The Perfect Jupiter Just Into Scorpio Read

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“The Secret Spiritual Lives of Extreme Athletes-and What They Reveal About Near-Death Experiences, Psychic Communication, and Touching the Beyond…”

A super-intrepid Aries Mega Mystic member just sent me this – she may not have realised but it is absolutely THE most apt book for Jupiter newly into Scorpio.  Its from 2008 but still. Jupiter = Sagacity and Adventure. Scorpio = spirituality, the paranormal and depth-thinking, among other themes.  Explorers of the Infinite is SO on-Zeitgeist it is ridiculous. I would have called “Spooky Extreme Weird Athletic Shit” but that’s just Mercury in Aries being a bit crass. The author’s website is called Hidden Places.

As we head into Samhain/Halloween, now is a brilliant time to ponder spooky shit, telepathy, times when the veils between the dimensions become so flimsy you can see through and the presence of “other” that can be felt at certain times. Or as the author of this book has it, in particular places.

So where do you or where have you most felt the other-worldly presence?

 

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48 thoughts on “The Perfect Jupiter Just Into Scorpio Read

  1. During sex. That’s my gateway to the ‘other’. That’s how I learned to find that other space in meditation. To me sex becomes the highest form of yoga when it’s performed within a devotional (Raja) context. Union with the higher self, samadhi, undisturbed peace.
    In that state much more becomes evident, what is normally unseen can appear.

    • Wow I always wanted sex to be like that, but for me it’s at that lucid moment of waking up in the morning. I feel like I can peer into a crevice of another dimension for a very brief moment before the door shuts.

      • Have a look at Alex Grey’s amazing illustration in ‘Sacred Mirrors’ of how 2 people’s energy waves and weaves combining when having devotional sex is quite mind blowing in it’s intricacy. It will show you what David experiences (if i may be so bold in saying so David 🙂

  2. At Hilldale near Paterson NSW there is a property called the Shelf. It is built, well, on a shelf butting against a cliff. The rugged drive way becomes inaccessible to 2wd cars so when visiting you walk in and walk out. The driveway is in pure Australian bush full of smells and sounds. But come night time there is a little bend in the track that has a small looming cliff. At night it becomes terrifying and something you would never do alone. When walking with husband dearest we decided that speaking nicely, singing and being respectful of the juju vibes was the only way forward. We did it many times and the “feeling” of the other unseen was always there. We thought of ghosts and spirits. Everyone else drove, their loss.
    Looking forward to other posts, love this stuff

    • Well i know what you mean, i spent some of my childhood scrambling around this beautiful haunted (there had been a shipwreck, a boat called the Orpheus, a long time ago) coastline in New Zealand. It was always melancholy but beautiful – however one day i rounded a corner and there were several derelict farm cabins…as i poked around it with my friends, we realised that some of the rooms looked like they had been abandoned, Marie Celeste style. And this sensation of an implacable presence came over us. It was not evil, nothing happened but the birds and insects stopped singing, the atmosphere became leaden and we all just sprinted, that heart-bursting, limbs pumping, 11 year old with adrenaline style of running…One adult said that the little valley we had found was Tapu in Maori – forbidden sacred land, another said it was where the bodies from the shipwreck (which had happened to hundreds of people due to an avoidable fuq-up and sending the ship onto treacherous sandbars) had been laid out and the rest of the adults flat refused to talk about it. We never found out who had lived in those cabins or what happened to them but i will never forget that feeling of the presence.

  3. Always in my dreams. Sometimes a voice will tell me things clearly and insistently. The first time it was telling me that my friends brother had died. I called the next day and found out he had, indeed, unexpectedly passed away when I was about 12. Sometimes I just get visits or visions I’m shown in my dreams. Unfortunately sometimes it’s been info that’s highly personal to other people and pissed them off that I knew it. And it’s Not always earth shattering, once my maternal granny who died before I was born came by for a chat, and told me how my grandfather (who I also never met) used to do tricks with his false teeth. I confirmed this later with my mum, but yeah, not exactly secret wisdom from beyond. My mum and my mothers line all had the same thing, apparently. My paternal grandfather, who I knew well, was a “finder”. As is my uncle on that side. My grandad literally wrote the book on long range search and rescue at sea. He once told me in a moment of confidence that even though you tracked locations and currents etc, he just “knew” where the person was going to be. My uncle just mainly finds whatever he needs. Everything from complete pairs of shoes, to tools. Oh, and cats. He seems to find a lot of cats.

