One must have chaos in oneself in order to give birth to a dancing star.
-- Friedrich Nietzsche
WELCOME to mira's merry maze of mirrors and miscellaneous mumblings . We are mirrors . Through you , I come to know myself. Without you , how can I know the places in me that are unkind and invisible ? You bring me to myself. THIS IS MAY NOT BE THE WHOLE TRUTH but it is an aspect of The Truth and I do continue to live simply in the rhythm of my soul.
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One must have chaos in oneself in order to give birth to a dancing star.
-- Friedrich Nietzsche

From Monday, December 3rd through Friday, December 7th, Americans of all generations will unite to telephone the offices of our Federal House of Representatives every 30 minutes to "Call for a Department of Peace!"
We must act now. The impact of violence on Americans of all ages is too painful and costly, and the opportunities for peace are too great. We must make it known that all of us, from all generations, Call for a Department of Peace!
By calling every 30 minutes for a week, we make it known that the Department of Peace is of importance to our congressional districts. See below to sign up for one time slot, and how to organize your friends, family, and network to do the same!
http://www.thepeacealliance.org/emails/alerts/spa_nat_callin.htm
Sounds like a good idea to me . In the USA and elsewhere 
Last night in my dream I was with someone who knew how to make snakes out a tiniest particle.
It was fascinating. This magician, he must have been a magician because he could do these amazing things , touched a little speck and it turned into a snake that flew around in the air.
I was also shown this Empress card. 
I noticed also that it was not from my Mythic Tarot deck, but from another deck that I recognise .
Then, I saw the text of William Blake's " Jerusalem "
And did those feet in ancient time
walk upon England’s mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
on England’s pleasant pastures seen?
And did the countenance divine
shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
among these dark Satanic Mills?
Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!
I will not cease from mental fight,
nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
till we have built Jerusalem
In England’s green and pleasant Land.
Interesting interpretation here :
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/And_did_those_feet_in_ancient_time
Altogether an enjoyable night of dreaming. My unconscious seems to be working hard to send me messages from deep within my psyche.
I feel encouraged.
On reflection I think that the meeting at Theres' on Saturday was most meaningful and really started to stir things up. All sorts of things are surfacing now .

Sounds good to me ![]()
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