5/9 Power/Refinement Born
Today’s Mathematics for
May 9th (5/9):
Power/Refinement Born
Date: 5/9
Build: Power/Refinement Born
🜃 5 - Power/Refinement
Power is the force of truth manifested — the radiant expression of Knowledge and Understanding fused together. Power is not brute strength, but mental and spiritual authority, the capacity to influence reality through clarity, wisdom, and purpose.
Refinement is the process of purification, the shedding of falsehoods, impurities, and destructive ways so that Power may shine in its truest form.
☀️ "To possess Power is to radiate truth and to refine is to cleanse the vessel that holds it."
🜂 8 - Build / Destroy
Born is the completion — the manifestation of thought into physical reality. It is the act of bringing into existence that which was first held in the mind and soul. It is both the end of a cycle and the birth of the next spiral.
🌱 Build for Today:
"To be Born is to bring forth the seed planted by Knowledge, cultivated by Understanding, and powered by Wisdom."
The Iron Mystic’s Message:
The Power you refine today gives birth to reality. Whatever you focus your refined energy upon, you will bring into existence. So ask yourself:
What within me must be purified so that my Power is clear and true?
What am I giving birth to through my daily actions, thoughts, and words?
This is a day to cleanse your tools, sharpen your mind, and channel your strength into creation — not for ego, but for elevation.
Peace to the Gods and Earths. The Iron Mystic salutes you. 🛠️✨
Today's Horoscope for All from Cafe Astrology
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May 9th, 2025
The Moon spends the day in Libra, encouraging us to be fair and objective and to use our people skills. With this transit, we aim to compromise, make peace, and find the middle ground.
Harmonizing is more important to us than usual with this Moon, and it quite fortunately helps us see the other side of a story or situation.
The Libra Moon sensitizes us to social cues and relationship matters. Those things that are out of balance or unfair can be more noticeable.
Creativity: Good ~ Love: Good ~ Business: Good
Daily Journal of The Iron Mystic— a wise and radiant presence.
Daily Journal 5/8/25:
I feel like riding today.
Honestly, I feel like riding every day, but we’re still caught in the stubborn tail end of winter—like a guest who just won’t take the hint. Spring? She’ll grace us with a brief, flirtatious two-week appearance at the end of the month, only to be elbowed aside by Summer kicking down the door on June 1st.
Our summer lasts a solid three months
—just enough to remember what warmth feels like—
then winter, the true ruler of the calendar, returns for six long, brooding months.
The remaining three months are handed out like rationed blessings: two-week chunks of “not-so-horrible” weather sprinkled through the year like crumbs from Mother Nature’s moody banquet.
But hey, it’s not all bad. We’ve had more moisture this year than in the past several combined. The temps stay on the cool side… until they suddenly don’t.
So yeah—after a night of steady rain and weeks of soaked streets, when the sky cracks open, the sun steps out, and the mountains start to exhale green, all I want to do is take the bike out and ride to work instead of driving.
Don’t get me wrong—I love my Tahoe. It’s a beast. But my Harley? That’s a ritual. And it’s not just my Harley—I just love to ride, period.
I would ride more, go farther, take in the world through wind and throttle, if it weren’t for my trust issues. Not with people—those I’ve made peace with. I’m talking about my motorcycles. Both of them. Yeah, both.
I’ve been stuck at home because they wouldn’t start.
No warning, no explanation. Just stubborn silence.
I’ve also been stranded miles away, clicking the starter and hearing nothing but betrayal.
It makes a person long for the old carbureted engines—the kind you could coax back to life roadside with a screwdriver, a prayer, and maybe a kick in the right place. These new machines? They’re prima donnas. Too many sensors. Too many computers. Too many ways to say “no.”
And I’m not talking about forgetting the key fob—though yes, that’s happened. I’ve experienced it. My friends have experienced it. Annoying? Absolutely. But at least it’s solvable.
I’ve got backup keys for the gas tank because, well, I’ve learned. But I only have one key for the saddlebags. Lose that, and say goodbye to my cold weather gear and extra two gallons of go-go juice.
I’ve been out with a buddy—40 miles from home—and he’d forgotten his gas cap key. There we were, standing at the gas station like two philosophers staring into the abyss of an empty tank.
Then there was the time I stopped for a smoke and a few bike pics on a short local ride… and the Harley refused to start again. That same Harley has a mystery oil leak—top end, maybe. Requires serious disassembly to even find the source. It’s been on my “I’ll get to it” list for months.
Winter was the perfect time to tackle it. But instead, I sat by the fire, warm and cozy, wrapped in comfort and denial.
Now, I kick myself. Regret is a cold rider.
I should’ve spent more time in the shop, fingers numb, wrenching on frozen bolts, charging batteries, and keeping the old soul of the machine alive. Because now that Summer’s cracking its knuckles in the wings, I want to ride daily—but my two motorcycles both need a little love before they can give any back.
…And don’t even get me started on third gear. I haven’t had one since I bought the Harley two years ago. Some hero thrashed it before the repo, probably chasing burnout glory. Third gear? Overrated. Who needs it when you’ve got attitude and torque?
But for all its muscle, the Harley’s computer brain can shut the whole party down if even a throttle wire gets crimped. Can’t find neutral? No start. Tip it over without reciting the sacred startup incantation? No start. You get the idea.
And when you’re ready to ride home, and it won’t start, and someone’s backing up a trailer to haul your pride away? That’s when you understand the sacred importance of winter shop time.
Anyway—the rain’s stopped. The sun is winking. Temps are in the 50s now, 40s by the time I’ll be heading home.
Too cold for some.
But for me? It’s perfect.
I’ve got the gear. I’ve got the desire.
So, as the cool kids say:
Let’s Goooooo!
“Conversations with an Elder God”
is a a series of profound dialogues between mortal named Ilū-ittannu Amurrû, Šangû Mahhu and deity named Šarru-Kakkabu-Enkur, a journal of revelations that unravel the very fabric of human history, purpose, and deception.
Each entry in Conversations with an Elder God chronicles a new question posed by the seeker Ilū-ittannu Amurrû, Šangû Mahhu—questions of existence, destiny, and the veiled truths obscured by governments and institutions.
The god, Šarru-Kakkabu-Enkur, neither benevolent nor cruel, speaks with the weight of eons, dismantling myths, exposing lies, and illuminating the hidden forces that have shaped mankind’s journey.
As the days pass and the mountain echoes with divine wisdom, the spiritualist’s understanding of reality transforms.
What if the stories we were told about creation were never meant to empower us?
What if the limits placed on human potential were designed, not natural?
Through these sacred exchanges, the veil is lifted, revealing a world far more intricate—and far more deliberate—than anyone could have imagined.
Part mystical philosophy, part cosmic revelation, Conversations with an Elder God is a journal of awakening, a record of a seeker’s path toward enlightenment in the presence of a god who remembers when the first fire was lit.
The question is simple:
If you had the chance to ask an elder god the truth about existence—would you be ready for the answer?
