Marathoners on their last leg, or anyone pushing through walls of self-imposed limitation experience an euphoria, the "runner's high". We live for those ecstatic thrills induced by extreme pleasure, while being absorbed by one or by an orchestral interplay of all five senses, the spirit-mind-body troika intensified.

ENDORPHINATION is so much more
than an organic, neurotransmitter cocktail of stimulated peptide hormones.

Sunday, January 27, 2013


ShadowFile: JostFoto

To those of you out there who are enduring the venomous, psychic napalm attacks from friends and family, sometimes coming out of the "enlightened" left field, you are not alone.  As many of us break with traditional interrelationship patterns, the exception to the rule is that truth threatens the huddled masses who flock together around the campfire exchanging group delusions.  We, The Cognitive Dissidents, are disrupting tribal cohesiveness by standing in empowered authenticity recanting from the fringe.
All this hoopla-talk of "a change we can believe in" emerges with a price tag.   A huge price tag. There is a spiritual bootcamp in store that requires facing the shadow material of the psyche. The gestalt psyche incorporating the individual in relationship to the collective is being called to undergo an intensive psycho-spiritual fire and brimstone process.  No one can pass the buck blaming the other one.  If we want to get out of this alive, we must burn off the dross of residual fear and anger keeping us locked away in separation.  We're ALL in this together---no one is immune nor exempt.
Reflect and apply within.
Amidst the strenuous, ongoing Uranus and Pluto square, we are being challenged to review our relationship with everything/everyone in the 3D field of duality.   The bright light of truth (Uranus) is dissolving the mortar of lies and deception upon which our present reality constructs were built (Pluto).   That's got to be alarming and rather inconvenient.   Granted, it's not an easy task while all around you the world is being dismantled and deconstructed, the clangor of gnashing teeth deafening the senses.   Even in the best of times, the catabolic alchemy of individuation is not for the faint-hearted.   Thus when one is brought to the kneecaps, prostrate, face to face with the blood and guts of personal "salvation", we can't look to the engineered political savior, nor the latest techno thingy to help pray the muck and guck away.
"...what you bring forth will save you. If you do not bring forth what is within you, what you do not bring forth will destroy you."  ~ Gospel of St. Thomas
Socio-cultural progress, of which we are integral ingredients, does not come with the enchantment wave of a magic wand.   There is a dialectic interplay of thesis, antithesis, creation and destruction to contend with before new forms of synthesis take shape (Saturn in Scorpio).  Have you ever observed a super highway under construction?   Remain calm, "50-50 fire and ice", breathe, stay in your center of being as you accomplish the tasks put before you (as ugly as that might be).  When the emotional, psychic geyser feels as though it's about to erupt---and, it will---practice patient forbearance before gouging a loved one another cavity.  During those times when darkness pervades and oppressive forces suffocate, increase your luminosity, inhale Divine Grace and exhale compassion.   Be the placeholder for the spiritual warrior's credo:
"We Are The Ones We've been Waiting For". 
MetaPhysician, Heal Thyself.


Wednesday, January 23, 2013



From a FaceBook post dated 22 January 2013:
Mars is postioned at 21 degrees Aquarius today, the degree of the Aquarius new moon 10 February 2013, Chinese New Year of the Black Water Snake. This degree is also nearing the midpoint between the Pluto-Uranus square.

Mars is not usually associated with the role of peacemaker. However, he can be a leader in times of disillusionment and disappointment by instilling courage when it appears all is lost. When confronted with reversal of fortune, facing the crisis head on develops inner strength. Mars is donning the armor of reslience, fortitude and integrity. He is bolstering the downtrodden in an heroic effort to liberate the disempowered masses from an oppressive stronghold. He is brandishing the banner of resilience and faith, fostering perseverence to reach the promised land as oppositional forces nip at the heels.

Cinematic Metaphor: Remember the film THE TEN COMMANDMENTS? This is the decisive moment when Charlton Heston as Moses parts the Red Sea providing a path forward where none appeared before.

A big lesson is at stake. The dialectic diatribe enacted through many scenes upon a kaleidoscope of stages is not going away anytime soon. We are in the middle of reaching a synthesis. The "quickening" persists on heating things up a bit.

Soul alchemy requires a crucible, as does its counterpart, metallurgy. The shamanic refinery of individuated integration is not for the faint-hearted, nor for those who find heat in the kitchen intolerable. Further, a proper balance and just the right chemistry must be maintained.

Below is a post I made on Thursday 10 January a day before the Anishnabe Prophecy of the 8th Fire was posted on Friday 11 January. It's uncanny the similarity.

And, still, we do have a choice:

"There is a fork in the road. A junction. Which way to turn, which way to go? One option looks familiar, similar terrain previously left behind, yet leading in a steep, downward slope. The alternate route looks less traveled and somewhat elevated.

'I'll take the high road, you'll take the low road.' The same lyrics as before sung from the heart or learned by rote, transposed into either a higher or lower key, which ever feels right in one's respective voice of consciousness.

The low road is along a path shouldered by war, famine and destruction. Face it, no matter how many miles you go hoping to see a change, the scenery remains furrowed, intransigent, devastated. Same old, tired old road-side distractions advertising worn out goods and selling mementos of history repeating cycles, round and round singing passe' playlists.


The high road is a different story altogether, yet to be chronicled. One will not find it measured in kilometers on a map. There is no atlas that plots paved thoroughfares of asphalt. A destination is not arrived at on an ever elusive, evaporating horizon trashed by billboards and road signs. The high road is trail-blazed by an inner fire, a once distant flame, long forgotten, now boldly embodied."


Thursday, January 17, 2013



24 years ago, when I was pursuing a concert career in New York, I was not at all happy with my given name. I wanted a moniker that breathed afflatus, a name that was more unique than derivatives of Joseph. Honestly, do you see me as a Joe, Jo Jo, Joselito, God forbid, Joey?

It happened one birthday---well, 1 April 1989 to be exact---that my friend Michael and his wife hosted a party at their home in the Hamptons. There were several of us gathered together in festive conviviality, eating lobster, a frutti de mare with all the trimmings, emptying many bottles of great wine representing several varietals. When it came time for the cake, Michael did a ceremonious presentation with his inimitable gallantry, managing to keep all 33 candles lit and lambent with expectation. Imagine my surprise as the multi-tiered confection was set down before me fondant-embossed with a stranger's name in lieu of my own: Jost Van Dyke.

My first reaction was "who's undisclosed birthday are we celebrating, as well; and, how dare they steal my thunder!"

I knew Michael was an avid sailor. What I didn't know was that one of his favorite sailing excursions was sailing around Tortola then cross over to the neighboring island of Jost Van Dyke. It was on his most recent trip there, while walking along the beach, he found himself muttering repeatedly, "Jost Van Dyke, Joseph Dykes, Jost Van Dyke, Joseph Dykes..." Voila!

Michael announced to me and our fellow guests, in an impromptu rite of christening, that I should adopt Jost Van Dyke as my new name, whereby assuaging all future displeasure being referred to as plain Joe. The name resonated immediately. Thus, for the remainder of the evening, leading up to the present moment while typing this post, I have delightfully become "Jost".