the month runed already

OK I’m about to rune you for the month… after a 3 day manic sham ordeal I have pulled a stone out of the bag, and the stone cast is… April’s ritual stone; raido

This rune is all about communication, getting on twitter and making a pest of yourself, putting your best foot forward on Instagram and showing the world what it’s all about, but it’s also about connecting with the attunement of something that has two sides, two elements, a bit of yin a bit of yang, Salt and Pepa, Cannon and Ball and with the ultimate reunion that comes as the end of the journey, when what is above and what is below are united and of one mind.

This brings to mind a fusion of vax and anti vax mindgames going on in an endless spiral that can only be resolved by ingesting a potent Pfizer Iboga speedball. The journey is the soul’s journey, of course, how could it not be?  The destination though is always somewhere just out of reach. Southend springs immediately to mind. It’s endless pier, scuzzy fish and chips, rock and roll nights at the Railway Hotel, all that shit you’ve been missing in your life. You can have a guided tour on youtube but you know it’s not the same. Moreover, the approach of that which is above and that which is below is realised from inmost sentiment rather than through the force of circumstances. You had better start praying eh?

A simple prayer for the soul’s journey is: I will to will, thy will

One elderly woman came in a bathrobe…

Such a prayer of intention is proper on almost any occasion and is particularly suitable as a preamble to healing. Raido is another of the runes in the cycle of self-transformation.

Inner worth mounts here, and at such a time we must remember that we are not intended to rely entirely upon our own power, but instead to ask what constitutes right action.

Well if you’re asking me I’d say ask yourself… ask through prayer, through addressing your own knowing. Your body knowing. The witness self, the watcher within, your own spiritual microchip. Keep off the phone for a few days, avoid Google, and all the other stuff, the good thing within will soon bubble to the surface.

Like that Icelandic volcano that is still blowing hot outside Reykjavik

Once you are clear, you can neutralize your refusal to let right action flow through you. Not intent on movement, be prepared to sit tight a while; do nothing, stay static and while you wait keep on removing resistances. As the obstructions give way, all remorse arising from ‘trying to make it happen’ disappears. It’s the very essence of self-help, right here, right now.

One elderly woman came in a bathrobe.

As always the journey is towards self healing, self change and union. You are concerned here with nothing less than unobstructed perfect union. But the union of Heaven and Earth cannot be forced. Keep within your limits. Regulate any excesses in your life. Material advantages must not weigh heavily on this journey towards the Self. As the disco song says, don’t push it, don’t force it, let it happen naturally, if it was meant to happen, it would surely be…

Trust your own process – that is the essence of this rune. Keep on cutting away illusions. Stand apart even from like-minded others; the notion of strength in numbers does not apply at this time, for this part of the journey cannot be shared. Innermost feeling, spontaneously expressed is what you called for now. Raido urges you to undertake your journey, your quest, and if you have already begun, to continue, and then you can withstand a shitey snidey paragraph such as this that appeared in this Guardian’s newspaper and reverberated through the day…

For most people, it is easy to ignore the fact that this scepticism still exists, but this loss of trust will find another outlet when the pandemic eventually ends. After I left the protest, I walked back along the Strand. The police vans at Charing Cross station were the only sign something was unusual. Most shops were shut, people picking up coffee or snacks wore masks, and hand-sanitiser dispensers stood at regular intervals along the street. An old woman, who had diverged from the protest crowd, handed out leaflets warning of the risks of masks and vaccines. Passersby took the leaflets, and dropped them, without looking, as they carried on walking.

I’m neither vax nor anti vax, I see both sides, except on the days when the pure fear of this world blinds me and I just want to be a million miles away but MSM garbage like this boils my piss, it reads like propaganda, or is this just my paranoia, that I’m now laying on to you? Maybe i’m reading it wrong and out of context it looks a harmless enough paragraph, but still… `Fuck the mainstream middle of the road snides, always and unrelentingly, believe in your own instincts, keep searching for the wisdoms, as aboves, so belows, all that… anyway, that’s you runed for the month. I’ll leave you with a link to a song that’s fitting…