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Placebo Domingo, Nocebo Debango In a Jul/Aug 2009 issue of Nexus Magazine, Peter Arguriou writes of the placebo effect. Here's a quote: In double blind drug tests, placebo effectiveness rates range from one third to two thirds, with perhaps an average of half. For some anti-depressants, the range is up to three quarters. Often what occurs in testing, though this will regularly get manipulated no doubt, is that the tested drug is no better than the placebo. Thinking is believing. Believing is affecting. Mind over matter tends to get denied by the seance of science. Science believes that it is operating in Reality. Mind can manipulate, control matter. Religion exercises matter over mind - for instance, bleeding statuary that begets healing. Ritual makes virtual changes. Ceremony makes magic. In our powerful daze, circa now, technology massively uses the material to overlord the mind. We are in the realm of the overwhelm. Our i's are podded. Big effects seem to come from big causes. Tech tonics quake and we shake. True Believers of Almighty Spirit foist their super mind meld over matter to foster notions of the end of the world and other trance parentcies of G'awed the Farther meant to encourage the flocked to trance end the material world on their Way to the Divine Mind of High Heaven. Either way, it's the Placebo Domino effect. Pleasing the Powers in order to gain pleasing powers. What I find absurd is that no one sees that it is all just the mind. There's dense physical mind, emotional mind, etheric mind, etc. Everything on earth or in heaven operates on the same looping, changing, interpenetrating software. Mind really doesn't ultimately matter. It just thinks so. Thinking sows what matters. A stitch in time slaves mind. It's all quantum. When you observe it, it changes. This is so because it's all projections, dense or etheric. It's all a movie that you believe you are in cuz you leave your being. Once you believe in the software, you believe in every aspect of its manifestation - spiritual or material. Believing is seeing and seeing is believing.... but..... so..... what? The author in Nexus also speaks of the fact that you don't just feel better with a placebo, you don't just think that you are better. The effects are actually affective within the organism - you actually get better. Well... hallelujah! Whether it's the drug tested or the placebic effect: thinking is believing and believing is affective. What gets completely ignored by everyone is - - - so what. This too shall change, which is the deeper version of this too shall pass. Feeling better, and yes, verily, getting better, will, in glorious time, turn out and in to having you feel worse and get worse. Then ye shall need some mo better. To quote the author further: Suggestion happens. In other experiments, merely suggesting ill effects by a non-affective substance or procedure creates ill feelings and symptoms in nearly three quarters of the subjects. In other words, people can imagine their way to feeling worse, ill in effect, even more thoroughly than if they thought that a placebo would make them well. Chances are that fear of ill is more potent in the psyche than the desire for well. In our thick human past, ill was more normative than well I suspect. It got patterned and ignored because people wanted well, but denied facing their ills. Do you realize that all of this loopiness goes on constantly in everything? Creation creates: to.... and it creates: fro. Shift happens... and then it happens again. Do you realize that It is all ways just temporary, that it never cures suffering, even though the bad or ill may change? Do you see that changes happen, but that the notion of some power vector in which the doctoring cures ill is actually more happenstantial than it is affective? Belief will heal. Belief will ill. Belief is just the story made up around the endlessly cycling good/bad game of it all. And finally, ain't nothin' actually good/bad, but that good/bad game has played out to be the main Game. Normally, all of this changeola is fine. The linearity of projection has built in blinders and forgetters. Sure enough, you're sure enough if the local boogah boogah works, no matter if it's sophisticated or primal, material or spiritual. Magic happens, and magic is based on misdirection of attention. Ignorance happens way more than what gets called magic. At this shift from Piscean to Aquarian Age, with the end of the End Sign - Pisces - dissolving and therefore revealing all its imprints, we can see and feel the cause/effect placebo/nocebo very go round. Saturn had been in Virgo from 9/3/2007 until 7/21/2010. The densest physical trauma, pain and suffering of the human story had been inflamed. Personally, I was right on time for all of that back in 2007, and burnt crisply posthaste. At the time, I reminded folks that they and the collective would be going through mega loss and densified grinding. That did noticeably come about. It has been a rough time for most folks. The body and personality, and what people call their life, collapsed and contracted in acute ways. Many still deny hellishness (it's all good you know) and thereby shove their Sisyphean boulder farther up their heavenly hill. Uppers are the greatest foisters of Downer syndrome. When belief bubbles pop, when those spiritual and material upperisms collapse... it's an almighty Big One. God's wrath wroughts woe. Notions like the Second Coming are just BlowBack of what goes up and up and up and must come down with a Nocebo Bango. You can only placebo so long and then the Wheel turns crushfully back upon you. Pleasing the Lord circles round to displeasing results. Ignorant folks can easily blame me as a cause for effects. Oooooo, he's saying bad things and therefore he's making bad things. They can't get their heads out of their unconscious tales of cause and effect. If I'm not saying only Good things, only God things, then I'm a Bad Thing making Bad Things. What could be more stupid? Wake up and smell the neuroses of the socioPATHologic ignorance of lock step schlep‘o’rama in Dreamland. I point to what is ignorant for therein lies the suffering. I don't like to see folks suffer. Tis an old habit of this old hobbit. Can you see the endless madness around blind believery in cause/effect? Can you see the endless blame/shame of the Game and how it's nothing but a silly distraction from your own being? The Game is just noise. It is vuvuzelas of om sweet om. It's the drone of drones as everyone behives their selves like bees after honey in the projection machine... running after good and running ahead of bad. Everyone chases the projections. Everyone wants it better. It's the Placebo Domino Effect. Onwards upwards everwards, but It includes the endless denial and obscuration of the - backwards downwards neverworks of It All. So listen clearly.... now is the time to recognize that It is all a Dream, heaven and earth inclusive, and that you can realize your own being and turn off the Game for you. The poof is in the choosing. Put All aside in the projection machine that has never been you. You have never been in It. It just thinks you that Way. Let It play as you play with it. If you believe. If you placebo with the domino. If you believe you can work It and Win, you'll lose your being. And ignorant of that loss, you'll march ever after ever over ever onwardly to the Big Win in the Will Owes til debt do you parse while giving credit to the Big One. Saturn just passed through the end of the first half of the Zodiac. It has turned the corner after peaking out in the Grand Arc of It All. Now it's moving towards The End of the Zodiac in Pisces. What goes Out must come Back. See what I mean about the Second Coming? It's just the Re-Turn. See the effects of the software and let go of notions of great goodness coming round to sift and save in the hum of the drum. The Good and the Bad are in full swing. The more you believe Bad, the more you'll be thunked to think that the Good/G'od is on its way. Even if you see that It does... this too shall pass. That too shall pacify... until it doesn't. The more you think you've got It Good, the more the Bad will catch up with you. You can't just get Good. But, because everyone is believed into thinking so, that pressure bubble mounts until it pops into Big Bad times. That's why we now have so many darknesses in the Mayan strain and drain colander. We see the bad that we ignored when we wished only for good. What we are seeing now is what we haven't seen. We can become unignorant. That's why I say what I say and say what I see... so that what has been shadowed can be illuminated. In2light is not in2Good/God. The planets are in full shift. Saturn is in Libra to stay. Mars joins it on 7/29. They oppose Jupiter and Uranus in Libra while all four of them T-cross to Pluto in Capricorn. The Beginnings, the Middles and the Ends are lined up gloriously in full archetypal essence. It won't last too long. Shift happens, again and again. But you can now realize the elegant just-so-ness as the Dream aligns in three of the Four Directions. Call it Harmony, but within the limits of the noise that never ends as the Wheel grinds yin to yang and yang to yin. There is no End other than if you think so. There is no Begin unless you think more so. There is your being. All the rest is unrest that never ends and always begrinds you unless you clear your identification in It. Mercury heads into Virgo, which it rules, on 7/27. Venus enters Libra, which it rules, on 8/6. Tidy, ay? There is auspicious alignment these days. But the polarization is roaring. Those who buy the unconscious linearity of belief and projection, will ignore the pole that gives them the shaft, the shaft of light. So things aren't going to go light. Things are going to go heavy. Uranus backs into the End, the end of the Zodiac in Pisces on 8/13, a Friday. That won't be bad luck. It'll just be a lack of look. Ignorance, especially the massive ignorance wrapped in belief, is about to ride rough. The unconscious is ready to spew. The depression of oppression gets big and bigger. Systems of order break downwardly. The uppity hit the gravity of their ignorance. Collapse enrapts. Tensions will be released. Quake and bake shakes the take. The greed of unkindness reaps its own reward. Need and greed. Greed and need. The grind of the mined comes home to ruse. You can be through this if you be. If you believe. If you belie. If you behave.... you will be burdened. You will be a burden. You will not be your self. You will be what you think and you will be what they think you must be thus making others righteously wrong and they you til dearth do you parse. Choose your being and leave beliefs and behaves behind. Be and choose or lose your self in gain of the Game. Rhonda Byrne's next book is The Power. She's the now uber rich lady who ripped off The Secret from the Hicks's and seems to be leaving a well slimed trail... First The Secret, now The Power. Surely we'll get blessed by The Glory. Hosannah! You wonder how many Secretions followers are wallowing in their riches in our current economy. The Law of Attraction folks always ignore the Law of Repulsion that comes with the bargain. I reckon that Rhonda byrnes is in her own hell whilst selling her pathway to High Heavin'. Power, the karmic shadow of power, is what is coming down hard and heavy for the next dozen years as Pluto glides through Capricorn. What goes up, what is Madoff with, what ascends will descend, crush and Byrne tra la tra la tra la. Getting only gets the getter. End times will reveal such, abundantly. Be with. Share with... in kind. Grabbing only glorifies the power broker's greed in every deed. We've had more than enough of all That, spiritual and material. Fuck Ayn Rand, the Rand corporation and ayny arsonwhole who burns the desire stick at both ends while preaching holy patrimony. You can see it coming, in fact it's already here.... Alzheimer's will never be cured. There is soooo much money to be made in the industry of putting carcasses into suspended, needful hell that can be pumped for many years. The Pharma Phucks will make sure that gramps and granny will live a loooooong time in some nether world... ripe for pluckery. Allopaths are more insane than most anyone really lets on. It's time for medical care workers who are conscious to go on strike over the abusive, illusory, life sucking, messiantic sham o rama. The Vatican recently re-confirmed that the ordination of women as priests is as grave an offense as paedophilia. It's a fact. Look it up. Why any woman, or men of conscience, can support such pathotic oppression........ It just shows to go ya that the Pope shits on all the woulds unbearably. Not to be out done by the Romans..... Muslims ala Iran get their rocks off by stoning bad people, especially their favorite target: women. Did you know that they bury the sinner up to their waist before the stoning begins, just to make it Divinely fair, but for women, they bury them up to their breasts. If you can wiggle out and get away before they kill you, it's all in a good days judgment, but it turns out that it's a whole lot harder to wriggle out if you're buried all the way up to your breast. Tough titties gals. Mo'hammered! This site is actually quite legit. I've seen it highlighted in mainstream media for its boldness in its intent to end the madness of wacky Islamic practices and violence. Check out the video only if you are able, but the site's text is worthwhile. http://www.apostatesofislam.com/media/stoning.htm Didjya know that NY Stock Exchange members made the most profits ever in 2009? How's that for a recession? Amerika is not a level playing field of free market economics. Four out of five workers applying for jobs will not get it, even if they put in hundreds of applications. China now uses more energy than any other country in the world. I reckon the USA is really going green, with envy. One third of Africans are fundamentalist Christian. Slavery comes in many forms. The Prez has been aggressively upgrading Amerika's nuclear weapons systems. While seeming to be pro disarmament. The more I see, the more I see this guy's deception and I don't like it. Fuck the Tea Party. Fuck Obama. The Armed Services just set another monthly record for suicides. Dengue fever has gotten a hold in the US, establishing itself in Key West and moving north. It's hemorrhagic and there's no cure. Parts of the Caribbean have been rather epidemic with it. Like Lyme's disease, it was developed in US labs as a bio weapon. Do we have another nasty vector that either accidentally got out of the lab or has it been set loose by them thar vile doers? Hellelujah! The IMF cancelled Haiti's debt, a quarter of a trillion. Praise be. Who knows? Maybe wild and wacky Sean Penn had more than a little to do with keeping the pressure on that issue. That's veddy nice indeed, but didjya know that whole countries that pledged money haven't given a dime. The most egregious is slimy France, you know the country that let many thousands of elderly folks die during the extreme heat wave several years ago as the youngin's lounged lizardly on the Cote d'Azur. The Frenchies who had colonized Haiti with beaucoup slaves pledge even less money than Canada, even though they have nearly twice the population, but haven't given one Franc. Voudou is comin' down Frankly! 2010 is already the hottest year ever. Massive storms, both summer and winter are hallmarks of this sort of global climate roastisserie as well. Bubbles, bubbles, broils and troubles. Check out Crude Awakening, a doco on the actualities of our well oiled slide into severe economic crunch due to our petrol wane. Big oil companies are already beginning to switch to natural gas. (See GasLand) Wait til you see what a mess that'll be, right in your own back yard. Speaking of HellishBurden, Dick 'The Dick' Cheney is also having a crude awakening. The Heartless One is now heartless. He no longer has a pulse, literally. He is walking dead, a robo cock. His chest of greed no longer beats with a true human heart. He has a pump in thar that runs constantly... no pulse... no beat.... May the energizer bunny not be with him. There's more and more info coming out around the human body's makeup, that we are a truly bizarre community with an extreme minority of actual human DNA cellie wellies. Please give this article a read - How Microbes Defend and Define Us - http://www.nytimes.com/2010/07/13/science/13micro.html By the by, praise be to the NY Times. They really uncover amazing stories with excellent aplomb and writing. Enough of such a bevy of heavy. Here's a fountain of fun, frolic and friskiness.... This girl's got balls, including a killer knuckle ball, and at 13 she's the best Little League of her age group in the country. She ain't lost a game in four years and wants to change the world. This pitcher runneth over.... her competition. Here's a goldie oldie from TV land of yore. It's Fernwood 2 Night. More recently than Fernwood, there's Deadwood, my all time favoritest serial show. It was an HBO three season, 36 episode saga set in a gold camp of ill repute and infamy. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deadwood_(TV_series) We live near Tombstone, Arizona. A water line goes right by our place from the Huachuca mountains to Tombstone some thirty miles down hill. The pipe belonged to Wyatt Earp's water company. It still works all these years later. Eva read voraciously of Tombstonian stories when she was a child in Hungary. Little did she know that I'd be bringing her here so many years later. Way to manifest baby! Here's some tomes of great worth... Mark Twain told it like it was... Can we have a Soul to Soul exchange? Give a listen to Orchestre Poly-Rythmo de Cotonou Dahomey. And while we are at it, let me invite you to the Cave of the Painted Hands... Maybe you are feeling catatonic and need a kitty tonic... Though nature has been thoroughly Shanghaied, the Brits have done a wondrous job at the 2010 Expo. Have a look/see at their Seed Cathedral...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kq_GVcApKDQ I've been on board with the Ma Roller for many a decade. If you want a simple and effective portable tool for relaxation and health, check this out: http://www.themaroller.com/ And because I love ya, let me plant one on ya's... Even though End Times feel like the kiss of death, the kiss of life carries on for whatever its worth for whatever you're worth. Smooches on yer being, Mark Krueger
You Win Some. You Learn Some. Happy Bastille Day mes amis! Liberate from all prisons! Joi your vivre baby! It's my birthday. 58 years. Numerologically, I'm a 29/11/2. 58 is 29 times 2. It's also the 33rd anniversary of my becoming an astrologer. And my In2light has been delivering in2sight for over 11 years. Purdy numbers. From here on, I see it all as my Be day. There's a week of respite now, post eclipses, until it ramps up up and aweigh mateys. The unanchoring begins on the bon bon voyage in uncannyland. 7/21 - Saturn enters Libra. This sets up the really potent T-cross of Cardinal rich-in-lieu-of-worth Signs. Saturn opposes Jupiter/Uranus in earliest Aries with all of that crossed to Pluto in earliest Capricorn. See the Game. 7/22 - Sun enters Leo, which it rules. Oh baby, oh baby. The baby bits inflame inflamously. The Inspiration of InCarNation has led us to the ladder daze skankhood of the oily bird gets the verminished life of ExCarNation. We broke it, we broketh. The money machine - the moneylenders in the temple - throw out, throw up and throw down. The Profit speaks loudly and carries on with its limp schtick in a deflation of worth with great entropic thunder. The Son also rises again and again, just like the Dow Chemical Jones of it all until Accounting Day. Boom boom boom in the big bust babylon... See the Gamebits. 7/23 - Jupiter goes retrograde in Aries, marching to the NeverLookingGlass of the Pisces cusp. Borders are coming unraveled. Birth is still birth. Death is still dearth. The imagination of Creation rides the Knight's Mare, teeth in the bit, reining nothing at full gallop polarity toward electile dysfunction. The weals of government are more wasted than ever and grind to halted harangues of hashed hope. See the Gaminess. 7/24 - Jupiter in Aries squares Pluto in Capricorn. The King shall lose his head. The underworld shall overstand while the minions try to understand the overworld. God offal messiantics ensue. Being used is apparent. Being used by God is transparent. Incarnation is just kidding around the Wheel while death is the premise of blessed ending. Hopeful is hopelessly happystancin' in the regular grind drip drip drip of the cup de Grace. See the Gamewarden. 7/25 - Full Moonia in Cancer/Capricorn. Life and death issues are life and death issues. Add nauseaum. Add infinitum. Add lessons to multiply the divide and conquering of subtracted being. For every body there is an equal and apostate bodily reaction of blind believery. The chicken shit are coming home to roost, to boost. Birds of the Father flak together. Nothing gets done. Everything gets undone. The dumb and deaf blinder their eye pods and attempt to pluck the sight from the seeing. See the Game parked. 7/26 - Saturn in Libra opposes Uranus in Aries most precisely on the Equinotical points. Life balances on the horns of dilemma. Death increases its RAM. It's hard to get going when you greatly remember all the times you went. Mercury in Leo opposes Neptune in Aquarius, too. Thinking is believing and believing is thinking. Neither is involved with seeing. Mad projections project madly in 4D, no glasses required. The Game seize you? 7/27 - Mercury enters Virgo, the Sphinx Point. Yer human's got the blues. The grinding greating noise of the hallelujah requirements of flesh and blood lust longs the short of It. If only you did.... more. If only you sinned.... less. If only you lessened your sins and moored your mores, and especially your amores... oy vey. Maybe you can just see the syn of the salivation game that keeps you keepin' on and on and on. Hu manifest is just the messy antics of the human fest. You can't get it right and you'll never get to keep what's left. The straight and narrow is ye olde rut. Dump the chump machine. Seethe the Game. 7/28 - A day of unrest. Unplay the Game. 7/29 -Mars into Libra. Blasted be the Peace makers for they fuck up you just being and playing and instead project out fears in the name of Love. It don't work. It just works ya, and all of us in the off all of the all of us while trying to get it on. The attack dogs the fear mongers. See their game. 7/30 - Mars in Libra opposes Uranus in Aries with the Moon joining martially. Fear fights back because of affronts. Love attacks reactively. The messy antics are full on. There's no going back. There's a lot of going affront. Rude and crude well up and down pour slick as shit and dark as ignorance. Game on and on and on. 7/31 - Mars conjuncts Saturn in Aries, both of them closely opposing to Uranus in Aries. Enter the achtunggon baby. The Nasties are loosin' and goosin' in step with the Fartherland. The Profits march you to the Fartherland of Moor vs. Lessens of G'awed. Jesus whiz Allah over the place. The Crudesades are evident and evidently more crude and Sade than we could have imagined.... but should have known. It's a gusher. It's a gasher. It's a midnight slasher. There's more to come on the August occasion that we serfvive the lordosis of summer. Later all you Gaters. See it for what it is. The Game is in flames. It crashes and burns just as you in sooo many ways have crashedeth and burndedeth. Let it burn and crash. Come out from the Crush. It is not you. You aren't going anywhere, good or bad, like you think. The software just thinks you that Way. Be. But don't Be Still. Don't be Being. Don't Beatify. Don't be little. And don't beehive. Be. See the tricksters the tracksters and the trucksters. All the smart shit entrained for hauling assets is coming to an end. Because of post peak a boo oil, all the fears come out that were unconsciously rapt in the greed. See for yourself. Unsieze for your self. See. Be. Choose and unloose. The key is not to get free... or free stuff. The key is that you weren't ever locked in the prison in the first or last place. There's nothing to Bastille. There's nothing to get. There's nothing that's got you. Be. In the last two years, the oil and natural gas industries spent one third of a billion dollars lobbying in Congress. Oil field leasing and drilling equipment are taxed at one third of the usual business tax rates. Not bad for sliming Nemo. Wanna see the implications of the Gulf petrohemorrhage? Grave concerns, n'est pas? Here's a story of a woman who really has The Golden Rule has de-alchemicalized into the Lead Rule: Do unto others before they do unto you. So it goes in the topsy turvied End Times as we melt through the Cloaking Glass. In the weeks ahead, Uranus and Jupiter retrograde out of the alpha Sign of Aries as they back into the omega Sign of Pisces. With this remarkable pairing of transits, you can see the ExIt - EndTrance seams of the Dream. The Dream seems dreamy until you see the seams..... then it is more than a little unseemly. All seems fine and dandy until this once every 26,000 year window appears between the Piscean and Aquarian Ages (which was preceded two millennia before by the shift from the Arian into the Piscean Age). You can see the Christ-ChiRho, the Kris-Kringle, the Santa-Satan, the Jesus-Judas and the God-Dog of It All. The Second Coming is only an echo in the Dream machine, a sort of inside out re-incarnation affair. The hope is that you can go back to the future past and amend what you meant. Alas, and soon to be a lack, the Second Coming has been IdiotSinCretic. The lowest common needdaminator has manifested the Second Helping - that pc JC dream of the survival of the fattest. As the Wheel turns, Inspiration becomes Expiration. We're just reading the UsedBy - UseBuy date on the bottom of It All. As All Ways, the Wheel shall keep on turnin' in the Proud Merry Go Round.... But do you want to get off what you've never been on? Choose. Be. The Choice Life can't be conned by the pros. Life has always been an abortion on its deathward march. Ignorance begets the selling and buying of premised lands beyond the dearth of death. In ignorance you leave your being in order to believe in begetting until the Wholly BeGotten One comes two your rescue in the intrinity of the sacred scheme. Now see the numbered Game in these numbered daze. Choose. Be. Happy Be day to you all, Mark Krueger
The Vanity of Humanity Is Insanity How fare ye in this Grind Cross? It's very easy to be very angry and volatile these days. Express but do be aware. One can explode with deepwater sludge reaching the horizon. The Grand Cross wanes somewhat during the week after the Fourth of July. It won't be done until 7/22 when the Sun enters Leo, and of course it'll have its last amperage on 7/21 when Saturn reenters Libra. Uranus goes retrograde 7/5. You're already feeling the stall before the storm. Mercury enters Leo on 7/9 which will also help ease the vise grips of polarity in these Grand Crossroads times. Venus heads into the Sphinx Point of zero Virgo on 7/10, right before the Solar Eclipse in Cancer on 7/11, the Day of Convenience. Purity is junk this year. The grind of Saturn in Virgo carries on with all manner of bodily and personality ills. Ugh. It's the human incarnate incessant pool. The shit has been floating to the top. Flush as best you can. Don't believe all the myriad complaints and tribulations, but do pay attention to them. If ignorance isn't faced, it mounts up in very fearful situations in the years to come. That's not a threat or curse. It's just the trends. Those that deny or buy transcendence react the most because blinders to the unconscious. Such strategies can minimally work in easier times. Nowadays, turning an unsightly ignorant eye to the shadow only begets massive blowback, along with spewage on to others who will not at all appreciate your vain ignorance. Wake up and smell the psychosis. It's not you, but it's up to you to dissolve your identification in it by seeing and unwinding. Have a session with me. There's never been a better time. We do get a slight pause before the onslaught of Pandora's Unboxing Daze that begin the last third of July. Go forth with jewel i, not i in various pods. Hear me? The planets are in fabulous alignments, wonderful for manifestation if you let go of the sludge and live choicefully. For those who are burnt to a total crisp, mostly that doesn't matter. You are seeing all the way through the Game, suffering included. I'm with you. What burns away is not you. You is you and you is fine but oh oh oh the grind.... We live in unresting times. Sleep and energy can be scarce and pain can be awfully noisy. Please please be easy with yourself. Don't take guff. Don't give it. Express to the perps who are criminal but let them go on their unmerry way. Don't feed the monsters. Don't starve those who support you. Let love go about its business without worshipping it. As I've said many times, give up beliefs. When Yupiter yumps back into Pisces along with Uranus beliefs will way heavily on you in the tsunamic waves ahead. Don't row row row your boat, nor set sail. Cruise without bruise as best you can. The crazymakers are going nutzoid all the way. The sky is not falling, but dimensions are collapsing. The squeeze is on. Shadow gets projected out rabidly. Stay away from the old yellers. Recognize that you have shed immense amounts of karmic baggage in the last decade. Allow your buoyancy to support you, despite the total weariness that you feel. Float and allow the fart bubbles. You're okay. Mostly They are not okay. But you're okay. Okay? As the muggles struggle, remember to snuggle, remember to juggle. Nothing seems as it appears. Congress has saved derivatives for the banks while making erstwhile regulations. Slaps on their wrists. The industry will figure work arounds of oppression and exploitation in no time. Congress has also made sure that the National Rifle Association is exempt from legislation to curb corporate influence. Sounds like more gang bangs for their bucks. The fuck heads continue to shoot us in our moral footing. Thereby doth empire topple. The new British coalition government is slashing spending by 25 per cent, the greatest cut in 80 years. I smell heavy deflation, with wages shutdown even further. Of course, guess what..... corporate taxes will be cut from 28 to 24 per cent. What a surprise. In the usual pattern of the victim enabling the abuser's behavior, Gulf Coast residents are screaming for the end of Obama's six month moratorium on deep water drilling. They just gotta have those jobs, even though the dangers have become evident concerning these riskier drilling scenarios. It's true that the safety record of these coastal wells has been exemplary as far as catastrophic leaks are concerned. But it is clear that many wells are deficient in their protection against blow out and that the odds are catching up with their greedy ends. You can't begrudge folks wanting some decent paying jobs. The moratorium would send some of the idle rigs to foreign waters, and lower paying American jobs would be lost. But really... how many jobs are lost and will continue to be lost to this massive spill? Most folks will not be reasonably compensated, especially those related to the tourist and housing industry. I doubt that even the fishing folks will get well covered. The lawyers will get rich, as always. Speaking of the fisheries..... some karmic goop is backwashing. Back in the 1970's during and after the Vietnam war, southeast Asian peoples resettled into the Gulf Coast and began supplanting whites in the fisheries industries. They were treated with great hate. Now, karmuppance for the white folks that bemoan the loss of their way of life may be upon them. The Asian folks' ongoing karmic patterns of being crushed by fate looks like it will carry on. It's difficult to watch. Downtrodden folks tend to continue in downtrodden stories. Unless any and all of us face these patterns, they'll continue. Good and bad have nothing to do with it. What is ignored persists, that's all; and in these Endful days, perfect waves of ignorance mount up mightily. No judgment, but lots o daze, nevertheless..... evertheless, in this case. The French World Cup football team showed its true karmic colors by self annihilation as they lost in the first round. There was controversy about how they even got into the Group, perhaps unfairly so because of their behavior in a qualifying match with Ireland. I reckon the French have some karmic comeuppance from Zidane's bizarro headbutt in the 2006 championship match as well. He said afterwards that an Italian player had insulted his sister. Jeez, do you think any French men have ever insulted any women? One wonders as they wander. The whacky French coach has made a muddle of managing his team. One of his uniquities is that he plays certain players not on their performance, but on their astrological Signs. Maybe he needs a new astrologer. I am available monsieur. In one of the great quotes of all time, said coach spoke of his team saying that his team's behavior was --- an aberration, an imbecility, a stupidity without name. Welcome to the Dream mon ami. At End Times, revelations illuminate the chronic plight of the grinding of the Wheel. One refreshing note: Israel has lightened up the Gaza blockade. Maybe there's some light entering their tunnel vision. If you'd like to see just how truly whacky Sarah Palin is, check out the Oct. '09 Vanity Fair article about her. She is certainly a SAP - stupid American princess. It's worse than you even thought. And in further space junk news.... the shit has gotten so myriad in our orbit that it is now tipping over to be an extremely serious problem. One wonders if they've even shit canned manned space flights because of the dangers. Per humanity's usual insanity, the powers that be are now ramping up technologies to go up and clean the trash. Mayhem is coming... everywhere. I've also read that satellite companies are not replacing aging units because of the economy and we may begin to see degradation of service, if not outright loss of networks of services, even if the splatniks aren't hammered by our inevitable detritus. In Michael Ruppert's DVD - Collapse, he speaks of the convergence of perfect waves of big ignorant organization going into big entropy... thus the title: Collapse. Here's a tidbit - for every calorie of food we eat in the modern world, it takes ten calories of energy to produce and ship it, not to mention all the other forms of waste along the way. Do you see? Do you feel? Can you smell the red tide of toxic madness that is upon us? It's not biblical. It's just plain old ignorance writ large, writ largesse. Here's a fractured fury tale. I highly recommend the film GasLand and its web site: http://www.gaslandthemovie.com/ GasLand is an excellent doco that is airing on HBO. It was made by a regular guy who kept following the bread crumbs of the story despite no experience with making a movie. In NY/NJ/PA, 15 million people enjoy the cleanest municipal water in the world. It comes from the Catskill/Delaware watershed and requires no treatment. There's a current moratorium of a few months on this evil sort of gas drilling by ---- Halliburton ---- who else? --- but if they go ahead, the water will be ruined. Everywhere with great greed, these monoculture dinosaurs are going after their old dead brethren, long ago crushed and compressed and neatly stashed away in their deserved burial grounds called gas and oil fields. Now, Hollowburden and their ilk are ravenously digging up this noxious stuff in the name of cleangreen - natural- gastliness. Several years ago I witnessed the air of NW Colorado be completely ruined by gas drilling, not to mention a whole way of life in which one could live peacefully, beautifully on the home, home on the range.... The Cheney gang have made sure that Halliburton has an exemption in the Clean Water Act so that they can rape and pillage all they want without any liability. This is corporate Terrarism. It's everywhere. There's an obscure Wyoming county (the Dick who shoots his friends home state) that has been gas well raped so that now it has air quality worse than LA. No shit. Pure to purely offal in a matter of months. I've seen it. It's coming to where you live, have a look. The grotesque Dallas/Ft.Worth metro area has of course had massive drilling of gas fields in their area. Their emissions are greater than all of the vehicles in said area. Natural gas drilling and pumping - especially the hydraulic fracturing kind called fracking, is an absolute ruination of nature. These crazy corpofuckers go in and drill and blast the shale lids on all this toxic nastiness in search of unnatural gas. Then the crap ends up in the entire underground water system for large areas, permanently. The result includes the killing of life and tap water you can light on fire. Ya gotta see this thing. I mean it. GasLand. It sums up the entire mess we are watching happen throughout the world. Do you want this abomination coming to your peaceful, rural environs? The drilling isn't just the problem, though it takes something like 500 tanker trucks of water just for one well and a total of over a 1000 truck loads of all sorts of crap per well just to dig the damn thing. After the well is in place, it constantly fumes off horror show chemicals of the worst, carcinogenic sort and creates a cloud of nastiness that actually obscures the clear blue skies of unpopulated regions. Of course, then it creeps downwind and adds to the nightmares in the atmosphere. Do you recognize that human technology is actually holocaustic? Knowledge is power... power is ignorance... the ignorance of power is the destruction of the webs of intelligence beyond the ignorant power knowledge. We're just smart enough to be ever so dangerous, while being ever so arrogant. The vanity of humanity is insanity. I'll say it again... The vanity of humanity is insanity. In the big organization of modern life, big entropy now rises up. There's a term - Energy Descent - that is used in eco speak. We are rapidly arcing over into ever so difficult recovery of the energy that we have so vainly wasted. We wanted lot and we wasted lot and now we will indeed want lot. If we choose to waste not, we will want less... in every sense. If not, revelations brings massive loss riding up the ass and assets of our Big Gain. Yesterday, I happened to catch the documentary: End of the Line. It's about our wasting of the oceans. This is something that I've spoken of for decades. Also yesterday, Eva brought home the Sunday NY Times magazine with its cover article entitled: Tuna's End. And last night I Pretty much the oceans of the Earth will be depleted of the fisheries that people have raped by 2050. Gone. Another collapse, but one that is the entire web of the watery planet. Things like fish farming are ludicrous. Forty per cent of the world's fish catches are now being ground up for use in fish farms. Mercury and such is built up in the top of the food chain species like tuna. Blue Fin tuna, the stuff of the finest sushi, is imminently collapsing. Europeans may be as much at fault as the Japanese. Americans do their part as hearty consumers. Basically, if you eat Blue Fin tuna, you are eating the equivalent of a tiger. It's obscene. These magnificent predators, warm blooded actually, are being hunted to extinction. Mitsubishi corporation apparently is stockpiling them frozen for when they become extinct so that they can get absurd prices for the carcasses. Huge waste of all sorts of species happen at the fishing boat. Then there's all the shipping through various wholesale/retail levels. I've seen the wastage that happens at the restaurant level and in people's homes. And with all of this, if these species get to your pie hole for a night on the town or blind consumption in front of the telly, you'll shit it out twelve hours later... and that's how these species, whole webs of life and ecosystems have been wiped out. They've gone to shit... and now... they go to shit, perhaps never to return, even before they get to our greedy gastrointestinal system. It is more than shameful. The Vanity of Humanity Is Insanity. The Cove was filmed illegally. It's inspired by the original Flipper trainer Ric O'Barry who started all this dolphin mess in the 1960's TV series. He had the key Flipper girl die of depression in his arms, and by the next weekend he had broken into a dolphin training compound and liberated one of these cetaceans. A team of extraordinary skills and equipment go to Taiji, Japan to pull off this illegal operation. It's quite something. They did it. This one village provides all the Sea World and Swim with the Dolphins critters in the world. The fisher people get huge bucks for them. Then the rejects are corralled around to The Cove wherein they are slaughtered for meat that is falsely sold as whale meat even though it has 5000 times the allowable amount of Mercury. I've said it before; I'll say it So I encourage you to avail yourself of these fine reportages. It takes guts to do so. I know. But doom and gloom ignored is how we got this god offal mess. Ignorance has never worked, but it'll forever work you if you buy into it. End Times brings everyone and everything to see the accumulation of ignorance. JC has nothing to do with it. It's not His judgment days. It's our judgment our own ignorance and sins have nothing to with it, nor salvation. We are straining and draining in the Colander of Maya. Ignorance is suffering. The belief that looking at suffering and ignorance will give you suffering is just the ignorance talking. If you don't see, you can't say and you can't choose. Crazed beliefs in some Chosen One only leads you deeper into ignorance, but in our case, our time, that means hell incarnate. Folks aren't going to hell cause they sinned and JC and the SonShine band says so. Hell arrives eventually when you buy the Heaven that gets sold as the promised premised landing. It's all ignorance. And ignorance will now have its way with us. Today is a daze that will live in Ignoramy. We have nothing itself but fear fearing fear. So... don't get over it. Don't transcend it. Don't believe and don't believe it. Get off the pyramidal schemings in de Nile. Let thy peep hole go. Be. See. Say and play. There is no Chosen One or Ones. But you my dear friends can be choosin' ones. It won't make the suffering go away, but it will make it really quite smaller in scale, and meanwhile you can realize your being so that you can enjoy the peace, delight and freedom of your being as the Wheel grinds on. I watched a 2005 PBS series: Slavery and the Making of America. I learned a lot. I felt even more as I watched the systematic dehumanization of the Negro. More will yet have to be said, and amended, relative to Native Americans. But blackness... it stands out. Did you know that several days after the end of the Mayan calendar there will be the 150th anniversary of the Emancipation Proclamation? 