The (mostly “good”) “news” is breaking so fast, now that Uranus has slipped into Gemini, that it’s as if I’ve been climbing a steep stairs, exhausted, winded, but still eager. What happens when I reach the top? Will there be a final eureka moment?
Or: is there a top?
Is there ever any point where I can say, okay, now I KNOW The Truth?
Or does so-called reality keep morphing, expanding, deepening, revealing layer after layer of what turns out, each time, from a larger point of view, to be deception, obfuscation, even Evil.
Meanwhile, I can’t help but look back at my life during this year when Uranus begins to return for the very first time to the place it occupied at my birth, 1°36 Gemini, and recognize that yes, once I awakened to the infinitely vast universe (mid-20s), I’ve been not just a contrarian, but a full-on revolutionary. Whatever (usually conceptual) walls I come up against, I can’t help but bust through them.
What interests me here is the person I was prior to my awakening. That young woman, that NPC: F.E.A.R-FUL (False Evidence Appearing Real). At first, can you believe, of nuclear war (at 2.5 years; I began with the hardest one). Fear dictated my choices. I was always trying, and not succeeding, to avoid FEAR.
The breakthrough came when I was 26, and the deep masculine voice that spoke to me, out of nowhere, in the hospital, after one week with continuous intravenous antibiotics:
“Live or die. It’s your choice.”
And the very next morning, belly flat, fever gone. General peritonitis defeated by the spirit which, obviously, chose to live.
Really live. Which to me meant: “Whatever I’m afraid of, that is what I must do.”
(Correction: Whatever it is that I’m both afraid of and fascinated by, THAT is what I must do. I.e., whatever step leading into a new, unknown direction that just won’t leave me alone! Obviously, most fears are rational. Don’t walk in front of a speeding car. . . )
I’ve been on that often bumpy, winding road ever since. At 82 years, I can say, with every fiber in my body, that Bill Hicks was right: The world IS just a ride.
What has helped, and helped immensely, is that I morphed into what I call an “alt-epistemologist.” Here are two e-books relating to that transformation.
Exo-Excerpts Alt-Epis (1) copy
My Life as an Alt-Epistemologist copy
And one more:
So here we are. The known world is fast morphing in the direction of my and many many others’ long-term, long-recognized, expectations.
Me? I’ve been in a position where, especially since the covid con began, in 2020, I haven’t been able to talk about anything real with others who live near me (except son Colin: see colincudmorehealing) wiithout causing great consternation.
Who needs it?
So what’s going down now feels like a relief. Though I still do wonder: how many deeply brainwashed folks have the gumption, and/or the will, to actually break through their programming? What percentage will be able to do so?
Especially, when I walk by nearby CVS, and witness cars waiting in line for prescription meds, I can’t help but wonder. How many of these drivers are locked up in a medicated mental prison that either they or their “insurance” pays for?
https://www.zerohedge.com/medical/what-know-about-big-pharma-charts
I’m reminded of myself:
Growing up, locked into a Roman Catholic conceptual helmet, when that fell out I tried science. Maybe that’s a worthy substitute, I thought — until, that is, I investigated the history of science, its roots in western (Cartesian mind/body split) philosophy.
Then . . . Nada. The bottom fell out, and continues to fall out, over and over again. Or: the sky keeps opening, higher and higher, wider and wider.
This unique sovereign Self as a singular point within an infinity of infinities!
And the point itself, when close to, dissolves into space.
Yep.
