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.

DIVINE INTERVENTION TIME?

October 29, 2024

The hidden context in the title is collective. What shall November bring? Remember remember, the 5th of November . . .

Okay. Here is a personal tale, shifting the context to the lived experience of a single human being . . .

I narrowly missed being in a car accident this morning. This came just as I was thinking about all the near-miss accidents I haven’t been in over the decades. I’m chalking it up to divine intervention. Looking back, I realize that the guy to my right wanted to make a left turn, which was coming up much too fast. Unexpectedly, he darted left in front of me, and within a fraction of a second my body was taken over by a force that created the exact swerve and slowdown required to avoid him.

Oh my.

I know this astonishing phenomenon happens periodically for anybody who either drives or is a passenger, in a heavy, fast-moving, metallic vehicle. Usually, we just chalk it up to good luck, and go on our merry way.

But what if it’s not just “luck.”

Yes. Think about it. Why are there not way, way, WAY more car accidents?

 

On the theme of divine intervention, how’s this? Laura Bruno’s forecast for New Moon November 1, which features an exact Mars/Pluto opposition in Cancer/Capricorn only 19 days prior to when Pluto exits Capricorn for the final time for Aquarius, where it will remain until 2044. This David/Goliath opposition also happens on this first day of November’s New Moon to be configured into a harmonious grand trine/kite formation with mystical, compassionate Neptune and communicative Mercury!

Pluto has been in Capricorn in 2008, its death/rebirth wrecking ball aimed at outgrown, overweening and/or corrupt  institutions and traditions that needed it. We are about to complete the shift from the wreckage of top down control systems to, after a likely chaotic initiation, the utter equality of individuals. Which sounds good, until we recognize that Aquarius is an air sign, mental: “individualism,” which signals abstract networking and AI, will tend to complete the ongoing replacement of the micelial emotional intimacy needed for human nourishment best fostered by families in community. (Remember that? We’ve been eroding our complex, multifaceted human bonding, starting with fractured families, for decades now.)

With Pluto in Aquarius, who will we, as individuals, turn into? Transhumanist bots?

Furthermore, will IVF replace human pregnancy? If so, then what? Designer babies? Babies as commodities? Plus: How utterly will “growing” in a synthetic container differ from mysterious multidimensional symbiosis in a human mother’s body?

New Moon in Scorpio ~ November 1, 2024

I’m especially interested in Laura’s interpretation of the yod pointing to the Ascendant in the chart for Washington D.C.