OF SHOCKS AND TEDIUM . . .

February 13, 2025

Am I the only one for whom things are getting crazier and crazier? No. It’s true for all of us. We all know it. How many of us are able to process the ongoing tsunami? I’m pretty good at continuously improvising a new, larger, deeper, stranger mental handle on all the ghastly revelations flooding the twitter/X zone. In fact, as I said to my son Sean yesterday, have you noticed? At first, when this DOGE drama began, I opened twitter/X eager, expectant, thrilled, every morning, what happened since last night?!? As if, addicted to intensity, I wanted my brain plugged into to an electrical torture apparatus, buzzing shock after shock after shock.

Mmmmm. PTSD. Loosh food.

YES!

YUCK!

NOW. About two weeks have flashed by.  The “news” flood is still accelerating — and yet, it’s what I’ve come to expect. Ho hum. No big deal. Does that mean I’ve numbed myself to what’s going on? That I simply can’t take it anymore? That I have been successfully mind-controlled, MK Ultra-ed, roboticized? (Again?) Or has my capacity for this kind of existential/social/political/cultural shock increased to the point where my internal mental framework into and through which it all pours has kept pace with it, expanding enough to hold it all without breaking?

If so, how long will that last? Dunno.

Thank goodness for walks in nature, for yoga, chi kung, tai chi. Without these physical practices grounding me I’d be a goner.

BTW: Check out Mike Benz, on twitter/X. He seems to be able to depict, better than most, the various bits and pieces ratcheting out in separate shocking revelations as all extrusions of what he tends to call the Blob State, for which his long experience seems to have granted him an internal map of how all the various corrupted agencies, departments, etc. combine like a giant hydra-headed mafia, robbing the American taxpayer blind, to pay, and pay off only god knows what and to whom.

What happened to morality? To ethics?

Is it just gone?

I doubt it. Or there would not be such outrage building now in the bloodied body politic.

 

Meanwhile, here “at home “. . .

I’m having great trouble navigating the internet to pay monthly bills, all sorts of them. Wanted them to be automatically paid, which they were, until the new year turned. Now having horrendous trouble figuring out how to set up automatic payments again on various websites. Probably spent two hours this morning alone on this conundrum already. Have decided to locate their their physical locations in Bloomington and go there in person. Grrrr . . .

Aha! Son Sean just said he’d help me with it after my nap. He does’t need to leave for the bus to Indy airport until 3:30.

So, Ann, nap!

 

TODAY’S FULL MOON IN LEO IN TENSE T-CROSS WITH URANUS . . .

February 12, 2025

Hey folks, if you’re like me, you’re being extra-careful today. Full of care. Caring. Heart-centered. Aware. Awake. And Allowing. Whatever is meant to happen, will.

 

On this Full Moon in Leo day (6:53 AM EST) which, at 24°06 Leo just happens to create an extremely tense and near-exact triangle — a T-cross with two squares (90° angles) from end points of Sun/Moon — with its arrow targeting transit Uranus at 23°20 Taurus; which itself just “happens” to be sitting directly on my 23°02 natal Taurus Moon, mightily disturbed for the past 18 months, ever since transit Uranus began to criss-cross over that point. Why? Because that happens to coincide with the time when my now 59-year-old son Colin Cudmore suddenly suffered a near-fatal aortic dissection of both ascending and descending branches, and, unfortunately, ever since then he has been left paralyzed from the waist down with severe, more or less extremely painful nerve damage.

So here we are. Mother and son. Moon represents one’s mothering capacity, especially Moon in Taurus does, since it’s exalted in that sign. Very glad my Moon IS in that sign, since, at this time in my long, long life, having had plenty of decades to alchemize my fiery nature, it gives me much more determination and staying power than most Moon positions.

Colin’s dear older brother Sean has been here for five days now, and leaves tomorrow to fly back to Boulder, Colorado. What kind of future is in store for Colin is still largely unknown. Welcome to Full Moon in Leo, square Uranus, on your Moon, Ann!

Sabian symbol for 24° Taurus (next whole degree for both my natal Moon, and transit Uranus now) doesn’t even pretend to sound like fun. (The mothering history of this fiery triple Sagittarian (Sun, Ascendant, Mars) was fraught with struggle when they were young: I left them with their father when they were 6 and 8 years old, seeing them only in the summers.)

AN INDIAN WARRIOR RIDING FIERCELY, HUMAN SCALPS HANGING FROM HIS BELT.

Thank goodness for Rudyhar’s somewhat optimistic interpretive keynote! The aggressiveness of human instincts, when fighting for their earthly base of operation. 

So yes,  both Sean (with five planets in Taurus) and I are engaged in a long-term fierce fight for our (including Colin’s) earthly base of operation. Every day, just what will happen next, or in the near future, changes unpredictably. Will he be able to come his house (next door to my house)  some day, assuming we rehab it for his wheelchair? If so, when? In two months, six months, two years? Or will he end up in a handicapped apartment instead? Are there any available in town? Will the three of us end up in Boulder together? The situation is very uncertain, very Uranian; no stability, no real plans possible, due not to his paralysis, but to his unrelenting, unforgiving nerve pain.

Nevertheless, I appreciate this Leo meme, especially in the current political context:

On the other hand, Ann, no matter what the context, personal or political, stay awake! Stay aware!

 

 

 

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I like this meme