. You suddenly got it. The conjunctio or sacred marriage isn’t just about the bliss in the crown chakra. The conjunctio is about the spiral flowing up and down in a continual dynamic motion that is an expression of life.

Yesterday, with the Moon Uranus conjunction triggering the Eclipse point, you were catalyzing the energy to perform what Gloria Steinem calls “ordinary acts of rebellion.” Through the alchemical experiment made evident by the 19 manuscripts stacked in the objective form of a pentagram in the gallery, you have overcome your immature acts of rebellion. You have arrived at an extremely sophisticated act of personal rebellion. How do you know this? It is your female energy versus the energy created by the men in blue creating an atmosphere of fear, anxiety and tension. The smiles and waves from the four cops assigned to the corner outside you window are proof that you have transformed lead into gold.

The date selected for this chapter was the FALL EQUINOX. You had no idea that the U.N. was having its General Assembly just three blocks down the street. An act of rebellion, yes, but a very sophisticated one at that! An act of rebellion involves risk. Risk requires the innocence you spent years cultivating through private rituals that you have now taken public. There is a current in the air that you innocence allows you to hook into through your daily rituals in the sacred circle surrounding VENUS.

Once protected by the broken pieces of mirror on her torso, she now wears your personal symbolism in your natal chart in a T-shirt over her chest. This chart reveals an emotional vulnerability, the attunement to universal symbol through the language of personal symbol and ability to fly on the collective current. On Monday, you gave yourself a new identity ruled by the first “horn” of the pentacle, Aries, as you gave insight by placing excerpts from Champagne Tango Red Tears of Persephone and Aquarian Age 2000 on the window. On Tuesday, you add a new layer to that identity with excerpts from the Scorpio pile: ASTARA IS BORN, PSYCHE ON 79TH STREET and GODDESS.

The color left on the top of the stack was orange, representing the Second Chakra, the genitals. You who began this journey into The Alchemy of Love with a fuchsia tunic in FIRE now are naked within the aqua spiral of SUBLIMATIO. The performance makes visible the act of transcendence of desire. This air of expectancy is captured by your view: the edge between human and technology captured by the barricades lined up on Lexinington Avenue. You breathe life into the Equinox balance between Heaven & Earth through your performances. The passerby doesn’t seem aware of it, but sensitive you are attuned to shifting currents. In your shamanic acts, you guide them to your focused expression.



Last year, on the FALL EQUINOX you led a performance to bring Persephone and Pluto into a relationship of shared power to reach an authentic gender equality. And this year's FALL EQUINOX ritual...What has the circle revealed to you about the relationship between VENUS, your art, and Persephone’s desire to plunge into the underworld of a complete sexual experience? It is 3:09 PM. The FULL MOON is peaking. The mysteries of this eclipse cycle that began a month ago with the lunar eclipse will be revealed during your ceremony, when you welcome the GEMINI energy ruling the media with the ritual of pasting excerpts from the AIR stack of manuscripts on the third window of the gallery. Thought precedes action; even today your writing foretells the future that you create through your proactive spirituality. At this point, you prepare to enter the sacred circle with a focus: to harness the current to create a WIND at your back carrying the spirit of the SUBLIMATIO. You expect a familiarity that will prove boring -- all because you first experienced it first in the fourth dimension, the realm of the angels and struggled like an expectant mother for 20 years to crash it down into every day reality lorded over by the NAKED VENUS all dressed up for a new millennium.

