The stinking corruption symbolized by the word “Epstein”

July 17, 2025

 

Before I begin this god-awful piece on the stinking corruption symbolized by the word “Epstein,”  remember, in the memorable words of Zach Bush, M.D.:

 

 

Okay, to begin:

Celia Farber, today:

I’m trying to paint a picture, and connect intersecting industries of evil. Stay alive long enough, and they all connect, like a vast interstate freeway, leading into and onto one another, in one continuous frequency of mechanized, virtue signaling sociopathy.

Oh but wait! Let me begin again again! this time with a personal story!— sputters my impetuous Uranian self: 

Yesterday evening, I was in Kroger’s, stocking up on frozen Amy’s Enchiladas (three different kinds). (I visit specific stores around here for specific items, including, besides Kroger’s, Bloomingfoods (spices and sale items), Fresh Thyme (sale items), and, mostly, Aldi! — all within walking distance.)

I heat one Amy’s enchilada package up about once a week, to indulge my one gluten-free, albeit processed meal. Otherwise, it’s fresh, local, all the way, with no seed oils, ans most of it during summer, direct from Green Acres bountiful gardens.

Okay, now that I’ve explained what in hell I was doing at Krogers, yesterday evening I ran into a neighbor at one end of an aisle there, Margaret Menge, a longtime (and now independent) journalist who publishes a wonderful periodical, The Crossroads Report. I love and support all her work, and as she greeted me, mentioned yesterday’s Report that shows evidence that Minnesota’s Governor Walz asked a shooter to kill Amy Klobuchar. WHAT?

Would you kill to be a U.S. Senator?

I then congratulated her for deviating from her original focus, the Covid Con. “Oh, I’m going to go back to it,” she replied.

“Why? It’s so wonderful to follow you wherever your thinking takes you.”

But I’m a “journalist,” she explained, as if talking to an idiot. You just write your personal point of view, but I get evidence to back up everything I do, plus write my posts in a logical order, etc. etc.

She might as well have said that she believes in objectivity. That she can leave her own p.o.v. out of whatever she reports on.

Which, is, I believe, impossible. Everything coming from a human brain is inescapably originating from that very specific point of view, gleaned from experiences, memories, specific personal quirks, biases, etc. In other words, there’s simply no such thing as objectivity. (I wrote my PH.D. dissertation in part to back up this claim, back in 1971.)

But we didn’t go there. We just got stuck on the fact that she’s a journalist and I’m not. That her approach is more rigorous than mine. Well, okay.

But as we left each other, to pursue our shopping, I yelled back, humorously: “Let’s fight about this another time!”

“Okay!” she yelled back.

 

Okay, time to start this post again, with that same very personal quote from Celia Farber’s new, and very long, grindingly long, substack that begins with AIDs and goes forward from there:

Epstein Was a Symptom; Can we Cast Off the Disease?

Again:

I’m trying to paint a picture, and connect intersecting industries of evil. Stay alive long enough, and they all connect, like a vast interstate freeway, leading into and onto one another, in one continuous frequency of mechanized, virtue signaling sociopathy.

Now tell me, where is the much vaunted “objectivity” in this highly personal perspective , albeit made possible through Celia’s four decades of journalistic pursuits.

Celia is joined by Jon Rappoport, another journalist whom I follow. Jon has a post up today that mentions Celia, and agrees with her. Note: both of them exposed the AIDs debacle back in the early 1980s.

The spiritually dead rulers are the main event. Celia Farber and I are releasing their story

 

For another, similarly blanket “take” on the Epstein saga, see Joe Lange on X:

It begins:

All the people trying their best to get people to turn on Trump will fail. Again. Epstein is just the “doorway.” Epstein is the doorway to a much larger child trafficking operation involving intelligence agencies, modeling agencies, politicians, the media, the Rothschilds and more.

Okay. That’s enough!

All this exposure of the rot infecting our culture is admittedly painful.

Let us feel our pain fully enough for it to transform into presence.

In short, let us remember, re-member. Let us put ourselves back together again, both internally and with each other

Let us sink below deeply enough so that we may rise high above.

Human brilliance can be used for (devious, greedy, selfish) Evil, or for (compassionate, common, selfless) Good!

Let’s go!

https://x.com/matrixmischief/status/1945169332373266513?s=61&t=aUBDiSUrvn0aSlRBtZx0wQ

 

 

As my first and only URANUS RETURN begins: A Retrospective

July 16, 2025

Note: the “meaning” of any planet in one’s life is gleaned from the first experience of  its cycle as a whole. Saturn, for example, with a 29-30 year cycle, is the most obvious, the one that anybody over 30 can grok, and anyone over 60 can recognize in yet another, deeper way. Each cycle builds upon the one before it, in an ever spiralling dance into infinity.

For those who live long enough, they can also experience, and, thus, begin to understand, the significance of, the full cycle of, yet another planet, Uranus — its cycle of 84 years.

To wit:

 

 I have been sitting here, attempting to understand just what my entire life has been about. And I mean entire life. It’s really odd. Haven’t really ever been here before. Does this mean I’m getting ready to die? That I’m doing the “life review” early (i.e. pre-death)? Or, more prosaically, does it mean I’ve got too much time on my hands, so I busy myself that way? Or does it just mean that my Sagittarian ambition, to reach out mentally, ever seeking a more expansive understanding, is at work? If so, then it’s nothing unusual. I’m always doing that. I can’t help but do that.

