The Eclipse Get Down. A Date with Goddess Pinga

18Aug17

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PINGA.  HER FAVORITE QUOTES ABOUT HERSELF.

“Always a lover’s scent that seals the deal
Small things and big things, body parts and tectonic plates, slowly grow,
and grow distant. I gave everything to keep us together.”
Priscilla Frank, interpreting Bjork lyrics

 

“In the end, it’s the combination of Her Wrath and Her Grace
that paves the way to Liberation and Everlasting Bliss.”
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“Get Up (I feel like being a) Sex Machine.”
James Brown and Flying Lizards, song title, 1968 + 1984

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On Monday, Aug. 21, 2017, a total eclipse spectacle will arch over the entire USA, coast-to-coast, for the first time in a hundred years. In astro-speak, we have the dark new moon: the feminine void, the womb of possibility sailing over to cover the light of the sun: as it is in the astrological sign of Leo the lion, the heart, the bright love.

What means this heavenly dance? This we know: something will be eclipsed from our lives and have a profound effect upon us. What we make of this depends on our own dreams, legends, and myths layered upon those of eclipse-peeking humans, spirit animals and this glittery web of consciousness we soul jewels currently find ourselves enmeshed in and weaving in. I usually experience eclipses a month ahead (look it up if you are not astrology-savvy, it is a thing, I swear!) so …

So take it from me … get ready for a ride. Prepare all your symbols, myths, dreams, your girl, your boy, your negligees, prayers, and toys!

Confession: Here is what went down for me in the past months, some myths and all about Pinga.

Pinga? Yes, Her.

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Let The Little Lady Pass!

In honor of Miss Moon for her serene float in front of the sun, I’m sharing the illustration and story of Pinga of the Inuit Artic North, the Snow Queen goddess in Chapter 2 of my upcoming adult coloring/comic book, part of the Immortal Beloved: The World’s First Goddess Perfume + Coloring Book project.

Almost all goddesses of history are aligned with the moon’s energy, the classic female, and emotional, changeable archetype. The ever-reflective moon rules our tides, creation cycles and our inner landscape of desire. Our hopes, fears, finances, sex and the like. This energy is located in the second sacral, sexual chakra of the body, the second “star gate” of your home’s sacred space and the second sacred site on our planet, the North Pole.  You may well think it odd for an icy snow goddess to be relevant during a hot summer eclipse.

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Actually, to shake things up like an eclipse, in the culture of the Inuit people who live in the Artic, it’s flipped, the goddess is the sun and the god is the moon. The Inuits tell a heavenly tale perfect for the cold moon’s protecting slide across the hot sun. Protection of the heart, calming wrath and desire, dualities changing roles and merging … these are themes of both eclipses and current events.

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Here Little Bear, have some Solar Eclipse Myths and Legends.

Inuit folklore says the eclipse is due to the Sun goddess and Moon god having a big fight and she storms off. When Moon Boy catches up with his sister, it begets the solar eclipse.

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Sun got bit by a bear say The Pomo, indigenous people who live in the northern California. The bear started a fight with the Sun and took a bite out of it.  Pomo Shamans were known as ‘Bear Doctors,’ a name hinting at the healing power of mysterious eclipses.

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Bear stories can hint and tell us about hibernation and other inner dialogue mysteries that project outward. From our first bed, the womb, to adult wrath, fighting, equality, and relationships bear shows us how we create our desires. Before I share Chapter 2 and the story of this goddess Pinga, here is the uncanny series of layered events in my own life ~ a dream, a legend and a real life “eclipse” ~ in which I am left astonished at the depths of stories to resonate and call to us beyond our ordered lives.

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The Dream
About a month after I awoke in the middle of the night to the taste of blood in my mouth around my eyetooth, gushing for no conceivable reason whatsoever, I had a very lucid and scary three-part dream.

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In the first part of the dream I must obtain the eyetooth of a massive, sleeping and snoring bear in a white room. I approach, it snores and I jump the *%$#@ back. In the second part I have flown up to the doorway arch of the room and hover like a bat over two men fighting. I try to reach the thermostat to change the temperature and the scene. Switch scenes to the 3rd part where I am hiding under a white sheet while the massive furry paw of the bear tries to move the sheet and uncover me.  Like a self-similar fractal, it kept coming, pawing at me endlessly trying to get my attention.

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To give one’s eyeteeth, is to give something one considers very precious, usually in exchange for an object or situation one desires.