AIR (SUBLIMATIO): LIGHTENING

You cannot remember when you first became aware of Inanna. It must have been Crystal, your mystical friend in Los Angeles, a Libran ruled by Venus, who sent the initial lightening bolt through your body. She resonated to ancient Sumer and modeled her life on the bold and illustrious goddess who proclaimed herself Queen of Heaven and Earth. You can’t remember the earliest initiation of the universal icon to whom you have dedicated your shrine but you CAN remember, however, when you fell in love with Inanna. It was when you discovered the book of her hymns that you refer to as the red bible. That was in the bookstore of the Louvre where you stood transfixed while reading some of the most erotic poetry ever written, where a woman’s vulva is compared to the land, “Lover come plow my fields!” Heyo had just transported you to her realm when he took you to the most ancient artifacts – the relics of Inanna’s image excavated from ancient Sumer. You found her! An ancient goddess so alive she jumped off the walls of the museum and into your arms. That was the lightening bolt! A return to the ever-present origin! At that moment, you knew the purpose of your life was to bring her into form! When you felt that electrical current (more on that tomorrow) you knew it was Inanna working through you. And so you declared “Hail Inanna!” whenever you called up that energy for a creative venture arising from your own energy source. How many tight spots did you escape from on the road by simply calling her name? How many manuscripts did you create in her image? Eighteen! So, here you are in SUBLIMATO, the name you gave to Selma’s spiral dress made for this performance on the magical evening of the Solar Eclipse! Spirit entering form. The balance of Pisces and Virgo! The sky blue spiral dress with a violet metallic collar in reverence to Inanna while extending blessings for the healing of the earth in the sacred space you created last night during a ritual ceremony. Two old ladies gaze in the window, smile and wave. The marigolds are appearing on the walls, the planting you made as a resurrection following the sinking into Earth, which you believed to be your own death. Now the pink roses, the six pack of pink roses expressing your innocence. The fountain of renewal that guided you on all the other paperworks revealing your language of symbols! All your favorite symbols contained in this magical space where angels have descended! Venus with her mirrored torso wearing your ripped T-shirt with your astrological chart, her star symbol repeatedly projected behind her. Here she has a face! Yes, a mask you created precisely at the Autumn Equinox, the sky blue face of the Sky Goddess woven with copper, the element ruled by Venus. She is carrying her golden rod with its feathers and blue ribbon washed by the tide. At her throat is a mirrored pentagram. The lightening is on her shirt, the symbol of Aquarius. She has arrived! The Sky Goddess! Back in Fire, when the gallery was mistaken for a brothel as you wrote on the black silk sheets your mother gifted you for Christmas, you had such a fervent desire to transcend. The ceremony you did with MP seems…magick is happening! John Knowles raps on the window and you invite him into the sacred space you created in his father’s hotel and he tells me of the molting he just experienced. And you know, the amazing synchronicity of him rapping on the window at the moment you – there are five cops standing right outside the window and lights flashing Secret Service men in black shades, even in nighttime. Barricades across Lexington Avenue. Empty streets. Eerie! The UN conference on global warming taking place. The fourth day of your fast and you are soaring but on Earth! An entirely new sensation! Such a convergence of Heaven & Earth. Saturn, the law, the authority protecting Venus