Astrologer, published author, conference presenter, world traveler, founder & editor of Crone Chronicles: A Journal of Conscious Aging (1989-2001) , and founding visionary of Green Acres Permaculture Village (2010 to present).
Like all of us, I’ve been more and more suckered into looking at, and sometimes attaching to, all sorts of exponentially thudding, for me, mostly twitterX posts. Meanwhile, also recognizing, more and more, how the AI (algorithm) funnels only certain posts, certain experiences, impressions, ideas, images to me, based on my own internet history.
Yes, I was suckered into paying close attention to the David Wilcock death psy-op. Not that his tragic suicide isn’t true, because it probably is, but because of the way so many who both knew him and did not are weighing in, that the entire scenario has degenerated into a morass of conflicting stories, tailor-made for distraction, whether or not intended, by “black hats” or “white hats” or both. Thus, a deliberately confusing “psychological operation.” Or: maybe not? WHO KNOWS? WHAT IS REAL?
(Hmmm . . . My PhD philosophy, focused on epistemology, which at the time, to others, seemed ridiculous, is proving extremely relevant, now, over 50 years later!)
Okay, so given that current epistemological i.e., twitter background, here’s something that jolted me into a reality below/above/within/without/human constructs of any kind.
THIS:
Yesterday, twice, Nature herself spoke to me. Or maybe I should say, “the divine,” or “source” spoke to me, beaming down through the human-generated fog of mental war, once again, to say “WAKE UP! IT’S TIME!” This phrase I’ve already mentioned, probably on this blog: how it was generated also by Nature, but in a dream, of a giant raven sitting on my shoulders, cawing “WAKE UP! IT’S TIME!” Thus was Crone Chronicles: a Journal of Conscious Aging, born, when I was 46, and lasted for 30 years.
This time, again a bird visited me. But not in a dream (where it’s easier for those in 3D to deny as meaningful), but when awake . . .
What Happened
I was on my second walk of the day, this one shorter, in the early evening, with sun low in the western sky. Suddenly, “out of the blue,” I felt a cold wetness plop onto my head, my hair. What? I was not under trees. The sky was clear, no clouds. Nor was I drugged in any way, pharmaceutically or otherwise. This was my alert waking state.
I felt a cold wetness plop onto my hair, and then suddenly remembered: it had happened that morning also, but I hadn’t “picked up” on it, simply went on with my day — only to see hours later that my hair was whitened in a certain spot, by a dry white powder. WHAT?
SO YES, IT HAPPENED. TWICE YESTERDAY. And only when it happened the second time did I actually look up, to see several circling Turkey Vultures, 100s of feet above, one of them just past being directly over me.
WHAT?
So a Turkey Vulture had contacted me, twice. . . And I was trying to absorb this extraordinary information, suddenly some kind of large insect buzzed my ear, tried to climb inside (as if to say, “did you get the message?!?”)
(Luckily my hand automatically reached up in time.)
Yes, Nature speaks to us in ways that we do not speak to each other.
“Truth” and “Falsity” are not relevant here.
These are times when all we can do is surrender, succumb to wonder.
I mean, “what are the odds?”
When I got home I searched both gemini and grok for “symbolic meaning of turkey buzzard dropping poop on head from hundreds of feet up,” something like that. Check it out . . . Can’t remember the exact prompt I used.
The internet is full of stuff relating to this very much out-of-the-ordinary experience. Nature’s wisdom trumps human vicissitudes. Reminds me that, despite increasingly chaotic “appearances,” my embodied being is safe, secure, in the nourishing arms of Mother Nature.
I spent my ipad time with chai elixir this morning absorbing more threads from the David Wilcock mystery, investigating many “sources” with opinions that I do or do not resonate with.
The first person to comment, Penny, said she wanted to see their discussion as a memorial to David, one in which those who knew him or knew of him for many many years, attempt to place his sudden tragic death in a much fuller context.
