CURRENT MOON

Monday, August 22, 2016

8/21/16 Red Spectral Serpent/ Red Lunar Earth - Magnetic Bat Moon of Purpose, Day 27






Ungelbah Daniel-Davila, Navajo.



Ungelbah Daniel-Davila is an enrolled member of the Navajo Nation. Her lineage can be traced back to the outlaws of the American West, the Spanish land-grant people and the Ashiihi clan of the Dine. She holds a BFA in Creative Writing from the Institute of American Indian Arts and is the recipient of the 2009 Truman Capote Scholarship and the 2010 Louis S. Rivard Scholarship. She is also the creator and Editor-in-chief of the online publication, La Loca Magazine. Her poetry has been published in Ekleksographia and Imitation Fruit as well as in the IAIA Anthologies, Birds and Other Omens and Ginger Pool. A queen-of-many-trades, she is also a model, photographer and videographer.*

*http://www.drunkenboat.com/db15/ungelbah-daniel-davila




Smiling Shoulders at the Flying Star Cafe

Struggling with the thick glass door at 8th and Silver
you hear a girl's voice behind you say,
“Shit's heavy huh?”
Thick, sweet and familiar, a from-the-cradle voice.
Like warm caramel on a sundae.
Like summer sweat and sunflowers.
Like sticky bud and cut offs, mud and a white tank top.
Like older cousins. Like Woodstock '94
and the girl in the picture off the album jacket
who you worshipped
because she was 16 and you were 8 and she had boobs
and blonde hair and a beautiful slouch, her shoulders
curving into the shelf of her clavicle
making a half moon of her body.
A grunge baby-doll-type goddess sitting stoned
with flowers in her hair
and you were some shy kid on a ranch,
and everyone in the world was watching MTV but you.
When you turned around she was grown,
frail and bold in big sunglasses,
coke skinny and smoky ordering a bag of sweets.
You admired her anyway,
the syrupy slur of her words
and the weight of her wonderful slouch, her shoulders
still bending into herself like a hug,
like the mouth of a smiley face.*

by Ungelbah Daniel-Davila

*http://www.drunkenboat.com/db15/ungelbah-daniel-davila



CHICCHAN



Kin 245: Red Spectral Serpent


I dissolve in order to survive
Releasing instinct
I seal the store of life force
With the spectral tone of liberation
I am guided by my own power doubled
I am a polar kin
I transport the red galactic spectrum.



The mind has been conditioned to think that if it is not thinking, hen there is something wrong.*



*Star Traveler's 13 Moon Almanac of Synchronicity, Galactic Research Institute, Law of Time Press, Ashland, Oregon, 2016-2017.







The Sacred Tzolk'in 




Manipura Chakra (Limi Plasma)




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