1/1/2013. And did you know that it didn't free everybody anyway, not including all the re-establishment of apartheid after the Civil War. Circa 1650 AD, slavery in the western white world was getting codified with it pretty much legalized in the USA by 1661. It branched off from indentured servitude which was a system wherein you could get a start by working land for a wealthy owner, eventually earning your freedom and the land in seven years or so. The rich folks didn't really want that bargain to end. Consider today's financial credit industry and tell me if there's any less indenturement. Uranus/Neptune were conjunct in Sagittarius leading up to the legalization of 1661 when Neptune was just into Capricorn. I've always read Sag as the Sign concerning freedom and otherwise. The powers dangled future freedom, whilst keeping you enslaved, and then rewriting the rules to take full control. Capricorn is about control and the corporate mono culture agenda. Now that Pluto is in that Sign, we will see all the abuses of their power. The charter companies and such that were running these different schemes are the precursors of today's corporations. They are notably inhumane. The Stono Slave Rebellion of 1739 begat further comprehensive legislation on the way to make slavery legitimized. By then Uranus was in Capricorn and Pluto in Scorpio, with all the repression that implies. With the American Revolution, sociologies got reshuffled. New York had massive slave populations but some amount of blacks had worked their way to so-called freedom. All of that worsened as racism took its toll. Jefferson and the like were true hypocrites in all of this. As most blacks became born citizens of the continent, and as the oppression worsened, slave resistance increased to the point of the enactment of the Fugitive Slave Act of 1850. This is when the whole story darkens incredibly. Civil War could be tasted on the horizon. Neptune was in Pisces with all the depressive, repressive implications that we'll see unwind from 2011 to 2026. Echoes happen! In 1850, Saturn/Pluto/Uranus were in Aries, all retrograde, backing off the cusp of Taurus for Uranus/Pluto. The subsequent Uranus/Pluto conjunction was in 1965-66 in Virgo, the height of the Civil Rights movement. Abolition and Suffragism was raging in 1850, and likewise in the 1960's. Get the picture? Basically, people want to be and the law and the powers that be won't let them be. War happens and people take it to the streets. In the progressed chart of the Fugitive Slave Act, the outer planets have yet to move out of Aries, but the Sun is right now conjuncting Neptune in Pisces. More shall be revealed around this whole issue of race, including strong side notes like Mexican immigrant identity and such. By the time of the Dred Scott Decision in which the Supreme Court horridly nailed down slavery fully into law, Uranus and Pluto were in Taurus. People were indeed fully owned, including their offspring, and the war was over turf - land and future lands and whether labor was to be free or enslaved. Within a month of Lincoln's election, it was game on. The Nightmare followed. In order to further tip the balance in Lincoln's war to save the Union, not free black people, a mixed bag Emancipation Proclamation was established so that black units of the Union army could prosecute the war more fully. The so called freedom in the Proclamation was a very mixed bag. Nevertheless, it was hailed as the radical crack in the whole dreadful business. Neptune had recently entered Aries, just as it will in 2025-26. Post Civil War apartheid was fully established by the election of 1876 when the Federal government bailed out of Reconstruction and thereby allowed ReConstriction in the name of States Rights, the argument that continues in the name of abridging the people's rights, for well or otherwise. Neptune and Pluto were in Taurus with Uranus in Leo square to Pluto. They just made it about the money. Things like poll taxes and separate and unequal education, housing and opportunity set up de facto oppression of a terrible sort. That's what we are unwinding now. It is a long and grievous road. The Election chart that was effectively the allowance of apartheid is now progressed to have its Sun in the first degree of Aries, just what Jupiter and Uranus did some weeks ago. A new turn of the Wheel begins. By the way, Jupiter and Uranus do back into Pisces in the months ahead and then will separately return at last into Aries beginning earlyish next year. But I finally bought the esoteric book that I lost in Hawaii when everything burned off of me. It's Michelsen's Tables of Planetary Phenomena which was his last book and a masterpiece. I lost my original annotated copy in which I had laid out the patterns in the planets between 500 BC and 2100 AD. Nevertheless, and always the more, I can suss out these patterns again. At the end of May and the beginning of June, Uranus and Jupiter entered in turn into the onset of the Zodiac - the first degree of Aries and conjuncted therein on 6/8. The only other time between 500 BC and 2100 AD that that has happened was: 1/25/1928 and 588 BC. Do you understand that we live in rather unprecedented times? This one aspect is something that has happened thrice in 2600 years. 588 AD saw the beginning of the first massive plague in world history. It also was the beginning of the official battle between Rome and Constantinople for primacy of the Christian Church. Rather significant events to be having karmic echoes these days! The 1928 conjunction began a year that included most notably the peak of the Roaring 20's right before the crash. Hoover was elected. Penicillin - the first antibiotic, Mae West, Amos 'n Andy, Mickey Mouse, the American YoYo (not Ma, the pa), Velveeta were all created. Amelia Earhart began breaking records for women and the UK gave suffrage to women. India began its petition for independence, the Chinese warlord system was ended and the Soviets had their first Five Year Plan. The chart of the 588 conjunction is quite insular. Pluto was in Pisces square to Neptune in Gemini. The struggle for power beyond the Roman Empire along with the dangerous communicability of disease in concentrations of humanity in the Western World exploded. I wonder if we don't have the same sort of thing going on, this time with manmade vectors of disease and Islam supplanting the role of the Eastern Church. The 1928 chart has the outer planets askew in a rather lost arrangement. Mania before the impending darkness. There's a sense of population pressures along with limited resources was fueling the race of the rats setting the stage for The War in years hence. We're on the backside of these kinds of stories, with metastatic results... growth, but not for the health of the organism, if you hear what I'm saying. The conjunction this year has Pluto square in Capricorn and Neptune at the end of Aquarius near the Aquarian Age point. The old power structures are imploding in collapse. The death and dearth of empire are upon us. We have consumed the gilded goose. Now the bones will be gnawed for want of the Golden Age. New will happen, but New what? Ashes to fascists, just to dust....? Time will tell. Choice will choose. Ignorance is in the balance. In the Spotless Sunshine of the Eternal Mind department... Sunspots are preternaturally low right now. Check out the details --- Catatonic? If Boots is bored to death in your home, if mean cats and coyotes along with disease are prowling in your neighborhood, or if you don't want songbirds killed.... it's time for a cat tonic that's better than kitty TV. It's....... Catio: Science is a belief system, as much as religion. Both have reason; both have belief. Much of science is completely tricked up for money, fame and the herd instinct. Don't get bit. Snake anti-venom stocks are waning and not getting replaced. It's not profitable enough. Are you tired of life based on profitability? How about some merciful common sense. If you thought that health care was making you crazy, you were right! Here's what some portion of babied boomers can look forward to: It takes balls, it takes a wee bit o scrum in the scrotum... Alton Brown, the fun host of Good Eats on the Food Channel, has gone to the dark side. He now shills for Cargill, one of the great evil doers on the corporate planet. By by Alton. You've gone fucky. And speaking of fucky, Glenn -The Gland- Beck has decided to take his Bowel Movement to Washington, DC for his creepholes march on the Lincoln Memorial... on the anniversary of Martin Luther King's I Have a Dream Speech. I held my nose and drew up his chart... What a pukewad. As expected, the fucker is soul dead, or rather, he's numb and dumb. The Boy has got his Sun/Mars/Saturn conjunct in Aquarius. He truly believes his fractured fury tales with absolute robotic denial. So do his followers. The Gland represents the dark side of the coming Aquarian Age. The Piscean Age will leave such a trail of divide and conquer such that the bits and the sound bytes can be parsed to form noxious conglomerations of mad messiantics. He slices and dices with impunity and then re-glands them into oozes of pseudo sense, all the better for spewing. Here's a guy who really does the fascist dance. He lies in his bed of lies and leaves his being in the selling of believing. Call it the Nastzi Party. The Boy also has Moon in Capricorn. Mommy weaned him fetally. He can't find empathy. He just controls. Venus in his chart is cuspy, either in the first moments of Aries or the last moments of the Zodiac in Pisces. He displays faux emotion of unseemly sappiness as he forbears Aryan acting out of madhatery. The Boy's emotions have gone to his head strongness that always foretells true weakness - Adolf's meat tenderness of the hollow caustic sort. He's a man of the times.... an exudate of the collective ignorant unconscious. In his progressed, all his planets are in polarization, including a current Full Moon in Aries/Libra, except for his Venus in Taurus. The Boy is a greedmeister. He makes over thirty million fuckos a year. Sham on him. Shame is beyond him. Let's look at this subject of nutbags. Likely you have been having to deal with pukewads, too. In my biz, on line now for going on eleven years, you get some horseshit emailed to you in reaction to what you provocatively say. In actuality, I've had only a handful in all these years after all the wild stuff I present. I've talked to a few other folks who have a presence on line and who illuminate the shadow. It's powderkeggy. People in general are ignorant and deny the shadow - the so-called bad stuff that is jammed into the unconscious. My fellow illuminators get blow back crap also. It comes with the territory. I've given thousand of in depth sessions with folks, and inherently the shadow in them that I illuminate wants to push back in a big way. I've faced so much in myself for so many years and in so many people for so many years, I'm not burdened by its effects. But that's not to say that it is not tiresome. It is the shadow, the ignorance, the unconscious material that is suffering. Getting Good, getting God, getting Right and such is all baloney. It has never dissolved suffering.... but it sure does sell. I blow that up as you well know. In my sessions with people, they universally report being clearly seen, clearly reflected. I can handle anything, and have. I am with. I be. I be with. My sessions are remarkably clear, at depth and at breadth. Most of my in person sessions with folks often included them getting weepy some because I hit the places that have always hurt and want to come to light. It's not a deal. It's natural. Karmic patterns of ignorance just keep coming around because they want to surface consciously. The software of the Dream, however, is designed to maintain ignorance... so that you can fetch some supposed bliss. Hah hah hah. Have you noticed that that doesn't quite work lately? Seeing is unbelieving, undreaming, unignoraming. That's what I offer. It's rare and it does get attacked. Likely, if you come visiting here regularly, you're like that, too. You choose to see and to be. By far, most folks don't, and you get the blowback often to prove it. The believers have gone full on nutters now, and it's going to be ever so much more insane in the years ahead. So that's why I'm illustrating this for you. I got an email the other day in which the writer accused me of having Morgellon's disease and that I should come out of the Darkness and go to some one she believes in's web site to find the Lord and be saved. Of course, as so often we find in weasels, especially the rabid Xhristian kind, she had written something kind in a prior email. I thanked her naturally, but she couldn't keep her weaselin' ways to herself. The BurdenedAgain always choose to not face their shadow and always project it unconsciously onto others, especially those that advocate being and being with the shadow so that that dumb shit can dissolve and no longer burden one with suffering. Always they must bear Big Beliefs and Make Wrong in their Great Righteousness. By that I mean they blame. I don't blame. I illustrate what is ignorant. When I say, for instance, fuck the Japanese over whaling. I point to their ignorance. Being with their being is no problema. The Japanese are amazing folks. But that ignorance of theirs.... that's some big nasty shit. So I see and say. So this dumbfuckster who wrote to me was ignorant on the count that I have Morgellon's. I wrote in my last essay about being bit by a white tailed spider in Australia, equivalent to a brown recluse in the USA, and how I'd gotten very ill at the necrotic bite site because of foreign critters and also very ill from the neurotoxins. But some how she came up with me having some Alien Evil disease and that it was some proof of Darkness and only JC Light of some bizarre sort could cure me of said evil. These fools only foster fear. Only see it and only say through it. That's why I call them dumbfucksters. In time, they'll blow their own selves up by being eaten away from the inside and then that rot being chronically presented to them in manifestation. You'll find that if you let these folks alone, let them stew in their own chew, that they'll dry up and blow away. In the collective, ala Gland Beck and all the fascistnistas du jour, we'll just have to see. In time, their ignorance will beget them collapse. How long that time scale is is another story. The Mayan Colander strains and drains it all. Here's some curious sites about Morgellon's and of all things, Joni Mitchell. The ignorant blowbacker mentioned Joni in her email, too, as if we were all coated with evil. Morgellon's is a very complicated thang. I've not known any Morgellon's sufferers. I have known severe Lyme's disease sufferers. It does seem that what we now see as Lyme's disease syndrome, which is completely horrible, is a result of purposeful or accidental release of weaponized Lyme's disease that escaped from an island off of the Connecticut coast where there was a very nasty, dark bio weapons lab. There are also implications to the highly controversial realm of chem trails and also the very apparent nightmare of genetic engineering along with nano tech. Many, many horror shows are coming down in revelations. All the ignorant power games are coming due, technological and spiritual, everything. No corner, no shadow will be spared. In the LA times link, Joni gives some very interesting asides about various subjects. Joni is a wonderful piece o work. http://jonimitchell.com/library/view.cfm?id=1996 http://www.morgellonsexposed.com/Throwback.htm We are seeing human hollowcosts. We have ravaged in vainglory. Rather than all the stand up comedy performances in the world, I'd like to see some stand up tragedy performances. We could cry and laugh together. We could hiss and diss and chuckle and piss... for just a little while. We have much steam to release. If we don't, we gonna blow. We gonna blow. Folks don't face shit, so it piles up and then we get all heroic on it as if we can fix it... such ignorant fucks we are. Me too. But it is not who we are. Claim your own being and let the noise melt away. It won't be ignorance or bliss. It'll be as you'll be. Be. If you'd like a charming repose of the cinematic, let me recommend David Lean's - Hobson's Choice. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0047094/ The software of the Dream sets up endless Hobson's Choices - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hobson's_choice The polarization of either-or/black-white is grinding in this ongoing Grand Cross. A rainbow awaits if you be and choose. In this film - Hobson's Choice - a 1954 treasure by the director of Lawrence of Arabia, a man and woman choose their way into marriage and business by way of the exceedingly overbearing leadership of the woman. You'll see wonderful performances by Charles Laughton, John Mills and Brenda De Banzie. There's heaps of charm in this thing along with delightful language play and period magic. But it is finally the forbearance of the woman that I want you to see. She brings it. She leads. She's a bit much, but she's her self. Brava! The nuance of this movie is just as magnificent as the splendor of Lawrence of Arabia. Curmudgeonly yours, Mark Krueger You, Too? In case you hadn't noticed, we've hit the father lode. The patriarchal, pharoahnic malestrom is oozing toxically from its dire depths of ignorance. The shift is hitting the fantastic as karmic crud so long denied is gushing and gooshing by the gnarlful. Stephen Colbert offered a protest to BP: English muffins will now be called Freedom muffins. I guess ya gotta keep laughing, but the immense sorrow and rage are up and onward. What's upon us is a full blown Grand Cross in the Cardinal Signs. It's mounting over the father's daze holiday and goes full blown with Summer Solstice on 6/21 when the Sun enters Cancer. It is opposed to Pluto in early Capricorn and they are squared to the opposition of Jupiter/Uranus in Aries polarized to Saturn in the latest of Virgo. In other words, the Solstice/Equinox are all lit up. That's the Four Directions and all that is often sacredly implied. Do you think we're doing much of anything sacred these days? We witness abomination in the Obamanation. The corporate bled fellows continue to grovel in greed. We all do. We have too much of too much crap and it's sickening, toxic and warful. Now we pay. Feeling trapped comes with these crosses, but this is a full on iconic cross in which we can see our ignorance, we can see what our forty pieces of silver have wrought, we can see our crucifixation nailed upon Gaia. And what will we do? Keep on doing.... in some other lame ass divided vision conquering in the name of another Good while we completely refuse to truly be and truly be with and thereby listen to what She wants. The effects of this intense cross will last into the New Moon solar eclipse in Cancer on 7/12. There will be a massive hangover to it as we head into the gnarling gnastitude of the second half of July as the fear mounts into perfect waves of insane thrashing, both personal and collective. When Mercury enters into Cancer on 6/25 and joins the Cross fire, and I do mean fire, the mess and messiantic will be all that folks can think about. Up until Summer Solstice, we've had two weeks of no planets in Water Signs, other than three days of the Moon in Cancer mid way through the burn. Water, water everywhere, but not a potable drop to drink cuz we done pissed in every bit of purity we could find anywhere on the planet and now we live in the suspended sludge of our oily ignorance. Fuck humanity. We are the cancer upon Earth. We are a colonized lump of myriad bacterial and viral genetic materials that have formed a conglomerate corpusation of unsatiable greed. We eat and shit.... everything... One Way or another and another and another. And then we repuke upon any real acts of kindness and cooperation until it all collapse into the mess of the Fecund Shunning as we starve ourselves to death by gluttony. May God rest his soul proprietorship and realize just how bankrupt the wholly trail has been. As below, as above, as always, ass whole manifest ignoramy. Let it all come undone from you. The Dream will get back to dreaming the unicorny believery that'll appear to work in a few more years. Hang in and let it all hang out. The denial of transcendence shall ride again. But mean while, while very mean, judgment daze is upon this dimension. Eyes cannot be fully diverted. Ears cannot be deafened, even by all of Gabriel's vuvuzelas. It's om sweet home collapsing upon its bubbly projections of It's All Good/God. Be. Directly claim your being and realize it. Let the lenses fall away from your eyes. Take the rag away from your mouth. Now is the time to unborn. Whatever dies along the way was never you, including any notions of aftered life. Raw, raw, raw... we're taking one for the teem, for the spin that whirls until it swirls right down the drain at the end of the Unicornucopia. It's not All God. It's not All Bad. It's not the denial of either or both. It's not you. Shed and get off the plot. Be kindly as ye can be. Move beyond what is unkind. Let the shits fall where they may and remember to wipe and flush. No big deal, but many massive big deal o ramas will be melting into the under whirled as the polarized spin machine reveals its Maya in the End end of the colander of draining straining that is our current dilemma. May we rest in the peace that we are and may all the pieces of unrest fall away as easily as possible. Ho. I like that Prime Minister Cameron of the UK gave a genuine apology to the Irish concerning the horror show of Bloody Sunday, when innocents were killed and blamed. We will continue to see this kind of reconciliation. In this case, the actual families of the murdered protesters gladly accepted Cameron's apologies in a heartfelt way. May peace reign. If you're life isn't so cool anymore as the world heats up in a mad fever, have an ice circle for refreshing respite. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ice_circle Sleep continues to be elusive. It's just harder to go unconscious during revelations. Day wake is easily seen as the complex of unconscious trances that it always is. Tiring, is it knot? No rest for the whacked as yin beats mightily against yang in the vise of versa. Do what you can. Please pamper yourself. Remember to change your pampers when they get soiled. Wink wink nudge nudge chuckle chuckle. Think globally, act locally doesn't seem to be getting it anymore. As far as one's consumption budget goes, I propose: Energize locally, Conserve thoroughly. Intelligent use of resources by conscious choice will set you freer. Looking to big solutions of the magic technologic sort will set you back forwardly right smack drab into the centrist, monoculture of St. Ponzi while being buried under just another pyramidal scheme. Less is not more. Less is freer. More has no mores anymore. It never did. We've bubbled in capital righteous wretched excess for too long. Let go and let flow. The World Cup is presenting the spectacular Sound of Ignorance as South Africans proudly, yes, actually proudly, blow their vuvuzelas - cheesy noxious hoot horns from their unconscious. This is the country that denied AIDS and in which men by the thousands raped infant girls to cure their HIV. I've been there and found great ignorance. Folks are extremely dense. Oppression will do that. But this kind of dreadful ignorance is what I see throughout Africa in general. Much of it is the result of post colonial stress disorder, but I suspect the roots of such mad ignorance go back long before whitey arrived. South Africa, as are many other African countries, is extremely violent. Who wouldn't when a sliver of the population lives a first world existence, while a large majority lives in third world conditions. Six years ago in Capetown, you literally took your life in your hands if you went to the airport at night, passing a shanty town of tens of thousands of people along the way. The poverty and crime has only gotten worse since black africans took over governing. An estimate of a thousand rapes per day, every day, takes place in South Africa, almost all of them unreported. Forty per cent of girls' first sexual experience is rape. Slavery was rampant in Africa a very long time before whitey made it a horrific global business. Even today, humanitarian NGO's continue to fight enslavement on the continent. Obviously, humans haven't exactly purported their selves very well over recent thousands of years. What else could be expected from our place of origin? At any rate, the noise that emanates from the World Cup is a fitting soundscape to the parallel dinosauric eruptions at BP's well head in the Gulf of Mexico. Whether ignorant old world or fancy schmantzy high tech new world, the Epocheclipse is now. By Jiminy, has a plague begun? Cats may owie. Toxoplasma gondii in kitties may be a major vector in neurosis and even psychosis. Google on it and look around. All kinds of nasty germies may make us nuts and alter our behavior personally and collectively. http://www.medscape.com/viewarticle/441378_4 The witch with the black cat and all that halloweenish notions may root to the hell o kitty syndrome. I've seen enough of it in women over the years to perceive a certain pattern. The crazy lady with the cat shat house of fifty felines is no happenstance. She's just parasitically infected. My interest in using sodium chlorite, MMS, is as a broad spectrum vector to kill off creepy crawlies that infect us that we don't even know about. Sounds paranoiac, but in this case isn't. Mad cow cat in our hats syndromes abound. Hulda Clark is an excellent source for getting a new perspective on the underlying ills of pleomorphic organisms that wreak havoc upon us. Do you think this Afghan - discovery - has anything to do with why we've been in Afgainistan? A quote from 6/14 NY Times: The United States has discovered nearly $1 trillion in untapped mineral deposits in Afghanistan, far beyond any previously known reserves, and enough to fundamentally alter the Afghan economy and perhaps the Afghan war itself, according to senior American government officials.Surprise, surprise, ay? My dear webmaster, Isaac George, shared this juicy tidbit with me. Let me share it with you... http://www.rense.com/general91/vatsach.htm Corporations don't create jobs. They create profits by capitalizing on others' money while raping labor and ecologies planetary and social. Fuck 'em and don't take their yoke. The roots and branches of the Ashkenazi and Sephardim Jews has always been full of questions. Genetic research suggests that they are like-rooted, even though well branched. http://www.nytimes.com/2010/06/10/science/10jews.html?ref=todayspaper Why doesn't anyone actually come out and say the obvious: Israel maintains apartheid. Amerika maintains Mexicanish apartheid. The European nations have their own version of apartheid with their untouchable classes. Let's go beyond boycotting. It's time for girlcotting. Let us shun the shunners until the sun done shone on our backyards some day. Let thy people be. Take down the corporate, economic borders. Let thy people prosper freely. Undo the old boycoddling networks. Let them eat the caked shit that they have maintained ever so long. It's time for the patriarchal pyramid to be unschemed into an equitable fair share of human kind. I've travelled pretty much all the corners of the 48 states. There is only one place that hasn't changed in the last 25 plus years, that still holds nature beautifully. It's the Clearwater river basin in northern Idaho, particularly the route of US 12 from Lewiston, ID to Missoula, MT which includes the Lochsa and Selway rivers that drain wilderness. On one stretch of the two lane highway, 75 miles has nothing human other than the road. It's the best. Other places are gorgeous and wild, but all that mad natural gas drilling and such is present. You can feel the foul fingers of corporate mono culture mania. On the Clearwater, the water flows clear.... in many wonderful ways. Please go there before they fuck it up. Noticeably, the creepy corperators must rape and pillage especially where there is peace. They must divide and conquer every square meter of natural wonder. They can't leave it alone. Of course the oil sands in Canada are a nightmare. Essentially, they are the coal mines of petroleum. The mining is a massive rape of the land and then the processing of the dinosauric crap is even more noxious. O Canada covers their environmental nightmares. It's a mess way up there. Check it out. They've wrecked many eco systems beyond the tar pits. All of these massive schemes are just another aspect of capitalistic bubbleness. When this shit pops, and that may take decades in some cases, the damage will be far worse than Deepwater Horizon. If we don't decentralize, we won't be free. We'll live a highly brittle and controlled life. The karmic accrual of ignorance is ready to roll down hill as the complexed mega systems go mega Sisyphus. A burning, collapsing oil rig is such an apt icon of these End times, just like the collapsing World Greed Towers. All the king's horses and all the king's men will never put haughty dumpty together again. One of the most curious charades ever was by a woman, aka Miranda Grosvenor, who seduced a remarkable skein of celebs as she charmed her way into their gullible lives through phone seduction. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miranda_Grosvenor It's a fun story revealing a remarkable Madoff with their hearts scam o rama. I wonder how she got all their phone numbers. She was good! Pianists' hands are magic. I once lived with a woman who was a concert pianist. Despite hours of watching her play, I never did understand the human physics of percussing the keys with all that grace and power. How do they do it? The muscles seem to dance without the necessary leverage. It must be metaphysics, phairies in the phalanges pulling secret chords. Freud was right. I have pianist envy. Blessed be the keyboardists! In early 2008, trying to make a living on the road being an astrologer finally crushed me. I'd been bitten by a white tailed spider in later 2006 in Australia; that makes you oh so sick, on the order of a brown recluse in the USA. Business was failing because most of my clients were in the western US, the states that were reeling into post bubble recession. After a long and fruitless road tour in 2007, all my savings were gone. I barely made it back to the west coast and proceeded to move myself, my life and my car to Hawaii, intending to work on the islands so that I could stay in the same time zone and climate as I made my living, all the while arranging to live in Queensland, Australia. Within 36 hours of landing on the Big Island, I was slammed by what would later be diagnosed as a kidney stone attack. In convergence, I had lesions in my esophagus, stomach and small intestine that were blowing up as a result of roaditis. The pain was supremely awful. The people with whom I was staying were ignorant. The volcanic fog was etching my lungs while I dwelt in a lava field less than a mile from where Captain Cook was killed. I essentially died over a three days, four nights of blood, cold sweat, fears and tears. Kidney stone pain is much greater than a woman's labor. In the process, I unbirthed..... which lead to undying, all by conscious choice, as I let go of buying the projections which come from the revolving door of birth/death. After the fourth night, the extreme agony lessened. There would be eight more episodes of kidney craziness over the course of 2008, all of them after I'd lost everything I had. But as soon as I had surfaced from that original wall of pain, U2's song: Beautiful Day began playing constantly in me, and when I was able, I sang it... The heart is a bloom You're out of luck You thought you'd found a friend It's a beautiful day You're on the road It was a beautiful day Touch me What you don't have you don't need it now What you don't know you can feel it somehow What you don't have you don't need it now Don't need it now Was a beautiful day Times are hard and harder. If you hurt, I can help. If you wander, I can help you wonder. If you're sadder than sad and madder than mad, I am with you. The day may not be beautiful, but... you... are. Peace, peace, peace, Mark Krueger Last Aid The shift in Turkey around the Israeli's attack of the Palestinian relief ship is an international quake of major significance. The unraveling has begun. The old alliances that were used to divide and conquer by control are now in blowback mode. Asset reflux. We're in the deep water hoard ire zone, and it's a gusher.... One could make a long list of crazy crap that is coming down. Big organization is hitting big entropy. The Mayan Curl falls back upon itself. Everything is at loose ends. The Ends are juxtaposing their meanness as we come to the ends of our tethers. Ending it All is the disorder of the daze. Apoxeclipse is upon us. We need Last Aid. I write to you, for the last eleven years here on in2light, to deliver Last Aid. The Dream doesn't last. Oh, it firsts. It firsts all the time, but every 26,000 years we get to see that it doesn't last, that it doesn't aid our being, that it only obscures it in a supposed game. Now you can feel, you can taste and smell the game, the tiresome gaminess of It All. It's not bad. It just turns out that the Good, the God, the gadabout of It All was simply loopy, a projection of Mobius film before our i's... Depression is the precursor to the recognition of the oppression. Are you feeling depressed? Are you feeling oppressed? If not, welllll... it's all Good isn't it? Soon you may realize that that was a bad ideation by good ideates. Maybe already you made me bad because I wasn't All Gooding. Funny how that works. The All Good, All God crowd are ever all ways making the non-Good/God crowd Badddd. Usually all of this polarizing wrangle works to make the Whirled go round. But every 26,000 years as the Ages shift from Pisces to Aquarius we get to see how everything is cracked up to what it's supposed to be, and Deep Notions like Good/Bad become apparently and actually stupifyin'. So take a gander at all that dander that is up. You've scratched your head enough. You've scratched all your itches more than you could ever count. Scratch the surface, the serfass of It All and see the Dream for what it is worth. Then choose to realize your being so that you can let go of the sufferin' succotash of the loopy goopy Game that never has been you and in which you never will be. See and be. The delight, peace and freedom of your being awaits you without cost or loss, without strings or non-attachments, without isms or gasms.... Be. The planets are in a unique geometry. It's too tedious to describe. It has all the outer planets in a symmetrical, mirror image parallelogrammar of space and time. Take my unwords for it. In it you can see the Flip Side as this world experiences the flop side. The As Below, So Above-ness of the Game is apparent. You can sense it, but it's hard to express. It is being expressed alright, rather like the anal glands of dogs that was one of those wonderful jobs when I was a vet tech many years ago. It's them thangs that fido relieves when he butt scoots o'er your carpet. Our great assets of gland tidings are full of the itch we never could scratch by getting It All. The gunk wants to express.... and that's a real stinker. I do get graphic with y'all, I know. But how else does one cut through the banal believery that drip by dribble obscures you to your being in the projection/reflection Game? So get scootin'! Express thyself. Offload all those downloads of tame immemorials. Clear out the stories, the karmadharma metapharma of leaving your being in all that believing. Fixing the bad with the good only fixated your being into the divide and conquer sillydumb of dueling dimensions. Get off the teat of Feat. Waylay the Way of Lei. Unbind the Mind. Unnoose the Golden Goose. Stop in the maim of love and never look forward to looking back atchya. The Mirrorcle is broken. A mini new age has begun. We got Uranus and Jupiter into the Begin Sign of Aries..... but retrograde happens. The dynamic duo dance for some weeks and then return to Pisces, the Gulf of Hexico of End Times in the End Sign. Uranus is back into FishinVille on 8/13. Jupiter does likewise on 9/8. Yupiter will yump back into Arian territory on 1/22/11. Uranus does so on 3/12/11. Than all will be swell, swollen, plump with reNewAll. Right now we're in that odd/awed Limbo of twixt and tween. If ya be, ya don't have to get buried in the betwixt and between. Your choice. Would you rather have a choice life or a Good Life just awaiting the Bad??? Choose or lose. We get a New Moon in Gemini on 6/12. We continue to have a tweaked Grand Cross that is both in Cardinal and Mutable Signs. You may feel stuck, but can't realize what's got ya stuck. It's the software of the Dream that's got you stuck, not this or that, them or thou. Now you can see just that. You can claim your own being and clear your identification in the Dream if you so choose. I can show you how. It's simple. It's a choice. It unwinds in its own time, if you choose. Not in control, not out of control. If