Close your eyes & open your insight to enter the Marigold Mind Meld.  Intuition explains that you can’t continue reading if you close your eyes until you understand you lament & learn with your skin & senses & that’s what this experience entails.  You read stories by syllables by line by stanza, but you also read by pressure & precipitation.  Symbols in specific order from the collective unconscious are received through the souls of your feet, so when you are walking on water but the well is dry, fill with buckets from the blood stream then float to the top to your home in the constellation.  

Plant the seeds, work the straw, & in the fall, the marigolds bloom yellow, orange, & gold, puffy & full of bees snoozing in the warm end-of-days afternoons.  The celebratory blossoms’ flowers honor the dead with petals blooming brightest on their last day, as they change to seed: the living & future in one bud, simultaneous sun & moon.  

Then, deadhead, peel apart the fragrant husk, & scatter the seeds to honor our mighty departed, a noble hope for next year & wish to grow with radiant roots, skeleton a stem, enlivened & connected to the molten core, so spark the smoke & signal success through the tests of time, the garden an alive alter tended to by the wheel of life. 

The veil is thin & the bridge is short, so bathe in the bizarre sunshine always accompanied by the support & adoration of life itself & every act, person, angel that brought you to be, the previous seeds that dreamt of being today’s marigold. 

Marigold is the final flower, a frilly companion plant bright to repel pests & darkness, a beacon to guide the season’s messages for golden grounding.

Halloween 2025