Your Experiences with Unchanging Castings-Hexagram 47

[Olga Super Star]

A couple of years ago I asked nervously about whether I should agree to be cast in a certain role I'd been offered. I can't recall why I was so reluctant--I know I was busy, for one thing, and it was a large role with a big line load; but also, although I liked the play, I thought most people would not like it at all. I got 47uc.

My notes say: "I ended up doing it, and it was one of the best experiences I’ve had in theater, a great breakthrough for me as an actor as well." Also it was a huge hit, audiences loved it and we extended the run.

Wow that s a weird outcome.
The image is successful but I would have read it the opposite way had it been my cast.

47 makes me think of exhaustion, of words not believed. So I would tend to think it as unsuitable for acting.

But glad it went well.

 

[Hartloper]

Hello to all,

Still trying to solve the mess my outer life has turned into and feeling inexplicably blocked. It just seems like a matter of getting started with a step by step approach to see what works and what doesn't. But I feel completely blocked. Inexplicably so.

I inquired of the Yi: What can give me the strength to endure right now?

Received 47UC.

Shit, I thought, I'm doomed, there is nothing I can do. I don't feel self-pity. I would just like to find ways to get out of this sense of total confinement. I guess, the hexagram also talks about deep trust and carrying through without any outer confirmation or support.

Just felt like sharing this here.

Best,

jd

 

[Hartloper]

47UC as experience of being LOCKED UP IN A NAZI LABOR CAMP ...

Hello again,

I'm really not sure how much is safe for me to share on a public forum, but I would like to share a little more, because I believe it belongs in this thread and adds some flesh to that image of 47UC.

I realize my current sense of confinement with seemingly no way out is yet another round of "suffering in the shoes of my ancestors".

My car broke down in Holland, so I had to go back and fetch it. I ended up spending a wonderful mother&son weekend in my mother's country of origin (something we had never done before).

My unexpected visit culminated in a sole stroll through Amsterdam.

I walked to my grandfather's former place of residence. He lived there during the Nazi occupation of Holland with his best buddy who was my grandmother's brother. This brother got busted by the Gestapo (he was in the Dutch resistance) and ended up in a concentration camp (well, a forced labor camp, to be precise).

When I returned to Germany now, the good feelings dissipated quickly and that sense of confinement struck me.

So, I believe this 47UC also relates to the feelings of this Dutch great-uncle when he got locked up in a German labor camp.

I believe, we all live in some sort of energetic communion with our ancestors and their suffering can manifest in our lives in one way or the other until we raise it into compassionate conscious awareness.


It may sound strange, but I feel kind of grateful for this 47UC experience now, as hard as it might be. This great-uncle never talked about his time in the labor camp. He barely survived. While he was away his only daughter died of diphtheria. Still he remained a jolly good fellow, always helpful, and especially kind with the children in the family (my mother has very fond memories of him).

Until he died of a sudden heart attack at age 55 while doing what he loved (fishing) in his best buddy's arms (my grandfather whom I was named after).

I'm suddenly sobbing.

I know this is a public forum. But I feel I am sharing their story out of a sense of deep compassion and honoring of their struggle.

Maybe someone someday will browse through this 47UC thread feeling totally oppressed and find this entry helpful just like I have found helpful entries browsing here as a mere lurker.

Blessings to all,

jd

 

[light fixture]

Carrying on alone is the best we can do if we fail to recognize the love which surrounds us and has the potential to permeate us. However, such love is seldom shared and even less believed in the lake which we sit and stare at. That lake is typically shallow and lifeless. Sometimes we simply sit and stare at the wrong lake. But it is a consolation that our lake within need not ever go dry. Still, I've found on earth nothing so life-giving as sitting on the bank or in a boat of a richly fertile lake, a young daughter of heaven and earth; frog leaping and splashing, minnows in schools crowding the sun warmed shallows, and bigger fish hiding to ambush their morning meal, the raccoon family stealthily waiting to catch the bigger fish, the crawdad, fair game to feed protein hungry life forms. True life is not without death, and true death is not without life. The circle of life we ourselves can not, need not try to escape; it is the way. Being oppressed is only seeing one half of it.

 

[light fixture]

47UC as experience of being LOCKED UP IN A NAZI LABOR CAMP ...

Hello again,

I'm really not sure how much is safe for me to share on a public forum, but I would like to share a little more, because I believe it belongs in this thread and adds some flesh to that image of 47UC.

I realize my current sense of confinement with seemingly no way out is yet another round of "suffering in the shoes of my ancestors".

My car broke down in Holland, so I had to go back and fetch it. I ended up spending a wonderful mother&son weekend in my mother's country of origin (something we had never done before).

My unexpected visit culminated in a sole stroll through Amsterdam.

I walked to my grandfather's former place of residence. He lived there during the Nazi occupation of Holland with his best buddy who was my grandmother's brother. This brother got busted by the Gestapo (he was in the Dutch resistance) and ended up in a concentration camp (well, a forced labor camp, to be precise).

When I returned to Germany now, the good feelings dissipated quickly and that sense of confinement struck me.

So, I believe this 47UC also relates to the feelings of this Dutch great-uncle when he got locked up in a German labor camp.

I believe, we all live in some sort of energetic communion with our ancestors and their suffering can manifest in our lives in one way or the other until we raise it into compassionate conscious awareness.


It may sound strange, but I feel kind of grateful for this 47UC experience now, as hard as it might be. This great-uncle never talked about his time in the labor camp. He barely survived. While he was away his only daughter died of diphtheria. Still he remained a jolly good fellow, always helpful, and especially kind with the children in the family (my mother has very fond memories of him).

Until he died of a sudden heart attack at age 55 while doing what he loved (fishing) in his best buddy's arms (my grandfather whom I was named after).

I'm suddenly sobbing.

I know this is a public forum. But I feel I am sharing their story out of a sense of deep compassion and honoring of their struggle.

Maybe someone someday will browse through this 47UC thread feeling totally oppressed and find this entry helpful just like I have found helpful entries browsing here as a mere lurker.

Blessings to all,

jd

 

[Hashmotor]

Hi, Trojina:



I always see H.47 HARD PRESSING as an image of joy and life, no matters the hard circumstances. Maybe hard work of struggling for life. I saw the tree in the ring reminiscent of the GARDEN OF EDEN, full of JOY OF LIFE. Maybe challenging God's mandate, trusting in the promise of the snake, feeling like Gods. Of course, nobody´s perfect.

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Maybe the tree looks like a prisoner, but he is a lucky prisoner. Maybe the wall at first seems stronger, but the tree at last, in the long term, always defeats the wall. The root is stronger than stone.

I really appreciate these parts I quoted above from Charly, as they are especially meaningful now that I received 47uc as an answer to "Is it helpful to inform X that I am alone at home?"

I feel precisely like a lucky prisioner in spite of generally missing X. I took the answer as a No, it is not helpful to inform them anything. And I feel particularly well alone at home, focused on doing meaningful things, which in itself means pure joy and abudant life amid hard circumstances.

Also really worth mentioning "trusting in the promise of the snake", which I read as I have tasted the fruit of knowledge and am very aware of the responsibilities that stem naturally from it.

I am that tree, knowing that love is imperfect, feeling the strength of the roots.

Thank you for your beautiful input, it's such a profound approach to an otherwise just-hard view of 47uc.