you don't choose, It All will wind you up up up forever and a daze, only to keep you down in the ground of zero in ordering to make every thing out of no thing and all that mirrorcle of Creation/Destruction Magicry. Take your pick. The planets lollygag for the rest of the month. They do what they always do. The Big Endchillnada is working its wonders in the background, though the foreground is going to be getting very well chewed. You can pretense in the okey dokery. It's all ways there in the be where now. But, hey, can you deny the gusherment any longer? The gunk of our old dinosauric ignorance is upwelling like a Gaiafucker. The oily birds get wormy. The ladder daze saints get Eschered to their premised landings. Upsadazium is radiating from the plutocrats and hellzapoppin'! Yahwehzah!!! The Wait of the Fate is unsaddled as the Whorses of the Apoxeclipse ride ruthlessly. Here come da judgments. Here come da revelations. Here cum the jizms of the isms in all the gory glory. Do you really think Good/God is gonna get you through the Bad/Baal? The Sides are of the same coin. You pay for it with your notion of Soul and Body and every polarization that is melting in the global swarming of beliefs gone wild. Unhitch and unstitch or forever switch in the twitch in the sun of the glitch. Amend changelings and It All will never stop. There is a book I strongly recommend to you if you want to realize some deep wisdom in the 3D, for what it's worth. I've been a fan of the author for almost 40 years - Jeremy Rifkin. His current book - The Empathic Civilization. http://empathiccivilization.com/ I've just begun it. It's a tome, 600 pages. But he's spot on like nothing else I've read. He's saying that when we have major changes in technology, and especially communication, we see major entropy. That this is going on now is irrefutable. It is apparent that we are a truly empathic species, yet this has only been being realized in the last one hundred plus years. We have a long way to go, but it has surely begun. Whether it will sputter on the divide and conquer power games of the pharaohnic pyramid schemes will be decided in our lifetimes. I don't sense that Rifkin comes right out and says it, he is after all operating in the intellectual realm at a fine level, but what he is really talking about is being. If ya be, ya be with others. If ya don't, you project on others and they on you and then you try to fight or fuck It All in the mirrorcle of the Dream. Suffering results. If you want a less sufferable local dream, give Jeremy's book a read. Let us wake up, smell the neuroses, tap dance through the two laps of ying yangery and unborn and undie free. See and be. Be and choose. Let It All unwind from your identification and play as play can. Summer Solstice cometh on 6/21. The Fire is up. Sleep is not easy. Rage is even easier. Boil boil in the bubbles of the troubles, but please, if you please, go easy on your dear selves. There's never been a grist milling like this one. Take time and space. Don't let it take you. Give your self a rest and de-creation. Float and flow and easily go you dear and tired hearts. Art Break.... http://www.garyhill.com/ America allows a god offal chemical, banned in Europe, that is used especially in stupid corn production. It's atrazine. http://www.i-sis.org.uk/atrazine.php Water/viz/wasser/vesi/voda is the hallmark of life on Earth. If you care, please watch the movie: FLOW - For the Love Of Water http://www.flowthefilm.com/ What could be more important in the 3D around here? Vell, vell, vell.... as I've written in the Book of Metatronomy, the dimensions are collapsing. Here's an interesting film entitled Collapse. http://www.collapsemovie.com/index.html If you find life to be a terrorium, try a terrarium... The shit continues to hit the fantastic. The Amish of Lancaster County Pennsylvania are being called on the hooked rug carpet for their extreme manure pollution that is ending up in Chesapeake Bay. http://www.nytimes.com/2010/06/09/science/earth/09amish.html?ref=todayspaper End times let's us see the ass end of everything, including all the shit in all this shift. Nothing and no one is exempt. Alain Robert is the French spider man who free climbs the world's tallest buildings. I've written before about the amazing Philippe Petit, the Man on Wire fella who is also francaise. Those French sure do have a lot o Gaul! Robert was highlighted recently on an ABC show about amazing folks doing amazing things. I get the feeling that Alain is about to fall. Every now and again I get inklings. Do you? I drew up his chart and it seems possible. Clearly the man is built to play with fear. He dances with the terror of the gravitas of terra. He denies the fall. Maybe he's tired, tired of all of that. Maybe he's ready to let go on a day when he can no longer get a grip. Maybe who goes up must come down, relievedly. I don't wish him such. It's just a notion. It wouldn't be because he did anything wrong. It would happen because he didn't do the next wrung, tired of getting it right. Le mystere.... Hear here for free seers of great heart... Chinese labor is winning its battle to organize and gain choice in new... Accords..... Strikes at Honda factories are quaking through China. The horrible conditions that workers have had to endure are being faced. Right on for them. Inflation right up for the rest of the world. Bored? Why watch paint dry. Try Pitch Drop... Half of all human DNA came from viruses that inserted their selves into our gametes along the evolutionary trail. I can't tell if I'm invested or infested. Also, in the creme de la demi creme department of half and halfness, didjya know that.... half of all violent deaths in America are suicides? Greatest country in the world... I think the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences should give an honorary Oscar to horses, neighsayers aside. The hardest working animals in show business deserve accolades for all their suffering and beauty. Get on it, Sean Penn. Have you seen the gladiator transsexual movie - - Been Her? Or perhaps the new reality TV series about aging baby bloomers entitled - Late Wilters. Maybe you just need to get away from it all. This one is fun... The Daily Yonder - http://www.dailyyonder.com/ Keep it rural, as they say. I've never liked the phrase: turn a blind eye to... The Brits seem to use it a great deal. I don't care for it. Since I was quite young, I felt that I'd had a significant lifetime blind. When I drove cab years ago, I ferried numbers of blind folks, including gifted musicians. In my younger years, I did a bit of reading for the blind. We've all been blindsided, but I sense that we are all actually quite blindsighted. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blindsight In my experience, personally and with others, blind folks see better than the sighted. When Brits use that hackneyed phrase, they turn an ignorant eye to blindness. Ignorance is suffering. By that I don't mean stupid. Stupid is a whole other category. Ignorance is not lack of knowledge or retardery. Ignorance is the problema. Being is the dissolution. I see you, in the ICU. Do you see me? Mark Krueger Mark has been offering superb astrology readings for 33 years. Planets at War June 2, 2010 Warring, not whoring, is the oldest profession. The patriarchy always tries to cover up its messiantics. For two thousand years, the Caesarian sectioning of the Piscean Age has cut us from the Mother. Smoke and mirage are its tools. For instance: the dispersant that is being used by BP in the Gulf oil spillage just makes the oily mess thin and sink. In fact, they've been spraying oodles of it down thousands of feet at the leak. The chemicals just add to the mess, but.... it makes the mess less visible. Isn't that the Cheney gang way??? Less for BP to clean up; more for Mama Nature to choke on. The top kill procedure that was to plug the leaking BP well was attempted during the transition of Uranus from Pisces to Aries. Isn't that appropriate? It's looking like BP skimped on the casing, making it single walled rather than double, in order to save moolah. This is parallel with the Exxon's Valdez fiasco. After that mess, the industry was required to have double hulled ships instead of single. They better legislate this in drilling, too. Halliburton did the cementing of the Deepwater Horizon well, and their process failed, resulting in the blowout and fire, and then the spill. What do ya think the chances are that the Cheney boys, asses will get nailed to the wall on this deal? A client prompted me to take a look at a bunch o oil spills. (Thanks Lori.) So far I'd say that the BP spill actually has to do with the realization that we've truly fucked the ocean beyond what it can bear, all over the world, with no exceptions. Deepwater Horizon has the gnarly Jupiter/Uranus conjunction in the last degree of Pisces, with Pisces ruling the ocean. The Exxon Valdez crash had Pluto at the power point of Scorpio, which it rules. Pluto is about the underworld and Scorpio is about going deep.... into all the dinosauric goo of the pressurized past. With that kind of iconic planetary placement, the Valdez became the poster child for oil spills, even though it wasn't that big of a spill. It was like Three Mile isle poster childing as a nuclear power warning even though it really didn't big damage. The Exxon Valdez also had Saturn/Neptune/Uranus conjunct in Capricorn which illuminated corporate death culture in the ways it has raped all innocence and true prosperity on our little blue planet. The Ixtoc spill in Mexico, the biggest ever for a well, was in 1979; the shipwrecked Exxon Valdez was in 1989; Europe was stunned by the tanker Erika spilling in Brittany in 1999; and now Deepwater Horizon began spewing just a few months after 2009. This numerical symmetry is rather odd. Number nine number nine number nine..... More hauntingly, the Erika legal case finally settled right before Deepwater Horizon blew out. The French corporate owner was found guilty of imprudence because it did not account for the age of their ship and its shoddy maintenance. On March 30, 2010, Total SA lost their appeal to overturn the court's guilty verdict. That was 21 days before Deepwater Horizon's blowout. Nine is the end number, which then leads through Zeroing, on the way to incarnation as another One. Maybe some day we'll end being mean to gain our ends, realizing that all we ever accomplish in our well trodden ignorance is the end of sustainable means. It's clear that Amerika - the secret government - the Offense department - has been an extension of Nazi agendi since WWII. It has appeared for a long time that sophisticated fascism actually won. If you're interested in that kind of thing, check out a Joseph Farrell interview that touches on some of these issues... Dennis Hopper, the mad man of some considerable, but wasted genius, just died. I recently revisited his work in Apocalypse Now. It remains one of the best films I've ever seen, though it is not an easy movie to watch. I'd call it the Lizard of Oz. It is really allegorical to corporatized war and the rot that has been going on for much too long. The top secret X37B space plane was recently launched. http://www.csmonitor.com/USA/Military/2010/0423/X37b-space-plane-launch-first-in-Air-Force-s-busy-space-year It's meant to do all sorts of nefarious things, even as the Shuttle, that takes nice teachers up into space, is retired. Remember that Werner von Braun and other Nazi's have been key to NASA's development for many decades. It's all going Dark, in more ways than we can ever see, but.... can you feel it? Have you ever heard of A1/A2 milk? http://thebovine.wordpress.com/2009/03/20/the-devil-in-the-milk-dr-thomas-cowan-on-how-a2-milk-is-the-answer-to-the-mystery-of-why-even-raw-milk-sometimes-does-not-seem-to-be-enough-of-an-improvement-over-store-bought/ The A1 strain of cow's milk has a weird biochemical bit that breaks off of the protein chain in human digestion, enters the bloodstream through the gut and does weird things to humans, perhaps Type 1 diabetes, schizophrenia and autism. A1 milk comes from Holsteins, the dominant milker breed in America. A2 milk comes from older breeds, like Guernsey, that aren't the souped up producers of modern mono culture industrial food production. Remarkably, it may be that A1 milk has a kind of opiate like effect on human consumers. Gee, do you think corporate America would like you to be cowed and follow the herd. Got milk? Milk got you??? Considering that the human body consists of ten times more bacterial cells than human cells, aren't we all socialists inside? Nevertheless, some cell types capitalize to the extreme..... such as.... cancer, which is highly profitable for those cancer cells, and so very profitable for the corporations that endlessly pump the cancer syndromes for great profit. It seems to me that the microcosm mirrors the macrocosm. And, maybe much of the the macrocosm begets the microcosm. Do you think the corporate mono culture schemes may have anything to do with fomenting all the cancers we find rife in modern society? The corporation is a machine. The machine turns everything into machines. We all get parted. The parts are made to work for the machine, but the machine doesn't work for the parts. If you don't become party to the parting, dearth becomes you. The whole world has been colonized. It and we have been infected by cells of strange and virulent type - mono culture that has devoured diversity and dynamic stasis to death, to dearth. Death to earth = dearth. It is upon us now: Apoxeclipse. We have allowed this mad machinery to ill the well... poisoning what naturally had accommodated change with real prosperity. We have eaten Eden. We have done an A1 job of milking life into udder barrenness. There is more than shame and blame upon us. Now comes the flame. Uranus is in Aries, a Fire Sign. It'll be there for seven years. Jupiter on June 5th enters Aries as well. It'll be there a year. We shall now face what we have Trumped. We will be fired.... our burnt offerings shall lick at our feats. Hell has come full circle to meet the stink of our high heavens. Pisces to Aries brings us head over heals... Aries rules the head, Pisces the feet. Aries is the coming, Pisces is the going. Now we realize that we are coming and going. No where is the result. If your head aches. If you can't sleep at night and can't stay awake in the day. If you can't get going because you are afraid of what is coming...... that's life in the End lane on the virgin of the New. We've caught up with New and discovered how Old it All is.... Mars in late Leo is opposing to Neptune in late Aquarius. Venus in Cancer has been opposing to Pluto in Capricorn. Saturn in Virgo still opposes Jupiter in Pisces, and also Uranus in Aries. The planets are at war. So is the world. Jupiter does leave the end of the Zodiac on 6/5 when it enters Aries to join with Uranus. Aries is the god of war, ruled by Mars the god of war. Opposition and war. All the planets are polarized except Sun and Mercury. Luna dodges in and out creating oppositions with those planets, too. They did so in the last ten days. So.... it's all tweaking, and.... you all are tweaking, inside and outside, topside and bottom side. This is not your fault. Hear me now. Not your fault. You are experiencing the fault lines of the local and general Dream. It's everything it's cracked up to be. As Morey Baulstein says in Ben Stiller's film Zoolander: It's a fissure in my ass.... Or, in our case, a fissure in our assets. Our whole is leaking. In the iModium of it all, it's die-areal. We shred. North and South Chorea. IsReal and iSlam. Even the Gores, Al and Tipper. Global warming has lead to marital chilling. From this day backward, we shall war some more. Jupiter conjuncts Uranus in Aries' first degree on 6/8. To a Turk, it's JewPeter in YourAnus. With Kim Jong ill, his future is torpedoed. And the Gores' divorce will be settled in the Supreme Court due to their hanging chads. What's a world to do? Well, there is the Second Coming when Jesus brings the ever longed for Second Helping of Armedandgetiton. Uranus goes back into the Xhristian Sign of Pisces on Friday the 13th in August, followed by JewPeter of Christendom entering the Sign of the Fish on September 8th. What goes around comes back? The Circle is unbroken... or, is it all ways broken, to be amended in the thing called Change? Whichever way you whatever, whenever is here. This baby's got Back. The meanderthralls shall act out their karmic patterns most ignorantly. Let yours burn. Don't do good to fix the bad. That just makes you a fixture of the Wheel. Unwind this shift. You ain't ever go nowhere unless you believe you, and It, are going somewhere in the sum ware. Subtract or forever add to your karma. That shitcake is not you. So let it go and let it blow. Be. Choose. Play. The New Moon is Gemini brings in a Grand Cross of Dissidence. The Sun/Moon are squared to Saturn which is sorta opposed to Jupiter/Uranus which are squared to Pluto which is sorta opposed to Sun/Moon. It's the Twins fighting an odd set of twin polarizations that just rub everything the wrong way. That's why the world is going Right!!!! Onwards Christian SoulJars!!! The battle has begun. Everybody's got distemper now. The flash point is Right here. Right makes fight. The adrenals burnt to a crisp these last bunch o years, so there's no flight left. It's just fight..... fight for Right. And oh, how very wrong it will wring in the deal grinding on the Wheel. These times, and for many months to come, are the reason why I have written and spoken to you as I have for over a decade. If you don't claim your being, if you don't realize your consciousness, you will be flung and flayed, by dung and blade, as weasels rip your flesh, your precious beliefs, your ignored anus. It's never too late, but you may not at all be able to hear what I say, nor be able to choose beyond the trance dance in the gears of the fears. If you think you can cognate in the cogs of the Wheel, you've got another and another and another thing thinking you. That noise will now become all mighty. Suffering is its name. So, let go. So choose your being and unwind the mind and all that you thought mattered and energyed and spirited and blah blow blue. Hear me now, but most importantly..... Here you now. Be and see. Un We and un Thee. And remember.... there's no i in be.... Practically, get some rest as best you can. It's hard to find any these days. We are in big unrest. So go easy. Don't bite your tongue, and don't thrash it. Let it come unforked. You feel angry and that's okay. Don't believe. Express it consciously. It's on the way to allowing your own desire and manifestation for what you want. Attraction and all the projection game is instant karma bunk. Don't have what you want, or it'll have you. Choose what you want, lightly. Play as best you can. Though it can be very dark and dreary in the haze of the amaze at End times, it's not you. It's just the ignored tunnelings while you went for the End called the Light. The more you dig for some good god Light, the darker ye shall tunnel. Let all of it dissolve. You only believed it worked while it worked for you to leave your being. It shall melt if you claim your being. The Piscean Age has been one big Fishy deal. Stop fission in the con fusion. One is the one that makes Two and Two becoming One is just the same old Game. Be. Ya know we are occasionally seeing more signs of the best the Aquarian Age has to offer in this trailing light of the Piscean Age. Haiti's debt was just forgiven. I hope that helps. And courageously, Australia is going after Japan on the Nipponic horror show of commercial whaling. Maybe us over-civilized people are ready to ground to planet Earth. These bodies have been estranged for too long. Flow, flow, flow your bloat Eva turned me on to a fine menses book. It's about time this subject was addressed by women for women. Period. It's called - Flow: The Cultural Story of Menstruation by Elissa Stein and Susan Kim. Let me invite you to visit some great pictures of South Africa's flora. I find this man's work, Martin Heigan, to be superlative photography of the little pretties... We may be all going to Seed. But, my dear friends, that means we've been flowering. It may not feel so. Surely, it doesn't. But consider putting your petals to your mettle. We've branched out to the skinniest branches so that our fauna can floral. Ka - Bloooommmmm... And let your flowers..... Be, PS - Ka is an epithet of Prajapati and Brahma. Mark Krueger ****** Also available: Mark's Book of Metatronomy - a concentrated essay of eight revealing pages about the collapse of the dimensions in the 11:11 of our smoke and mirrors time. By donation on PayPal - for $11.11, or more. Check out this concise, eight page Essay entitled: InTrinity and Beyond. The polarity software of Creation continually splits off triangulations that make the Dream seem palatable, but keeps you looping. See through and get undone. 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Muon Muoff Physicists really are meta-physicists. It appears that in the flippy floppy ways of Creation, the anti-matter/matter game has a slight hiccup toward matter. Check out this latest report... While the primordial big banging was going on, about one per cent of the muons, which are described as fat electrons, out numbered the anti-muons. Thus, we had a material girl in a material whirl as Eve begat Atom. Ever since, everything in the local universe has mattered, along with the energy to try to find out what's at the end of that rainbow. It looks to me that we are God's brain fart. Here's another brain fart. The mad genomic pioneer Craig Venter has synthesized complex genomes that were successfully installed into a bacterial cell creating what he calls a synthetic cell that is in his words --- the first self-replicating species we've had on this planet whose parent is a computer. To quote Joan Osborne's song made into a hit by Alanis Morrisette: What if God was one of us... Just a slob like one of us..... Just a stranger on the bus.... Trying to make his way home... What has Goth wrought? Let's have a look see...... She stands to de-litter! Octomom has come out for the spaying and neutering of pets. If only people would do the same. Here's something to consider. Humans differ from chimpanzees, our closest apoid relative, by 300 base pairs in the genomics of it all. Human males and females differ by one whole chromosome; that's a whole lotta base pairs different. Perhaps women are from mores and men are from penis. At any rate, we do look at each other through a kind of fun house mirror. If we make peace with the anima and animus, we make peace with our brothers and sisters, and therefore... the mirrorcle of it all. In the buullshit for bullshit while cowing the herd department..... The only free lunch is the plant kingdom. Muuuu... on. Here's an explicit article about Mahatma Gandhi's sex life. It doesn't mention that he beat his wife. So it goes with the power mongers of any sort. I'm reading a terrific book by Hampton Sides - Hellhound On His Trail - about Martin Luther King and his assassin. It's written brilliantly, based entirely on well researched fact, and flows elegantly. In the detail, you get to see that MLK, who venerated and was inspired by the Mahatma, was also troubled deeply by his family life and sex life. The vile J. Edgar Hoover drubbed him over it and drove King to his death, that was practically a suicide, as if the horror of apartheid racism wasn't enough. Unless, these folks of power are simply direct and truly honest: big light - big shadow. Parallelality happens all the time, but more so as we experience end times (see my Book of Metatronomy). The Chicago Race Riots of 1919 set off what was called the Red Summer, red for blood. At that time, Saturn was first in Leo and then in Virgo and opposed to Uranus in Pisces and later, Aquarius. This is the same sort of ultra tension that we are having right now. In the current case, the opposition is in Virgo/Pisces and then Libra/Aries. It's going to be a burning, churning summer. Can you feel it? Jupiter and Saturn have just opposed in Pisces/Virgo. They'll oppose again on 8/16/10 in Aries/Libra. This is gnarly stuff. Rip, shred, spin, drill and mutate. Society's fabric tears asunder every twenty years in this dense cycle. Because this set of oppositions dally with the beginning and end of the Zodiac, the effects are inter-dimensional and existential all the way to the bone and marrow. Here's the kicker... Jupiter and Saturn oppose exactly again much later - 3/28/11, also forming a T-cross with Pluto in Capricorn. At that time, Uranus will be back in the first degree of Aries. Mars will be marching through the last clicks of Pisces, and therefore the Zodiac. And Neptune will be in the last quarter degree of Aquarius, full of the fragrance to come of its beloved, be-ruled Pisces. Even later, in January of jolly 2012, yumpin' Yupiter will be geometrically opposed to Saturn, only two degrees off from exact, even though Jupiter will be in earliest Taurus and Saturn in latest Libra. This tension, this tension that mounts every twenty years and defines the peak of society's rhythmic cycle, is very long lasting this time around, with nearly two years' worth of effects. The planetary plot is bubbling and boiling on its way to the iconic 12/21/2012. Interlaced with all of those aspects are the oppositions of Saturn and Uranus, the last of which were in 1966-67, an extremely tense and revolutionary time. The first Jupiter/Saturn opposition is five days before Uranus omega-alphas into Aries. The middle opposition is three days after Uranus backs into Pisces. The last opposition is sixteen days after Uranus heads back into Aries for good. Do you see why it all feels sooooo very edgy? why you can't settle? why you don't know whether you are coming and going??? Sleep... perchance to dream..... not gonna happen, smoothly and refreshingly anyways. It is All coming and going. You aren't, though you've thought you were coming and going in the Dream. It just comes and goes. In this most odd windows of revelation, you can realize that it All comes and goes, and that you don't. If you realize you're being, directly by choice, you'll dissolve from your identification in the Creation machine that all ways evolves/revolves through the in/out door that has nothing to do with you. I can show you how you can directly claim your own being and dissolve your identification in the Game in a karmic clearing session, if you're interested. I highly recommend it. If you're done, if you realize that it's all coming undone such that there is an opportunity for you to come undone from the Creation machinery, then git 'er undone. You can't put the soothpaste back into the youtube, if ya know what I mean. As Uranus and Jupiter go through the Pisces/Aries cusp, they not only grind the Ouroboros of Omega/Alpha - End/Beginning; they also echo back to the end of the Arian Age as it trended into the Piscean Age. (Neptune will be cusping likewise in 2025-26, thereby stirring up all the rest of the sludge.) The whole massive messiantic mess is up for abu ghraibs now as we look at the tortuous passage of two thousand years ago in those chicaneries of yore that somehow even defined how we have marked time - as in BC/AD built around JC. The Arian Age of Kingdoms, that eventually would evolve into Nations, was built upon the Leader, The Alpha dogma, the Pyramidal Pharaoh's Game. The Piscean Age arose to glory bound that dream come true, but also held the fateful beginning of its dissolution. For the last two thousand years, dominant western civilization has held the cover story that it's all been about JC, Jesus the Christ. In my May 1st missive, I mentioned that I've come to see that Christ is not a title or a dude, that John the Baptist had realized Christ, but that it wasn't JC. JC was, in effect, along with the Roman church, anti-Christic, meaning that they claimed Christ as a high holy dude, power of God, JC deal. Christ is not an entity. It is being, and really has nothing to do with anything incarnate or disincarnate. Christ represents the realization that the crux, the crossroads of Creation, is a game of polarization crossed to itself so that it all appears to matter.... leading to notions of hierarchical structures of the lost and the savior, the powerless and the powerful. Being has nothing to do with the stories of anything, let alone Bible babble and religious fanaticism. John the Baptist was a nature boy. He was just being. He wasn't the Head of some Church or religion. He had his head cut off cuz he never wanted to be The Head of anything. Jesus was initiated to his own being by John, but then in the mad Roman swirl of the time, JC got elevated to the messiantics of Savior, of The Christ, The Crucified Embodiment of the Game, all power to Him, all Sin to us. The power game was then solidified by the priestification of the Church and the connedgregation. Remember that all along, any folks that saw through the game were destroyed. All that remained was the lowest common denunciator. Here's what I'm saying.... Now, at the end of the Piscean Age, as Uranus, Jupiter, and later, Neptune, cusp through the Aries/Pisces seam, we can the foolery of the originating Age as it comes to its end. What I see is that the Avataric stuff of JC was but a cover to the pyramid scheme that rooted in Egypt...... that the Hebrews were elaborated Egyptians, and that the Jesusarians were the end result, all the while maintaining the scheme of the Pyramid. Pharaoh for the phew, unpharaoh for everybody else. The top rules. The rest slaves. As the Aquarian Age arises, we can let thy papal go..... and all the rest of the vertically structured power ploys by the mongers of the Manger and their related ilk. The JC game has always been a Roman game. It has nothing to do with Christ, which, again, is simply the realization of one's being.... and that one's being has nothing to do with power in any way, in fact it has nothing to do with Creation, but is only along for the weird ride... until one decides not to play in what is no longer playful. I'm saying that the Piscean Age, the Roman Age of Caesarian sectioning in the power ploys of divide and conquer, began about 150 AD, when Rome came to dominance. Also, I'm saying that the JC story was used as a cover, as was the Roman Church, to maintain power in the Pyramid schemes. The Piscean Age is now ending, therefore we can see its ends, its projections, its origins, as it dissolves. The parallel to this is the Templar story which came about a little over a thousand years after JC, mid-Piscean Age, at the time of what is called the Crusades (the Crucifixaids). (See the Crusadesque set-ups that are so evident nowadays as we hear all the echoes at End times.) In the divide and conquer strategy that was especially Roman, war was the best thing going for the pyramiddlers. They made money coming and going. Wouldn't you say that this is evident with West vs. Islam, with USA's incursion into Babylon and Afghanistan, with the balling of the Cheney gang? I'm saying that the real skulls and bones Templar story is covered by the irrelevant stuff of The Grail, whether it was the lucky cup deal, or JC's bride and babies, or coded da Vinci dilly dallies. The Templars were - at bottom and at top - all about the gold. They played off all sides around the Crusadic wars, taking all the gold as they established the first truly international banking system. That system was then folded into the Roman church when the succors were killed on Friday the 13th, another key cover up. Subsequently, the actual immense power went in to the mountains of Switzerland, the mountebanks of invested neutrality, with the Vatican being the front, the cover agency, too sacred and secret to be assailed. That power has spread globally in to whatever unseen inbred offsprung reptilistic structures these greedfucks have arranged. International banking and currency are just some of the aspects in this metastasized cancer upon the body politic and economic and upon Gaia and all her pretty flora and fauna. The karmic weight of this long standing abuse comes to the fore during these judgment days of revelations. It really doesn't matter in the wrong/right of the spinning machinery. What does matter is what is ignorant. Every 26,000 years as we trend from the Piscean Age into the Aquarian Age, all the ignorance, personal and collective, arises, like oily dinosaurs of buried passed overs, whether by denial or transcendence. The muck is amok. The sludge is ajudged. The ghosts fly from their graves. Let me encourage you to watch the film Zeitgeist, even if you've seen it before. It's more timely than ever. It makes clear a number of patterns. The makers of the film still believe in the Divine or some such in the background. They still buy the Matrix, even as the fight it. Just take the things with grains of assault. See the schema. See that it is not you. Unbelieve that It's All Good, All Good, or all imprisoning. Just see. Realize your own being. It's simple and playful and has nothing to do with the Dream's Divine or Mundane. Don't buy the notion of Being as some collective Oneness, the Origin Mommy of the Dream. It's all the same software acking up the same cud for further chewing and milking. Don't be cowed by what you have herd. Be. See. Choose and unsnooze. The alarms are ringing. The straining of the draining of the Mayan colander is upon us. The slippery slope has no elope. See the scope and undope. Realize your being and watch the Dream play out and in and up and down and all around, for it is not you, you are not in it like you think, like it thinks you. Be. These next two weeks are super duper blooper scooper phantasmagoric. On 5/27, Uranus leaves the end of the Zodiac and enters Aries at 6:48 pm PDT. On 5/30, Saturn goes direct, then followed on 5/31 by Neptune going retrograde. That's Memoryial Day, when many will decide to forget to re-member.... Mars in late Leo opposes Neptune in late Aquarius on 6/4 upon the heels of Jupiter leaving the end of the Zodiac and entering Aries on 6/5 at 11:29 pm PDT. Mars hits the Sphinx Point of zero Virgo on 6/6 and then Jupiter conjuncts Uranus in the earliest moments of Aries on 6/8, something they haven't done since 2/16/1997. Perhaps you remember what a changeable time that was. They conjuncted in early Aquarius on that round. These are stunning shifts dear ones. So... you're likely going to feel many layers of stunned. The planets currently are running a Grand Cross, two kinds for a wee bit, so you not only may feel stunned, but may also feel stuck. There likely will be bolts out of the blue that kablooie your beanie. Bam Slam Tank you man. These aren't days for getting everything done and dusted. Shift is coming unhinged, hitting the fantastic, blowing away everything you thought you know or thought you were. Money, the stuff that has been made to depend our lives, is glowing red hot. Currency is of great currency. Cents will not be made of dollars, or euros, or renminbis. There is so much obscured sense to anything to do with trade in the scheme of life. Our brain stem, our genome, holds more animal than we admit. What has been unconsciously denied about our animal natured will shine through our cracked prisms of what is called human. It is difficult to predict what will transpire, what will expire and what will aspire. But spires will topple, walls will come down. What was kept out, what was kept in, what was held high and what was held over us.... is crashing down and all around. Deluge of delusion is to be revealed. Surf, don't serf. Be, don't believe. Abide, don't defend pride. Power is as power does, crushfully. Get out of The Way. Get off The Path-ology. Nothing is going Nowhere.... fast. The spin is outrageous. Centered and frugal gets you through the centrifugal. Seeing the trip gets you through the centripetal. Shop no woulds and carry no whatevers. Go about the daily business in gaily witness as best you can. Kindness is worth more than any thing. Kindness begins with you and your carcass. The rest follows. The unrest wallows. Let one thing follow another thing while being conscious and choiceful along the whey and curds. Don't milk it for all it's worth. It ain't worth It. Muuu on in the shifts and giggles. Now, back at the raunch... Prior to this latest financial meltdown, world national debt was point three percent of GDP. Now it's six percent. That's a twenty fold increase. The South/North Korea situation is hotter than hot. The North did torpedo the South's ship in March. Korea is the crazy inflamed appendix of Asia. Peritonitis is ready to happen. The penny and nickel are underwater.... It costs way more to make them than they're worth. Do you suppose the dime will be next? Even change is changing in devalued ways. Bill Maher quipped that Arizona has instituted a new law: Beans can only be fried once. Here's the truth about war and warriors, and it's time for us to wake up - - - Mental health illness is the leading cause of hospitalization in the American military. Mama don't let your sons and daughters grow up to be gunboys. From this day forward let us war no more. Let us not ruin another generation of young people who then pass it on down the line, wrapped in a flag and saluted with the pride of lyins. The creeps are at it again. The techno-crazies are going to plant many thousands of genetically engineered trees into the southeast US of A. Speaking of creeps. Have ya seen the London Olympics mascots? The USA ranks number 28 on the list of best places for motherhood. We're just above the former Soviet Bloc countries. How's that health care system going for ya, ay? We really are quite despicable to females in general. Let's clean it up. Women, if you aren't getting any respect - strike! I'm with ya. For all you tombsayers who'd like to survive the believed end of the world. There's a place for you in Terravivos, Nevada. http://www.terravivos.com/ Here's another way to view patterns. Clif High at his HalfPastHuman site informs the future by looking at massive data on the web and seeing what the archetypal trends are. http://www.halfpasthuman.com/ The other Sunday we went down to the San Pedro river for hummingbird banding. Hello and behold, Bandit, a nine year old black chinned girl showed up. She's the second oldest banded bird to ever return; the other is a ten year old. The average life expectancy of these darlins is considered to be five years, so Bandit is quite the potent gal. We also saw several hummingbirds with eggs in their tummy, one only part of a day away from laying. The shell forms in the last several hours before she lays them. Ain't it all just a miracle and a wonder!? I love these little sweeties. When Sheri Williamson, the hummer expert, checks the bird's fat and breeding status, she does so by blowing on their belly with a straw. When the fluff of the feathers part, you can see that the critters are really only the size of a large grasshopper...... yet they manage to do all of their sophisticated, in fact unprecedented, behaviors, like flying backwards, hovering and migrating farther per their body length than any other animal, all the while in these little peanut bodies with sunflower seed brains. Praise be the birds! Eva at last saw the elusive Elegant Trogon. It's a sub tropical bird that just barely makes it over into the US, right here in our precious neighborhood. Its colors are jungly bright, and people come from all over the world to have a look at it. Google: Elegant Trogon if you want to see the pretty bird. The Orchkids are blooming.... http://www.bsomusic.org/main.taf?p=10 A wonderful 60 Minutes TV show recently illustrated how brilliant and kind Gustavo's programs are. Such are the signs of things to come in the Aquarian Age. It will eventually be a time when people can be their selves, when being plays graciously and harmonically in rhythm with the Earth. If we choose, if we be. Let the music begin! ****** Mark Krueger
May 13, 2010 Maze Daze, Maze Daze Mark on da Radio! - Join Isaac George and Mark Krueger this Sunday, May 9th on Revelation Station for "Karmic Astrology-Imprints and Choice, Part II. For show info click here.
