MEME STREAM: “Everything Everywhere All at Once” . . . or, The Great Awakening

October 4, 2024

Remember that 2022 movie, Everything Everywhere All At Once? I don’t. I do recall that I liked it, kinda . . . But the title? It blew me away, and still does. In fact more and more, in this onrushing continuous tsunami of bullshit rising up from below and smacking us in the face — to then lodge in the heart. Nauseating.

Everything everywhere all at once. This is exactly where we are at, as we head into Red October: Q predicted it: The Great Awakening, the storm Trump was likely always referring to when he called it, enigmatically. And I’m not speaking of Hurricane Helene, although I could be, given that it’s the most obviously egregious current and continuing drama that, a la Maui, once again features dead bodies, weather warfare, corporate land grabs, weird FEMA antics, and so on.

 

However, of course, a friend emails me that today NYT didn’t even mention Helene on its front page . . .

What? MSM corrupt? Out of touch? Part of the deep state apparatus now crumbling to dust?

As the saying goes: If you know, you know. 

So, meme time again.

 

Let’s start with and easy one, politics, lapping at the outer edge of the roaring river falling into the turbulent sea of remembering.  Reminds me: Remember the 1994 movie Dumb and Dumber? Hysterically funny. Watched it back then with my sons. (I don’t watch movies anymore, however. Too many possible pedos lurking in them all. Hmmm . . . Jim Carrey?)

 

Okay. On to deeper levels of “the swamp” that has turned into a ghastly sludgy snaking horror-show . . . How about religion? That seems to be on everybody’s mind these days. Especially Christianity. As if we could return to our Christian roots, all would be well. Oh would it? Remember corruption in the Vatican itself, puleeze. Remember pedophile priests, on and on.

To me, all religions are both designed to polarize as as part and parcel of whatever happened thousands of years ago (as documented in “the bible”) to make us think we’re supposed to adore, obey, cower before, make sacrifices to, one or another “god” or “gods.” (What Clif High identifies as “space aliens.”)  Yuck.

This next post is aligned with my own perspective. It’s not that I think we need to decide which god is the right one and then comply; it’s that we need to realize that god IS the universe. That the universe itself is alive, conscious, and divine. Period. Unfortunately, when humans began to use “words” to convey what was going on inside them, as if they referred to a reality outside them, the seemingly fatal separation began . . .

Animals don’t need words. They remain connected.

 

So, on to more mundane matters . . .

I, personally, woke up to MK Ultra in a big way when I happened to pick up  Cathy O’Brien’s astonishing 1995 memoir of an MK Ultra slave,  Trance Formation of America, back in the late ’90s. And then, it took me several years to actually absorb the book.  (“What? Sex trafficked to Hillary Clinton?!!” As a good Democrat, Hillary was my hero!)

So I have a smidgen of understanding of just how mind shattering it must be for those who are just now being roughly jolted awake by the onslaught of utterly vile, gross human behavior as documented on social media. Yes. I was an American, born in late 1942, as mind controlled as anyone. Utterly, and seemingly permanently, terrified of the future, ever since I woke up in August 1947, at two years of age, with the horror of Hiroshima.

“No longer capable of critical thinking . . .” The covid con proved nothing had changed. And, yes, zombification is still going on, as evidenced by the woke virus that has seemingly infected the whole of human society as a ongoing prelude to transhumanism.

Meanwhile, have you noticed how many (vaccine damaged) autistic kids are barely in their bodies: skinny, no energy, eat only pasta? And then there’s the opposite: the 73% of Americans who are either fat or worse, obese. WHAT? Big Ag, Big Pharma, Big Med, all love how their seriously addictive “foods” are ruining lives. (Can’t remember where I saw this, but apparently, re: the scientists who were employed by cigarette manufacturers to make ciggies addictive: once that monstrosity was exposed, they moved over to be employed by the “food” industry. Yep, to make food addicts of us all, hopefully, and thus ring in a continuous flow of moolah to the perps.)

Thank you RFK Jr. who has brought MAHA front and center!

 

Okay. About done. Just strutting all this stored desktop stuff out there, on the morning after another night when I barely slept, helps to calm my natally nervous system.

 

Now for my own serious addiction: to screens. In this, I’m just as zombified as anyone!

Thinking about another break, off to Canyon Inn with puppy Scampi for a night or two — to wander on wonder-filled forest paths and finish an extraordinary book that has me both riveted, and unable to finish, given the ubiquity of screens.

 

 

 

 

Astrologer Liv Woodford: “Libra Solar Eclipse in the Wake of Helene”

October 3, 2024

 

Yesterday’s solar eclipse in Libra is here interpreted in an entirely different manner than usual. Why? Because its author, astrologer Liv Woodford, is living through how relationship-oriented Libra is and is not working in the aftermath of Hurricane Helene. I, for one, found myself glued to the entire 18-minute read, all the way through, including both her “standard” solar eclipse in Libra interpretation and, in the end, her altered interpretation born of grueling experience that she and others are still, to this day, living through. (Hint: Rather than worrying about being too co-dependent, we need to re-member our mutual dependency!)

Thank you Amy, who sent it to me, and thanks to her astrologer friend, Liv Woodford, in the mountains of North Carolina, who detailed her own lived experience, and how it altered her understanding of what is desperately needed now in terms of coming into balance with Libra.

Her conclusion? We need to remember that we are living beings, here to connect with one another, in person, rather than more and more “remotely,” through technology. For when our devices go down, then what? Imagine, standing directly across from a neighbor who, normally, you might wave to politely on your way out of the house, and who now, you must depend on. As Liv discovered, our decades-long penchant for solipsistic solitude is abruptly — awkwardly at first, and then more and more naturally — bridged by our common need of each other in order to survive.

(And besides, I might add, it’s way more fun to live consciously, in community. Check out how Earthhaven, a nearby  intentional community, for example, has been able to immediately join forces to tackle the aftermath of the storm. Why? Because they are quite used to the supposedly antiquated idea of valuing personal relationships.)

 

Libra Solar Eclipse in the Wake of Helene

 

That final section begins:

I recommend you read through the entire post. Well worth your time.