  4. I made that excerpt larger on my brother’s tablet. That account of camaraderie of the climbers is just so beyond. The communication in the time of need and death brought tears to my eyes.

  5. I’m pretty energy-sensitive in general being rather Plutonic – I sense things, am tuned-in to the vibes of people and places, and have communicated with dead people on a handful of occasions. But by and large the dream state is where I seem to pick up the greatest amount of extrasensory information, and it has been absolutely off the Richter scale since Jupiter ingressed Scorpio! Besides the spontaneous spooky-cool Visitation “dream healing” last week from whoever/whatever, two nights ago I had a very symbolically literal dream warning about “things going downhill FAST” (gulp), and then this morning awoke with lyrics in my head I immediately understood to be a reference to a major upcoming astro-alignment. I don’t ask for these kinds of things to happen; they just do and it feels like my Guides are putting in some major overtime right now. I know it’s Samhain and the veil between this world and the world of Spirit is gossamer thin, but IMO Jupiter in Scorpio has bumped this up to a whole other level…

  6. In the Kimberley – looking at rock art, there were several caves/paintings/areas where we all could feel the spirits.

    In Iceland, the areas supposed to be inhabited by elves were not enjoyable for me: it was like the earth was making noise, but instead of a pleasant bass hum like the Australian wilderness, it was a constant high acidic screech. The whole island was like that, actually. Could just hear/feel it better out in the tundra.
    Not pleasant.

  7. Wherever I live. There have also been a few places that have introduced me to spirits that shouldn’t be messed with. I’ve found that being connected means sometimes having to avoid places I’d love to visit because the energies are too much.

  8. ugh I know it’s meant to sound cool but that excerpt that “climbers are addicts” is just off-putting. Speak for yourself. I do believe some climbers could be addicts to something, but it just smacks of how cool heroin chic is. yuck. As a climber I am NOT going to read this book.

    I just googled her because even as a technical rock climber myself I had no idea who she was. Turns out Margot is an ice climber and has done several videos on addiction and climbing. Yawns-ville. I don’t need to read another story about some woman who finds herself doing an extreme sport. You can still “find” yourself doing ordinary things and looking for the extraordinary in them. Many people who really….. really…. pursue a sport like extreme ultra-marathoning usually have something unbalanced about them or maybe they have more energy than the rest of us? Good that they have something to turn to that is less destructive, but is it really “interesting”? Sorry climbing is still uncool like hairy plumber’s crack.
    And I say that as someone who still actively, safely participates in the activity.

  9. POINT LOBOS (California)

    Mystic sometimes I think you are a mind reader

    Was just meditating on this topic as I looked out at the sea towards Pt Lobos + feeling so drawn to it. Last time I visited it was like going home again

    xx

  10. In my early twenties I lived in Highgate Hill, the street had been owned by the Catholic Church and had a nunnery turned block of flats and we lived in an old priests’ house rented to us by a yoga teacher

    It was a crescent at the top of a hill
    With 360 views and one afternoon a big storm was blowing in and we ran outside to watch it. I saw forming out of the clouds a hand pointed straight, then an arm then the saw the wholeness. As big as the sky, a giant entity godlike formed from clouds and then a lightning bolt shot out of the finger, all happening in moments.

    Did you see that! I turned to my friends and sister, our neighbor a friend of a friend Brisbane style said yes he did. I said what did you see he said a hand with lightening shooting out of it. It was one of those “you saw the crescent and I saw the whole of the Moon” moments I will never forget.

    I had other otherworldly experiences on the hills of Highgate Hill and know that the Catholic Church buys up the property on the hilltops and its probably for a very good reason

    • Wow I lived on top of Highgate Hill for about a decade in my thirties. I can’t place the block of flats you’re talking about but I lived in a similarly old house, backing onto the ‘gully’. It’s a magic place, especially Breakup Park (so named, because of the number of highly vocal breakups I witnessed there). Did you visit the little park leading down to the river? I used to go there a lot with my dog and it was a tiny pocket of privacy and wilderness. You could stand there looking out over the river and at a certain angle, block out the houses and pretend you were in another time.