Hello Taurus! I love Taurus. Betchya couldn't tell that I'm full ofBull: Moon and Jupiter in Taurus. The Moon is exalted there in. This Earth Sign helps Luna to be a bit stable, and such placement is great for expression...... after getting over a few decades of shyness. Jupiter in the land of the Bull can make one quite greedy, but in my case, it made me naturally Buddhistic. Old Lord Buddha is considered to have been born, enlightened and deceased in Taurus. Taurians do come rather peaceful, always stubborn, and most certainly humoresque. When you're full of the Bull, you're full of buffoonery. Let us laugh. Venus and Mercury have been in Bullandia for a wee bit. They are beautiful together in the western twilight. You don't often get to see Mercury. Venus will leave Taurus 4/24 when it enters Gemini. Retro Merc will conjunct Sol along with the Full Moon in Taurus-Scorpio on 4/28. Shit's gonna fly. As I've said before, socio-political expression has been sedated and constrained for quite some time by homeland insecurity and corporate co-opting. As we get into the full on potent expression that comes with Taurus, the shouting begins in earnest. Bully shifts are occuring in the face of all the bullshits. This Full Moon in Scorpio-Taurus is ripe for explosion. Mayhem is fueled by the Saturn-Uranus opposition in Virgo-Pisces on 4/26. Revolution is peaking in what amounts to a Saturn-Uranus' full moon. They last conjuncted 10-18-1988 within two degrees of the Galactic Center in Sagittarius. The opposition this month is T-crossed to that conjunction rather closely, less than a degree from exactness. We are going galactic indeed. It's messy. There are multidimensional wars raging over Gaia. We may not even belong to the Milky Way, as I've written of before, in that we may actually belong to another intersecting galaxy. It now dawns on us that where we have been and who we have been has not been what we thought, literally and metaphorically. No wonder you and we may be feeling like has beens... or had bein's...... At any rate, there's a whole lot of irate. The fiery conjunction of '88 is expressing itself in the odd admixture of Virgo-Pisces, perhaps the two most different of all of the Sign pairs. Shrinking violets or shrieking violence?!? We shall see. Remember that the Galactic Center in 1988 was, and is now, in the very darkest part, so to speak, of the Zodiac. Late Sagittarius is right before the Winter Solstice - the return of the Light.... the return of JC, as such. That's a load don'tchya think? The End is not near. The End is here. You can feel it and see it if you are tenderly aware. When we get to the density of Mayan Calendar unwindment in 2011 and 2012, the thick of the brick will be unmistakable. Nevertheless and evertheunmoored, Ending is upon us. It is so. It is sewn. It is sown. With Virgo being the end of the first half of the Zodiac, and the Sign that Saturn is in, and Saturn being the end planet in the solar system until Uranus was discovered 1781, there's a great deal of endliness in Saturn being at the end of Virgo. Since it is exactly opposed to Uranus at the end of the Zodiac, what we have is End, squared and squared again. All of this is preternaturally hexpotential. So.... it is difficult to speak of. We ain't been here before. As a result, we are remarkably made aware of Before, Here and There, and especially Ain't. But.... to make it extra supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, Saturn will re-enter Libra on 7/21/10 and exactly oppose Uranus in Aries on 7/26. Thereby, we get a re-doubled opposition in two different pairs of Signs. The second polarity has Saturn in the beginning of the second half of the Zodiac - Libra, as Uranus is in the beginning of the Zodiac - Aries. That may sound like hallelujah good news except that dear Uranus will retreat to the end of the Zodiac - Pisces - on 8/13, a Friday the 13th, by the by.... look out Templars! And I mean it!!! Uranus won't be back to Zero Aries until 3/12/2011. Any notion of a perfect landing is just the software obscurating a hope along classically. Do you see how much Comings and Goings are grinding in the mill? Do you think you'll get peace or peaceful in the midst of all of this? Any Savior will just offer to save-your file for ya in the midst of the meltdown. That'll just keep you hangin' on the Wheel, timed out, awaiting the new and improv-ed spin du jour. Tis merely whistling in the ignorance, if you see what I'm sayin'. Peace be what you are. Claim your own being if you want peace. If you expect to get peace, here or in the afterlift, you'll just be in pieces chasin' your pieces thinking that it's peace. No worries. That's the way it always is. What is unique about our time is that you can see the machinery of the comings and goings on. You can see that it's everlasting loopy. Therein lies the suffering. The software belies you into seeking the Truth, the Higher Ground, the One Truth. Consider forsaking such forsoothing if you are tired of the wheelin' dealin' in the Creatatorium of yin yang flip floppery. It's all the same software in heaven and High Heaven and in the third eye of the third god of the third goddess. One - Won - is just the intrinitudinal projection of the polarizing system - belief in relief - try-angling with baited breadth in hopesies of bettersies. (My essay InTrinity and Beyond explains how these mechanisms work.) You are your being. Not Buddha Being. Not the One of All Being. Not the Higher Being. All of that is the folderol, the fold o'er all, of the software that all ways splits and triangulates while ever suggesting, like a trance inducement, that you'll get to the delight at the end of the tunnel, the one true One at the vanishing point of the software's perspective. Claim your being if you want to realize, and I mean realize, the peace and delight and freedom of your being. The world is aswirl, and suffering will be garish and surreal. The next several years are already hurting. You can feel them as you feel your way in the Dream. Just realize that it is not you and be kind, first with yourself, and with others along the way. Both the Virgo-Pisces and Libra-Aries oppositions of Saturn-Uranus are T-crossed by geometry to Pluto in Capricorn. The 7/26 polarization is very much square to Pluto cuz all three planets will be in the beginnings of their Cardinal Signs. As an added bonus: ol' Jupiter will be hanging in early Aries, too. That makes four of the five outer planets involved in this cornered cornering of the End curve. What a load! What an unload! Be kind, dewind.... The planetary geometries are getting complexed, fast and furious. Crises are a result of cry-sieze. If ya can't grieve the suffering of it all, grievance outpours in volcanic paroxysms. People's stubborn is riled to the breaking point. Their beliefs belie their unfaced unconscious load. Now they puke in rebuke, they spew projectively in ignorance because they haven't faced their own shadow. Things are going to get ughly if ya know what I mean. People aren't good. They aren't bad. People are beings buried under crystallized layers of karmic stories which are unfaced sufferations of long and longings ago. At End times, the beginnings, the roots, the formative core layers stored in pandemonium's box are ejected because they were rejected. If you see, if you see deeply, if you express but do not believe.... the layers melt. If you bury in transcendence or denial, all the shadow is made realllly realllllly real. That is what now explodes upon the scene, both personal and most floridly collective. Pop goes the evil. Evil is what was not lived, not faced, and then unconsciously projected out for the shadow boxery of demonization. Madness proliferates. If you can't see how insane normal is, you'll be very surprised by how crazy the world and the people you know are going to get. The bulwarks are unhinging. Reality is Palin comparison. Gnarl Roves. The Cheney gang has waterboarded that fatwahtic Khalid Sheikh Mohammed over 183 times in symbolic effigy of our collective drowned gasps. The only thing to fear is itself to fear. The terror is firma indeed. D'earth is co-lapsing with our uppitiness in a mean down sin drome. The gilted age is now a guilted age of weeping too late and of gnashing with shiny white teeth. We've chewed our coulds and milked the scared cowed. The shame of our sham is upon us. Anyway, you get the picture. The trances are so thick... I blast. Numb and numberer is the disorder of the daze. As tensions rip and roar, flaccidity viagravates. Weakness is strengthened. It's sheer sheepfulness and woolful misconduct. Be and choose. See and express. Unbelieve and let real be as plastic as it actually is. Realizing your being allows you some play with all these messy antics. Getting will get you losing. Having will have you be had. Be and enjoy the delight of your being. All the rest is unrest. Speaking of heavy ends.... Russian and American scientists have discovered/created a new element that is considered a sort of missing link in the heavy end of the periodic table. Rather than appear and go poof, it lasts quite a bit longer than its loaded brethren. 'Twill be a while before it is officially named. Meanwhile, because it has an atomic number of 117, they call it Ununseptium. Ain't that perfect? It had been theorized that at some point these humanly created elements would begin to endure, as it were. Berkelium, for instance, lasts just moments. Ununseptium's half life is greatly longer. Perhaps a brave new world is being created in these mega colliders, beyond Uranium 92. If so, the future won't be Light. It'll be heavy indeed. Have you noticed that you can't sleep at night and can't stay awake in the day? It's the topsy turvydom of Uranus in Pisces opposed to Saturn in Virgo. Jupiter in Pisces amps this up even more. Dreamland is overloaded. We're being ground day and night because of massive shifts. Remember what it was like in 1999? Back then sleep was at a premium, too. Either way you slice it, during slumber or in day wake, we are always essentially unconscious in the Dream. Right now it hurts. You can feel the tired in the Dream. Mercury retrograde is thick. This cycle is 24 days, ending 5/11. Awareness is what counts. Thinking will be elevated and spinful. This is a time to let go of your attention on the contents of thinking and simply notice the noise of the machinery. You can choose through the buzz. Give it all some space and take the pressure off of getting things right. Everything is coming and going so quickly nowadays such that you aren't going to get it right, or even get It. Just play with it all as best you can. Thirty three of the States are out of unemployment compensation money. With the upheaval in Kyrgyzstan, you can see the insane politics of the US. People are revolting there because of the country's regime of horror show leaders. The US pays off this highly repressive regime so that it can use its air base to shuttle soldiers and materiel into Afghanistan in the name of democratizing it. Bullshit is thick and cruel. Wars are just for making money for oligarchs, not for making peace or justice. Russia is trying to get us off of their borders and out of their former colonized territories. There'll be much more nastiness to come in the istans of the region. In 1950, the average life expectancy of a person on the planet was 47. Now it is 68. Whether we have more babies to support us olding farts, or whether we have less babies to keep the population down while us boomeroos wither away, the prospects for a fine little planet with plenty of resources and room are severely diminished. No wonder outer space is being pushed as the new frontier. Society is looking more like a rat's nest. In recent weeks, thousands of cities and towns set all time heat records for those dates. Caribou, Maine broke their record by twenty four degrees. All of this was just a couple of weeks after heavy late snowfalls at the end of a very difficult winter. All this mess should not be called global warming or climate change. The globe warms and cools and always changes. What we are seeing is a humanly polluted system that has gone berserk. Just paying attention makes the mess apparent. All the polarized politicized wars around the issue blinds people to the obvious. We have ruined our nest and it's going to rock and roll for many decades. Gaia'll be fine. But I sure hate to see so much beauty and grace go to human waste. The monoculture mania metastasized throughout the planet has dumbed down down down a most elegant and gracious garden. Our ignorant knowledge is kicking us out. The serpent is the surplus spent. Because of the odd El Nino winter, tree blooming was delayed such that bunches of species are popping at once creating a fluster cluck of pollen peril. Whether a person is distinctly allergic or not, it gets everyone, a sort of natural pollution, like volcanic smog on Hawaii. The pall of pollen is taxing the immune system creating an extreme drag. There are many drags these days in the perfect sturm und drang of Endish times. If you lived through the Sixties or have shopped health food stores, you know about Dr. Bronner's soap. There's a wonderful documentary about the dear Doctor, who of course wasn't an accredited doctor. Have you ever seen the film - Australia? Let me suggest that you do so simply to experience the aboriginal boy - Brandon Walters - who is the character Nullah. He is potently charismatic with some of the best eyes ever seen in cinema. I'm not a fan of the director Baz Luhrmann, but the film has its charms, most especially Nullah. Here's a quote from Michelle Mercer's bio: Will You Take Me As I Am - Joni Mitchell's Blue Period. Joni speaking of living amongst men, whom she actually adores: "I'm a good pool player, but you don't dare play well as a woman. You'll bruise the fun if you play too good." That's so telling. Women have had to keep their light under the bushel for ever and a daze, just to keep from tweaking the fragility of the dumb, insecure boys of this world during this way too long patriarchy. Let us stop all of that now. Let 'em hurt. It's time they feel their feelings and make friends with them. How else can they be friends with anyone else? In the bizarre Tiger Woods Nike ad, TW's papa is speaking as Tigger stares at the camera. It's an out take from another recording. Senior Woods was not addressing his boy directly, but this is the philosophic pressure that he foisted upon his messiantic junior. He says: What are you thinking? What are you feeling? And, did you learn anything? Tiger's daddy was a philandering military man. He brought big pressure on a little boy who had to perform, and not just in golf. With his dad always god-ing over him, and ironically making Tiger a god along the way, Tiger was imprinted to retain himself from such pressure by: denying his actual thoughts and feelings such that he never learned from his transgressions along the way. He was sociopathically split from himself, and others, including his loved ones. The rotten fruit doesn't fall far from the over ripe tree. Did you know that there are more species of fishies than birds, reptiles, amphibians and mammals put together? This is an amazing watery planet. I've revisited a most wonderful series on DVD - David Attenborough's: We've got three hummingbird feeders up. They are busy all the time now. Be well dear ones, ps I've reduced the price of my 2010 Vision essay about this wild and wacky year to $10.50. It's the calendar thing, time sales on. You'll find it most helpful nevertheless and alwaysthemore. ; ^ } ****** Mark Krueger Kling Earthor and the Daze aRound Stable Jesus Christ! He's back. What the hell on Earth is he doing for heaven's sake? When last seen, the Son had risen. It was then that It dawned on us - there was Light at the beginning of the Love tunnel. We've dug That with dull tunneled vision, all the way, down through this bullshit in the China shop such that we have hit the great Walmartyrdom of all the stuff we have loved, instead of each other. As a result, we feel Blue in the Special Light of our not oKmartyrdumb. As the Son settles, we realize that we have dropped as we have shopped - discounting ourselves and the world. Meanwhile, the Pope shits in the woulds. Unbearably, the boy feels altared, papalably molested. What a god offal thing. It buggers him to know end, to be dyssed, uncovered. Who would Jesus do? The Apostles are appalled. It's as if the sainted Peter had left his Mark in the John, or is it just bad Luke.... If any One can, the Vatican. The Swiss guard their banked accounts of the Holey See, for it takes a pillage to raise a child molester's defense of their fancied pants and sacred communions. Let us prey..... The Church is incensed, as it is whorshipped, with smoke and miracles. What in the God's names is going on and on and on? Buddha can you spare a dime? Could you Kali me for a little assistance? I've a low keetashivara, if ya know what I mean. Or, are you just mean in your great meaningfulness? Mother Mary'd, but Jesus Christ, it didn't work out for the better. Everybody just feels Cross, hung out to cry, repeatedly nailed by conned spearacies and thorny boasterds. What's humankind to do in this unkind human stew? The bitter juice of Jah Way is like a jar over us. The stew fees are killing us. You slam, i slam, we all slam a lamb a ding dong... and for what? ... some Y that always appears in the road to know Where. We're tired of being forked? Our concord is divided by fast schist grim stone. Buried unto death, we live darkly, tunneling for love, never to alight, only shined on by the Son. Wholly, we are like ghosts adrift in sea change on the See's shore. We've been adicked, hoped on the Pope rope, our souls reamed and reamed again religiously in rapacious regal rectaltude. God, don't help us. Just let thy people go... while You get back o' beyond you sereney weanie holy winin' denyin' Son of a grand glitch. Are ya havin' a God time? Enjoying sacred suckrafice? Holy muckerall, we're havin' a hell of a time on the way to heaven's parlayed gates. Praise the gored and passeth all understanding, for He overstands us in His merci beau coupe de vile.... and He's driving. Us mad? There's never been a better time to have a worse time in order to get done with time having you in the wurst way. The grind has ya feeling like losers trying to be wieners. Hot dog! Don'tchya just relish trying to catchup in this must turd world of chilly, dogged bunishment? Even if you're kosher, the frank realization is that you've simply gone to the dogs for a God grilling in the Game of Life. Want to Last Suppersize that??? Judas yo self and merry on dat! I say blaspheme rather than blah steam in the souper dupered dream schtickle of it All. You've got nothing to lose but suffering in the silly sallies of this desultory dreckscapade. Realize your being and unwind from the mudness. Clearly you be if clearly you choose to be. For 3/31 and Fool's Day, the Moon is in Scorpio while it's opposed to Venus just into Taurus. That opposition is squared to Mars in Leo and Uranus in Aquarius. With all of the Fixed Signs occupied, the President of the United Snakes decided to leak that he will announce opening up huge American coastal tracks to off shore gas and oil drilling. That's the last bale of straw for me. Fuck Obama and the three quarters of a billion dollar donations that he rode into office on. He's really done nothing but pander massively to Big Pharma and the health insurance profiteers. He's pumped up Afghanistan plundering and all that mercernarianism. We'll see if we really get out of the Iraq-et. His administration is laced with the vermin that foisted the financial boondogglery upon us, and, is ever so maintaining the biggest crime in our history, save maybe the railroads and such. Now he gets full on oily with the drill bastard drill deal. He oughta be supporting direct conservation of energy/resources and the true diminishment of planetary plunderment. He is not. He is in the pockets of the cocksuckers supreme. The Tea Party will morph into the TNT Party cuz the gates of hell are open wide..... Tis an H E Double Hockey Stick realm... Wanna see? Have a look at this ancient Mexican schtick and ball game called pelota purepecha: Joy Behar was on the Tonight Show recently. Some months ago I suggested that she ought to take over the iconic hour after dumpage of Leno/Conan. She's way funny. Jay asked her about Glenn Beck. She looked into the camera and said to the gland called Glenn - I don't hate you. I don't give a flying fuck about you. Wonderfully, fuck wasn't bleeped. I don't recall fuck ever being not bleeped. Joy got through. Right on baby. Her show on HLN is packed with women. Right on ever more so baby. Obama re-did his signature on the amended health care bill. The first signing was in the portal-cracking Cardinal Sign Grand Cross. The second was during the Aries-Libra Full Moon o rama. He signed it on 3/30/2010 = 333. (Have a look at my newest essay - InTrinity andBeyond.) Remember that the O-man's oath of office was flubbed, and he had to re-do it. His first was during a Moon void of course. The dude is either trying to get these things right, or he's in the business of obscurement. Shit happens when shift happens, but Barack seems to be full on shifty. I don't like the shit he's doing. Hmmm... 333 plus 333 equals 666. It looks to me like Obama man is 333 and the Palin horse of the Apoxeclipse is the other 333. It's beginning to add up. I hope that somehow through this hellth scare muddle, folks get some true relief from suffering. It is so hard to be hammered by ills and accidents, let alone having to put up with all the abuses of the system, including being left out in the cold with everything stripped from you. I recently was there and have undone that. It hurts more than can be spoken. I know that a number of you have been through such as well. Embodiment isn't for sissies... it's for Sisyphusies. Peace be unto our bodies and our life. Didjya know that, adjusted for the size and age of population, the US of A's cancer death rate has only declined by five, that's 5, per cent since 1950. Most of the improvement is due to better taking care of breast cancer. I know some folks who have benefited greatly from the allopaths' care when in the clutches of the Big C. I've known others who have been roilingly maltreated, really tortured along the way in a fancy techno barbarism. Something is very goofy about the lack of improved results over sixty years of mega bucks push to The Cure. Frankly, it's always looked like a scam to me. The medicos seem to have their heads up their assets, just like the financial companies. Therein lies the real cancer. Until we awaken to our own self awareness and care, these blood succors shall suck our life blood. From what I see, all health insurance is just wealth assurance for the profiteers. Importantly, it excludes some of the most useful alternative modalities from which I and many others have benefited. I know that many well intended folks of great kindness and ability dwell within the sickening for profit system. I want them to break out and lead, as we join them, in true wellth and kindness. Our bodies and lives have been divided and conquered in the Caesarian sectionings of centuries of allopathic abuse. It's a lot of blood, sweat and tears under the bridge. Likely it'll take a century or two to unwind this and manifest what we want.... if.... we are conscious enough. On that count, I see quite a long row to hoe. Can ya dig it? Can we dig it? Let us intend so. If not, consider this: 20 per cent of human genes are now patented, owned, if you will, or if you won't. Time to write a new book: Our Bodies, Not Ourselves. This fun fact blows me, and perhaps you, away. For every human cell in our body, we have ten times more non-human cells in us. We are a living committee. Most of the critters are bacteria. In our gut, there dwells 5-35 thousand species. Tis the colony of moiville! Of all these bacteria that intersect with us, only about a hundred species are pathogenic. Can you just feel all the cellular 'phone' chatter within in us? It is a wonder that we walk around without full on disease. In humanity, one third of individuals carry inactive tuberculosis (I'm one of them, daddy had it), one half has Heliobacter pylori - the stomach ulcer bug, and one half carry Staphylococccus aureus, which can be a nasty critter indeed. Life is dying to live and living to die. Do you really want to depend upon It as who you are, or as some gloriousity? End times are revelatory. You get to see beyond the veils. Consider your self a Gomboc - always self righting... Two Hungarian scientists took several years to create a mono-monostatic object that finds its way back home, every time. So be you. Check it out and have Here's the purdiest bird I've ever done seen: a male Vermillion Flycatcher. http://www.birdzilla.com/images/stories/450images/vermillion-flycatcher-450.jpg The other day we saw a sweet boy for extended time in perfect sunlight. Our bird buds are slow to migrate back this year - too cold it would seem, with a lack of fleurs and buggies. At our window, we've had the wintered over Anna's hummingbird. But now, Blackchins, Costas and Broadbills are back, plus Eva saw a Magnificent. Any day now, they'll explode on the scene. After more than a dozen years of drought, which likely is a long dry cycle of unknown length, plants and flowers are compromised to a great extent. Even though Ramsey Canyon creek will flow abundantly this year, the base of the food chain will still be compromised to some degree. In Ramsey, there has been an abundance of another fave - Painted Redstarts. Such delicious sprites! Check out moi on Isaac George's BlogTalk Radio show - Revelation Station. On the 3/28 show, see side bar for link, I talk for an hour and a half about Karmic Astrology - Imprints and Choice. You may enjoy hearing about Tiger Woods, Temple Grandin and how I read karmic patterns in people's charts. Let me encourage you again to discover Temple Grandin. I first learned of her through Errol Morris's Stairway to Heaven doco. Here's a snippet on her view of autism. http://www.templegrandin.com/templegrandinart.html This woman of tremendous courage and brilliance is transforming the world in very important ways. She vivifies la difference. Because of difficulties with human social interaction and cues, autisticish folks get buried in their bodies and estranged from the world. We all do. So.... listen to Grandin. She understands some very important things about being... in the Temple. Sometimes I hurt so much I just want to cry. I cry for me and I cry for us. Sometimes I want a movie that meets me there. HBO's film: Temple Grandin, starring Claire Danes, is just the ticket. In her gorgeous performance, Grandin is illuminated, Clairely indeed. You'll also enjoy a supporting cast of dramatis delicato that shows to go ya that kind happens. There's nothing more significant than that. Praise be. Ms Grandin has a close conjunction of Venus, Sun and Mercury within two degrees in Virgo. This woman wired to be rather split from humanity is actually a leading proponent of us two-leggeds. She more naturally dwells in the world of the four-leggeds. She has a Jupiter in Scorpio in her twelfth house, part of a Grand Cross of Saturn in Leo conjunct Pluto at the power point of that Sign opposed to Moon in Aquarius, also at the power point. This intense tension is squared by her Jupiter in Scorpio opposed to her part of fortune in Taurus. Though Temple tends to be estranged from humans, she is fully grounded in the natural world, with uttermost compassion for animals. It is indeed her awareness of the bio-logic that is the touchstone into our deepest and oldest humanity. After all, we've been monkeying around for a long time. What I see is that Grandin experienced an extreme polarity in her mother's and father's marriage. She went inside karmically to the roots of pain down closer to the brain stem. In the film biopic, she queries where do the animals or people go when death occurs. In the land of the living, wherein people busily do rather than be, humans are dead to the world. It's lonely out there. Temple was and is acutely aware of this. Tis better to be with those that be, like critters. Though not articulate about such, Grandin is deeply aware of heartbreak and is intent on embracing it in her own unique way. Her understanding of space, structure and flow arises from her intimacy of the incarnate cage. In her fine synthesis, she sees what we herd and listens to how we mooove. Better yet, she refuses to be cowed or slaughtered. Claire Danes is a full-mooner - Aries Sun, Libra Moon. She also has difficulty being in a world that is so resistant to being. The tension with her mother, the existential looking glass of all females, compels her to continually seek illumination through acting, through exploring character and relationship. Her Saturn in Virgo opposes to her Venus/Mercury in Pisces leading her to continually try to resolve the sense that her compassion, inherently exquisite feelings of depression and oppression, are not quite right with her papa, and thereby the world. However, Claire quests to deign it so and will not be deterred. She's grand in her temple, too. Danes' Uranus in Scorpio is conjunct Grandin's Jupiter. She Clairefies the linchpin of Grandin's Temple. Claire's Saturn in Virgo is conjunct Temple's Venus, Sun, Mercury planetary cluster of identity and expression, so highly shy, to say the least. Claire Danes gives form to Temple Grandin. Now that's some acting. Good on them both for allowing full expression of the story of being in a world unkind and ignorant, yet onwards through those doors that seem impenetrable walls. We all walk to the slaughterhousian gate of death that doth part us. Let us be kind in kind so kind along the merry way. Unwind, be kind, ****** Mark Krueger Hellth, Scare, Reformation March 25, 2010 This is the inseminate for a baby jesus day - nine months 'til Xmas. Have you done your shopping yet? Won't you be a good consumer for Christ's sake? You'll find money changers at every temple of sacred commerce. Throw them your bones, people. Uncle Sam kneads you, and your bread. Stop loafing so that you can get sandwiched in the baloney at the Mayo clinic. Let the headlines read: Sick Fuckers Fix Succor... or... Sick Fuckers Put the Fix on Suckers. It's the Hellth Scare Reformation. The ninety-five feces have hit the cathartic wall. Don'tchya feel battered already? Taken, too, and scald me in the mourning. We've been doctored again. Bend over and cough up your wallet. What the H is their MO? Sick Simper Fie. Grin and bear it. Bare your bottom line for you must be properly vaccinated against true wellth and prosperity, for thine is Our Kingdom, Power and Glory, ah mendicants. How dumbocratic. How rapepublican. How now borrowin' cowed? The hellth insuredprofitance companies will now have a de-stinked advantage.I wish I had a Daimler for every time Congress passes winds of change. The old farts once again have shat in the hat. The Profits have spoken. The sheep have been sheared. It's a warm vision of the I guess we've swallowed our medicine and now must be patient, forever. The physicians have gone meta. We worship you, O Profit. As we walk through the valley of dearth, we will fear all evil doers, but fear not the Gods' weasel, for their Rod, their Blagojevich and his staff, are with us. Omen. It's psalms for the poor.... The Lords are my shitherd, I shall not want, but Owe. They maketh me to lay down my soul proprietorship; my greed pastors mayest have my best interests, yea verily even my principals, for I am besides myself in the green pasteurization; they hath leadeth me not unto tempered nation, but unto The Profit, so sayest the Lords. They guide us in their Righteous Path, quiet whatever, for their name's sake. They have prepared tables for us, to chart progress, to anoint heads of state with oil and gold, for their coup runneth over us. Surely their godness will follow us all the daze of our lives, and we will dwell in the hose of the Lords forever. Amend not. An ill wind blows. No good. Bad to the boners. We fester at high and mighty noon. The body politic has politicked the body. The Own Us is upon us. We have been subdivided and conquerooed. Our ass is grass, for aging, chewed again and again cuz they cud, all the better for milking. Mooove on. The turf has been serfed. Be assured that the Profit has been insured. The public has been served... notice. Own is the lowliest number that will ever be herd. All for One and won for haul. Pity the fool and patty the cake, for they ate it too. How crumby will it get? How caked will be the icing? Obama signed the succor during a full on Grand Cross in Cardinal Signs. The cancer of warmongery is like Aryan sunshine upon the saturnine balance. The Celestial box is a coffin - nuts beholden, while we turn to the right. Alas, and a lack, we have passed with flying collars. We're in the Righteous Army now. Our hand upon the Plow.... marching, marching to Shibboleths...... As we have been sliced and diced, the craps are rolling. Seven signs come eleven eleven times.... For the die has been cut, the die have been cast... Hear ye, here ye: Bob Dylan's - Chimes Of Freedom Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight An' for each an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the night An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing. In the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched With faces hidden as the walls were tightening As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin' rain Dissolved into the bells of the lightning Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an' forsaked Tolling for the outcast, burnin' constantly at stake An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing. Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind An' the poet an the painter far behind his rightful time An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing. In the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales For the disrobed faceless forms of no position Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts All down in taken-for granted situations Tolling for the deaf an' blind, tolling for the mute For the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an' cheated by pursuit An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing. Even though a clouds's white curtain in a far-off corner flashed An' the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale An' for each unharmfull, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing. Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caught Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last look Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended Tolling for the aching whose wounds cannot be nursed For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worse An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing. The apocalyptic Armedandgetiton has begun. Lineages have been drawn like guns in the shifting sands of End Times. Resonant armies form thickly at the Gate, yet no guardians can be found. We are in this to gather, for Kingdoms come, to an End, neareth you. It be not you. You need not knead the knot. We have been tangled up in blues, long cruisin' in the bruisin'. If you can't join them, you can't be beaten by them. Hellth have no fury like when you scorn the woe men. Freely be and be freely. You are your being and no thing else. It is time to come undone from the evile doings. Our paths cross at crossed paths. Path-ology is the pathetic problem always seeking soulution. In belief we leave our being. Claim your being to leave all the unrest behind. There comes the Full Moon of 3/29 in Aries/Libra. Refreshment seemingly is offered in this first Sign of the Zodiac, especially as it peaks. Replenish your self. Let this be the end of the beginning for you. Be instead of begin. As we begin The End, you can end the beguine of the beginning that always has its end in sight. Unloop to devoid the loopy that cometh. The waggins are circling. The tales will be driving doggedly. That dog can haunt, like a heated bitch, as the moanin' is agroanin'. You haven't seen anything yet, but you can hear it. By the stench doth your gnostrils know... The Four Hoarse Men of the EpochEclipse howl. There is the Rush/Limbo in the CawCawCawl of Beckoning at MurderRock where the Fux live, spewing, as the WoeMen Palin comparison to the ballin' Cheney. Death and Dearth ride the dark night, jokers with slashed smiles, harking succubusly while having a wail of a God time. Entanglements flourish. Many hats are worn in the Easter parade. Values and expression are at Cross purposes. Do not cruise in fixation. Uncross your legacies. Pluto goes retrograde on 4/6. Karmauppance erodes even more so as 4/7 brings Saturn back into Virgo. What e'er be ill feels as if it will kill. Don't buy, or sell, these grinding judgments at this oh so critical stage. It's just assed reflux, the stuffed nonsense of the mind. Take gentle care of your dear self. Have a session with yours truly. Clients are reaping precious rewards in my counsel. I value your being, so you can, too. I help you get beyond the helpless/hopeful knot. I reflect the patterns that are not you, so that you can rechoice to enjoy the delight of your being. Be kind and unwind. If you're feeling puzzled, check out the documentary - WordPlay - about Will Shortz, the editor of the New York Times' crossword puzzles. It's fun and revelatory, especially if you like that kind of thing. Eva and I regularly play the Sunday Magazine offering. We git er done totally about ninety per cent of the time. It's not exactly relaxing though, as some of the film's players reported; but satisfaction is guaranteed even as we grind and groan. In the movie, Eva noted that many of the folks were left handed like her. There's something to the creative brilliance of our sinister minority. Derek Paravicini, the musical savant, was highlighted again on 60 Minutes. He has really developed, though he's still an idiot, as they used to say. I get a big chuckle of his manifest absence of interest in much of daily reality. Derek's a true ham and fully brilliant. He can now play, spontaneously, thousands of tunes which he has heard only once. By request, he can superimpose any one of them into different styles and keys on a moment's notice. His playing is less stiff and he's really become a fine, soulful musician. Play on Mr. Paravicini! By the by, he's the great grandson of Somerset Maughm. Google him for riffs and giggles. Sandra Bullock starred in, and was Oscared for her, performance in Blindsided. Then, she was blindsided by the revelation that her hubby philandered while she was filming Blindsided. The ironies of karmic patterns have always fascinated me. She publicly praised him for having her back and for his being a real man. He was a real man alrighty. While he had her back, he used it as a front, diddling dee do dee do. Real men aren't macho. Macho males are surreal men with shriveled animas, and little dicks to match, who act big to cover their unkindness. Women who love to love the macho mates have oppressed animuses. They can't get their inner dicks out, so they blindly side with the blindsidin' thick pricks who treat them as badly as they were conditioned. What a pity. Real men are their selves, emotions and expression intact. They R-E-S-P-E-C-T with kindness. Real women are likewise strong and supple. Tiger Woo'd got outted some more. What a sexty dude! He enjoys clubbing, is a happy hooker, a cad with catty remarks. Soon he returns to golf in the Master's tournament at Augusta National, a club that still does not allow women. The old boy club is great for the old boy to go clubbing again. That Tiger is whiter than white on rice, ain't he. Such mastery! We'll see if he can get out of the rough. Will he miss his birdies? Will he shoot better than 14 over porn? Who's going to take his balls out of the cup now? And what kind of a score card will he be keeping? Maybe he's just suffered from all those fans screaming - put it in the hole - all these years. What would Buddha do? Non-Hispanic White birth rates have gone from two thirds of American society in 1990 to less than half presently. Whitey is fading. The USA's de facto apartheidism will come back to haunt it. No wonder white folks are up in arms, second amendment included. Sociological strata are being upended. The economy reflects topsy turvied re-calibration of everything. As bubbles pop, revaluation occurs. Entrenched powers have been shooting their selves in the foothold. They are discovering that they have squeezed the life out of their privileged opportunities by greedy grasp asset turgidity. Beginning in 2012, for three years, three quarter of a trillion dollars worth of corporate junk bonds will be coming due. In a similar time frame, US government bonds will be coming due to the tune of two trillion dollars worth of further borrowing. Credit is going to be severely crunched. Inflation will roar as development money becomes very costly and the high expenses are passed on to the consumer. Lower production will drive up the price of scarce goods. Simultaneously, growth will shrink along with income, leaving goods and services unsold. Prices and wages will come down to unsustainable levels for businesses and families. Order will crumble entropically. It's called depression, but it really is the karmic harvest of oppression. Corporate capitalism is unsustainable. Did you know that American hotel properties are valued at fifty per cent of their peak several years ago? Occupancy rates have dropped to nearly fifty per cent. Hundreds of hotels are defaulting. Phoenix's commercial real estate value has dropped more than fifty per cent in the last year. Arizona is especially damaged by all manner of overgrowth. All of these goings-ons are the other money-shoo that's dropping. First it was finance, automakers and home owners. Collapse continues to happen, even as the expando metastasize-it economy looks like it is rolling on. Many corporations fed heavily from the piggy trough in order to peak their value. Now the pig in a poke becomes the deepest of troughs. Media obscuration, along with massive amounts of uber inflated rich folks' money that sits on the sidelines waiting to go back into paper profiteering schemes, keep the equity markets pumped up bubbliciously. Such speculation robs society of liquidity that could be put to work in real ways that would employ people in communities circulating real wellth. Despite critics beliefs, there isn't much fat to cut in local and federal governments, and even corporate flab has been well trimmed. Taxes will have to go up, perhaps on consumption, like value added taxes that exist in much of the developed world. Spending, public/corporte and personal, will inherently go down. Labor will continue to be squeezed hurtfully. Society, its stability and continuity, will tend to severely destabilize before it re-stabilizes. Flow don't go, with the belief jerky. Confidence in all these cons by the pros will continue to erode precipitously. Fancy revolutions have created severe convolutions. All this extreme intertwined organization begets extreme complicated entropy. Meanwhile, blind belief maintains bubbleness beyond common sense. Weird admixtures of inflation/deflation will shred the fabric of what we have valued. Much of what we love will disappear, replaced by cheapened substitutes of empty knockoffs. We've consumed ourselves out of hows and homes. The shifts will soon hit the fantastic as we lose worthwhile culture and talent. Life will have to simplify in primary ways if we are to keep value intact. One thing I've proposed before: Make the fine print legalese into the large print, and make the large print marketing madness into fine print. We are sold nothing but personal liabilities and horseshit while the corporations maintain freedumb of crapcicity all the way to the bank. Another idea: Standardize all shipping/packaging into fully re-useable units. Unwind stupid recycling in which organized containers are then entropized, shipped around some more, and then, maybe, turned back into useable forms. In the longest run, it's all wasteful and de-energizing. Bring back local utilizations which employ people in worthy work. Do not allow marketing to drive packaging and such. De-advertise society. We've been sold the uniquity of the box rather than value of what we actually consume. The world has been cancerfied in about seventeen umptilian ways. It must end. Taxing consumption would be useful in reducing some bits of strain on the planet. Easing income taxes would help with productivity incentives. Corporations must bear more taxation while their freedom to dump on society is extremely curbed. Less is more if we gain quality interconnectivity with true freedom. Never allow them to call you a consumer. Instead be the producer and director of your own playful life. The corporate agenda is greed, plain and simple. Everyone has been corporatized to that agenda. Bubbles - extreme, insane ignorances - can only result from such metastisizic mania. Food, shelter, energy, transport, communication, and culture of real value must be sustainable in honest, humble ways in all bases of human life. It is essential that our planetary impacts and effect be choicefully reduced. If not, the madness will rip and shred maddeningly. Our hellth is scarcely sustained by greedacious deformations. Wellth is slower and deeper. It is joyfully delighted with more open time and space. Let it be so by being just so. Be, and sow what you want, not what you are sold. Linnaeus must be aligning in his grave. Biology's taxonomy of evolutionary development is being restructured by genomic revelations. What you see is not necessarily what was begot. Did you know that the lotus is most closely related to the sycamore tree? If your lotus position has left you sick a bit more, get off your gilded lily pad and branch out. Limber your limbs and limn the possibilities of playing. Wellth to you all, ****** Mark Krueger
Pink Noise Mars was retrograde for three months and just turned around in the very first degree of Leo. This whole transit brought up every baby suckin' incarnate imprint that ya got. There is nothing deeper, thicker and more sufferful. Now that Mars is direct, it'll take another three months to get beyond Leo and on into Virgo. Whatever infantile stuff you didn't burn through will now be acted out. It's very intricate and convoluted. It's the stuff of embodiment, of society, of relationship, even of the mommy/daddy god goop. Look out. Look in. Look. The fear/shock of getting a body unconsciously projects out to the fear/shock of losing the body. Why do you think health care, pandemics, war, abortion, eternal life, death of the planet and genetic/bio engineering are so lit up these days? Religion/spirituality are always trying to make sense of the revolving, supposed evolving, doors of the Game. Life and Death are the existential quandaries. Where did i come from? Where will I go? You are not an I. You are not a One, the One, or the Other One. You are not the Triune beyond the Dual. (I have new essay for illumination of the beyond dual game entitled: InTrinity and Beyond.) You are your own being. You are not Being; that's a projection that keeps you owned into the Dream. Your own being doesn't exist before or after or beyond the Dream. Your own being does not exist. The Dream exists. It spins off endless existences as you dream of the gain of them or fear for the loss of them. None of that is you. Your being has nothing to do with the Dream. The Dream just got identified on you. That'll always be the mystery. It happened, and all happenings have followed upon it. You can't do your way out of it, because you've never been in it. Every effort to escape, unite, transcend, ascend and embrace the Dream only deepens your identification in the Dream. Claim your being and let dissolve what is not you. Come undone. The Dream is about to wreck holy havoc because of the culminating ignorania of beliefs densely believed for way to long. That's the apoxeclipse. You can get the Dream, the software, off of you, if you choose. If you choose... to believe, you'll leave your being and on and on and on. This juncture of seeing and choosing comes every 26,000 years as we pass through a seam in the Dream. It is not a holy choice, a righteous choice or a wronged choice. It's just a choice. You see it or you don't. You choose it or you don't. Messiahs are irrelevant. Big deals are red herrings. Glory and power are silly sallies onward in the Dream. Be and choose. Choose and be. Be aware of the Ids of March. The mid-week of Mars' month is the end of the Zodiacal year, the end of Pisces, and includes all manner of Caesarian sectionings as we come to the end of the Piscean Age. Tis a drudge through the sludge. Uranus, Sun, Moon and Mercury conjunct in the fishiness on the 3/15 New Moon. Each year, for these last six years, the Sun has conjuncted Uranus in Pisces such that End times has been quickened and foretold. The psyche has been thoroughly cracked open. The contents, the discontents, have been spilling out. Uranus in Pisces has revealed that the change game of the Dream doesn't fulfill. It just refolds upon itself leading to some imagined New. Nightmarish aspects of time in the Dream have become apparent. The technological dreams of the new whirled order have come true...... more oppressively than we'd like. We've swamped the planet in human more-asset morassed greed. To make things better, we've made them worse, and yet still deny it with more imagination of enchanted futures. We don't be with things as they are. We ascend/deny over the evident crap on The Way to Salvation of the Premised Land. Uranus in Pisces reveals this madness, if you have eyes to see. I've gotten around the globe enough. I read and watch enough. We have severely degraded the diversity of people and planet by the religiously corporatized mono culture of ignorance heaven-bent in the name of power and glory. We are a pox upon the Pax. When ol' Neptune gets into its home of Pisces from 2011 until it is done in 2026, the world will be neither new or brave. It'll just be terrified by its own shadow, the shit it ignored. Blowback is blowing back, the wind beneath our whinges. Isn't it ever so strange that people are going around living life through some teensy screen on their phone, watching other media that you can get on big screens, while twittering ever less intelligible blather? Small minds twitter away their time in small minded projections that have big ignorant implications. This is indeed the nutty trailing edge of Pisces as it drags into the Aquarian Age. Nano nano nano....... Take a look at genetic/bio engineering. This loosed canon bedecks life itself in truly crazed, cracked plot, broken fixation on making things Right until there'll be nothing Left. Exponential shiftiness is clearly going over the edge of sustainability and certainly beyond any sort of reverence for peace and the abundant beauty. We are Nero so many humptydumptied cliffs of no return as we Rome about in our Caesar salad days. Chop chop wilt wilt slime slime. Thanks to the mad messiantic use of antibotics, for the first time since 1936, we have unforeseen consequent biology such that there are now microbes that we cannot kill if someone is ill with them. The grotesque meat industry has a lot to do with it, along with nutty medical abuses and stupid human tricks. Slime is happening indeed. Alien species don't have to come from outer space. We've mucked it all about so that entire ecosystems are awash with biovectors that overtake the structure of nature. The word is plague. The world is enplagued. Humaninsanity is the cause. The effect is a horror show. Haiti teeters on a slimed death-dearth slope as the rains trend into hurricania and deluge descends upon people that live without refuge in dirt floored dungeries, you know, like Africa. We've treated New Orleans and Haiti just like our vain ignorance of the dark continent. That shadow is a karmic wave that will crest upon our crowning glory. What a sham. What a shame. What a shambles. The Sun-Uranus-Mercury conjunction in ReNew Moon on 3/15 is square to the Galactic Center. Shifts are gonna come raining down. Everything is quaking. All systems are go go going. Trappedations are exploding. Dammed/damned, if you do, or if you don't. We have ignorantly Believed our way into so many ignorant corners. The squeeze is on. Jolts follow in the ragged bone shop... Equinox springs into Aries on 3/20. Mercury entered said Sign on 3/17, St. Patty's Day, with the luck of the Irish. Was that old famine lucky? I rish my case. The New Zodiacal year comes with quite the hangover. So much crud is clogged under the bridge. The bridge trembles. The far and the near are confused. The rest of March doesn't have much planetary action. The Aries goodies opposed to Saturn in Libra are T-crossed by Pluto in Capricorn. More death/dearth abandonment/betrayal themes will abound. There's a full on Cardinal Grand Cross when the Moon cruises through Cancer on 3/22-23. Cancer, the disease, is going to get big big big. The run for the Cure generally only maintains the medical industry. Health has become hellth with these barberaric, torturesome fools. Environmental toxins, especially some kind of nuclear radiation mass mess, will loom grotesquely in the story of it all. Mutancy on the bounty. We've poisoned our wellth in more ways than can be grasped. The fear of the knowns will merge with the fear of the unknowns into a raging infearno that'll be enough to make ya sick.... Unbelieve. Don't buy what the powers are selling. It's not your body and your body is not you, but it does a dammed good imitation, so you may as well get choiceful with the damned outfit. Take it and leave it with grains of salt. Go lightly. Be and choose. April's another story. It'll be grinding those grains of salt. This is a mean season, even as we have genuine relief from a very rough winter. May you enjoy your local improvements as the global becomes a glow ball. Be easy on yourself. Please. I mean it. Please your dear self. Enjoy being even as the whirled spins into controlled out of control. Avoid falling dinosaurs. Play as you can can. United States Sugar is one of the foulest of old corporations, raping and plundering human labor and the Everglades. They've now reneged on a rather recent sweet deal with Florida. They'll have it their way, as always, as the health of the Everglades recedes. Cane is ever so able.... able to bring whatever abuse to die and beat us. May they perish of mental caries. China is running out of workers. Because they have taken so much manufacturing work from around the world, and because the one child law has stabilized population growth, labor is in dwindling supply. The minimum wage in factories has gone up over fifty percent in the last two years. This strain will have global repercussions. Inflation is likely, even as wages are stagnant in consumer nations. Walmart wages will meet disappearing Walmart prices. Destabilization of markets is as prevalent as destabilization of ecosystems. We feel illth because we've been raped by wealth when all we've ever wanted is wellth. It looks like the powers that breed are going to utilize the old broadcast analog TV spectrum that goes through walls into homes and buildings to form a new, super fast internet. What I suspect is that this will become the big brothered universal medium, the ultimate soma in the homa. It will dissolve old media and be controlled much more fiercely than this crazy, democratized internet. They just can't allow freedom. They must foster freedumb, the Americanned Way. Free speech is the Constitution's real gift, not the bear to arm right. Guns will not, have not, cannot keep us free. They keep us scared in some righteous freedumb. Speak, or forever hold your pieces. Please check out the Jan/Feb issue of Mother Jones magazine. They've revealed just how super bad the mess is. Banks rule, perhaps like never before. It's more than can be explained here. We are in deep due due. The oligarchy does indeed run the government, and you have to give them credit for that..... Ronald Raygun was the disembodied 666 of Beastiality. He and his team, which still inhabits Republican power in a big nasty way, are the root of this governmental, financial evility. Ronnie was a cypher that the foul forces have plundered through. His dark heart still beats around the Bushes. Government: For every action, there is an equivocated and composite redaction. The pharaohs have always run pyramid schemes on the banks of denial. Now we see what it was alllll about..... The 2004 movie - Orwell Rolls In His Grave - really illuminates just how nastified it has all gotten. We are duped as well as stuped.... On another note.... the 2003 film entitled - Through a Child's Eyes: If you've never seen Preston Sturges' film - Sullivan's Travels - please do. It's about a rich fellow choosing to enter the world of the downtrodden, a bit like Prince William spending a night with the homeless recently, only Hollywood royal rather than throne royal. The movie is a clever, whacky romp and was inspiration for the Coen Brothers' - Oh Brother Where Art Thou. Sullivan speaks to our time, laughs included. I think men should burn their suits and ties like women burned their bras in the old feminist rah rah days. We need a meninist movement. Unloose the noose! Suit your self, not for them! Real men don't suck dictating! Have you noticed that religion, and to an extreme, fundamentalism, assumes and believes that people, but especially men, can't control their urges, their psyches? It is time that this enabling disabling horse shit of the worst sort be ended. Women don't have to cross their legs or wear burkas just cuz the boys can't keep their noise in their pants. All these commandments of right/wrong just fund mentalism. People, men, think... and think.... that they can out think their unconscious thoughts and impulses. Dogma makes everybody catatonic. Turgid thinkin' continues the stinkin'. Let's unstank it. It don't matter whatchya think and believe. It matters what you choose. If the magic thinking of religion and spirituality persists, it'll just maintain the stank tank. People that believe don't make choices that they choose. They just believe over the top of some crud, and then make a commandment on top, all in lock step. Sick higherall. To hell with sin and all the stupid salivations around it. Practices just keep you practicing for some imagined game. How about just showing up with what is as it is and making some choices instead of frittering and fracturing? If all you ever do is practice, how can you play? I notice as I get older, that history isn't so far away. I was reading about Caravaggio the painter who died in 1610. It just doesn't seem that long ago. For most people, one eventually tips over into an elder preponderance of one's own history.... closer to the past as the future shrinks. That has happened for me. History has become ever more rich, as current culture seems ever more poverted. Ancestry worship, identification in one's DNA, seems all the rage. In my earlier fifties, I was much more interested in my old stories, and to a smaller degree, my predecessors. Mostly it was about me and my past culture that I had navigated back when. Now that has passed. Now, I have passed. My origins and futurity are fading echoes in time. What gets called - Now - dissolved years ago for me. There is no such thing, only the notion of it. Being trumps the projections of The Now. Once I claimed my being, I was being, albeit with various amounts of karmic carbuncles rapt around me. Most of that old sludge, and the shinery of becoming, have melted. I be. But the fascination about collective history and about nature continues. I have some intertainment with the big blue marble and the marbling of the human blues. Meanwhile, my life is immediate. I've cooked karmically for a long, intense time. Now I just cook..... roasted root vegetables, some nice kale braised with tamari, chile to dine for (this batch included hominy; we do live eleven miles from Mexico). Eat, shift and dine..... I found Mo'Nique to be a laser at the Academy Awards. She was on a mission to honor Hattie McDaniel, the groundbreaking black actress who won the first African-American Oscar. McDaniel's family sent Mo'Nique a kind note right before the ceremony, including the gardenia she had in her hair. Of all the personages on that goofy show, 'twas Oprah that had the penultimate glow and sparkle. Whatever you think of her and her work, she is anointed in shine like no one else. I suspect that it's because she avails herself to be crossroads to so many stories, dramas and emotional revelations. She is a dharmic super highway, for better and for worse. Oprah carries the Hope/Opera. She's in a similar time slot of the 1950's weep fest: Queen for a Day. I watched it as a little kid just to get a dose of waterworks. The down and out folks told their story and then received a washer and dryer, which were still a big deal then. The tears would jerk panderfully. Opie is in the same niche, but she's taken it up quite a few octaves. She's Queen for a Dei. Letterman revealed scripture last week in his Fun Facts: Peter the Apostle nearly missed the Last Supper because he had a big lunch. The tennis world held a fundraiser the other night - Hit for Haiti. Andre Agassi revealed what a little prick he is, though he speaks an effective line for charity. Larry Ellison gave a million bucks. The best part was old Tony Bennett singing the tune - Smile. He aced it. What a gracious server he is. Did you know that Smokey Robinson's classic song: Tears of a Clown had the music, the exact musical track, recorded by little Stevie Wonder three years before Smokey put his lyric over the top of it? They didn't change a note, just recorded Smokey's brilliant words and singing over the top of it. John Lennon said that Sir Robinson was a master. I agree. Check out some of John's fab quotes: Here's one - Possession isn't nine-tenths of the law. It's nine-tenths of the problem. - I miss John Lennon. If you like Beatleania and subsequent adventures in rock and roll, read this book: Miss O'Dell - by Chris O'Dell. She lead a charmed/cursed life of magical mystery touring, and lived to tell the tale. It's an easy intimate read, demystifying while sharing the magic. I'm also reading: Will You Take Me As I Am - Joni Mitchell's Blue Period - by Michelle Mercer. Excellent. The author also has penned a tome on the great Wayne Shorter. A musical artist worthy of some note is from one of my old stomping grounds: Nevada City, California. Her name is Joanna Newsom. Also, a client of mine in Britain turned me on to a jazz harpist name of Lucinda Belle. Loverly. In 1975, the French ate one hour and thirty-ate minute lunches. Now they eat thirty-one minute repasts. When I was taking high school French, I'd greet friends in the hallway with a hearty: Quel Fromage! Le 27 Mars 2010 is France's National Cheese Day - http://www.french-cheese.com/7th-National-Cheese-Day SeQuel Fromage!!!! I'm finding the so-called Japanese water cure helpful. If you love our big blue marble and its fabulous diversity, enjoy the Encyclopedia of Life! http://www.eol.org/ If you love social networks with a fine point: Ning Networks - http://www.ning.com/ You've likely heard of white noise. Did ya know that there's pink noise? Did you know that that headphones, or even audio cables require a burn-in time to reach full efficacy? I did not. Have a look: I like the allegory of this. White noise. Pink noise. Noise. We've all had eons of karmic burn-in. We've reached full efficacy and can hear the total range of the Dream, including the noises. Can you hear through it? The sym is all ways phony. So always is the caca phony. It ain't you. Are you tired of it? Have you herded enough? The Dream will never let you be. It just keeps you be-coming, tunneling toward some imagined Light. Maybe you're done with that Game. Listen. Be. Choose. If you're having a hard time in hard times and you want some precious buoyancy, please watch the DVD - First Flight: A Mother Hummingbird's Story. A renowned photographer and his Japanese wife made this delight over several years. It's informative, but mostly it just touches the tender, loving chords, especially so with the narrator's charming Japanese accent. Fun and joy for young and old. Don't miss it. And keep on humming. Well Sprung, ******
Today is 3:3:3. 3/3/2010(3). InTrinity and Beyond! The triplicitous nature of the Dream is not meant to be revealed, so as to keep the game shiny and renewed. As an adjunct to my illumination of 11:11, the Book of Metatronomy, I've composed an essay about the charm of the third thing, entitled: InTrinity and Beyond. If you'd like an emailed copy of it, kindly donate $9.99 or more via PayPal and I'll send you one. Here's a quote: Threesomes are the basis of this Dream that runs on polarization. Yin and Yang must have the the third thing: the beholder, the observer, the gamee, the subject who objectfully projects the software of binary finery. Triangulation is required to Make the Dream Come True. To see it operate, is to see the Game. That's why I write like this. You are not the Game, not in the Game, not in the Higher Game, like you think. It just thinks you. If you identify in it, you suffer, gloriously. If you are tired of That, you can unwind your identification in the software and it will dissolve. Seeing is unbelieving. Believing is projecting. During this height of the Pisces season, one can feel buried under the more ass of the morass of believery. Trying to get the dream to come true seems more than burdensome. As each month grinds by in the Mayan Colander, the strain is agnony. Agnony. You suffer from knowing, and all that it confuses. I don't know what I talk about. I see and I say. You are not meant to believe what I say. The purpose here is to assist you to realize rather than know, to unbelieve so that you are dear, but not in the head's light. Suffering comes from dwelling in all and any projections. Until the Dream dissolves entirely from you, there's always some, all ways sum. It adds subtractively, chipping away at your being, so that you think, and therefore, On 1/1/2000, I claimed my consciousness, my being. The Dream - karmic loopings that are personal, collective and existential - began rapidly dissolving from me by my direct intent. No big deal, but quite unWheel. In recent years, I died essentially physically to it, but chose not to resurrect it, or the other side. Thereby I unbirthed/unberthed enough to see and say more clearly than ever before. No big deal, but it was quite the unloading of Endness, which seems to come with my odd job of reflecting what is happening in the melting. Being is not existence. Existence only exists in the existential Dream, heavens and earths included. It is an inclusive exclusive game. You loop in and out of the ins and outs, while thinking, while being thunked, that you are going some where being some body on some purpose. The InTrinitude of It all keeps you distracted, triangulated, as if you could go beyond the Loop of polarization. InTrinity and Beyond! Disfortunately it doesn't work. It just works you while you think thank that it will, it will, it willllll..... Therein lies the suffering. I don't like suffering and I don't like to see you suffering. So here I write, not to right the wrong, but to illuminate the unconscious software that holds your feats to the flames of sufferation. You are not beyond duality. You've never been in it like you think. You are not beyond duality into trinity or unity. Such strategies are just polar splits to another set of unconscious dualities. There are not gods who have got it dicked. There are not powers before or after the Dream. All of that is silly thinkin's. It is just the software endlessly dividing and distracting by the splitting head achings of a game that is not you, but that always has you think that it is you. If you are tired, you hear what I say. Likely you don't know what the fuck I am saying some of the time, but you keep coming back because you hear it. I speak crackedly. I speak in between the cracks, cracks that are available now as we trend from the Piscesan into the Aquarian Age. This only happens every twenty six thousandish years when the End Sign of the Zodiac backs into the awareful edge of Aquarius. In the cracks you can see the software, and see that it is not you, your being. You are not a third thing beyond duality. You are not some Unity. Unity is just a triplicitous projection of the endlessly dualing software. You are your being that has nothing to do with the duality unity trinity game of it all. If you claim your being directly, the software, the numb-ers game, falls away from your being. Your being is peace, freedom and delight, and no big deal. Realize your being and watch the surreal captivity melt The planets have been maintaining for weeks in a trapezoidal holding pattern. We are held, beholden, to whatever. In this, you have been acutely aware, but not able to do anything about it. The charge of not doing, while being limboed, capacitorizes you for releasing all that energy into big doings that come in Aries. This bowed toxic covering of the loopiness of doing, of hitting some target on the Way, is necessary as the Dream is getting more revealed in its mundane mechanisms. Olympiads or impending Doom, hellth cur reform or what has you.... it all has expectation reservoired, dammed if you don't, damned when you do. It's that Toyota feeling of neither the brakes nor the accelerator working as they should. Pinned and butterflied in this formidable hyde, working for jekkyls.... it's all rather too much. This trapezoidal construction finally dissolves with the Spring Equinox followed several days later when we have a Grand Cross of Sun in Aries opposed to Saturn in Libra, both exalted positions, square to Moon in Cancer, which it rules, which is opposed to Pluto in Capricorn. This year is the staging of Armandgetiton, of ApoxEclipse, of the End run as the maya strains in the colander. The tease is the dawn to come after the darkness, the New ascending after the rotatottot of Old's demise. As the Zodiac eats its tail, Pisces subsumes into the wonder reincarnate of Aries. But at End Times, you see and feel that the Beginning has no particular good end ultimately. It just has an end, a point of projection, a dim sum light at the end of the chinese puzzle of tunnel vision. Seeing this results in the real depressive, which is actually oppressive, stuff hitting the fantastic. We are in prelude to Uranus, yes, your anus, going from the end, yes, your end, to the beginning of the beguine as it soon goes from Pisces to Aries, fishies to fairies, Nope to Hope. So see it. See that it doesn't work for you. You work for It, expecting It to work for you. This is the veritable definition of addiction. Addiction is so out in the dazelight in this year of the Tiger. Addiction is just what it sounds like: If I just Add More..... And then you get dicted. Aries is the new, the more, the spring forth, the mating nesting questing begat the beguine beyond the regime scene. Onward christened souldiers. Now you can see and unbelieve. Now you can untrance at the Entrance. You need not weight at the Gate. Let it go, let it flow. Mars goes direct in the first degree of Leo on 3/10/10. It's been retro since the winter solstice. It is in effect like Mercury retrograde, except that it involves more implicitly doing. You like have felt like you can't do what you want to do. If you do things, they work out rather retrofully. What's actually been going on is that all of our baby bits have been inflamed. What an incarnate baby experiences is that it can't do shit, or rather about all it can do is shit and so forth. The baby also has trouble with communicating with those who take care of it. The caretakers are generally rather ignorant and the baby can't communicate in their language. What ensues is a strange game of emotive manipulation that sets up deep grooves in the somatic body/personality. That's why our world has gotten so infantastic about getting everything just the way we want it, yet it never does satisfy. The endless scratching never gets to the itch. Then religiospiritual strategies tell you that you shouldn't have the itch, or that you should meditate on it and so on. Meanwhile, the