brandishing her feathers, symbol of heaven, the angelic messengers. “That is an African figure you created,” says the African diplomat who called through the window. She emerged during a Fall Equinox celebration of Venus as Morning Star, you tell him. He wants to know more and John gives him the Roger Smith News card. He has many questions and wants to enter the space but the front door cannot be opened. Instantly you know he is a diplomat – he has an elevated diplomatic air about him – but it doesn’t take a psychic to make the association because this area, 47th street, is thick with diplomats. He loves SUBLIMATIO, the collaboration with Selma Karaca. He totally gets it: the snake spiraling up the body and the violet metallic collar over your heart – the universal love detached and liberated at last! You caught SUBLIMATIO on the side door and it ripped. Oh, there goes the perfection of the essence, the spirit in matter! But as you close the door, you have an inspiration – to put a purple star over the hole and when you re-enter the sacred space you place a star on each of the five horns of Venus. And you will place a new star on your dress for every day of the ritual. Eighteen unpublished manuscripts in five piles. Five piles of manuscripts ordered in the shape of a pentacle. Five nights of passing through the five horns of the pentacle and at the end you discover the ultimate – the resurrection of Venus as Lover. Heart and mind united with body. SUBLIMATIO is the extraction, the objective form arising from subjective experience. You know this birth of the spirit in the material because you watched it taking form as Selma snaked the chord through the sky blue fabric into a spiral winding up to your heart. The personal transmitted into the universal. It is the detachment that comes with having gone through the earlier stages – two girls smoking and giggling at the window. Every day is a ritual. Last night you ended your ceremony with the posting of five rejection letters in the window. Tonight you are celebrating the manuscripts completed during the first horn, Aries, and Aries appeared as John Knowles, telling you of his spiritual adventures in the last nine months since the ritual that began FIRE – the ritual where MP called in the Aquarian Age goddess. John is dancing as you talk to the gentleman you pulled in with your magick – your stroll to the U.N. which took you by the building on Dag Hammerskojld Plaza where you once worked as a researcher on international business and the restaurants where you dined with diplomats. There is an instant connection with this diplomat and his curiosity, you know it is authentic, so you wave him around to the side door and there you learned his many names and give him your card and he tells you that when he say, not the installation but YOU, sitting in the dark of the window writing this blog entry, he says, “I saw us dancing together.” He has an elevated energy that matches your own, and miraculously, he is grounded in the energy. Completely focused. And you know it is true because of the magic -- the Aries dancing as you are about to post the three manuscripts created to honor the first horn, Aries, the fire of the thunderbolt. And even then, nd with the most unlikely candidates for love, you knew that love was a dance. But here you are having reached the SUBLIMATIO after 25 years of alchemical experiment and who could this incredibly focused gentleman be but the Dumuzi suitor who comes from a land where love is a universal dance that unites human with the gods. This is another synchronicity. You write this even as the doves are flying off the wall. The release of the doves is the spirit of the SUBLIMATIO cops congregating in groups of four and smiling when you take their picture. And the week has only just begun! But what a beginning! You have been struck by lightening,