But somehow, this is different. My entire life cycle: what’s it been about? How to bring it to closure, how to review the entire 82 years as a whole. This question bedevils me, right now. 

Okay: here’s the clincher: I am now enjoying/enduring my first ever Uranus return to its own natal position since I was born. In other words, I’m now beginning to (finally) close down a cycle that took 82 years to even begin to complete! (The actual cycle of Uranus in 84 years; so it’s a process.)

 

Natal Uranus: 1°36 Gemini.

Transit Uranus now: 0°23 Gemini.

 

 

Uranus moved into Gemini for the first time in 84 years on July 7, this year. The very next day, my 7-year-old computer died and I began a long, ongoing struggle to regain the mental ground I had grouped into various files on that computer and luckily, did put some of it on a hard drive. But then, within days, another significant disruption: I almost, but not quite, succumbed to an intensely clever scam; in the process my bank data was compromised, and so I’ve had to get all new accounts, and since many of my monthly payments were on automatic, I have to go back and change all of them . . .

Yes, as eruptive Uranus entered mental Gemini, and began to conjunct my natal Uranus, all of the above suddenly occurred. Rendered more powerful in my case due to the combination of Uranus with Mars at 2°42 Sagittarius, opposing Uranus natally within one degree.

 

The cycle of Uranus: eruptive, volatile, revolutionary, innovative, experimental.

So, I ask myself, how, if at all, have I been a revolutionary?

Well, actually, I have been a revolutionary. There have been a number of times, in my long life, when I suddenly broke through some kind of old traditional mold deliberately — and usually, more or less messily — seeking to  birth something new, or at least, to midwife the birth of something new.

Examples:

• At 29, in 1971: My PhD dissertation in Philosophy, where I aimed to expose the  history of western philosophy since the 17th century as relying on the Cartesian mind/body split, and therefore deeply unnatural, disconnected from both our own bodies and the Earth Mother, so that “common sense” means having no senses in common..
• At 36, in 1978: Founding a new community magazine, OpenSpace, back in my deeply conservative, traditional-religion dominated hometown of Twin Falls, Idaho, which aimed to encourage free thinkers and dreamers of all kinds to come out of their closets and shine! That experiment lasted two years.
• At 36, in 1978: Announcing myself as a professional “astrologer,” in that same deeply conservative town, and actually attracting clients. Thus launched a 20-year practice, “making my living” as an astrological consultant, presenter, teacher and writer.
• At 40, in 1982: Co-founding another magazine, Heartland, to network peace activists in the Deep West region, during the years when Reagan was deciding to put the MX (Peacemaker) missile in Wyoming. This one also lasted two years.
• At 44, in 1986: Moving into a yurt community in Jackson Hole Wyoming, as per long term goal of reducing my living costs and simplifying my life.
• At 47, in 1989: Starting yet another magazine, Crone Chronicles: A Journal of Conscious Aging. This magazine took off, and lasted for 30 years. It also inspired other Crone publications and events, and continues to do so.
• at 66, in 2009: Visualizing, grounding, and gradually emerging: our tiny little paradise, consisting of three homes and gardens, the Green Acres Permaculture Village,  in the heart of suburban Bloomington, Indiana. This experiment is ongoing, and constantly revolutionizing itself over time.

And actually, when I think about it, I realize that ever since I ran an experiment back in my mid-20s, I’ve actually treated my entire life as a Uranian experiment. Here’s what happened:

I wondered if I would continue feel guilty if I decided not to go to Mass on Sunday, as usual, for several Sundays in a row. In other words, was “guilt” a conditioned response, that would fade with time?

Well, guess what! I didn’t feel guilty even after the very first time! That blew my mind. What? I didn’t feel guilty for missing Mass, not even the first time? Made me wonder: have I been brainwashed?

And so that’s when I decided to run my entire life as a (Uranian) experiment.

So yeah, I guess I am completing a very Uranian life cycle. Which, BTW, won’t be done  until Uranus has not just finished with itself, but has crossed over Saturn as well, since my natal Saturn is only five degrees from it, at 7°37 Gemini. This closing period (of transit Uranus conjunct Uranus/opposed Mars and then conjunct Saturn) will continue through April, 2028.

Meanwhile, I will be sitting here, deeply comfortable, just the way my Moon in Taurus like it, in one of the homes in Green Acres Village, loving life, and newly, thanks to this detailed list, recognizing that yes, I have led a very revolutionary life, very Uranian, never satisfied with the status quo, always pressing onwards.

 

Okay, here’s a sudden Uranian pivot:

I wonder, should I be writing my own obituary now, and of course, updating as time goes on?

What got me started on this track was discovering that one of the most amazing astrologers I know, Ingrid Naiman, died this last January, with barely a mention on the internet. I looked back through her substacks, and discovered that, in December 2024, she wrote that she was about to undergo the third crossing of Saturn over her Ascendant. So I presume that’s what “took her out.”

But geez? Shouldn’t the world be celebrating the life of this pioneer?

Luckily, she wrote and published a number of books.

On the other hand, in the local paper two days ago, a wonderful obit, celebrating the life of Laura Liell, someone I’ve never met, but sure do appreciate those who appreciated her.

https://www.heraldtimesonline.com/obituaries/psbn1227028