Tuesday, 20 January 2015

Timewatch Book Review

I was fascinated by the idea of time travelling and the transportation to previous lives. The story builds up fairly quickly. Maybe it was just me but I was a bit confused throughout the book with all the family members taking part in jumping backwards, forwards and lateral in the timeline.
Most of the time the story did make sense and was enjoyable. What left me perplexed was the idea behind it all.
The scope of the Morgan family is to go backwards in time and stabilise the timeline. During their 20th century lifetime there was a huge risk, that because of a time portal, others who had not so humanitarian motives would change events in the past and so change the present.
Nothing wrong with that idea…
What I couldn’t digest well was that all this hassle was being done so the history of the USA formation was not touched, the Indians defeated and eventually USA will become the world greatest war nation that will protect the rest of the world from evil nations.
Maybe because I am European. Maybe because frankly I think USA has been meddling too much with world affairs and its war tactics. Maybe because to me it felt more like a USA propaganda “we know the best for all you in the world”, this book didn’t sit quite right with me.

Pity because the idea on the whole was fascinating.

Tuesday, 13 January 2015

My Self-undoing... 17 years later

Today it is an important day in my family of origin. So wherever I am my mother phones me.
Today she reminded me that 17 years ago on the 13th January 1998 she had phoned but did not find me at home. I just was being admitted in hospital to come out only 30 days afterwards, on the 14th February 1998.
Not because I was healed but because I was loosing so much weight that the doctors thought I would not make it through.
So after 17 years I had the courage to look back at the clinical data of the event that has and still is changing my life. And I found the time when I was admitted to hospital and surgery.
Now as you may know I am studying astrology so I was curious to cast a chart. The surgery started at 20:10 Rome Italy.
That makes it Capricorn Sun, Virgo Rising and Leo Moon.
The bi-wheel shows 5 planets in my 12th house (the house of hospitals, prisons and self-undoing or the house where you just simply loose your identity to the world), Saturn in my 2nd house (my body) and the Moon in my 6th house (the house of health and mind-body connections). Saturn was transiting on my Chiron in my 2nd house. The Lord of Time meeting Wounded-ness on my body.
The Capricorn Sun was on my North Node that had just been touched by transiting Venus that was making an opposition to my natal Venus conjunct South Node. In short my values where being called on duty...were am I really living my life?
I wasn't aware at that time that I was putting everything in my unconscious. I did not want to see and feel. It was only a year and a half that I had left my natal land. My life had changed drastically, more than I had expected and accepted.
Reliving that period, the moment I decided that I could not take it anymore and needed medical help. The moment I went in hospital, the what seemed the long waiting alone in a corridor shivering in pain and with cold. The waking up with more scars than I was expecting. The long complicated recovery which seemed never to arrive with brutal therapeutic methods. A diagnosis that left me helpless. The watching people dying alone and without family. The loosing the want to eat and live....
17 years afterwards I am still licking the wounds. I am still slowly healing.
Yes that surgery was really my self-undoing giving me more scars physically, emotionally and spiritually than I am comfortable with even to this very day.

Wednesday, 7 January 2015

Book Review: Myth and Magic Queer Fairy Tales

I found the title very inviting and the cover somehow adds to it's intriguing mischievousness. I love fairy tales and myths. However as a lesbian I am very aware that we have no queer fairy tales or myths of our own. So you can imagine how happy I was when I received a reviewer’s copy.
16 short stories of famous fairy tales retold, twisted, shuffled and taken to alternate universes. Evil becomes seductively fair, telling a story of its own. The Good has also a story of its own to disclose, but it is not the candidness you might expect.
I found each story very carefully written, loaded not only with pleasing erotica (at least for me) but also with well placed, mind entertaining, humour, sarcasm and double sense.
I started reading the book just before I left for the family holidays, so my reading was little and far in between but when I could, I sneaked my kindle out and happily shifted universe.

Just one recommendation: Read at your own risk ;) 



Wednesday, 31 December 2014

With Gratitude bid Farewell

As the seconds tick,
the hours shift
and the planets move,
the Old Year finishes,
As the New Year starts.

I close my eyes,
And feel the unexpected pain,
The sudden joy,
The looming failure,
The achievements never dreamt,
The losses deeply wept.

I touch my Heart,
and its Timelessness.
I see its Energy 
And ride its pulse,
As the old and frail die,
Whilst bones birth perennial life.

I delve deeper in my Heart,
where an ardent furnace,
vibrantly pulses,
as my emotions heightened.

All that passed,
all that was felt,
burnt passionately in ashes.
collecting in a wooden bowl.

I open the doors,
Standing firmly,
As Winter stillness settles in,
with gratitude bid farewell,
as dark ashes flow out of the bowl.

Some fall on the white snow,
darkening it for a second or two,
before turning into worms,
mice,
and creatures of the Underworld.

Some are transported upwards,
on the Northern Wind,
darkening the sky,
as some spread their wings,
and turn in to butterflies,
bees and birds,
and creatures of the Sky.

Some fall onto the path,
as they transform in deers,
foxes, dogs and cats,
and creatures of the Earth.

I take the now empty bowl,
and bury it under an enormous Oak.

I sit nearby,
watching all the creatures move away,
as the day turns into night,
and the stars dust the sky.

As I close the door,
My Heart softly whispers:

All is well.
All is complete.
All is shifting,
All will become.


Blessed be!

Tuesday, 16 December 2014

Book Review: A Touch of Mistletoe

Five succulent, short but long enough to enjoy stories that have really warmed my heart and perked my interest. 
Each story is written by a different author with completely distinct styles. Each story deals with same sex love with a Yule theme with the obvious mistletoe as a frame.
Four out of five stories are gay love stories, only one is a lesbian love story involving a female to male transexual. 
Although if I have a choice, I tend to prefer lesbian stories, I have to sincerely say that I loved all stories. I found none not to my liking. 
All stories have well written diverse plots, deftly woven with affection, suspense, intrigue and all laced with passion that gave the stories intensity enough to warm cold winter nights.

Well-done to all.