AIR (SUBLIMATIO): LIGHTENING

You cannot remember when you first became aware of Inanna. It must have been Crystal, your mystical friend in Los Angeles, a Libran ruled by Venus, who sent the initial lightening bolt through your body. She resonated to ancient Sumer and modeled her life on the bold and illustrious goddess who proclaimed herself Queen of Heaven and Earth. You can’t remember the earliest initiation of the universal icon to whom you have dedicated your shrine but you CAN remember, however, when you fell in love with Inanna. It was when you discovered the book of her hymns that you refer to as the red bible. That was in the bookstore of the Louvre where you stood transfixed while reading some of the most erotic poetry ever written, where a woman’s vulva is compared to the land, “Lover come plow my fields!” Heyo had just transported you to her realm when he took you to the most ancient artifacts – the relics of Inanna’s image excavated from ancient Sumer. You found her! An ancient goddess so alive she jumped off the walls of the museum and into your arms. That was the lightening bolt! A return to the ever-present origin! At that moment, you knew the purpose of your life was to bring her into form! When you felt that electrical current (more on that tomorrow) you knew it was Inanna working through you. And so you declared “Hail Inanna!” whenever you called up that energy for a creative venture arising from your own energy source. How many tight spots did you escape from on the road by simply calling her name? How many manuscripts did you create in her image? Eighteen! So, here you are in SUBLIMATO, the name you gave to Selma’s spiral dress made for this performance on the magical evening of the Solar Eclipse! Spirit entering form. The balance of Pisces and Virgo! The sky blue spiral dress with a violet metallic collar in reverence to Inanna while extending blessings for the healing of the earth in the sacred space you created last night during a ritual ceremony. Two old ladies gaze in the window, smile and wave. The marigolds are appearing on the walls, the planting you made as a resurrection following the sinking into Earth, which you believed to be your own death. Now the pink roses, the six pack of pink roses expressing your innocence. The fountain of renewal that guided you on all the other paperworks revealing your language of symbols! All your favorite symbols contained in this magical space where angels have descended! Venus with her mirrored torso wearing your ripped T-shirt with your astrological chart, her star symbol repeatedly projected behind her. Here she has a face! Yes, a mask you created precisely at the Autumn Equinox, the sky blue face of the Sky Goddess woven with copper, the element ruled by Venus. She is carrying her golden rod with its feathers and blue ribbon washed by the tide. At her throat is a mirrored pentagram. The lightening is on her shirt, the symbol of Aquarius. She has arrived! The Sky Goddess! Back in Fire, when the gallery was mistaken for a brothel as you wrote on the black silk sheets your mother gifted you for Christmas, you had such a fervent desire to transcend. The ceremony you did with MP seems…magick is happening! John Knowles raps on the window and you invite him into the sacred space you created in his father’s hotel and he tells me of the molting he just experienced. And you know, the amazing synchronicity of him rapping on the window at the moment you – there are five cops standing right outside the window and lights flashing Secret Service men in black shades, even in nighttime. Barricades across Lexington Avenue. Empty streets. Eerie! The UN conference on global warming taking place. The fourth day of your fast and you are soaring but on Earth! An entirely new sensation! Such a convergence of Heaven & Earth. Saturn, the law, the authority protecting Venus brandishing her feathers, symbol of heaven, the angelic messengers. “That is an African figure you created,” says the African diplomat who called through the window. She emerged during a Fall Equinox celebration of Venus as Morning Star, you tell him. He wants to know more and John gives him the Roger Smith News card. He has many questions and wants to enter the space but the front door cannot be opened. Instantly you know he is a diplomat – he has an elevated diplomatic air about him – but it doesn’t take a psychic to make the association because this area, 47th street, is thick with diplomats. He loves SUBLIMATIO, the collaboration with Selma Karaca. He totally gets it: the snake spiraling up the body and the violet metallic collar over your heart – the universal love detached and liberated at last! You caught SUBLIMATIO on the side door and it ripped. Oh, there goes the perfection of the essence, the spirit in matter! But as you close the door, you have an inspiration – to put a purple star over the hole and when you re-enter the sacred space you place a star on each of the five horns of Venus. And you will place a new star on your dress for every day of the ritual. Eighteen unpublished manuscripts in five piles. Five piles of manuscripts ordered in the shape of a pentacle. Five nights of passing through the five horns of the pentacle and at the end you discover the ultimate – the resurrection of Venus as Lover. Heart and mind united with body. SUBLIMATIO is the extraction, the objective form arising from subjective experience. You know this birth of the spirit in the material because you watched it taking form as Selma snaked the chord through the sky blue fabric into a spiral winding up to your heart. The personal transmitted into the universal. It is the detachment that comes with having gone through the earlier stages – two girls smoking and giggling at the window. Every day is a ritual. Last night you ended your ceremony with the posting of five rejection letters in the window. Tonight you are celebrating the manuscripts completed during the first horn, Aries, and Aries appeared as John Knowles, telling you of his spiritual adventures in the last nine months since the ritual that began FIRE – the ritual where MP called in the Aquarian Age goddess. John is dancing as you talk to the gentleman you pulled in with your magick – your stroll to the United Nations which took you by the building on Dag Hammerskojld Plaza where you once worked as a researcher on international business and the restaurants where you dined with diplomats. There is an instant connection with this diplomat and his curiosity, you know it is authentic, so you wave him around to the side door and there you learned his many names and give him your card and he tells you that when he say, not the installation but YOU, sitting in the dark of the window writing this blog entry, he says, “I saw us dancing together.” He has an elevated energy that matches your own, and miraculously, he is grounded in the energy. Completely focused. And you know it is true because of the magic -- the Aries dancing as you are about to post the three manuscripts created to honor the first horn, Aries, the fire of the thunderbolt. And even then, nd with the most unlikely candidates for love, you knew that love was a dance. But here you are having reached the SUBLIMATIO after 25 years of alchemical experiment and who could this incredibly focused gentleman be but the Dumuzi suitor who comes from a land where love is a universal dance that unites human with the gods. This is another synchronicity. You write this even as the doves are flying off the wall. The release of the doves is the spirit of the SUBLIMATIO cops congregating in groups of four and smiling when you take their picture. And the week has only begun! But what a beginning! You have been struck by lightening,