TRUST TRUMP?!? series, continued . . . “Save Israel for last” HUH?!?

February 5, 2025

What in hell did Q mean by “Save Israel for last?” A nasty part of me wants to think that it means Israel will finally be obliterated, removed from the face of this Earth. But then why do I want to think that? Because Israel, and the whole Jewish question, what’s real, what’s not, in terms of “bloodlines” (I’m supposedly “Jewish,” on my mother’s side, BTW, something I was not informed of as a child), in terms of the significance of “Zionism,” and of Jewish Rothschild’s establishment of Israel as “the promised land for God’s chosen people” looks like a horrific hornet’s nest, impossible for me either make sense of or to “deal with” fairly and comprehensively.

I just spent a few minutes poring over a regional map, focused on Israel with both West Bank and Gaza strip, attempting to contextualize the two areas supposedly reserved for Palestinians, since the creation of Israel, in 1948.

Gaza, itsy bitsy FLASH POINT!

Being totally flummoxed by what is or is not happening, I decided to look at the astro chart for Israel, and zowee! Israel’s natal Sun sits at 23° of stubborn, earthy Taurus, exactly where explosive, eruptive transit Uranus sits now, and has been moving back and forth across since May 2024. (It’s maximum intensity point was on 1/e0, when it turned, to go direct.)

Then, I thought, hell, why not look at Trump’s natal chart too, since he’s obviously very tied to Israel, and has just announced that the U.S. is going to take over Gaza!

And wouldn’t you know, Trump’s Midheaven (his path, his public role), sits at 24° Taurus, also nearly exact where the transit Uranus sits now. Totally in keeping with his global role as a disrupter of the status quo.

Oh yeah, and my own natal Moon at 23° Taurus, also hit by Uranus, desiring, like a fool, with only swiftly moving digital data to reflect on, to obliterate Israel . . .

Keep in mind that Uranus has an 84 year cycle . . . which means that these transit Uranus conjunctions are unusually significant for both Israel and Trump; frankly, the the synchronicity of their near exact conjunction makes me shudder with horror and delight.

Another very interesting note about the natal chart for Israel: This nation state was willed into being during the Saturn/Pluto conjunction in Leo, 1946-1948, the same post-war years that saw the birth of the National Security Act  and the CIA. Saturn structure married Plutonian power in the utterly self-centered sign of Leo: A very significant nexus in the history of the U.S. as a global hegemon. And, while I’m at it, remember that the Covid Con was launched during the Saturn/Pluto conjunction in structural Capricorn, January 2020. That’s when “they” tried, and failed to lock us all up for ten years. Saturn/Pluto conjunctions, which occur every 35-36 years, matter. Saturn either tries to control/prevent or to directly channel the  death/rebirth Plutonian energy as it erupts from the depths.

I’m not pretending, in this post, to come to any conclusion about whether or not to “trust Trump,” given this latest announcement, by sidewinding a bit into astrology. But, if it helps, do note that this eruptive Uranus 23° Taurus focus, which achieved peak intensity when it turned to go direct on January 30, will endure through most of March, and then begin to fade.

Meanwhile, there seem to be two principal, and opposing, versions of what Trump’s announcement of the takeover of Gaza means:

The first is that it proves Trump is not only aligned with Netanyahu, but is his lackey in the march to Greater Israel. You can find this conclusion just about everywhere you look.

The second is that Trump just separated Gaza from Netanyahu, and thereby began to solve a whole host of problems.

This second interpretation is not nearly as popular, but it does exist. See, for example, Brian Cates, @drawandstrike, who couches it within a broader context than I’ve seen otherwise.

I must say, I was struck by Netanyahu’s demeanor when Trump was talking. Seems subservient; even, frankly, scared.

https://x.com/collinrugg/status/1886931145905868878?s=61&t=aUBDiSUrvn0aSlRBtZx0wQ&mx=2

Obviously shocked by the announcement, Clandestine tries to stay on the fence. I don’t blame him for wanting to come down on one side or the other. This sure does appear colonial, rather than collaborative. U.S. empire building again? Just kick those poor old worthless Palestinians out so we can build another fantastic “smart city”? Just treat them like we treated the Native Americans at home? If so, what’s new?