commercial strategy is to exacerbate every itch that you do or don't have until you are itchin' to get scratchin'!!! Sin, salivate. Sin, salvate. Same Game. Same result. None of this is you, but boy oh girl oh boy, has this ever been an itchy scratchy transit. I reckon you'll feel more at ease after Mars is direct and the Sun enters Aries. So much more is yet to come. If you haven't availed yourself of my 2010 Vision, I suggest that you do. There's so much going down down down and coming up this year. From here on, shift is hitting the fantastic. Venus enters Aries on 3/7; Mercury does so on 3/17. Daylight time comes on 3/14. Each little movement of the tick tockery will help shed the long, cold winter that has been very Chile for many Haiti's. Peace be unto us all. Do you feel like a luger, like your life is adrift after the snow job? The NBC dinosaurs made it feel like BC. It was easy as, ay, B.C. After two weeks of curling, I'm just now feeling straight. Must've been those male figure skaters' outfits. Chris Rock summed up the real story behind all the winter sports: Don't slip! The performance of the woman figure skater, Canadian Joannie Rochette, two days after her mama died of a massive heart attack at the Games, was magnificent. The deathish quality that opened this Pluto in Capricorn Olympiad may have been transmuted by her courage and sacrifice. Canadian speedskater Kristina Groves spoke of her effort in the 1500 meter event: You can taste blood in your lungs. A Dutch bobsledder quit because he feared for his life, and perhaps his teammates lives. He didn't want to be bobsleighed. Death is in the air these days. I thought his choice was courageous, too. It is very difficult for men to say that they are afraid. I reckon that if they did, there wouldn't be many wars. Canada's Olympic organization did tacitly admit culpability in the death of the luger by lowering the start points and putting in safety fixes. It seemed lame that they didn't accept fault. Nevertheless, they didn't have some nightmare like the USA's Atlanta Games 1996 bombing. The Canadians won the most gold medals ever. It looks like an actual shift in their national esteem. Good on 'em. They may have achieved some of those by unprecedentedly keeping out foreigners to practice at the various venues before the Games. Their government infused over $100 million dollars in the effort to go for the gold. The US athletes are not government sponsored. Canada won 24 medals in 2006. In 2010 at home, they won 26. That's $50 million per medal. In '06, the US won 25 medals. In 2010 at a semi-home venue, they won 37. The magnificent Sidney Crosby pulled out hockey gold for Canada in overtime. In the Games, the US went one for one with Canada and out scored them in total goals by one. Sidney got the last hurrah. The rah rah of nationalism is finally repulsive because of the way the Olympics are structured. Athletes at times put in exactly the same performance, but someone wins the glory by a hundredth of a second. I find much of this actually brings out the worst in humanity because of the way the archetypes are arranged. It's still Athens and Sparta. Did you notice that the Olympics have their own Hymn and such, as if it's a sovereign state or religion. It indeed behaves a bit like both. There's something off in that. The banality of NBC's vancouverage with all the rah rah blah blah only adds to the messiantics of it all. Here's what I propose for both Summer and Winter Olympics. No more Podium. No more Flags. No more medals. De-Glorify nationalism and individualism. No more corporate or government sponsorship for individuals, teams or the venues. Let the Games be international, cooperative and for the goaled mettle of the performers. Some athletes speak of wanting this. Instead of podiums, medals, nationalistic propaganda and corporate advertising, keep the games smaller. Have international television feeds freely available live to any country's TV networks. All those networks would pay for the Games by their usage of the feeds. Offer the athletes wonderful support and accommodations, something that Canada did superbly. Every other Summer Olympics would be held in Greece so that the ancient roots are honored, and so that those people can get some regular income; they need it. Most importantly, all athletes before they come to compete name a charity, neither religious or governmental, that they will play for. They will not win medals. They will win money for their charity. Pro-rate the winnings like a tennis tournament. The international Olympic committee would over see all of this for the benefit or lifting up the downtrodden and encouraging international play. Play. Let the games end, and let the Play in delighted competition of the Games foster peace and prosperity for all. Behind the financial meltdown of Greece, lurks credit-default betting by the major banks of Europe. These instruments are meant to secure things. Of course, as we've seen in the last several years, they only are meant to secure massive profits for the players, until they don't. In this case, if their house of cards falls, so does a country. In a NY Times article, Mr. Philip Gisdakis said: It’s like buying fire insurance on your neighbor’s house — you create an incentive to burn down the house. Do you see the underbelly of mega capitalism in all it's dull and vicious glory? It's a Ponzi scheme run by knee breakers intended to legally defraud the innocent with shazzam thank ya ma'am wicked wizardry. Usury abusery extraordinaire now rapes and pillages more effectively than guns and smallpox blankets. Unless people rile up and take back the commonweal, dearth will be upon us all. They have poisoned the weal that we all drink from. Commerce is global, but corporate profits are local only to them, obscenely so. Currency has been ruined. We're pushing wheelbarrows of dollars to the leech pandering medicos while seeking indulgences from the pope's templars. Live by the credit score, die by the credit score. Here's my Guttedburg Address, no apologies Abe........ Four score and seven purges ago, our forefuckers brought froth upon this continent, a screwed nation, deceived as Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are becredited equally for dicing and slicing. Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so deceived, and so creditated, can long endure. We are met here on a great brittle field of that war. We have come to creditate a portion of our wealth as a final resting place for those lives so that nation might deliver unto the Profits. It is altogether frightful and propertized that we should do this. But in a larger sense we can not creditate - we can not desecrate - we can not hollow all the way to the ground. The depraved men, living and dead, who gaggled here, have desecrated us far above our poor power to add or subtract. The world with little notes, nor longer remembering what we have here, but can never forget what they did to us here. It is for us, the giving, rather to be creditated here to the unfinished work which they have, thus far, so ignobly carrioned upon us. It is rather for us to be here creditated to the great task of draining us - that from these garnered debts we take increased devotion to that cause for which they here take the last full measure of deductions - that we here highly dissolve as these debts shall not have lied in vain; that this notion shall have a new berth of freedumb; and that this government of people, who buy the people, for the Profit, shall not perish from the earth. General Motors' Hummer is dead. May it rest in feces, along with all the arrogant dick heads who bought and reveled in its vain grotesquerie. The Coen Brothers next movie is a remake of the John Wayne swan song: Here's a mighty fine old black and white film for you from 1935: The Ruggles of Red Gap. In the same year that Charles Laughton was nominated for an Academy Award for his portrayal of Capt. Bly in Mutiny on the Bounty, he plays a most delightful and tender butler of an English lord who loses him in a card game to wild and crazy western Americans. They bring him home to the frontier and he falls in love, his own master after all. It's exquisite, with such great characters and pacing and a most corny ending. Enjoy the tears and sweet glory in a very funny romp. The largest orca at SeaWorld has killed a trainer for a third time. When are these enslavers going to get the picture? Freed, will he be? They can't be released to the wild, but they can be kept in large sea pens that allow them some nature until they die. All cetaceans should not be caged or projected on with either the spiritual mumbo jumbo or the trained pet syndrome. Stop the wailing, and stop this form of whaling. The US Supreme Court has effectively undermined the Clean Water Act such that major polluters now go unchallenged. This court is neither supreme or us. Law seems to be more mockery and ploy than ever before. All praise and power to Doris Lessing! How great and fine she be. Why doesn't the literati write more about this great woman still alive in our midsts? Leno and Letterman are back in their appointed places. What's apparent is how anachronistic they are. The players follow them in the late night slot are also moldy oldies. Why do these networks offer up men in suits? It just looks dumb and numb. Why not bring back the old indian test band thingie with a laugh track and some music. We can just stare and it won't cost anything or disturb anyone. The Tonight Show format is moribund. It seems to me that President Obama is in physical danger in the months ahead. I suppose we all are one way or another. As the cracks open wide in the Dream, many will fall in, crack up or be cracked down upon. Even as I crack wise, I feel the mourning of a new daze. The world is in such major reorientation. Death rattles and labor pains are coming and going. Please take kind care of yourself and others. Let go easy as you can. This is not a time of control. Things are going out of control. If you choose, things for you can go into choice. ReChoice and enjoy delight that isn't tunneled to some End. I'm with you, be you fully, ****** ****** Mark Krueger
Star Bright Star Light February 22, 2010
Alas, In Wonderland February 10, 2010
Jumpin' Jupiteers January 29, 2010 Happy Full Mania to ya! The Sun in Aquarius opposes the Moon in Leo on Obama Prez is a case in point. Folks like him and how he says things, Likewise, the Supreme Court, has decided that corporate power has a Obama dissed the Court's members to their faces, right below his In this financial Dominomatrix, the heavy whip has yet to come down. Here's a quote from my 2010 Vision essay. (Find ordering info below.) - The ripe field is fear, near and drear, far and scarred --- but here You'll also find in the 2010 Vision some suggestions by Sun Sign for This Pisces/Aries cusp is the ultimate edge, the abysstic mystic death Uranus will back into Pisces 8/14/10 and Jupiter will do such 9/9/10. Jupiter will be done Pisceing 1/22/11, binary code day. Uranus will This Venus/Mars opposition also elicits gender polarization. Barack In recent years, scientists have spoken of the deterioration of the Y Haiti is the festerchild of the Apocalypse. We see all the hallmarks of If you are tired of that, claim your own being and be done with the Neptune, the co-ruler of Pisces (Jupiter is the other, and it is in its In the category of heavy hitting, Pluto in Capricorn is square to retro Jupiter in Pisces brings it all to the forefront. The Dream is a We see the effects of darkness currently. It's just old stuff that was Jupiter expands whatever it dwells in. Pisces, which it rules, this end Have you been feeling swamped? Are you caught in an amorphous The only reason that I write to you like this is so that I can This Pisces stuff, amped up by Yumpin' Yupiter and six years already So enjoy it. Play with it. Open your eyes and your nose and let go of With Pisces comes crazy. It's the territory and it comes. Addiction There is nothing bad about any of this. So get off your good God glory We have the opportunity to unbad and ungood so that we can be, with, The heaven sellers bear only hell. The hell raisers think they are on the fast track to heaven. They're all fucked. We're all fucked if we believe we can rebelieve It has all gotten so unwieldy because we be gettin' so unWheely. May Remember: the dimensions are collapsing along with all the stuff in 3D. The dimensional collapse is part and parcel when Pisces is in full Remember this, too: It's not as real as you think. The hologram is a Most everybody won't lose everything. Everybody will feel like they Being unwinds you from the dream. You can't think practice all-one Shed happens, dear ones. Don't get spanked into the would shed. Shed, Cheers, you jumpin Jupiteers. If you'd like a deep sense of Haiti, may I suggest a group of Haitian Here in the sky islands of southeast Arizona, we've gotten some The pot wars have heightened. Los Angeles has voted to reduce a What is really stupid about America is its prohibitions and black There are touchstones with huge charge in any given era. Let us I'm a practical chef. Cooking simply is simply one of my specialties as Corporate food dumps huge amounts of salt in stuff so that you twang in Likewise, the genderfied yin and yang wars are meant to keep the Yin and Yang are in high rotation now. You can't tell your whole from As I write this, J. D. Salinger, the author of Catcher in the Rye, has Speaking of ham on wry, here's a baseline cooking tip> When you are If you go into a restaurant or store and it smells foul, it is foul. If you smell wars, they are done. May President Barack Obama really end Let us be aware rather than a ware bought and sold. Let us be. Let us Being with you, ******
Les Miserables January 16, 2010
Epiphany January 6, 2010 As one of the assorted magi who look around and say: Jesus, baby!.... I see that we are on the Eve of Unstruction. The world shutters so much reality as it shudders in so much surreality. We have followed the Star until West meets East - Pouncing Dragon, Hidden Tiger. Let's face it, the wise men are dumber than Shift. They only seem to bring frankensteinsense and myrrhk while keeping the gold. It's time for women to step out from their swaddled mangers to leave the ass and sheep behind, including Joe's blows. Ladies really first! We are in deep Resetsion. Those topsy are to be turvied. China is the second largest economy on the planet now. It's gnawing at the bones we left behind. There won't be much left but behind. The Third World has tired of the turd whirled at them. Some are getting their shift together. Amerika will meet its ends, in time. End Times bring judgment to our daze. The oily bird gets the squirm. Our energy has piqued. We've picked the plummet and the Empire shall fall. On the way down, fight and flight all might, outta sight, the blind leading the bland, while claiming Freedumb in the Greedest country in the world. It'll appear to look sorta normal for just a wee wee bit while longer. But beautoxic looks candidly be deceiving. Change, in its hopealong capacity, offers seaming light at the end of the funnel. Neverthelessen and evermored, we poor our hearths out in supplication. Needs want until wants are kneed in the balls of con-fusion. Our underwar is exploding. There is a fartwa in our thunderpants. It's a cocked and bullistic story. Tis happening Allah Right Now. The bombasstick sounds in the fruit of the dooms. Is that a bomb in your panties, or are you just fanatical to see me...... Some breaks get all the guys. Al-guy does terra rise. Fools rush in as Russian fools share their nuclear familial love. Hunting downs Korea bringing paralysis and death. Woody Guthrie spins in his grave. Their land is our land. Dylan's hard rain doth fall. Power is toppling. Italy's emperor slime bag Berlusconi had his face crushed by a nutter. Frankly, I found his bloody mug to be the photo of the year. Even better, the Pope was toppled.... by a woman who leapt over the barriers. It is time that women leap over the barriers! The Baby Jesus smote Him because he'd rescheduled the traditional Xmas Midnight Mass to 10 pm so that he could get more sleep. May he enjoy the big sleep soon. The Hitler Youth Benedictator was Pope JPII's enforcer making sure that the likes of women were kept in their unclean place and all that Papal Bull. He's also seeing to it that JPII and the creepy holocaust denier Pius are on the fast track to sainthood. JPII pushed through more saints in record time than all the popes combined for a bunch of centuries before him. The power of the iCon is blatant. It's a miracle that anyone believes this goofball stuff in 2010. When they show the Lord and his cardinals in photo ops, it's just a rat's nest of sleazy looking old white diddlers along with the new African guys; you know how well that bunch treats their ladies. They look like rape in drapes. Pluck 'em, and the horseshit they rode in on. A quote from the 1/3/2010 NYTimes Magazine: The 2000-2009 era was the Decade of the Pirate. Whether the empty promises of the TechNoLogical Web bubble or the end run of Enron, we wuz robbed. Bernie made off with the fund money. Investment banks provided a divestment of what we'd banked on. The flipping real estate flipped us the burden. Those Bushie Boys made sure that everything was national security, thereby ensuring corporatized armies of profit. Saudis piloted our plain greed right into the Twin Towers of goldbricks and Mordor, all the better for invading countries that had practically nothing to do with it - a War on Oily Propheteering. Big Pharma got it's bottom lining vaccinated, yes, the swine flew.... while our silk purse was made into a sow's eary oinkling of wellth to die for. The Horn of Africa.... Ye Men So Maliable..... committed serial arrrgghhh all matey robbery cuz we pirated their fisheries and their oil and kept them hijacked until the tables turneth. You name it, it was taken. The Ponz peaked. The schemed pyramid heaped the hope into their treasured pockets and Sheiked our booties. Avast you scurvy wastrels!!! The skull and bones of society will haunt you to your grave concerns. Your power shall shower you with your karma-uppance. Dearth to your sordid ways. Unbuy what they sell, People! Live beyond their means! Get off the Take! Return to the land of the giving! Buy shares and bonds in kindness! Let thy being sow... Ho! We just went through Mercury, Venus and the Sun conjuncting in Be, instead. And let the hackles ripple upon the back and then smooth. Fear happens just as love happens. Let be. Blocking them exasperates them. Any effort to fix them, fixates them. Believing in them....... That, my friends, is the the stuff which we can now unremedy and unmalady. There is no bad that must be gooded and goded. There's just yin yanking around the Wheel. You can see and be with it now. You can realize that it is not you, including all the higher power stuffings. Let it all come undone and step beyond the do do. On 1/13, hence forward known as Wednesday the Thirteenth, Saturn goes retrograde before the New Moon Solar Eclipse in Capricorn on the 14th and Mercury going direct on the 15th. The weight, the wait of karma cometh clear, clear as muddled, if you aren't being. The fog is not lifting. It is settling. Fearmongering and feardelancing promulgate dread at the Gates. Walk on with eyes wide open and unbelieving. See and be. Choose not snooze. Do not Awake. It keeps you identified in the Big Sleep. Realize that the Dream dreams. Realize your being or you'll ride the darkly enlightened Knight's mare. Upon 1/17, Jupiter enters Pisces, the Sign that it co-rules. Then 1/18 has Venus into Aquarius followed the next day but the Sun going Aquarian. It's rolling. It's the Quickening. It's the thickening of dramadharmakarma. Drop your identification in such Fallderol. What was piled up in endless layers now collapses. The dimensions are collapsing as I wrote in the Book of Metatronomy. It all comes down as it all comes up. Get the drift? Get the shift? Don't let it get you. That would be misbegotten and maddingly maelsturm und drang. Let go. Let flow. Unknow and ungo. Be ye beauties be. In 2004, there was a transit of Venus - Venus moving across the face of the Sun from our earthly vantage point. Such activity happens twice in an eight year separation and then not again for a hundred and something years. It occurs again 6/6/2012, and is part of the Apocalyptic appetizer. The 2004 event was in a Mutable Sign Grand Cross. The 2012 transit will be in a similar T-cross, but will have interesting reconfigurations. The Sagittarius point, wherein was Pluto, will be empty. Transformation is up to us. Where Uranus had been in Pisces, Neptune will be therein, in the Sign that it rules. Where Jupiter had been in Virgo, opposite to the Sign that it co-rules, Mars will be in Virgo, offering the human choice in the whole matter, the whole energy, the whole quanta..... We live in auspicious times.... indeed.... in choice.... in being. If you are interested in what I have to say in my 2010 Vision, see the note at the end of this essay. There is something called MoralFoundations.org - Check out this new singer from Canada - Nikki Yanofsky. She's sweet Springsteen, The Bruce, just got honored by the Kennedy Center. He was just shining on the 25th Rock and Roll Hall of Fame fete. Thanks cousin Brucey. Saturn is in his Sun/Moon Sign - Libra. His Authority is recognized. His care and expression precede him. His art is Thou Art. The man cuts through to the loneliness bone. He penetrates to the heart of what matters. Blessed be. Blessed be. Here's a miracle for you - - - The human fetal heart has a hole in it in order to bypass the lungs during gestation. At birth, it closes. Ain't that somethin'? Wholly of holies, that's a shazzam. I love David Attenborough and his work sharing the wonders of nature with us for all these years. He's the best, the very best. He is always being with his subject, deeply and passionately. I have a sense we're going to lose him. This past year we lost many greats; this we shall love many more. It is a time of passing greatness in this facebooked world. Attenborough is a Taurus Sun fellow. Down to Earth. Down into Earth, Kim Peek has died. He's the dude that Rain Man was based upon. It turns out he was not autistic. He certainly looked the part as a savant idiot, but this Kim peeked at the world through wiring rare indeed. At birth his head was enlarged, cerebellum malformed and he was missing the corpus callosum which is the insulation tweenst the hemispheres. As a result, he couldn't dress himself or hygiene without help. He was literally raw in being literal, taking everything directly unable to recognize metaphor and concept. But the dude abided, abided memory, like never before. Dustin Hoffman's brilliant characterization didn't hold a candle to Kim Peek's ability. The Peeker used both hemispheres at once. He actually read both pages of an open book simultaneously..... and he remembered it all, exactly. One expert on savants called him the Everest of memory. His life was very difficult early on. They thought he was tarded. Though he died of a heart attack, he lived a couple of decades in a kind of special glory that he deserved heartily. Barry Morrow, the man who brought Kim's story to the world and won an Academy award for co-writing the Rain Man screen play, gave his Oscar to Kim Peek. After Rain Man illuminated the Peekster, Kim toured the US giving Thanks for your Peek experiences, ****** Mark Krueger
EpochEllipse Now What December 23, 2009 In our EpochEllipse now, it is so very apparent that it all goes round and round, yet we persist thinking/believing that we are going some where, some glorious where. This has fuckulated everything every which way. Xristianity done did it. That's why the West dominates, and why it has trodden dreadfully on indigenous folks and there neighborhoods. The East held cyclicity inherently, but is now terribly infected with western linearity. The purpose driven life is going for the goaled, raping and pillaging in vain glory on The Way. Jupiter and Neptune just conjuncted in Aquarius near where Saturn/Mars/Neptune conjuncted in 1845. At that same time in the days of yore, Jupiter/Pluto/Uranus were also conjuncting in Aries. We can now realize how far we have come since that watershed explosion of pioneering technology and human population bombardment. We have succeeded. We have succubussed. We live with our realized greed. Sure, I like many of the goodies of modern life, but I realize what I/we have lost. There has been an extreme degradation of biodiversity and of natural resources of the whole kind. We have been cut off from Earth and her concord, becoming a controlled, shameful lot. Imbecilic ignorant arrogant infantility is the norm as we wolf down whatever we can get our hands on. The gods are just as culpable in this dreary drama. As below, so above. Revelations offers redemption by realizing what we have ignored, becoming conscious therein, and choosing through being, rather than chasing the projections of ignorance and all the do do do that grabs grubbingly beyond our attention. I say stop. I say unwind. Any sort of fancy technological or spiritual power solutions only make the ignorance of the problems, and the problems themselves, metastasize. These hard times are the wall we are hitting as the extreme strain of the Mayan Collander mounts exponentially, sucking us down to what ever we have ignored. There is no escape, no crown chakra flight to heaven in this deal. What went Up, and ignored that which was shoved Down, now comes full circle in this EpochEllipse as the juncturing of the Piscean and Aquarian Ages reveals the cracks in the software, including myriad fomenting crack ups and crack downs, of what comes round from all the previous go arounds. The New and Old grind to dust. Hang on to the Old and wither. Grab for the New and realize that it's your stinkin' ass thought to be a golden asset. This only occurs once every 26,000 plus years. Memory doesn't serve. The mists of time obscure. The Wheel tends to push forward action layered upon ignorant reaction until forgetting builds more rounds for getting.... 2010 is the beginning of the End. It is not the end of the world or the lead up to such, but instead is the beginning of fully seeing the Ends of our crazy quilt collective and personal projections of a great many millennia. This year is going to be a hellacious polarity grinder of the most surreal sort, with a rapidity and madness that we can only feel in anticipation. If you'd like to perceive more about what is ahead, I offer an in depth view of 2010 in essay form. Donate $20.10 or more through PayPal or by money order, and I'll email you a copy. It includes strategies for each of the Sun Signs as to how you can be yourself as the existential collapses. Just ask for Mark's 2010 Vision. Over this holiday week, the Sun is conjuncting Pluto as Venus enters that Sign to join them. Mercury retrogrades in Capricorn on 12/26 for21 days followed by a New Moon Lunar eclipse New Year's Eve in Cancer/Capricorn. Loneliness, betrayal and death will coldly rattle around in the bottom of the hopper. The light has returned; old Sol comes north again, but there is a deeply unconscious load of loss that still has not been faced by most people, and that's saying something. There has been mucho loss for a number of years. The stock market lost, for the first time ever, more than it gained in this past decade. The horror of life gone awry since 9/11 is still setting in. The Big Boys are buying up our assets for pennies on a rather worthless dollar as the masses find that what they thought they had has evaporated more than they thought. We tend to pretty much live in the economic strata of daily life. Real value, real useful wages have been lost by most folks. This gets covered up by the corporati. Now that stunning ignorance hemorrhages into daily life. America is the so-called greatest country in a world that is leaving it behind. It may not be apparent, yet, but wait til you see what 2010 dishes up. There will be ongoing trends of American power obviously, but it is really much more the power of corporations based in the USA. There are no solutions for this mess at this time. It must come to light first, as it collapses, and then we can choose our way through. Any sense of hanging on to security will be battered. It is skywalking time, and by that I don't mean Faith time. Faith will fail because it is a Ponzied projective security as well. All hierarchies are collapsing, flattening. If you unflatten yourself, if you be and choose, you'll see your way through. If you pile up, here and/or in heaven, you'll get flattened. I'm not cursing you with this shift. What I'm saying is not negative and doomful. I didn't make this shift up. I see what I see and say what I see. All the Positivators will get sooooo much more negative on those they deem negative. That's their game. That's the Game. If you buy into it, bye bye bye in the downer spiral that you ignorantly denied, denying the cyclic nature of everything on this Mobius Trip. The powerful will become powerless, cuz they always were. The positive will become negative. The negative can realize they no longer have to be or fight being positive. Now it can all simply be seen. The Empires have no clothes while believing they have no close. Their closed, linear systems will be slammed amighty. Watch. If you believe you are your feelings, if you believe in the effects, you'll be constantly spinning while trying to find the causes, or The Cause. The Wheel is a cause and effect game. If you chase causes, you amp up your effects, and the effects on others. If you identify in the effects, the outcomings of the goings on, you'll cause ignorantly as well while looking for what caused the effects, thereby embedding you deeper into the software. Karma is a cause and effect system. It is not you. You are not in it like you think. The more you think, the more you are in it. These strange stretch of years is revealing how this software works. It doesn't work, but it does work you. If you want to work on your revolving soul proprietorship while thinking, while being thunked, that you are going Some Where to be Somebody!!!!, well have at it. If you are tired of the grind of the higher mind and all its adjuncts, claim your own consciousness, your own being as who you are and clear your identification in the layered caked crud of Creation. This is the tenth anniversary of claiming my own being and clearing my own karmic layers. It has worked precisely as I'd seen it on the evening of 1/1/2000 when I made that choice. It's a choice. It's not a happening, a Grace, a power. By claiming your own being, all Grace and Power and happeningstances dissolve. That's what has gone on, gone off, for me in this last decade. You've watched. You may think I'm nuts. I'm not nuts. I'm not Clear. I am clearly my being, with the old carcassy stuff rattling around the edges, but being nevertheless and evernevermore. That's why I can see and reflect the world and you as clearly as I am able. No big deal. No deal. I'm just clearly being with what is as it is with very little projection. That's why it is hard for folks to see me or hear me. They live in the house of projections and find it hard to see beyond the machinery. Have you ever wondered why you've come back again and again to hear me here? More will be revealed, no big deal, just the opportunity for you to realize your own being beyond the suffering machine. January is a relatively simple month as far as planetary comings goings go. What is burdensome is Mars and Mercury retrograde such that it seems like you don't know what to do and you likely feel like you can't do what you know. So much for knowing and doing. Being and choosing are much, much less filled with the ignorant shadow of projections, and therefore aren't nearly so burdensome. Being and choosing are light, not Light with dark matters packed down under. Jettison all the doing and conniving. Humans planning is God's entertainment, as they say. Humans are God's planning, and therein lies the deeper Joke. So laugh, as best ye can. What I'm saying is that you are not going to figure your way out of your problems or do something that'll make them go away. They are not you. As you realize your being, that becomes much more apparent, as well as good for shifts and giggles. A bravado new world is emerging from the asses. Let it all go to ashes. No need to get all brave over the top of fears. Let the fears melt from your being. Then you just go about your beeswax without all the drama dharma karma rollyghoster. Keep it simple, stupored. You won't rise up. You'll just unbend graciously, without effort, but with some hangover from the load of goad on the endless road. These clustered Capricorn planets keep a general square to Saturn in Libra, Saturn being the ruler of Capricorn. This reveals the loneliness embedded in the stories of love and relationship. Love doesn't get rid of suffering, it would have done that by now if it worked, and love isn't who you are. You are your being. Love is the gravity of the metaphysics of the Dream. It's lovely. Let it be. Give up believing it'll fix yours or others suffering. It helps. Do go with kindness. I know it's the biggest taboo to pop the L word, but it holds sooooo much suffering if you really look at it, and that especially !!! includes the old Divine Love. Love is the mirror, Libra being it's glyph, the projection arrangement, but it obscures your being if you identify in it. Let it be. Let it flow. Love love love, but let it go. Be and choose. Choose being with the ones you love being with. Often the ones you are being with are not the ones you love being with. If you be, if you claim your own being, that sorts out. You can and will manifest someone, folks, in your life who are being and who are being with you. You'll never go back to loveitis, if you realize your being and enjoy the delight of being with another being who doesn't much project on you or who demands you to project upon them. This Saturn transit in Libra offers the opportunity for you to realize this autonomy with others. Be and they'll be with you. Do Love and you'll just be chasing your reflection in a vain and inglorious mirror. The loneliness for one's being that is the nature of Capricorn when it doesn't realize its being is amped by this Capriorn/Libra square for January in particular, and for the next two years as Pluto and Saturn square dance in the doozy doo. I find Jeff Bridges to be quite a wonderful fellow. He's got a new movie out, Crazy Heart, in which he sings and acts as a burnt out country crooner. I've seen him on some talk shows, notably Charlie Rose. He's the dude; not the stoner dude; his own dude. (He was wearing his own robe and shoes when he played The Dude in The Big Lebowski.) Dude Bridges is a Full Mooner, Sun in Sagittarius, Moon in Gemini, both squared to his Mars/Saturn in Virgo at his Ascendant. A Pisces Part of Fortune makes for essentially a Grand Cross in Mutable Signs chart. Jeff can shape shift par excellence. It's because he's being. That Grand Cross will grind you to that dust. I've got a Fixed Sign one in my chart. It gets your attention and makes you keenly aware of others, particularly for Bridges with his Virgoness, his humanness. Jeff bridges.... and we're lucky to have him, and lucky to have his luck, for the boy has it. He's been diving deep since he was baby, even on his daddy's TV show, certainly on his See/Hunt. Good on ya Jeff. Thanks for being duderific. And as he so ably reflected, in his robe and slippers, the Dude Abides. May we all abide in this semi sweet by and by.... Tiger Woods is a consummate denier. That's why he can focus like he does. He is able, by training from his papa actually, to deny what is around him. As I said before, live by the club, die by the Club. His denial system has caught up with him. All his titles have left him lamely entitled, and that shit has hit the fantastic. He has a Mars retrograde in Gemini opposed to his late Sagittarius Sun. Tigger had to live over his pain. He got big attention, but not the attention that he wanted when he was little. His mommy and daddy were big babies and Tig had to win and be their Son shining upon