Halloween 2024: Of Horror and Hilarity

October 31, 2024

Remember way back when we saw Halloween as the time when we dressed up as various scary people or corpses, or skeletons? Remember when skeletons remained “in the closet” except for this one scary day when we gave them a very brief airing, to “let off steam”?

Not true for everybody, of course. Many people, the ones we initiated ones call “normies” (and it’s a diminishing herd) still dress up for Halloween as if it was just like the olden days. (See bad cattitude post below.)

Back then, we all could just pretend, on this one day of the year, to deal with/in evil, darkness, nastiness, blood, gore, and semen. Yeah. Remember that? Halloween, the day when the line between the seen and the unseen thins, was just a metaphor?

No longer. Over the past decade or so? — or longer? or shorter? — hard to recall, I’ve been immersed for so long in the messy business of exposing personal and collective shadow stuff. And always with the intent to heal, i.e., to integrate, to become whole, both personally and collectively, rather than continuing to unconsciously suffer the usual hole in being that drives us “to seek love in all the wrong places.”

[Which reminds me: see Harvard canonizes Taylor Swift.]

As if “love” is a commodity; scarce as all get out. As if “love” is what we long for, and can never “get and hold.” As if Taylor is telling her besotted female fans to forget getting married, having kids, propagating the species. It’s just not worth the heartache! Or, for those already numbed to their tender vulnerable femininity —”not worth the trouble.”

Worse . . . it’s

As if LOVE didn’t exist,

filling all of space/time, forever!

Bathing all creation in her nourishing warmth!

There is no end to love, and no beginning.

 

Meanwhile, those of us on this beleagered Earth who are destined to face the darkness, though we flinch at learning about, for example, the deep darkness to which Cathy O’Brien was forced to endure for over 30 years, starting when she was a child — simply must absorb her memoir, if nothing else.

Trance Formation of America

 

In fact, one needs only this one book to come face to face with the heart of the darkness that infects human civilization on planet Earth.

Cathy is one of those featured in the following video.

 

I bring this ghastly subject up today, because it is Halloween, the day we’re licensed to entertain ourselves with faked horror; and because I want to warn especially Sagittarians like me (and Cathy, who also, like me, has a Taurus Moon!) who seek to know TRUTH — of something weird I encountered while attending a Halloween party several years ago.

I had dressed up as  “Demonic Monk” — with a dark cloak and a set of cloth horns from the Dollar Store.

But, while swirling around with others at the party — and this had never happened to me before, at least not to my knowledge — an invisible demonic entity of some kind tried to invade me. I remember well the feeling; it still makes me shudder.

In other words, by dressing AS IF, I was inviting that reality in.

Pretending can have real consequences.

 

On the other hand, pretending can also invite utter hilarity. Check this out. 

Trump’s account of how yesterday’s “GARBAGE” truck troll got going.

There are lots of pics and videos. This, to me, is the most hilarious.

Bad Cattitude reminds us in his substack post today:

TOO CRAZY TO SEE?

Yes, sometimes, the TRUTH is so horrendous, that, though ramping up slowly over time, there is still only a certain percentage of people  mentally/emotionally/spiritually equipped to be able to see it, flinch, and continue to absorb it anyway. Or, I shouldn’t say absorb it. Rather, not take it in (like I didn’t take the demon in that Halloween night). Rather, allow your perception to tune into, and instinctively avoid, thus directing the ghastly info (or disinfo or misinfo, who really knows for sure?) to either bounce off, or to flow through, without adhering, without harm.

Or, even better, do the (seemingly?) impossible.

Be like DJT:

more and more proving to us

that he is personally equipped

to either trump,

or boomerang,

or utilize,

or dissipate,

or transform —

any Evil he encounters.

 

 

 

 

 

My (Jungian) prayer during this (final?) “election season”

October 30, 2024

Yesterday, I was speaking with a dear friend who, like most of my friends in deep blue Bloomington Indiana, wants Kamala/Walz to “win.” As we discussed the situation, I found myself saying that, whatever happens, it won’t clear up for at least three months; that we’ll be fortunate if the entire drama (singularly unprecedented, as transit Pluto completes its first return to both its own cycle, and the birth of the U.S.) doesn’t degenerate into chaos — or worse.

[Especially, I will add today, if the Dems do manage to cheat enough to “win”; unlikely, given that their playbook hasn’t changed, and this time we’re on to their games. (Remembering how utterly shocked I was last time!) In that event, then I can only pray that the rural right isn’t so infuriated that it goes on a kinetic rampage.]

[And yeah, especially, I add again today,  if the MAGA/MAHA folks do manage to  “win,” which would drive the Dems utterly insane. I imagine another destructive Antifa “peaceful protest” this one ramped up a thousand-fold to include waiting cells of illegal terrorists . . . check this out . . .

 

. . . or worse, much worse. Use your imagination.]

In any case, whoever “wins” will be on the “other side’s” chopping block.

“This is not another four year election.”

 

My friend’s eyes widened; apparently, she hadn’t heard about the expected chaos before. She just hoped the election would swing Democratic: “If it does, I’ll reconnect my phone to the internet.”

Huh? I looked at this sweet woman who, like again, most of my friends, is vaxxed up the yin yang.  Instantly, I was reminded of an alarming Steiner quote, and wanted to unearth this quote again, but where and how?

Hmmm . . . will this do? From just now on twitter/X . .  .

Wow! Yesterday, after a few hours of still wanting the Steiner quote, there it was, again, on my twitter/X feed!  Synchronicity!

She and I ended yesterday’s incipient altercation with my usual calming incantation: “Let’s just stay with what we have in common.” Ever since the covid con divided me from most of my friends, including most of my wonderful siblings, this remark always “works.” We go on, refusing to “cancel” each other. Thus, though this remark doesn’t prevent future altercations, it does submerge them inside our greater connection.

And what IS that connection?

Today, I came across another post that references the fact that neither RFK Jr or Tulsi Gabbard, despite their joining the Trump transition team, agree with him in all areas. That in fact, the three of them, amazingly enough, have agreed to disagree, thus showing us all, in the political realm, what is possible, if we “stay with what we have in common.”

Furthermore, Tulsi tells us more explicitly, in words, and via her calm, grounded, gentle manner, what that commonality is: LOVE.

Personally, I notice my conscious mind flipping back and forth between Steiner’s (deeply paranoid?) point of view and Tulsi’s perspective on human magnificence. Being all-too-human, capable of both moral and idiotic behavior, these dueling perspectives are, at this point in my long long life, BOTH continuously enlarging inside me.

And yet, overall,

I am internally directed

to hold the dynamic tension

of these powerful opposites.

 

May I continue to dwell

in the spacious presence

between them.

Amen.