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Obviously, Trump’s 5D chess is way bigger than any of my paranoid imaginings. Thus, with Clandestine, I wait with bated breath.

[Post-nap . . .]

Oh, wow . . . I see this:

https://x.com/TruthHammer4EVA/status/1886967770577084545

And Aha! Joe Lange weighs in.

“Here’s what I think happened . . .”

https://x.com/JoeLang51440671/status/1887213165827793295

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ALIVENESS: real or faked? Choose.

February 4, 2025

As I go about the world, mostly on foot, I find myself more and more astounded by the extreme differential between my 82-year-old vigor and the relative lethargy of others, also obviously elderly. Not just wrinkled like me, but most appear frail, and shuffle along slowly, stiffly, as if everything hurts. Plus, so many appear sad, lonely. They haven’t, like me, switched from concern for “self-image” to living from the inside out.

When we live from the inside out, we are integrated. Logical left brain with oceanic right brain, right brain to heart. When both sides of the brain are integrated, the heart is open and the soul shines through.

The soul shines through the eyes; and when the soul shines through the eyes, it magnetizes other souls, through their eyes. The result? On daily errands I share an endless, near silent, joyful dance of connection, communion, union.

I assume that the obvious differential between me and my elderly cohorts is mostly due to the fact that my way of life differs so profoundly from theirs. First of all, I do not live alone, but with others; in fact, this year, with two very young, intense, and wonderful women. My home is connected to two others, also with intergenerational occupants, in Green Acres Permaculture Village. We not only get along, we help each other out when needed, enjoy regular bi-weekly community dinners open to neighbors and friends, work the land, share tasks, dream and accomplish common goals.

Likewise, the eating habits I have refined over a lifetime likely differ profoundly from most others my age. Whole foods, home cooked, no seed oils, high protein, low carb, gluten-free, no sugar. Plus eight different supplements I began during the covid con, to rev up my immune system and keep it there. Plus, as of six months ago, intermittent fasting, 18/6. And, just two days ago, I ordered a “weighted vest”!

Then there’s my long-term physical exercise routine: three to four miles a day fast walk, plus yoga, chi kung tai chi. Two hours altogether, of what I call “physical culture.”

Not surprisingly, I am very much the one in charge of my own health. No doctors, no drugs, no medical appointments, no blood tests, nada. Exceptions made if I break a bone, which happened twice in the past 12 years: both wrists; one falling on black ice, the other stumbling on a hidden root on a forest path. (Usually, I stumble, but don’t fall; long-term chi kung renders every cell alive and interconnected.)

I have long been aware that the body is the temple of the soul; and that I must maintain the body in prime condition for as long as possible, if I wish to continue to share the mental/emotional/spiritual  harvest I have gleaned from more than eight decades of living fully, and well, including outrageous risks and adventures, all the while continuously processing my own shadow stuff as it emerges from the murky depths. The result: I don’t just “get older”; I grow older.

However, and here’s where I differ profoundly from many who are similarly focused on the body to the point of near-obsession. Namely:  I do not fear Death. In fact, I welcome Death, as the parting gift to a long life well lived.

So though I am very focused on the body, for without its well-being I cannot be of service to others, my values, attitudes and assumptions are wildly different from the so many many others who are, more and more, not just focused on, but actually identified with this mortal coil and terrified of dying and Death! So much they are actually determined to avoid Death and achieve immortality, transform into gods!

Come on, folks. Death is but entrance to larger life!

Don’t try to limit your mysterious open-sourced aliveness

to this 3D material realm!

Forget about cleverly mapping, synthesizing, digitizing;

why would you want to transmogrify

into a transhumanist bot?

that “lives” forever?

Huh? You call that living?

 

Joe Allen spells it out and sums it up quite nicely, not to mention precisely.

Healthy Body, Sick Soul