Many images flowing through my mind, feels energetically very turbulent, thinking about the star that chooses to show itself in the early morning hours. This feeling of the thinning of the barrier between this realm and those connected. It feels fluid and moving. Time does not move in a linear fashion. The ancient ones are the future ones, and the future ones are the ancient ones. Time as a construct is changing. And there is an energy, a conscious being of sorts, that is very linear in nature. Everything must be measured, everything must fit neatly together, therefore the goal is perfection, and perfection means total control. It's sole need is to control its environment. And we upset the apple cart. Therefore the battle is delineated. The law of disorder is concurrent with the simultaneous need to assemble in structures of various types. It is a constant flowing of these energies, both backwards, and forwards, spiraling around one another in a timeless dance that can only be experienced to know. Both the "no-thing" and the "some-thing" creating the fabric of all perceivable realities.

For some reason it has me thinking of Medusa again. They didn't chop off her head because she was so bad. They did it to steal her power. They took her head as a form of stealing her magic and taking it for themselves. That's why they wore an image of Medusa's head into battle. Medusa represented an energy of expression that could not be controlled.