them, but he didn't get the intimate love that he wanted. As a result, he's been on the hunt, with fames and dames. Now the failure therein erupts. He's got a Virgo Ascendant like Jeff Bridges. In Tiger, it looks like super human as compared to the Dude's simple human. May Tiger find peace instead of being lost in the Woods unable to tell the forest from the tee... Tiger's wife Elin is a Capricorn and probably a Full Mooner with Moon in Cancer. She can deliver the babies and dwell with power. She may be a gold digger. She can easily be painted with that, but I see her as much more autonomous, more solid and authentic than Tiger is. It's hard to see. Tiger is able to be in so many ways, but down deep the man has been living a poor lie, caught in the rough and he wasn't able to wedge his way out until he married this woman. He's failed her by his ignorant power. She may simply have wanted to feed off his power, she and millions of others, but she looks authentic to me and brought him some real stability that he rejected instead for acting out the same pattern his poppa had: being a bumbo chasing the bimbos, instead of bringing it on home to his mate, his intimate. Tigger can't intimate. He can be direct and appear oh so honest, but it's been a shamfull to cover his shameful. I reckon he just could never abide or process his original family's infidelity sludge. Wake up and smell the neuroses, or the psychoses shall follow..... Elin has Jupiter/Mars and Saturn wrapped around her husband's Ascendant. She was innocent to a fault. Innocence is finally ignorance, in adults anyway. It'll be lovely if she just gets on autonomously, something which she is highly capable of, and leave the boy behind. I saw Barack and Michelle on Opie's Xmas show in the Black House. I reckon that the First Couple love each other mightily, but they sure seem like two lawyers, a bit cold and combative. No wrong in that, just a noticing. They said that the kids are really enjoying Bo the dog. They sure seem like the most real folks I've ever seen in that gilded cage. I still find the O man's policies leaning into neofascism. It's subtle, but it ain't. He seems to be in the pocket of the corporati, but how could he not, really? We just seem to be stuck until that rot rots off. He could do it. He could undo it..... Barack has Saturn retrograde in Capricorn, which it rules, conjunct Jupiter retrograde in the first degree of Aquarius. He's the past, even some of the worst of the past, though that is hard to see, and he's the future, powerfully, yet reluctantly. In other words, he's a man of his times in a massive destiny. He's a martinized, dry and clean, looser King. He is himself, but he does have HimSelf wrapped in big stuff, for good or worse... and that is what will come to be revealed. A trusty servant he is, but just what/who does he serve? I like what he says. I'm not sure I'm liking what he does. More shall be revelationed.... Somewhere in the next year or so, his progressed Sun will go from Virgo into Libra, while transiting Saturn is in Libra. Death still hangs around this man Lincolnfully. He surfs these edges supremely. I admire his true courage. He does lead. But what is he going to do with a constituency basically so corporately flocked? Baaa Ram Ewe, as Babe would enchant, or BamaRamYou, as much of the public is feeling. This is always the dilemma of the leader. Either way you tend to get flocked, and that finally is what the Prez is about, whether we dream otherwise or not. The good news is that while all this ignorance is rampant, the USA is represented by a very articulate man who is half African and All American. That's why he was Nobeled. That's why he got elected. Let's see if we live up to him and if he lives up to us, or if it's just going to be the old run around, the End Times end run around and around and around. In the vampiric department, Texas will be destroying over five million samples of blood taken from babies without parental authorization. Doesn't that just so fit the hook 'em horns state. I'm surprised they didn't electro fry a few of the little tikes just to check out the barbecue effects for science. The unprecedented climate talks in Denmark, the Copenhagen Snuff the Earth confab, turned out to be a wacky tobaccky pinch between the Chic and Gump, leading to just more fidgeting about the problema, more meetings to masterbait the whole thing and so much hot air as to melt the land of Green. Ya know, it would have been much better to have stuck with the original environmental rallying cry of pollution. This silly divide and conquer thing about warming globes, man made or god made, is pure diestraction full of red rumped hearings. Yes, the ice melteth, man, and thereby cometh a messiantic delugeinal wave of soak and croak, but if anyone pays any attention locally or globally, you can see that we make a filthy mess of Eden in every way, large and small. It's empirical. It's Empirical. Tis time to get our heads out of our assets and realize that we don't own a god damn thing, and therefore should not own a god damn thing. We just lease to bye bye. Noticeably, we can't take it with us, but we sure are doing a hellover job of taking it All down with us. Stupid fucking humans. Stupid fucking gods. Time for a reset. Let us be. Let us be kind, simply. Stop making senselessness. Stop making cents. Stop making sentiments. Choose. Live and let die.... There's an iPhone app which utilizes the phone's camera to display what is in front of you so that you can text as you walk. Dead human walking, dead human texting. Reality of the local sort is basically gone for most people of the technolands. Do you wonder why things feel so strange and disassociated? People are fishing around inside of the Aquarian looking for food to be dropped from above, staring out at the distorted world beyond the glassiness. The Aquarian is Avataric. In the Piscean Age, Christ was the lead Avatar. In the Aquarian Age, everyone is the Avatar, whether its the game or the movie, it's all the Game. Aquarianly, everyone carries the Truth, instead of one dude carrying the Truth. The trouble is not who or whom, it's The Truth. If you meet the Avatar, kill it, especially in you. Then you'll just be and see and say, whatever. Freedom will unset The Truth, and hallelujah for that. The religions and isms and powers and glories will all be vaunting the horrid Truth of their myopic greed. May they all go to dust, and so, their musts... China is going to build three times as many nuke plants as all the world combined in the next ten years. All the kiddies' toys will be glow in the dark, like it or not. Pluto in Capricorn for the next fourteen years suggests that we'll be seeing a lot of plutonium episodes. I don't buy the notion that nukes lower carbon emissions, when all factors are included. This madness just pushes an extremely toxic boulder uphill further and further requiring more and more centralized control, and then....... gravitas happens. It is estimated that in 15 years, India will be more populated than China. Serotonin, the feel good neurotransmitter, is produced in the gut. It makes the head and the belly feel okey dokey. The way to everybody's heart, not just men, is through their stomach. As the food gets squirrelier in the modern world, so do people. We just can't get no..... satisfaction, in the belly of our beasties, so.... we eat, everything, edible and non edible until there's no thing left but bones and char. There's a hole in the gutcket dear liza, dear liza and until we realiza that, and reform the basis of our health so that we are capable of care, we'll be the biggest swarm of locustomers the planet has ever seen. We are eating our body/mother at an unprecedented, gnawsty rate beyond anything close to sustainability. Our greedacious wealthiness is destroying our Wellth. Since 2007, more women get Doctorates than men. If women were in charge of health care, they'd produce Liagra, a drug that would reveal pinocchioan enlargement of male noses that last longer than four hours. Are you tired of Girls Gone Wiled? There's been a parade of Tiger's Lilies, some speaking of their relationship with him. His bumbo behavior is repulsive and common, but it's also apparent just how common and attractive it is. The ladies participated over and over in this scheme. What some have spoken of was the Special Feeling that they had with him. Tiger obviously addickted on his testosterrific Special Feeling. He stroked it; they stroked It. Here's my challenge: When are women going to get off the CockSuccor? My whole life I have witnessed females suffering horribly, the worst suffering I ever seen on this planet, and that's saying something. Women suffer in internalized, aggrandized oppression of the second sex while buying and selling the Special Feeling based in the glory of the gonads, your own, his and the little tykes that swim downstream from your dainty delta. You are not your Feelings. You are not your Duty. You are not the powerless power maters Di of the Feast. Over eons, the Goddess has become a gross distortion of the sum of the apartheids, glorified into Creatrix of the Matrix. Take a deep look. It's creation of more suffering, while thinking it's the good remedying the bad. Awake and claim your being. Dissolve your identification in gonadal servitude as a slave of love. It ain't working for you. It is working for Them, and Them basically treat you like shit, if you pay deep attention, cuz you are working for Them and that gives you the Special Feeling that covers the thankless stank and all the insanity vanity therein. These are End Times. See how mean the ends of your projections suffer you and suffer others, even though it's all slathered with feelings and believings of fools' goaled, hopefully sought in the grovel of the mind stream of Life. I know you are not dumb. You are all around smarter than the Y's in your life. Why don't you wonder Y? As things go, you generally end up ex or exed because you don't claim your X beyond the hex. You are not the curse; you don't suffer from the curse. Curse the night, the ignorance of living in the shadow. Be. Choose. Play. Let your feelings and their feelings fall where they may. You don't need to liberate from your menstruate. It's just not you. Realize your being and flow, flow, flow the boat has you merrily, gently stream in the Dream. Or forever hold your pieces trying trying trying to get It together in the fractured fairy tale of failed gory glory. Maybe a generation of daughters will shun going Repro. Maybe they'll cut the male fetal attraction from their wombs. Maybe they will stomp balls and break the boys. I don't see that. That happened a very, very long time ago in the Age of Parthenogenesis. You and we are beyond that. We've lived separate and unequal, even though it takes two to tango mitotically. You fell from your Original Grace, fell to the spirit of the One, the cockamamie scheme to find your Equal in the Dual of Life. We can move beyond that by..... being...... together.... to gather naught, and by playing with the Dream while not believing IN the Dream. Let the dance begin. Sincerely, Mark Krueger
For Just Plane Fun - Fold Spindle and Mutate Happy Hanukkah! What a great word. I feel all Hanukkahful just saying it. We all burn candles in the dark. We light as best we can, awaiting some Adventage, some return of soular energy. The great warmth of Sagittarius can seem lost in the dark cold days before winter solstice. The Holidaze is a wimpering, co-opted effort to kindle our candle opera. We light up crass registers instead of celebrating The Gift. May you rekindle. New Moon in Sagittarius on 12/16 may bring some inspiration. It sextiles to the Jupiter/Neptune conjunction in Aquarius and squares to Uranus in Pisces. Awake and pop the Dream. You are the light. End the tunneling. It's about to get really stranger in strangeland. On 12/20 Mars goes retrograde until early March. It's About Face... What you do is not you. What you think is not you. What you image in is not you. You are you, your being. Claim it and shuck the rest. Let the rest play in its restlessness. Recuperate yourself. Take care of your baby bits. Allow them to breath and unwind. There's play at the bottom of the broken heart and all the efforts to mend it. Jupiter and Neptune conjunct on 12/21, which is Winter Solstice, when the Sun enters Capricorn. This is extremely auspicious. I don't mean it's your luck day. I mean that your lucky your daze is dissolving and that you are facing the loss in the gain game, the disconnect of trying to connect..... all on the way to realizing your being so that you won't be lonely for it anymore. Let the Games begin ending. Your genius, your brilliance has never been more available. Let be and it will be. It has been ignored such that you learned to ignore it. Denial begets denial. Shine sisters and brothers. Shine! You are the star of your own soular system, the sunny boy and girl of the cycling software. Play with the effects and causes. Make them not real. Realize your being. The Sun conjuncts Pluto on Xmas Eve. Xmas day brings Venus entering Capricorn and the Sun in Capricorn squaring to Saturn in Libra. If you think you are the love, the power, the glory... you are in for rudimentary awakenings. We all go through some of it. By realizing your being, rather than the trinkets and tricks of the loopy goopy Game, you dissolve the roots of suffering: chasing after projections while unconsciously looking for your Self. Give it up for Xmas, for bejesus, for auld lang syne. And besides...... Mercury goes retrograde on Kwanzaa/Boxing Day 12/26. Get out of the Box, the soul proprietor game, and be.... merrily as you wonder as you wander. You are the Gift, not the present, not the now, not the power, not to no one but your dear and precious self. I celebrate you. Today is the 20,966th day of my current incarnation. Who's counting? Soon we'll be a perfect ten, the digital 1/0, in all its binary finery. There'll have to be an upgrade from: It's All Good... to... It's All Perfect. Positively inflationary. Wayne Dyer, patron of the Power of intention and attraction says that he has a slow cooking leukemia. He couldn't quite explain that, given his Laws and notions. Positive visualization and such are just fancy slicked up guilt trips, the selling of Indulgences. We now are seeing the popping of the bubble economy of SpiritualityNewAgeitis. Ray, the sweat lodge dude, was the literal gatekeeper while people were dying and keeling over in his big bucks cleanseorama. The vanity of righteous thinking, of thinking and believing without looking at the shadow, is now exploding. Pluto in Capricorn burns through all Power. Ashes to assets, dust to musts. Be. Drop the Power. Be. Drop the Belief. Be. Choose, instead of PosiThink. Live by the club, die by the Club. Tiger Woo'ds has his shadow blowing up big time. A month ago I felt that something big was going to happen in his life. That wasn't psychic; I was just picking up on what was already erupting, but had not yet surfaced into public awareness. His Gatorade sponsor has dropped him. None of his advertisements are on TV. His world is crashing and burning and who'd a thunked it? Though he got ticketed for careless driving, he's been busted for careless fucking. Did he care fully about his wife and family? He, like so many unprocessed adolescent men, is a Bumbo. He's been on the Path of Lust Persistence. He hasn't explored his anima, his mommy stuff. He's not been intimate and aware with his self. As a result, he lies, cheetahs and denies, running away to his ship of foolishness named Privacy. It ain't privacy Tigger. It's Secrecy. Secrecy fools no one but your self. We've all been there and done did that. All things ignored, unconscioused and shadowed will be revealed in the time of Revelations. The powerful are on full buffoon from here on. Come on all you Lyin's, Tigers and now Bares. Face the fear of the Fem. You can't ManAge your way out of it any other way. President Obama gave a fine AfghaniNam speech the other day. The man can communicate coherently, but he said: Right makes Might. Bundles of bullshit. Right makes wrong. Do you know how many societies, ecosystems, democracies and freedom loving peoples we have wronged with our Right Might? This guy is promoting fascist folly. He said the US underwrites world security. The US underwrites corporate security. If you know anythinggggg about history, it is hugely apparent that we have undermined the security of dozens upon dozens of countries and their sovereignty. See: Shah of Iran and the CIA; our funding/arming of Hussain/Al Qaeda; Philippines, Mexico, Indonesia; Central and South America. *** Africa *** On and on and on. What he said, what he means is obscene denial. His other niceties, wisdoms and fine decisions do not cover up this stench. Amerika is the insurgent in Iraq and Afghanistan. Fascism always points at what it actually is while fomenting Ignorance. The US continues to ignore the horror show smoking guns of Saudi/Wahhabism and Pakistan. As we cozy up to India for economic reasons and China trump cardism, we set up WWIII in the mad PakiHindu Apocalyptomania to come. The ends juxtifying the meanness are apparent. Armandgetiton is marching on with the christened soldiers. USA Medicalia and Insurantsyness is all based on Symptomania. It all profits from and panders to the surface effects while making up myopic Causes. This all has nothing to do with health and wellth. MedicoPharmaInsurancy steals from the Weal and takes its Wealth while keeping people in the dark, in the fear, in the hopealongcrassity. If you are stooped, you get stupid. Stand up, stand up for your being, your choice, your wellth and health! The Swiss just voted to ban minarets on mosques. What kind of last minaret decision is that?!? Are they gonna hack those unsightly, noisy steeples, too? Didjya know that practically all Swiss households have a buttload of guns in case they are invaded by infidels or criminals who've come to steal the chocolate? The cuckoos would get clocked. Nevertheless, Switzlanders listen to the wisdom of Yodel.... their aim is to become a 2000 Watt Society, that is, all citizens will use just 2000W of energy per day. Right on! Isn't it perfect that vampire movies and books are soooo hot? People and the culture have become soooo bloodsucking. They find it eRotic, trance/ill/vainian. That's how they stick their neck out during challenging times. Some watchdog group has found nasty heavy metal toxins in this season's biggest toy seller: Zhu Zhu pets. The culprit: Antimony. We live in Irony rich times. Big Money gets hit by AntiMoney. Check out Jeffrey Canada, the Harlem NY leader of education revolution. It looks like Obamarama is going to act on settling the suit with Native Americans about the Feds total tertiary rip off of Indian monies. How? And how, by noble peace pipe. Make amends Precedent! Paul Greengard used his Nobel Prize honorarium to fund the Pearl Meister Greengard Prize, an award for women scientists named after his mother. The award is to combat discrimination against women in science. Sir Paul says: Women are not yet receiving awards and honors at a level commensurate with their achievements. Ho! The $50,000 annual prize is awarded to an outstanding woman conducting biomedical research. The thing ya gotta know about this dear man is that his mother died birthing him and his father cut off every contact and knowledge of her and her family to Paul. He faces his broken heartedness, that is still very evident in him, with all his emotion and his choice. This man is terrific! He's what I'm talking about when I say face your shadow and make choices. It's not lemons into lemonade. It's not negative into positive. It's choice. It's honoring of himself by being with what happened and honoring of his mother, in this case by supporting women. If you get a chance, see the four hour version of HBO's production of the 25th anniversary of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Other than Dion and Aretha, the performances are awesome, many surprising, and all pretty much vital. Stevie Wonder and Smokey Robinson bring it with mega soul. U2 is the best house band ever. Springsteen is literally at the top of his game. Put some dance in your pants. For every fraction, there is an unequaled and composite refraction. If you feel as though your life has folded..... please avail yourself of this wonder: check out PBS's Independent Lens film - Between the Folds. It's about origami and so very much more. You'll go beyond Zen in seeing The Sight of One Hand Folding. It's just Plane Fun. Such beauty! Such brilliance! Such play! This superb doco completely captures, and releases, the remarkable math and art of what can be done with the flatness of life, what can be done with our paper pushing existence, what is impossibly possible by simple choice of fold, spindle and mutate. Consider one of the paperfolders, as they call theirselves. As he origamizes, he speaks of and illustrates the memory of paper. Memory can be folded into the paper to create wonders. Now consider: writing, the printing press, the virtual paper of this screen and how we meme together, how we fold our memories of experience... together.... Here's a trailer of the film: Particularly notice the being and playtime of Erik Demaine. One of the many superb insights mentioned by him, I see this as an actual major breakthrough, is that the dimensional arrangement of healthy proteins allows them to fold flat. When they fold faultily flat there is disease. Let this film and Erik sync in..... We continue to enjoy the Punzi scheme of our birdie madoff feeder funs.... The hummers come for nectar only now and again. It's been a tad cold. We offer a way station and are always thrilled to see them. The bird bath on the fence post is our finest delight. Lover dunkings make bath time so much fun, for big bird or small. They all have their styles - some full in, some just a beaker's worth of agua with inclusive butt wiggles. Eva saw her first elegant trogon, one of the special Audobonbons of our magical area. Praise be birdies made of infinite funs.... Here's a great avian tidbit..... In the autumn, black capped chickadeedeedeedees grow a bunch of new memory cells in their brain so that they can remember where they stashed their food. Once the seeds are eaten, those cells die. There have been a variety of studies indicating that humans are born to share. The raw biology likely is Darwin's survival of the fittest. Yet because of human's extended childhood development and complex social structures, or perhaps because we were just born to share and the extended development evolved from there, people seem to operate much more on the survival of the socialist. All of this comes to light in the US health care debate. Should the bastards fight for their access to such care, or should we give it to them, and I mean give it? Put it this way: those damn babies, if they can't get out there and earn their keep, then fuck 'em, same with grandma..... Oh how righteous are the Right. The Aquarian Age offers the opportunity to go beyond the sheer dog eat dog, dogma eat dogma of divide and conquer wired into the cells dividing to conquer. We can just be together, kindly, sharefully, and finally, playfully. There's a lot of choosing ahead. Power isn't the answer. It's not pro choice or con choice. It's just choice, choice beyond the aspirational feats of the clay, beyond conquering by growth. Beyond yond to simply being. Unthink about it.... Beliciously, Mark Krueger
Get Your Sagittarius On It's a bit of a Grand Cross in Fixed Signs for a couple of days, 11/20-12/1. Venus is in Scorpio opposed to Moon in Taurus squared to Jupiter in Aquarius opposed to Mars in Leo. Then Venus enters Sagittarius as Uranus goes direct. Some of the intense grinding pressure will come off, but the ApexEclipse of End Time marches on. The Sagittarius/Gemini Full Moon of 12/1 forms a lovely Mystic Rectangle with the Mars/Jupiter opposition. You can see, you can be, through this messy antic mess. It requires not making right of wrong, but of seeing the whole Game, realizing it is not you, and by realizing your own being in the midst of a very busy kaleidoscopic wrectal exam. Things look shitty and you feel pooped, but be and see beyond the effects. You haven't caused this mess, but your ignorance has. So unignore. Be, see, choose. It's not complicated. What we have ignored messy antically is truly a tangle of terrifying tragedy. Face. No about face. No FaceBook. No saving face. Face and let the phase pass. You are clear in your being while a great muddling of the waters is happening roilingly. It's going to take time to clear. It's not your fault. Get off the default. You can undo it. Tiresome daze, seemingly pointless ways..... but you can undo it. If you'd like some counsel. I'm available. I can help you cut through. I can help you undo. I can help you beyond helpful/helpless. Your being will see you through. Later in the month, Mars will go retrograde the day before Solstice and when Jupiter/Neptune conjunct. Be clear. Be clear in your intent. Choose. This Mars retrograde in Leo is going to be much ado about lyin'. There will be grate roars. The mane stream will be knotted and confused. The shift has hit the fan. Now the shit will hit the fantastic. Please share with each other. Divide and conquer keeps people holed up. Don't settle for dumb connection. Be. Be with each other. Cut out the middle management, the technecrology. Just because the world is deadening doesn't mean you have to be. Don't halve your being. Don't buy the split/connect game. Giving up gluing in effort to AllOne. It's an alone dueling Wheel a thon. Oneness maintains the splits from your own being. You are not body/mind/spirit plied woulds. You are not pixels in the God screen. All of that is artifact of the software. It's not you. It won't save you. It'll just keep you lostseeking. Give it up. Give it down. Undo all around. You are your own being. Therein lies the delight, peace and freedom that you search for in the Dream Game. Make the Game true and you'll always be false, looking to get Right while feeling like there isn't much left. So it is, in the software. You are beyond that, never in that, only entertaining That until you realize that it isn't entertaining. When you realize that the Game is a suffering machine in any and all dimensions, you are done. So get done with it. The play of your being awaits you. All the rest aweights your every move in unrested development. If you want some personal assistance with such, I'm at your service. Don't hesitate, cogitate or remeditate. Git er undone and be. Large chunks of the Dream are going to be crashing and burning in the weeks and months ahead. Be aware. Laugh as you may. Share and kindly be. Go easy dear ones. Wealthy nations, like Saudi Arabia, and the ever greedy corporati are buying up large stocks of arable land. Ninety per cent of the planets useful soil is already under production, non-sustainable at that. Now the Saudis are gobbling up prime African farmlands for high production food export..... on a continent where how many millions go starving every day. It's always been this way, there was plenty of foodstocks in England for those years when the Irish were starve/holocausted, but now it'll be right in our faces. Here's a paragraph quote from the 11/22/2009 NY Times magazine: We are up against our limits anyway you slice it. This is continually denied in individuals and society. Do you understand in all of this that End Times reveal the unconscious projections of living the Dream come true? Only by being can one, can we, cut through the outrageous ignorance that marches onward to lemmings edge. If you be, you can see and you can choose. By ignorantly Believing, Praying/Preying and Progressing, we deny what is around us and all the abject suffering that is transpiring endlessly. In Got We Trust..... Dubai is looking like Dubust. Their crazy island making resort in the shape of a palm tree is defaulting on sixty billion bucks of mad development. We live in an age revealing d'vainity in all its glory. After 9/11, W could only offer one solution: DoBuy. It's assets to asses; DoBust to DoBust. Quick may they die. Michael Moore's movie Capitalism has done only about $15 million worth of biz. Folks don't want to spend their slim dineros on finding out why they have few bucks. They'd rather watch Fux network and buy fascism. Here's a smart lady saying what is: An Asperger's autistic 13 year old boy spent 11 days on the NYC subway system before he was found. He'd gotten in trouble in school again and Isn't that a testament to the way things are and to what is expected of us here? He ate by utilizing his ten dollars on snack foods and kept all the wrappers neatly folded in his knapsack. A good boy gone AWOL. No one spoke to him he said. Asked if he saw any larger meaning in that, he replied: Nobody really cares about the world and about people. Kindness counts more than we can ever measure. The US government's debt load is now as tainted as all the upside down bubblified mortgages and derivative dragons. Borrowing has been on the ultra cheap. That is ending. The pouch has been screwed. Immense wealth and power will be transferred to Asia, perhaps Brazil, too. We are witnessing the considerable downturn of empire. Europe and the UK will also will be fighting for more credit. It's all so brittle. If massive natural or sociopathic disasters occur, or if oil sky rockets, economic and political mayhem will roll. The angstiety is huge. The 11/22/09 installment of 60 Minutes on CBS had a laser clear segment on health care and end of life issues. It was spot on and what I've wanted to see presented. Americans are death wimps. We don't mind allowing, even fostering, the death of democracies, people over there, especially non white ones, and wholesale species and ecosystems, but heaven forbid that we should ever die in the greatest country with god on our side. This embedded fear completely poisons the medical industry. It can't be called health care. Whether its the chickens or the egg heads, whether it's the populace or the priests in the white coats, it all conspires to deny death rather than face it. Big pharma, government, lawyers, AMA medicine and the media are in the really big business of putting the fear of death in the populace. That ugly mess has gotten antic, frantic and god offal. Life is to die for. Denial of it is the denial of life. That's what's screwy. We are far from nature and our indigenous roots. We have been divided from death and life and thereby conquered every day in every way. That's why health care doesn't exist and why we are dying of anxiety and over utilization of idiotic tests, procedures and unwholly profiteering. As a result, we are mounting up a perfect wave of death defying ignorance that will pillage and rape what natural health and wholeness we've ever had, meanwhile taking biodiversity and zillions of years of elegant evolution down the drain with us. That's the colander of maya. That's the meanness of unjustified end chasing. That's the suckage of ignoring succor. We've earned it. Now we burn it. What a heap o shame. Let's have a moment of silence for our lack of moments of silence.... The USA's rebuilding of Iraq has now outspent the Marshall Plan after WWII. These folks aren't Germans. It's just been a boondoggle to pump billions into corporate coffers while the Iraqis are left with useless buildings. They are so damaged as a people, a genuine consequence of decades of our policies, that when/if we do leave, it'll all go to dust. We're talking major entropy sitting on the world's second largest deposit of oil. Think we're going to get world peace out of this mess any which way we go? The karma is upon us. Our allowance of our government, secret and otherwise, to plunder and pillage is an abomination in this Obamanation. Bush fucked it. Clinton fucked it. Reagan/Bush fucked it. It goes on constantly no matter who the headcheese of state is. Our ignorance is now to be blitzed. The oppression that our immigrant peoples ran from has only been doled out unconsciously to other regimes, with some do goodism slathered on top. Big money runs this crap, always has.... now will it always will.......? If anyone's got any guts in the New Age, it'll be by getting right with the world, by being with the world, not right with the Lords. Fuck the Lords and the golden clouds they ride in on. The heavenly fathers and mothers are as failed as the low lifers. We've passed the bucks to all of them for too long. Cut the worship and the fealty. Pray not and prey not. Get off the power teat. Get off the powerless lackeydom. Rise and dismantle the ladder daze of saints. Burn the hierarchies. Share. Be. Choose. Untax and untoil. Fuck yourself if you keep taking the yoke. If you live simply, elegantly and kindly, if unchoose the schemes of power, privilege and vanity.... they can't divide and conquer you, and you won't divide and conquer a naturally be-utiful playground. Get your Sagittarius on, Mark Krueger
The Pilgrimage of the Deeply Fried Turkeys
