First, what does the name “3I Atlas” refer to?
Frankly, I prefer “3rd eye” Atlas, referring to the center of the forehead, associated with the pineal gland:
And then there’s that word “Atlas,” referring to one of the Greek Titans “condemned to hold up the heavens.”
Interesting. Put these fanciful words together, and you get the mystical third eye that holds up the heavens?
Then there’s Avi Loeb, of Harvard who, among others, keeps drumming up fear. Here’s one:
Okay, is this the usual fear porn? Or not. Clif High saw “space aliens” coming much earlier this year, and says this phenomenon will likely uproot all contemporary religious and cultural assumptions, structures, etc.
Okay, are we being treated to yet another target for the usual fear porn to keep us demoralized and obedient? Or not?
Here’s my story.
As a World War II baby, who suddenly woke up with the nuclear devastation of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, my original PTSD as a two year old easily dovetailed into any fear porn that Big Gov or the MIC or the EIC (Educational Industrial Complex) or the HIC (Health Industrial Complex), etc. spewed into the public domain.
When I was 37, in 1979, with the advent of two once-in-a-lifetime outer planet configurations, everything changed.
First, transit Neptune began to cross my Sagittarian Ascendant for the first and only time, and from then on, headed between that and the rising Sagittarian Sun — through much of 1984.
Close behind, in 1980, transit Uranus in Sagittarius began to oppose itself for the first and only time.
Though both transits were in Sagittarius and thus reinforcing my tendency to seek the largest perspective possible, all at once — as influences, these planetary energies contradicted each other: Neptune loving, mystical; Uranus electric, eruptive.
(On the other hand, in my natal chart, these two, both in air signs, are in an exact harmonious trine configuration.)
The Uranus transit spurred my work as a peace (Neptune) activist (Uranus).
At some point I suddenly recognized that I was, in fact, a (mentally) VIOLENT peace activist! Uranus had taken charge! I was trying to mentally control (Saturn, conjuncts Uranus in natal chart) the perspective of others in the peace movement. With the recognition of this internal contradiction, being Sagittarius, i.e., hating hypocrisy in all its forms, I abruptly quit activism, and retreated to my yurt in the Tetons, to stare into the fire, and soon after, to begin to internally investigate what I later began to call “Orphan Annie,” a provound introspective process that went on for seven long and nourishing years, during which I delved into my own unconscious, via dreams, journaling, reading Jung, and co-counseling with select friends, to uncover the roots of my lifelong FEAR, (False Evidence Appearing Real), which, in turn, had led me to become a violent peace activist. Fear, of war: nuclear annihilation.
At some point during this long process, I began to realize that FEAR is merely the absence of LOVE. That all human emotions reduce to either one or the other: Fear contracts; Love Expands.
From that time on, I was not just deconstructing and re-educating the personality, but mining the psyche for what lay below the fear all that time. Seeking to consciously source the “prime mover”: the sublime, divine energy that fills and fuels the universe. I am a single drop in the infinite ocean; I am the infinite ocean condensed into a single drop.
So now, how does all this connect to 3I Atlas? Well, it’s an obvious target for fear porn. Just like the war that ends all life on earth, so might this, or some other visitor from space do the same.
So while I spent quite a while yesterday combing through twitter posts that relate to 3I Atlas, collecting about 20 of them to repost here, I’ve decided not to delve into the details of what I came across there.
I’d rather focus on LOVE. Let go of FEAR.
Ultimately, Fear is boring. It’s always the same, just this tiny little girl, tucked into the fetal position, sucking her thumb for solace.
LOVE, however, remember, and yes, Ann, you too re-member, put yourself back together again, expands to fill and fuel the universe from this tiny beating heart, and your heart too, all of our hearts together, into a symphonic dance weaving all and everything into a single thrumming magnificence.
Oops. Back to 3I Atlas . . . oh wow . . .
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