And of course, the first question “conspiracy theorists” (like myself) would ask, did David really kill himself, or was he “suicided” in some way by the DS?
None of them thought that was the case.
Next question, did he really die? Or: did he really die, or is this just another piece of fake news, and David has gone into hiding, because “he knew too much”?
Another conspiratorial claim.
None of them thought this either, though Jay Weidner was troubled by some aspects of the official story, and wonders what indeed, really did happen. Of course, as they all figured, Kerry Cassidy would want to weigh in with her view that he did NOT die, etc. etc., but she did not get to spill her opinion during those two hours.
I must say: I’m very much an admirer of Jean Claude, his manner of asking questions in sequence; getting whoever he brings on to dig down from first impressions into what they really think they know or think.
This included Penny Kelly’s view of David in the afterlife. She said she “went to him, and it was not good.” She explained that, in her view, when people die, they meet situations in the afterlife that mirror their situation and state of mind at the time of death. And for David, she said, that meant he was immersed in horror, the feeling that he was prey, and everybody was out to get him. She begged us all to please send energy to him, because he really needs it.
By far the prevailing opinion was that David had been gradually losing track of reality for many many years, due to the fact, says especially Penny, that he never grounded himself. That his brilliance, and stunning capacity for seeing patterns of all kinds, was not matched by an equal ability to root himself into ordinary life. It was as if, they all agreed, at 53, he was still a brilliant teenager, and had never grown up and taken stock of himself, learned to process and integrate his own feelings and memories.
But of course, says Weidner, we all have a mixture of good and evil, light and shadow, within us. In this, he was no different that the rest of us.
But as Penny pointed out, and what especially Weidner called his “grandiosity,” made him a sitting duck for those who wanted to take advantage of him; especially Corey Goode, whom they all agreed is a deeply clever narcissist and psychopath who triangulated with him and Gaia to cause David’s downfall; plus Stavatti Aerospace, where David lost his fortune.
Weidner pointed out that in court docs he found that Elizabeth Seraphine, to whom he was married in 2017 and who divorced him in 2021, did so because David would not let go of his association with Corey Goode. Clif High had also tried to dissuade David from his apparently spell-bound association with Corey Goode, to no avail. It was as if his ego simply could not afford to know that Corey was fooling with him.
I remember watching episodes with David, in which Elizabeth, unseen, was directing audio, video, etc., and noticed how very impatient and abrupt he was with her. As if he was the king of the world, and she to do his bidding. That did NOT sit well with me.
None of this is to condemn David for taking his own life. Far from it. Nor is it to merely finger Corey Goode or Stavatti Aerospace for their parts in his long-drawn-out drama. Rather, let us take this horrible occasion to take stock of ourselves. Let us remember to not identify with our own egos to the point where others can pretend to pump us up and then, when we have succumbed to whatever their agenda, leave us bewildered, confused, and, if we are not careful, shut down, refusing to process what has just happened; thus stuck, blocked, bitter.
No thanks. I am so very grateful for my dual purpose, to connect heaven and earth, above and below, light and dark, energy and matter, conscious and unconscious, structure and process, personal experience with abstract conceptualization.
In other words, I am NOT cartesian, for whom “I think, therefore I am.”
While alive in the 3D material world, I am both, mind and body, with body thoroughly grounded, immersed in, a living antenna of the Earth Body that nourishes us all.
Like a tree, roots embraced by soil below, branches reaching for sky above.
”And you? My teacher looked up, his left eyebrow arched, pencil poised. 'I want to do a paper on the concept of time.’” I mumbled, timidly. 'Time?' He sniffed. “I wouldn’t touch the subject. Too difficult.” — AK, 1967
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Astrologer, published author, conference presenter, world traveler, founder & editor of Crone Chronicles: A Journal of Conscious Aging (1989-2001) , and founding visionary of Green Acres Permaculture Village (2010 to present).
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