Wraisins of Wrath November 7, 2009 Happy Elevensies. It's time for 11/11/2009(11). 11:11:11, which is one better than the Eleven Eleven, even better than the Seven Eleven, though with less convenience in store. Eleven is the parallel number. 11/11 in America is Veterans Day, Armistice Day, when we celebrate that the end of the War to End All Wars........ which never ends. Perhaps this year, or these years of End Times, we'll realize that war does not make peace, that the peacemakers are not blessed in their war on war. Perhaps some day, some daze, we'll just walk away from the bloody battles and be. Being is peace. Doing something to gain peace is the war of the whirleds, the polar dance of duncestiny, the dumb fight to beat thine enmity. I don't really see it happening because folks don't face the shadow that they project out upon their enemy. Until people become conscious of their karma, which is simply the old patterned stories that go unfaced, they are doomed to repeat their histrionics. Even the dharma just plays into the drama, good chasing bad in the roundy round of the third eye cycle-ops. If good and bad are stripped out of the nonsense around Karma, you just see dumb patterns. These patterns choose for ya, even in the silly notion of free will. Will is never free; it's impelled by the unconscious. Being is free, but it can never display actual freedom in the Dream. The Dream is a loop of yen and yank, hitherin' in the yitherin'. Doing good to remedy the bad is patently insane, and fully believed and lived in every moment of every dimension. This ain't you. It's a software effect that permeates everything. If you claim your own being as you, the software falls away. It's just practically so. You can't believe it. You can just realize it. Then the surrealm of reality falls away in its veiling and you can choose through the matrix without having to defeat Agent Smith or get all Neo on yourself. You just be until the Dream wears off of ya. No big deals. No big Reals. Being dissolves the Dream. If you want to choose such, I can show you how. Ask. I charge. That's the stuff of this world. I gotta eat, too. Bummer. Get under it. I offer a karmic clearing session in which I can share with you how to go about such. It's just a choice, not a power. It's an undoing, not a doing. It won't make sense if you don't realize what I'm saying to you, therefore you won't choose such. I only speak of it because there has been some return of interest in it lately. For several years, folks couldn't see it or hear it, so I shut up, figuring that it was done, that the window of realization had past. Maybe not, so I speak up again. If you are tired of the loopy Game, the suffering underneath the Good(God)/Bad game, have a session. It helps to have an astro session first, cuz you've got lots of identification in your stories and I can help you untangle from their loops. But if you're done, you're done, and get on with getting done. Over the years, folks who had a clearing session first, did have an astro session later. I'm very adept at helping you to unwind your identification in your particular loops. For a humble donation of $11.11, I'll send by email to you my concentrated Book of Metatronomy. It's a streaming of what's going on currently which I produced on 2/9/2009 for the first 11:11 of this weird year. The Wrath it is aWraisin'..... Psychiatrists are goin' postal traumatically in the sindrome! Wow. Woe. Being a Palestinian heritaged psychiatrist in the Army... that's nuts for starters. It really seems to me that armies and all that they do are nuts. Despite what must currently be a gloating Tom Cruise, I'd generally say that psychiatry is almighty nuts, too. My druthers would be a world with neither. To combine the two, that's an improvised explosive deceit. People are blowing, just as I expected. After the grinder of Saturn in Virgo, we now get the crystalized fear of Libra. With Scorpio season in full swing, sheer terror erupts. Folks are going bonkers in D.C. over health care. They're getting violent. Maybe they oughta check in with their sacred HMO first and use their psychiatry benefits before they exercise their armied rage. Sicko has come to pass...... Unemployment is higher than in the last quarter century. We know it's worse than that. They bizarrely, but so apropos fully, sent several thousand doses of swinehund affluenza vaccine to Wall Street firms, when the babies and such can't get any. Ain't that Suite! Lord knows we couldn't live without those first responders the moneybaggers! Have mercy..... A kitty just got the whenswineflu disease, too. Honest. Don't it get stranger than strange gosh dang it? We live in a Post Royal uncivilization. Some fraction of humanoids have gotten to live like kings and queens, quite a bit better actually, for long enough such that now it's downhell from here. We've sucked up the goodies and are now bent over with Lordosis. They just reported that fifty per cent of babies now born in first world countries will live to be one hundred. Do you really think that's economically and environmentally sustainable? A Prius, make it two, in every McMansion and we'll all be greener than green..... and about as toxicly twisted and useless as those damn fluorescent bulb things. We suffer from the Adamic Bomb and are humping on the Eve of Destruction..... while vainly planning to go to Mars for holiday and searching for water on the Moon...... cuz we already shat in about every drop on this weary planet. We've pissed away our Wellth and now reap Illth. Health care is Illth. Banking and governance are Illth. Corporati is Illth. Tis all a sick monoculture infecting everything. Humanity itself has effectively become a monoculture as lice unto Gaia. The brilliant and controversial Claude Levi-Strauss, French anthrononapologist, just died. He spoke gravely of the horror show of monoculture as well. Bon voyage mon ami. I highly recommend a 2006 film entitled: The Planet. It lays it out quite thoroughly. Here's a couple of titbits..... In the last 100 years there are now half the number of vertebrates on the planet and four times as many humans. And if you like, put this in your pipe and smoke it: woodlands that size of Portugal are destroyed every year. Monoculture! There is no refuge. I've gotten around some. It's everywhere. I see a watershed time for the initiation of monoculture in 1845 when Saturn, Mars and Neptune conjuncted in Aquarius. It's the last time Neptune was in Aquarius like now. Currently we have Jupiter conjuncting Neptune therein. Thus the Audacity of Hope, the great Googley eyed futuramabamadingdong of it all. In fact, yumpin yupiter offers the bringing of wisdom to the madness. In my opinion that doesn't mean cuisinarting the birdies with fucking endless wind towers and siliconing Gaia's teats to the Walmart. Stop the greed, in every way, every day. How? Who the fuck knows. We choose as we go. People have never processed a scintilla of their baby incarnate crap, so they just keep on suckin' on Big Mama til she's as dry has their bone head. Skulled and boned. Stupid motherfuckers..... We're all included. Take the aromatherapy rag away from your face, now is the time for your tears.... to paraphrase Bobby Dylan. Stop reproducing. Stop reproduction. Abort babies, not Life, if you've got the sense or the guts. Anything else is a vanity. We are a plague, and will receive as many as we have put out, and then some. End times let you see the ends of your projections. The reapering is grim because of sowing power rather than being. It's acrid reflux from here on for a while. One thing I do like very much, a way through, a way to be is Permaculture which was pulled together by the wonderful Aussies Bill Mollison and David Holmgren. Turns out they did so in 1974, the same time that Mother Earth News came in to form. Check it out. It's too much to explain. I see its premise as simply being with things as they are and making choices through wonderland of nature and human existence in a direct and very loving way. It's real. It's flexible and dynamic. It works. I've been to such well held land. It feels so fine. The people upon such digs tend to have a hard time because people tend to be stooped by the powers that don't be but that do them into grinding do do. It's not easy bringing forth peaceful co-being in a world of power snatchin' mofos. Blessed be the peace beings!!! There are no solutions to problems. There are dissolutions from fixing what wasn't broken. Simple is as simple does. Complexing creates complexes of dysfunction. Being awarefully is capable of diverse intelligence in real time with the biodiversity. It is the way through this mad monoculture idiocy. I now live where there's mucho biodiversity compared to most places. It's been hammered way too much, but it is still vibrant and full of serendipity. Nature is at play, at least somewhat for some while. Blessed be the peace beings. Monoculture has divided and conquered what has been lovingly diverse and productive in sustenanceability. This becomes so evident as we shift from Piscean to Aquarian Ages. Aquarius offers hyper monoculture with the soma of uniquity, like FarceBook, all imago and no actually co-creative community. Do you realize that they are working on something that will out google Google in that when you search the Web with a question, there won't be a thousand or a million hits of possible info to wade through and evaluate. There will just be one: The Answer. That's Aquarian monoculture in a nutshill. Groupthink has always been the puppybrained way of the human herd. In hyperdrive it is a nightmare..... Big Brotherhood in monocultural glory, twit or tweeting by the holloweenies. Heaven helped us and now we see how ignorant the other side is as well. Ignoring the plagues and idiocy in our personal lives, in our collective lives adds up to Ignorance. This is what we suffer from. We don't lack power. We don't lack info. We don't lack The Secret. We lack being. Choose your being. Realize it. You'll enjoy yourself. Therefore you'll take a big shit load off of the Dream that you won't have to make True. If you think this deal is True, or if you think the Higher deal is True, or that you can get True and be set Free...... then it is FalseExpectationsAppearingReal to a theater near you, in you and all around you in the melting of Armedandgetiton. The Battle began a long time ago. It is not you. It is not your fault. It is the default of a software that permeates every dimension and universe by simply splitting anything and everything and spinning such pieces in circle cycle for ever and a daze amen. You aren't going to find the Silence of the One sacred lucky spot o rama. You aren't going to embrace the Whole without feeling the Hole, the hole that sucks you into the chase after everything that leads to nothing other than noise on a chalky board. So claim your own consciousness and clear your identification in the Game. Peace be what you be. Delight is you. The Tunnel will melt if you don't go running from the origin or go seeking to return to It. Nothing ever happened, as Papaji said. He forgot to say that everything ever happens and it has nothing to do with who you are. He got close, but too many SeeGods. Keep it simple stupored. No offense. No defense. No fence. No sense. Be. What til you see what it's like next year!!!!!!!!!!! We keep edging to the Edge, the Event Horizon. Mars goes retro next month and oddly saves the day from a total lack of perspective... if you are intentional. Intention counts, but only so far. Really Mars is about choice. We've been conditioned to Will. Fuck Will and Good hunting, too. Will don't work. It works ya, but it don't work for ya. Be and choose. The Dream will melt and you can play for it. If you invest in will and Higher Will, you will get melted upon like a Jesus sandwich on the griddle of Iron. Do you really want That. Crikey! If you let the Dream melt. It won't melt upon you, slathering you for another twenty six thousand years or whatever of caked layering with icing on top. Suffering is made of such. You aren't suffering. Let it burn off. Let the karmic story machine unwind for you. You cannot do anything about it for anyone else of for the collective. It's their beeswax, so don't get hives over it. Let love be, but be and let love fall where it may. It always comes and goes, but it is your being that is at the core of all the story machine, including Love. So be. Kindness does count, so let that be, too. We've got Mars in Leo roughly, oh so roughly, opposing to Jupiter and Neptune in Aquarius and Mercury, Sun and Venus are T-crossing to them in Scorpio. The unconscious is in projectile vomit hood. Get out of The Way. Step off of Pathology. Drop your belief and isms. They'll cut your being to shreds and you'll be deadened in the rising waters of sludge and brutality. The mind is a terrible thing of waste. We're heading for a 11/15 Saturn in Libra, Pluto in Capricorn square that represents Death to the Infidels. Polarization is hitting squarely in the kisser. There won't be much kissing, but the kiss of death and the kiss of dearth. Gold is at record prices per the Dollar. The Dollar is in the shitter. There is no refuge. There is no currency. There is turdmoil. No telling what we'll do in these years of transition. The opportunity is to value what we value they we want to rather than being pegged, crucified of the cross of gold or the pieces of silver or the serpentine Dollar which is 11:11, 11 plus S, caduceus of Illth. Value you what you value. Use the coin of the realm, and when that fades, we'll come up with something else..... if we value what we value along the way. Remember: security only secures fear. That Security is coming to the Homeland right about now. November 19 brings Venus square Mars representing the internal wars and the gender wars in humans and humanity. There is no relief these days. Don't blame me for saying so. It's what you are experiencing. If you have your head in the iSand, life will get grittier faster and more shockingly so. That's not a curse. That's the curse of Ignorance. This is Revelations. All Ignorance is revealed. It ain't got nothing to do with JC or Satan. It's just the dumb machine being revealed. If ya wanna make all that Real, you really will. Blame is outward rage. Shame is inward rage. Scorpio is where all that is revealed. Get out of your guilted cages. You aren't a wrong that must be Righted. Don't blame others for being wrong. Point to their Ignorance. Face your own. The whirled will have less swill in it if you do. Love thy neighbor not as thy self but as thy neighbor as best you can. Most, and I mean Most, importantly is love your loved ones. People are offalest to their closest ones. If you aren't loving them well, divorce your life from them. Choose and get off of the plop. People endlessly sit in their shit, and often it is the thing called family, or nightmarriage with both parties asleep. No more excuses. Clean up your own shit instead whining and dining with them that you can't abide. Let dudes and dudesses abide. Blessed be the peace beings. Make it easy on your self and others and stop the Grind. It don't work. It works you. You are built to play. So. Be. It'll take care of Itself. I'm sorry you are hurting. I'm sorry it feels so heavy and that outcome and income don't look so swell. We're in rough years. They Madoff with our blood, sweat and left us our tears. It originates from on High much more than you realize. Things are looking Up and now you see what has really been going of for a long time. Do look down, that is into the shadow bits, the ignorances in your life. It won't bite. It's already chewed your assets off. Just face the whole deal and let the stuck deck fold. That bridge only trumped you. Use this time to valuate based on your being. Be with the ones you love being with, not the ones you think you should love. The rest is their business. Codependence and become interindependence, if you choose, if you choose to be. Go easy on yourself and with others as best you can. Open the candor kindly. Hold it open for others. We're just being with a Dream wrapped around in weird array. Be and you'll see. ; ^ } Here's some flowers for you. Let 'em love ya.... Oldsters remember when you could call a phone number to get the exact time in order to set your clocks. I was watching a BBC Antiques Roadshow upon which they had the curator of a electro mechanical clock telling gizmo that put out the exact time on the phone in Britain. During its tenure the Woman with the Golden Voice, Pat Simmons, was Lady Time on the Phone. The curator was on duty the day the machine's engine died, and it took quite a bit to fix it. That was the exact day, like clock work, that Pat Simmons died. Saturn is time. Saturn is death. Time and death march on. I feel it personally. A few minutes after the aforementioned show, another BBC Antiques episode came on. It was from Dundee, Scotland at Caird Hall. I worked at a Psychic Faire there in 2004. My life has shifted exponentially since then, and it doesn't seem like it is marching on. It has died as to what it was. Last year I died and chose neither to death nor to live. I be. Now I stand still and time marches on without much of me.... That's what makes me useful. As the Wheel turns, Mark Krueger
Twit or Tweet In the hollow eenie weenie twitful tweetin' micro typin' con texts of small dull surfincantations of iphony, sugar coated goodies fill the brain pan bags of little people numb and dumb behind their masks seeking connection with strangers behind closed doors. The kookie crumbles, just like the empire, hauntingly.... Saturn shifts into Libra 10/29. It's been gnarlish and barkly in recent weeks. All the drudge of human persona and embodiment has been thick and juicy as Saturn exits out the gut of Virgo. It's been very uneasy to fall off the edge..... of the first half of the Zodiac. Now we embark upon the second half of the Wheel that is Otherdom, wherein the projections get thicker as folks effort to stave off the inherent loneliness of personal development that filled the first half of the Zodiac. Fear lurks underneath as Love comes to the fore, 2 squared, twice projected, twice sought, with seeking redoubled. Love is an effect. Don't make it your cause. Love doesn't cure suffering. It would have done that by now if it worked. Love is the fragrance of the Dream. It is not who you are. Love isn't bad, but also it isn't good. It just permeates the Game. Love includes the apparent absence of love, a la abandonment, betrayal and hateful evility. Love would've snuffed all that bad stuff by now if it really was Good/God Triumphant. All of the loopiness of love is likewisely hooked in the higher dimensions, the premised lands beyond, mortal coiling. As Saturn courses through Libra for several years, this will become more apparent. There is no refuge at End times, yet refuges shall be sold abundantly. For every succor there'll be a sweat lodge near you, in which you can't breathe and aren't allowed to say so.... until it's too late. Breathe. Don't lodge in the sweat. Shed and get off the plot. The Secret is always full of secretions. At any time, ignorance reigns. Now it rains as Revelations happen. You can see and feel and taste the Game in everything. Whatever you've got, whatever's got you, rapidly turns into its opposite. That's almighty scary. It's not just the E'en that is Hollow. Form is coming up Empty and Empty has bought the Form. You can effort to Hallow It All, higher teachings insist that you hire them for higher results, Escher to Escher, doest to dust, but the lumps of coal hard surreality will be hitting the bottom of the goodie bag for a few years to come. The Mayan Colander is Draining. The Sievier cometh. Being is not lonely. Polarity and the hope of Unity are lonely as one half dances with the other half in search of Wholly Matterimony. Energy rises out of material girls and boys as they grind in the yen for yanking and the yin for yanging as the chase merrily goes round, sniffing its own tale. Psychology is thickly morphing into newrotic sociology of the isolated boundaryless sort. The psyche gets writ large and larger as the desperate disparate projections swirl in the toiling bowl. In this time of Ends juxtafying meanness, the lower common denominations rise up dully, duly smitten with their beliefs and agendi..... onward go the christened souldiers marching to their Shibboleth. You are what you identify in. Beliefs and theography beget fearful serfs and turf. If you realize your being, you are home freely. If you identify in the Dream, in your projections, in your stories, and thereby make them real, then you are what eats you, you are what you do, you are seeking the piece beyond understanding.... the holy gruel. Saturn in Libra offers the opportunity to become sovereign from the projection machinery of the Game. Peace, love and balance never happen like you think. You just think, you just think some more, loving the pieces in the never balance effort of hidden seeking. If you thought life was tiresome with Saturn in Virgo, now see how the iDeal of Libra grinds your goodies. It's not always like this. End times, Revelations, reveal the ends of projected means. The means to make meaning just seem meaner, without end. Ouch and grouch... and it's hard to get off the couched. Higher Goals will beckon. The Quest will want to be unquestioned, but answers lack, and alas....... then fear crawls up out of the debasement until you think you are wrong or they are wrong or that right must gain might while nothing is left but loneliness and a bombin' nation. The noble peace that is prized cannot be won. Peace be what you are. Realize your being and the peace of you gets reflected in the pieces of the Dream. Chase peace, make peace, fight for peace.... and It all goes to pieces, jigging and sawing you to bits that knead gathering. We've been in torcher, on the racket, drawn and quartered. Your life is likely pulled apart and dismantled, a toastiment to End flames. It's not your fault. It's the default of the Game that strings you out until you snap, crackle and pop. We have fry with these big machinations as the Game unwinds. End times bring out the worsted in everyone. You can realize what wooliness has been pulled over your being. Skeindalous yarns untangle as your Story demystifies. Unsheep. Unflock your self. Be, not shepherded. Greeder pastures will beckon. The staff will be waved over you as the wolves circle. Choose beyond these stories, these ruts...... not into a new age. Just choose for what you want as you go about your life. The jism of isms will want to reproduce you into a thousand fractured games of chase the hidden. Knock that off. You'll feel naked and powerless, but the power that is offered in the belief of isms is simply ignored fear and insecurity bundled up into an ignorant banner of sulked slogan. It's depressing to wrestle with the mania. Your being is lively and dynamic. Right now, the sucking of the Mayan Drain tends to suck the succor right out of you. You can't lick this sucker. It licks you, slimefuly, but it's own inherent flames of glory melt away what isn't you. This you can trust, if trust you must. ReChoice ye of lots of faith. Unshield, for that protection simply has kept in what you have feared. Unsword, for you have only cut your self from your being. These days, Onward and Upward feel like Backward and Downward because of the deep reset in the Game. The undertow is on overthrow. Even the new is feeling old. We are tired, 'buked and scorned. Realize that there is the radiance of your being shining through..... if you pay attention rather than buy more tension of pushing and pulling on the Dream. I don't mean that you must sit on your hands and meditate all the day long. That stuff is just whistling in the Dark with the hope of Light at the end of deeper tunneling. Being has nothing to do with contemplation. All the jumbo mumbo that was sold in spiritual practice was distractifying, a higher mind game. Just go about your beeswax honey. There is no buzz, no blessed hive of royal jello that awaiteth you. Drop the begetting and be. Play will ensue and the fun is you. You've chopped enough woulds and were carried by enough holy waters. That was Path o logical. But it ain't so no mo'. The Work has melted into its bepuddlement. Crank not up any effort to gain the Golden Ringie Dingie. You are noticeably too tired any way. Ya done Good and it still felt Bad. The Sin was sold. Now unbuy your Time. Play in the lila of the fields. It is not you. You cannnot gain you. You be. Thus play on. Saturn is coming off of archetypally opposing to Uranus in Pisces. It still is by geometry and still forming a T-cross with Pluto in Capricorn in Libra, but the square of Saturn in Libra archetypally now lights up. Saturn rules Capricorn. Saturn is exalted in Libra. Thus you are likely to feel... awfully..... better. Go unfigure. These years are hallmarked by everything being twisted tightly upon itself. This Saturn shift illustrates such. Art at its natural best derives from being. Make Art, not war or love. Let love be. It's lovely. Let war, the conflict inherent in Polarville, be as well. Make sport of it. Stylize a bit. Don't believe in conflict, but do express yourself. Get it off your chest of d'wars. Holding your tongue and lashing your tongue are the result of reactionary forcings. Phuck that. Unwrong and Unright. Delight at the end of your tunneling. Full Moon is coming on 11/2/2009 which is a 2-2-2 day if you add it all up. Polarization is redoubled upon itself in the Grand Crossness with Sun in Scorpio opposed to Moon in Taurus squaring to Jupiter/Neptune in Aquarius opposed to Mars in Leo. The baby bits are ready to tantrum in the tantra of fight, fright and flight. Gnashing and gashing are ready to crank up. Iraq is going to fall apart. Afghanistan is the cursed black hole of the planet. Amerika has morasseted into both in spades. Digging in only deepens the hole until all the funny money falls in all the way to China. India and China are ready to joust along with India and Pakistan. Civil nations are breaking. Currency is losing voltage with anxiety amping up until lightning strikes. The mind is a virus, a retro virus, mad sacred cow disease. Virulence is upon us. Whine flu turns into newmoania turns into virulent violence. Many will implode, going down down down with the shift. Out of the brain pan and into the fire. Don't put out the flames. Don't fan them. Don't be a fuel. Let burn what is not you. Let being lead the way. Like being folks will appear. Support others being. Kindness is the way. It's kind to not feed the Ignorant. ReChoice for thine is not the kingdom, nor the glory, nor the power. Enlighten your load, not your Self. Realize that in effect you already have died; you already have lost it all.... because it wasn't you or yours in the first place. The body/personality still lives by the comings and goings, but don't believe it is you. Allow the human pup to wag and pee, frolic and yelp. I don't recommend humping the furniture because of splintering. Ya hear? Just let the humanity have some space without worshipping or burying in it. Okay? Life pretty much hurts these days. If you don't, those close and far do. Sift happens. Let it. You are not all One with All. You are not a special Unit. That stuff is just effect of the Dream that causes suffering. End times can be the opportunity for you to end your times. On 11/4, Neptune goes direct in Aquarius. Be aware of new and improved schlock being sold at the corner story. Your being is no big deal. It doesn't come and go and therefore can't go to some coming attraction. Stay out of sweating lodgings and all the inherent rituals. Magick does not get you out of the harried plotter of it all. Leave unto Caesar what is seizure. You can't be gotten if you choose not to be gettin'. You are fine. The world is not, locally and globally, insidely and beyondly. So... what/ever and ever, aaahhh... men. God is out of its gourd. The Great Pumpingkin carves a Path as the twit tweet. Dis guise. Unmask. Break from the costumes of culture as best you can and let the shifts fall where they may. You don't have to be a spook in the Wheel. I have a vision of the future. Everyone's going to be autistic and hyperactive. Everything in western culture, from Bill Gates to Tiny Twitterfyin', all derives and creates asocial splitting and bizzy brain. The twitch get twitchier and thereby richier. One out of a hundred US children are now considered autistic. Four out of a hundred a hyperactive. Throw in fast food with fast time rigidly mounting high and higher...... It's twit or tweet, with the tweetest surviving fitfully. In recent years, securities trading has gone electronic. Wall Street is a shadow of itself, which has affected Manhattan's bottom line. Electronically there is a very profitable advantage of nano seconds for the large companies over the floor trader and the common investor. Ten percent of transactions are now what they call Dark Pools, never seen, with profits mounting the assets of the world. It's way beyond usury, you can bank on that. Obama and his inside crew will make it ever so. Who the fuck? What the fuck? But, oh so fucked. DarkWinian is it not? It's a greed, capital ideas never end. Speaking of pigs... three little piggies are reported to have caught the swine flu from humans. Everybody gets porked in this deal. As an example of iatrogenic causes of death, there's the example of aspirin poisoning in the Spanish flu epidemic of 1918. (This was a NYTimes article, search on aspirin/flu, NYTimes links expire after a week). Aspirin was a new wonder drug whose overdosing symptoms are similar to flu. By giving young people much too large doses, they may have killed multitudes. Vaccinations aren't the problem so much as the mindset of the medicos and manufacturers. Power corrupts absolutely powerfully. The depression is so thick that bodies are going unclaimed at unprecedented rates. Turns out that Medicare picks up the tabs on mucho cremations for indigent corpses. Also, cemeteries are running out of space because land is so expensive and their investment returns are nil. Death and dearth march on. Al Martino, the Italian Stallion crooner who played such in The Godfather, has died. His last song, recorded the day before he passed, was Garth Brook's tune: If Tomorrow Never Comes. In the Gee That's Nice Dept.: Turkey and Armenia have come to some peace accord. Not bad, given their holocaustic relationship. Dear San Francisco is committed to having zero waste going to landfills in ten years time. That is truly wonderful. Waste not, win lots. Oprah had Mike Tyson and Evander Holyfield (whose ear Tyson partly bit off during their prize fight) on her show recently. Tyson apologized sincerely and Evander accepted. In karmacyclical fashion, Holyfield admitted that for years he bit all of his siblings when they teased him. Can you ear me now...... John Shuttlesworth, co-founder of Mother Earth News died earlier this year. That magazine inspired my youth along with Rodale's Organic Gardening and Farming Magazine. Shuttlesworth's intent in 1974 was to encourage folks to: "... live richer, fuller, freer, more self directed lives." Yes, and thank you! Elizabeth Clare Prophet died recently. Google on her for a look into the misbegotten aspects of New Age power mongering. On a birdie walk the other day, we saw four species of falcon. The biodiversity here is most playful. Life is for the birds. When you're feeling soar, wing it. If you want something odd and lush to listen to, check out the great acapella group - The Persuasions on their: The Persuasions Sing Zappa. Genius sings genius strangefully. I'm slow to new music. A tasty tidbit is Neil Young's Prairie Wind that came out several years ago. Honest to goodness musicalia. In a wonderful melange of guest artists there is: True Love, by Toots and the Maytals. Jah la la...... Rock steady baby. If you want to listen to my friend Isaac George interview Mark Krueger, yours unruly, on his BlogTalkRadio show, check us out: http://www.blogtalkradio.com/Arion I've always wondered about some hand gestures, especially now that I'm of the old fogey clan. Here's some illumination... You've got to hand it to them. They've got all this fingered out in our digital age. High ten reality, Mark Krueger Of Thine Own Self Be Aware Michael Moore's Capitalism: A Love Story hasn't been setting the world on fire. After three weeks, the film hasn't quite cracked ten million and is tied with Pandorum. It might have legs, but so far not so good. Likely Americans can't really conceive of life beyond capitalism, or maybe it's just too close to home. I've ranted against the other Big C for a long time. I appreciate Michael going after it. As the years have gone on, I'm finding Mr. Moore rather creepy. Perhaps it's his unresolved personal stuff in conjunction with festering Catholicism. Perhaps he had an altar boy altercation which he hasn't recalled. He's out to get the Father, if ya know what I mean. I'd like it better if he did: Pope Benedict and Me, and screw the dull vinci codas. Moore is less. The smarmy is getting old. His journalism lacks germinalism and his cocksureness leaves him looking like a ranty booster writ large. Capitalism has become Corpotalism. Capitalism always has been a Ponzi scheme. You get a pile of oligarchs together that is Usur Friendly. It takes money to make money cuz money takes money from the unmoneyed and they've been squeezin' til there ain't much left. Bankrupture supreme! We've been gutted so long that we ain't got no guts left. Thus the gutless response to all of this. People oughta be shrieking at the Forum about wealth care reform, but this Germanificated kultur can only do the nazi nasty thang: they blame what they are, attackfully. It's apparent after all these years that Conmunism and Soulcialism aren't working either. Actually, Isms ain't working. Let us be rid of Isms, including Scientism and Medicalism. We don't need no stinking new technologies to free us from suffering. Keep it simple stupidos! KISS the Idiologies good bye bye. Thinkin' is stinkin'. For example: Solar energy farms require beaucoup water resources. Where there's sun, there ain't no water. All these new tech savior fares require nasty, rare elements and metals and such. They're a glitch to recycle and a gritch to acquire. We dig deeper holes by going for the Power when we oughta be digging deeper wholes by being with what is as it is and coming off of the pain of gain. The lesson is not Moore. Less is not more. Less is less and let us enjoy deflating the flatulence of gloating over bloating. If anyone says NYC is the greatest city in the world or that Amerika is the greatest country in the world, howl with sardonic laughter in their beautaxed face. Humanity is a vanity. It is a Vanity Unfair, a Rape of the Innocents, a Shit of Fools. If you aren't embarrassed, you aren't paying attention. So what's to do? Undo. Let it come undone. Fire the Umpire and the Empire. Simply be. Being is simple. Doing creates do do dodofully. Lust is unjust. Gain is pain. Power is pathetic, pathotic, whorific. Stop raping now!!! Be and see. The David Letterman saga is interesting. The man handled his female staff with his manstaff. What's new? I'm a fan of Letterman's show. He is a prickly prick and in that is some odd fascination. I'm a prickly prick, too. But Ole Dave has been belated in facing his mommy stuff, his stuff with the feminine. What I appreciate about him is his odd honesty, despite appearances. I've watched him grow over time. He has curmudgeonly learned, more than I would have expected. Therein lies my appreciation of him. It looks like his goosing is cooked now. He can weather these storms and continue to make evermore moolah for himself and all the corporati, but his integrity, his self redeem is in the balance. He's got a good but aching heart. He has gone beyond his father into new territory, sloppy as it may be. Boomer men have lived the crux. We've been abdicating the throne even as we thronulate. It ain't pretty, but there is some beauty in it. Boomer women have really been cutting through and that don't feel pretty, but has been beautiful. It could only go so far. The later generations have the opportunity to fulfill the promise. What we're talking about is Rellatio. The social dance and the dance of the genderata. People are ignorant because the software insists that one ignore the shadowy bits. If you look at the shadowy bits, the software becomes apparent. Then you can choose beyond it rather than be under it. It's your choice, if you be. If you think you are ........., fill in the blanket, then you are buried alive alive o, and the Dream dreams you almightily. The actual Rellatio of the Dream gives Good Head. It gives what it takes and takes what it gives. In the YinYang dance of it all, in the interpenetration of the fuckfest of fancy falderol, in the fold o'er all, the other begets the other..... and being gets lost. How do you like That? The notion of Unity is just a veiled bifurcatin' whistle in the Dark. Being has no Unity. Unity is a reaction to duality, thus they call it non-dual teachings. It's still dueling in the Dream. Its Peace keeps you in pieces, and these days it keeps you in Pisces, dreamcatching as the nightmare gallops on. One is the loneliest number because it's two bundled in a grand ignorance. Being is indivisible. It has nothing to do with a-one and a-two nor a trinity, too. The Dream innumerates. It creates plenty, but not plenitude. More keeps lessening. More is the moorage as your drift merrily merrily unawarily. You just get more Dream, and the suffering marches on. If you are tired of that, you can claim your own being and dissolve your identification in the Dream. That's another subject. I can help if you are interested. The Rellatio becomes very apparent in the Libra season. Libra is the Other. All the Signs in the second half of the Zodiac are about the dance with the Other. Self gets tiresome and begets its Other. Otherness gets tawdry and begets Self. Round and round, ground and ground. Pulp friction. So..... Other themes are up for some time to come. Saturn enters Libra soonfully on 10/29; backs out into Virgo 4/7/10; re-enters Libra for its full run 7/21/10. Meanwhile, Uranus enters Aries, the Sign of Self, 5/28/10; backs out back into Pisces 8/14/10. That, by the way, is the Omega/Alpha point. See how gnarly End Times cranks you in the high tension wiring of It All? Uranus then re-enters Aries 3/12/11 and will be there for seven plus years. At the time Uranus begins its full run in Aries, Jupiter will be in Aries opposing to Saturn in Libra. More extreme tension of the most archetypal sort. Saturn itself will be done in Libra 10/5/12. This is big time polarized projectification el supremo, and I mean it. It puts a Strain on ya. Yeeeeeehaaaaaaaaaa......... I don't give you weekly precise prognostications of the comings and goings anymore because it's silly. Bigger Fish are frying. Pisces and its Virgo consort are burnin' like a Matrixfucker. Weird is getting weirder. Odd is getting aweder in its odor. Pain is getting paintheonic. Sorry to report such. It's just so. I be and I see and I say. This messenger has been more than killed. What's left is just me being with you. Letterman, by the way, is a full on Aries; his Sun is conjunct his seventh house cusp of the Other. His Ascendant, which has to do with Self, is in Libra the Sign of Other. Neptune in Libra in his t |