      • Yes it’s is/was a very special place : ) we would wander around in the early dawn still faintly tripping from the night before and discover hidden gullys filled with yellow flowers and other wonders! I had a friend who live in Sankey Street which was practically vertical it was so steep. Off her tiny deck it was ancient wilderness, complete with pythons you could reach out and touch. That magical pocket is sadly gone after passionate protesting

        • I know that street. Visited a friend who rented an old house there – one of those beautifully dilapidated queenslanders that come with jungle gardens. I remember wandering into the gully before it was developed – over my head high spanish sunflowers and a little humpy tucked away in the middle of it. Magic.

          • Yes Spanish Sunflowers! That must be what they were! We would pick them and stivck them in our kitschy wall vases and such! HAPPY DAYS!

    • Love it!
      And I know the area of which you speak, YotP.
      For such a suburban area it sure had a pretty other worldly vibe around there, and down to the river too….. or the veils there seemed thinner between the worlds so to speak.

      When i first met my partner he was billeted in an old house up there replete with resident frill-neck lizard. This was about 30 yrs ago and was only there for 6 months, but I remember it well because I had AMAZING dreams there – and one i’ll never forget because it was the relationship clincher involving instructions by mythological beings and all ….It’s like i had direct contact to supreme guides via my dreams there.

      Would love to know what special significance the area had for indigenous people around there.

      • Wow direct instructions from the source LOVE IT! And yes the river and the power that is still lingering and what magic had been had before? You would imagine it’s so beautiful people would have found it and stayed for millennia

      • Oh and the neighbor friend of a friend turned into my boyfriend of 6 years probably on the strength of that moment and him witnessing and knowing I hadn’t imagined it

        And as I would love to have the otherworldly sex Dave is having it is my life goal!

        On that magical hill in the flat next door I did have a taste of it whirling up together in energy

        • Ha – well If there is some kind of sacred-sexual or fecund type of juju going on there – i can’t help but think how perturbed those chaste priests & nuns of yore must of felt – esp during those fab Qld subtropical storms stirring up all that power… Frustration Hill… ?

  11. Yes…
    and with Mercury conjunct my vampy Venus in Scorpio today, I’m happy to add my voice here;

    All my life I saw ghosts – yet the skeptic in me chose fear of shadows.

    And then wham, come Pluto conjunct ascendant I’ve happily .. no scratch that, Ive surrendered and accepted these visits – usually dead relatives sitting on the end of my bed asking me to check in on a cousin who may have been present when they overdosed : disappeared : shot themselves (yes dark stuff :).

    I find the other side easier to talk and communicate with, accepting these messages now that even come from clients who attend sessions based upon guidance from spirit : dead grand dads or – strangely enough (yes the skeptic critic in me ‘cod it’s no longer that strange) native shamans / often American Indian who send these clients to me!

    And yes I LOVE this piece you’ve attached about the rock climbing too… as an adventurer I get that it’s so exhilarating & an awesome clearing of the energy body to be so delicately connected to earth life. Not that I would go mountain climbing myself ..simply aligning with the power of kundalini / euphoria (addictive plutonic).

    Yes to other ghostly telepathic stories too..
    No wonder I LOVED Deadly Ernest (an Aussie Friday night ritual of scary movies) and Penny Dreadful etc.. feel right at home

  12. Esoterically, the Mountain is the place of Initiation into the further reaches of the universe. The Mountain is Capricorn. (Jesus was Capricorn and went up the mountain a few times). Once a person has cleaned out the swamp of Scorpio and has the arrow pointed single-mindedly upon the goal (Sagittarius), then the climb begins in Capricorn. Some meander around the mountain in spiral-like fashion gradually making the ascent, (like how many times do we transit our charts, circling round again at a more enlightened higher level); while others take the short straight route – up perpendicularly. I guess these are the hard-core extrovert sports people. The outer (hardcore extreme sports enthusiasts) are mirrored by the introverts who do the climb on the no less dangerous extreme inner planes.