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Eyetooth = Eye Vision + Teeth Decision. It was astonishing to recall this dream when several months later, Lucky, my beautiful panther black cat, whom I often called “Little Bear,” developed cancer right above her eyetooth and she is suddenly eclipsed out of my life when she can no longer eat. One month before the eclipse. Perhaps you can see here the 3 little white hairs she had on her heart. While the Little Bear’s passing has been inconsolable, I know this pain. Eclipses, with their eclipsing of a person or situation most often occur for me a month before the actual eclipse. Let the Little Lady Pass.

The house, like the dark moon, is quiet.
Her spirit is inside me now.

To cut one’s eyeteeth on is to be initiated or gain one’s first experience.

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The Crescent Moon Bear Story.
A version of The Universal Myth I found later that Echo’d my Dream.

A husband returns from the war, full of wrath, refusing to enter the home he shared with his very loving wife. Distraught, she asks a healer to give her a cure and return her husband to chill state and to her loving arms. The healer gives the wife a task: “Climb the highest mountain and obtain a white hair from the crescent of the black bear that lives there.” Undaunted, the wife makes the arduous trek to the mountaintop enduring terrible ordeal after ordeal. Along the way she thanks each troubling obstacle and carries on with her unconditional loving self. Through her patience she cajoles and obtains the precious white hair from the crescent heart of the bear. She is exalted as she goes back down the mountain, still thanking every challenge.

Back in town, presenting the hair to the healer, the wife is in shock when the healer tosses it into the fireplace. “What do I do now?” cries the wife. “Proceed with your husband as you did up and down the mountain,” says the healer.

From Women Who Run With The Wolves,
Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype
Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Ph.D

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Rage is a teacher, says Ms Estés.

Of course this is crucial now, in our speech, our activism, how we learn to convert hate to love. Inside and in society. Gratitude is the way up the mountain. Everything is a process. How apt this story is for now!

The crescent moon will speak as the moon goes back to winking at the sun after their rendezvous.  I will exchange my eyetooth, I will obtain a thread of my heart and evolve my rages.
They are mostly at my slow computer.  We will survive.

… and now a bit Wiser. A bit more in Awe. A big bit more in my Heart.

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and so … The Back Story.

A Crescent Sketch Evolves.  The Sequence of the Pinga Image.

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Like a shaman’s mask, I had this simple sketch (on the darker paper) of a woman with a ruffled collar like mountains for years.  I always wanted to do something with the sketch, which I called Lilith, a name for the “dark” goddess. For me the idea of Lilith always rides the edge of reverence as the sexual pantheon of genders that I feel within.  Below, this was the only photo I looked at in my research to update this illustration. It perfectly echoed my original sketch. O the Raging Starkness of Desire with Pinga!

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No surprise to recently find that the masks of the Inuit Moon Spirit Shaman, with their simple openings for eyes/vision and mouth/teeth may have whispered their way into my drawing.  Years ago, now again.

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When the idea of Pinga called, I expanded her into the landscape.

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Propped up on my computer, you can see that she grew a fierce, loving heart based on another illustration of mine, more abstract:

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You can purchase THIS here on my shop, The Jade Dress Shop.

Pinga is here. This shamaness robe, not available for sale yet;-) however …

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and now:

Try on Pinga.  Here’s the book excerpt.  Enjoy.

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STAR GATE 2 | DESIRE | PINGA of THE ARTIC + INUIT NORTH

HER STORY IN THE ETERNAL MOMENT OF NOW.  Oooo Oooo Chile, it’s chilly out here! Ping. Ping. Ping in the Midnight Sun. Feet crunch-crunch-punching snow. Trekking for days drenched in duality of mind or desire can feel like the unending polar-platinum-plutonium pounding expanse of the Artic and Antarctica. Life’s rainbow spectrum of color is MIA. All seems still, lifeless, and frozen in polarity. Yet a gust of blinding snow suddenly can bring a rainbow mirage of Pinga, The Snow Queen, Lilith, aka Desire, suddenly brushing the surface with her merkabah, the psychedelic, crazy-quilt-colored craft, navigating by the eerie, mystical Northern Lights while sailing the astral sea of the second chakra. Queen of Watery Emotional Weather in all its forms … extremes of pleasure to pain … Pinga’s snow crystals, ice, and the steam of her geothermal hot springs, these are always shifting into each other. Is it any wonder that global warming of the poles is our Earthly dilemma of duality! Beneath our mind’s surface, full of tangled either/or contradictions, we mimic her emotional osmosis and learn to smartly surf the sound waves of our magnetic heart poundings.

