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‘An Invocation to I-em-hetep, the Egyptian Deity of Medicine’ By Ernest Board {{PD}}

We can visualize, or even ‘feel by immersion’, what would constitute a state of perfect health for us, and even better, we know exactly what to do to achieve it. The mind is healed, as well, if we are willing and able to put our attention on what needs to be transformed from the past. This may be a current situation formed in the past that must be addressed with love, or a matter of reviewing something we regret and healing it by rendering it powerless to make us feel guilt or to affect the now. Please note: this is not a license to indulge in Self-destructive behaviors from the past under the guise of attending to their healing. That’s not how any of this works.

(Chiron parallel Hygeia, Neptune nov Vesta, Mars parallel Pallas, Mercury trine Chiron, Sun nov SN)

Mandrake is also known as ‘The Devil’s Apples’ {{PD}}

Today’s word image is a mandrake root. The mandrake was believed to have magical properties, as the root often resembles a human. It has hallucinogenic potentials but is dangerously poisonous, as well. What rather ordinary thing in your life has been endowed with a magical aura because of associations you make–and what about it is so negative that, when you’re honest with yourself, you admit you really should eliminate it?

And now, one of my favorite poems:

Song By John Donne

Go and catch a falling star,

Get with child a mandrake root,

Tell me where all past years are,

Or who cleft the devil’s foot,

Teach me to hear mermaids singing,

Or to keep off envy’s stinging,

And find

What wind

Serves to advance an honest mind.

If thou be’st born to strange sights,

Things invisible to see,

Ride ten thousand days and nights,

Till age snow white hairs on thee,

Thou, when thou return’st, wilt tell me,

All strange wonders that befell thee,

And swear,

No where

Lives a woman true, and fair.

If thou find’st one, let me know,

Such a pilgrimage were sweet;

Yet do not, I would not go

Though at next door we might meet;

Though she were true, when you met her,

And last, till you write your letter,

Yet she

Will be

False, ere I come, to two, or three.