    In ancient Germanic/Celtic times there was an initiation sanctuary in Germany called Exsternsteine with 2 sheer cliffs 45 metres high. Between them hung the swaying bridge and candidates for initiation had to summon the courage to cross the abyss. This place always fascinated me in my imagination. I never actually got to go there but I have a friend who did and she sent me photos of the place as it is now and you can still see the anchor points of the “swaying bridge” high up on the cliffs. So what it represented in my imagination was how do I find the courage to cross the threshold between this world and the next. And since I was/am largely an introvert in this life I tried to cross over via an inward spiritual path. It wasn’t entirely successful. I couldn’t get there via my so-called spiritual practices.Then I found my way there (as Neptune crossed my ascendant at 5/6 degrees Pisces) and I fell/rose into the ocean of desire – and sex and fantasy and illusion and delusion and agony and ecstasy and sweet perfumes from nowhere and silence roaring inside my head and dark recesses of my heart and guts led me through madness and irrationality to the Divine Beloved. All knowledge, books and learning were relinquished except that which I could truly summon from my inner being. It was only through the security of my grip and belief and faith on the inner path (ie I had a map) that I could risk the dangers on the outer path and coalesce the two as one. Now it little matters whether I am on the Mountain or in the Valley because the two are one.They are inter-dependent.

    • Beautiful Cynthia x

      Life can be like a long straight highway that leads to the top of the mountain. Or one can take the untrodden path, where as Dylan says, the swift don’t win the race.
      While we are here, now on this beautiful planet let’s not race to summit, let’s explore what being human on earth is all about. Prabhupada explained that life can be blissful. By simply accepting your true constitutional position in the universe (human on earth). The ego is put into place and hence finds its place.
      Enjoy while you can, we aren’t here for long.

      • Thank you David for your response about accepting and enjoying being who you are in the universe. I think in my case there was an element of missionary zeal and “saviour mentality” which drove the ramzilla rush up the mountain but I am getting more of the energy consciousness coming through into the specific moments of time and place (our 3D world) and that it is not ego/me based but being more of a vehicle. Thanks davidl

    • This makes me think of the monastery at Montserrat, (in Catalonia outside of Barcelona) to which I rode a cable car, many years ago. So steep, it amazes me how they were able to build a beautiful 12th Century monastery ontop of 1200 feet of rock.

      And there I reverently filed in to greet the mysterious Black Madonna, while hearing Gregorian chanting.
      Definitely a ‘Peak’ experience

  13. I think there are places in Australia that signal other entities, and the need to stay away. I was out bush with a survivalist once and we camped right off the beaten track. I remember working my way down a creek by myself one day and then suddenly getting the message ‘don’t go any further’. Like Mystic’s comment above, I don’t know if it was because the birds went quiet, but there was a sense of listening – something was listening to me. And looking further down the creek – it just didn’t look welcoming anymore. I backtracked in a hurry!

  14. Nah, you’re just a fraidy cat 😉
    I have some virgin bush on the Hawkesbury river and have to get there by boat. It’s a relatively long journey to pull up there from home and sometimes I get there and start heading down the track to my favorite spot and the land whispers in my ear … not today, stay on the shore. I’ve learnt to listen ! My place has many sandstone caves at the back and I’m sure was once inhabited by indigenous families. Have you read the book The Secret River, my place is in the vicinity of the areas mentioned in that book. The Hawkesbury is an awesome beautiful, powerful and quite spooky river that houses the spirit of nature and those that lived there for thousands of years.
    Have you seen the work of Joshua Yeldham ? His work focuses on this place.
    https://goo.gl/images/nV4fGS

    • The Secret River is incredible, her other book the Lieutenant (?) about the vogage to witness the transit of Venus in the Southern Hemisphere

      • Yes, those places on that river, omg. Joshua Yeldhams art truly captures the deep mystery, the beauty and the power of those places. I have camped there many times by myself but I was never alone ! The river has tried to drown me a couple of times too. All the white men who have tried to tame this particular stretch of the river over the last 200 years have all been crushed by it. They never had a chance.

  15. As a kid I felt bad vibes off of people in public where I’d feel a physical repulsion/shock when passing them that would run through me, I was maybe 6 or 7 when I first remember it. As a teenager I’d walk my dog at night and just be amazed at the trees in the neighbourhood, trees always seem so otherworldy to me.

    I don’t feel ghosts, the only one I’ve sensed was my grandmother’s presence for a few years after she passed, I find tuning into that sort of thing not helpful for me so I keep it out of mind as much as I can. My sister and I briefly did occult stuff like ouija boards and candles and I didn’t want to go there, I don’t like engaging it.

    I feel connection with other in dreams, meditation, walks after meditation, and conversations with loved ones where it’s like time stands still, sex, and everyday synchronicities. I used to have spiritual dreams where a (white) cat would tell me important things, and I still have dreams of really exquisite beauty like everything is shimmering and vibrant and animals and nature are always a part of it. Time with kids, dogs, and cats too, animals and innocents know what’s up.

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