She rises glistening, icy islands and rolls shiny folds of freezing waves in endless tidal changes under the distant white sun of snowman’s land: the Inuit territories. Pinga of Desire is Goddess of the Hunt, Fertility, and Medicine, and her touch pings light like a snowflake on a warm face, or pounds down, crushing the earth with achingly slow glacial legs.  As Desire, she may stop for centuries to sit in an igloo-shaped squat. Cold hands, warm heart, she’s always longing for the other, and yet she is also Goddess of the Sun and thus paradoxically attached to everyone.  The moon is her brother … the opposite of many cultures; things are often very topsy-turvy at Earth’s poles, yo. Moon Brother chases his Sun Sister for sex antics … she’s always a bit out of reach, except at eclipse time. Like Eve’s sister, Lilith, she’s not easily submitting to her “brother,” Adam. She shapes her world to her desires, a mistress of the art of sexual healing. Rule #1: Ladies first, all win.

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HER ANCIENT FUTURE SIREN SONG FOR YOU. Energy and emotions stuck on frozen, fearful, and hopeless? Hunkered down in your igloo cave of ice-blocked emotions? Feel Pinga and be rescued. In The 9-Star Passport, Pinga is Desire, Wealth, Sex, and Money; lo and behold, whether nurtured by fear or hope, this is the flow-y, feeling energy of things. She rules the second, sacral chakra, located two to three inches under your navel, aka your loins; the earthy, hermetic crossroads of creation, the expression of all our mercurial dual desires. In Hinduism, the Goddess here is Maya, or Illusion, the Devi Mahatyam also known as The Great Self-Worth; The Great Essence; The Exalted State. In one of her stories, when the world was all emotional water, she invented a trick to stop the ceaseless arguing of her ever-warring, overly emotional demon children, who were named “Too Much” and “Too Little.” Surely you’ve given birth to these kids as well! The demise of their illusion had to be found on a spot not touched by water, which turned out to be the loins of Maya’s God consort. Thus land rose up right there at that spot rocking massive seed potential in the ceaseless ocean. Thus, the world’s best “lap dance spot” can be wherever we “sit and rise up,” a sacred space where we turn off the noise of illusion, measurement, and judgment of “Too Much” and “Too Little.” and come back to being, grounded and balanced in our true nature, the intuitive knowing and essence of Unconditional Love.

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And so, wrapped in her thick, blood red Icelandic wools, Pinga sits with sinewy ropes binding her feet and those of all mothers to the foundation, her swirling turquoise and emerald lap of our Earthship. One hand holds up the trusted radiance of clear intuition, and the other holds the water’s edge of her family and community. Acting on behalf of all her creatures, especially while scientists give dire, scary reports and predictions of climate change, loss, and extinction, she balances her every desire and choice with deep knowing. Thoughts and concentration during long, sunlit nights cultivate her instant, bright-light, right-on intuition. Osmosis beyond either fear or hope, and thus she shapes the tide towards a new vision with all her co-creation. Pinga is the choice of trust, the weathering of bright hope and knowing, choosing sm-ooooo-th, flowing abundance, joyful sex, creativity, and “Hey! Chill out about all that.”

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HEAR HER, SENSE HER, HEAL YOU. Game on! The ceaseless duality of mind is actually healed by diving into desire at Star Gate 2. Inject hotness into a moment with her heady, warm, resinous Amber scent, a one-million-plus-years-old glowy rock of Mother Wisdom. Replace fuzzy thinking with icy, cooling Mint for clarity. Reflective and multiplying elements like water, glass, mirrors, or silvery mercurial metals placed in this gate entice a hot mind-meld, and behold! The birth of more light into your lap-dance, if not your world.

HER MANTRA TO TRY ON FOR SIZE + FIT. Ooooo! Ice, Ice Baby! Desire Me! Please Me! Rise up my Pinga power. I am a vast giving, glowing, and receiving station. Eclipsing duality, we float safe in the endless sea of desires, feeling our emotions balanced in joy, radiant hope, wealth, fertility, fun, and major, major, My, My, Oh My Maya! deep, sacred sexuality. Lights on, we’re open!

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Fact: Bears are impregnated just before turning into the earth, their womb caves for hibernation. After mating, the sperm and egg float freely in the dark womb of the bear, much like stars sprinkling, dreaming, and playing in the vast night sky.

They unite just before the Spring.

I wish you an extra-ordinary eclipse!

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