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Ann Kreilkamp / Ph.D. 83

Astrologer, published author, conference presenter, world traveler, founder & editor of Crone Chronicles: A Journal of Conscious Aging (1989-2001) , and founding visionary of Green Acres Permaculture Village (2010 to present).

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MEMEri-z-ING: Ready? Get set! Go Go GO!!!

June 18, 2024

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Back in 1985, I wrote a book detailing moment to moment changes during my first 30 years, and titled it “A Soul’s Journey.” Wanted to wait until my teacher died before getting it out there. He died over a year ago, so it’s about time. Main theme? Plato’s Cave. For it really did feel as if, at 26, after a long, slow climb up, I had actually escaped our cultural cave, with its shadowy, mesmerizing, matrix walls — into the light of the Sun.

And then, of course, how to return to the Cave and let other people know?

(At first I was lonely . . .)

I’m still working on conscious communication of communion.

And no wonder.

 

Though I don’t pay attention to MSM any longer (dropped print subscription to the NYT in 2011 and turned to the internet, right before I began the exopermaculture.com blog (2011-2021)), I do still tend to get caught up in the passing show.

And wow, though every year since has felt more and more weird, this one, 2024, about takes the cake, don’tcha think? I remember back during the first Cuban missile crisis, November 1962. We all recognized that this was an incredible moment of truth: either extinction or survival, which, thanks to both Kennedy and Khruschev, turned out to be the latter.

History repeats itself. The first time as Tragedy, the second time as Farce. — Karl Marx

Yes, this time (given all that has gone on since, and besides, it might just be another F.E.A.R. (False Evidence Appearing Real) promoting psy-op; but if so, why and by whom? White Hats? Black Hats?), we’re so desensitized as to be utterly nonchalant.

Besides, it puts all man-made “laws and orders” in perspective, don’t it?

But geez! we’ve watched the horrific black hole of bribery and blackmail, especially regarding pedophilia, child trafficking and ritualized murder, plus adrenochrome finally, FINALLY hit the mainstream. Or well, sort of. Enough to grok this meme.

But what can I do about it? Please, please?

How an I, an 81-year-old hippie crone, contribute to Q’s much vaunted (and despised) Great Awakening? Oh wait. Were those 4 year of 5000 enigmatic “dropss” all just a sophisticated psy-op, to build up hopium to the point, where we just sit on our couches, with popcorn, awaiting the Trumpian savior?

Oh, to hell with it.

 

But what I CAN do . . . start right here, at home. Inside.

And yeah, when I move, I do so daily, outside. IN THE NATURAL WORLD.

Yep, outside Plato’s cave; bathed in sunlight, along with all the other plants, animals, trees, rocks, clouds; all, all of them alive, conscious conduits for the LOVE that courses through.

Me. Sovereign Soul at One with All.

FREE.

Eleutherna + mania. Hmmm.

I remember visiting the then-half-excavated village of Eleutherna, on Crete, back in 1990. The place thrilled me, moved through my body like a memory storm. Totally entranced. How can an intense desire for free, unique, personal expression of the sovereign self actually be considered a mania!

Who says?

Nope. Not buying it.

Besides . . .

Am I all alone?

NO. All-ONE

 

Little Shadow Interweaves His Larger Life with My Own

June 17, 2024

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I write this on the two week anniversary of little Shadow’s death, on June 4, 2024. See previous posts, June 4, 5, 6, 7 and yesterday!

About three days after he died, I was listening to a podcast from a person who does animal communication. She says that, unlike us, our animals do not grieve when they die. (I had never even asked that question! Either I’m totally self-absorbed, or, a part of me knows). She went on to say that what grieves is the body. That made total sense to me. Little Shadow had threaded his embodied life into my own, on a daily, intimate, minute by minute basis. He always sensed my moods; and moved to comfort me if needed.

This woman also said that our deceased animals may communicate with us after death, just like our human partners and other dear ones do. And I’ve certainly had that experience! See This Vast Being: A Voyage through Grief and Exaltation. (I have copies here, if you’re interested.)

The next morning, as I awakened, I distinctly heard the door being scratched down low, just the way he would do it. I knew he wouldn’t be there if I opened the door; I also knew that he had sent me that message.

Here are two twitter offerings that speak to this subject of grieving.

 

And here’s an excerpt from a very early post on exopermaculture.com . . .

 

On Shadows, both real and even more real.

I wanted to give you an update for today, a day when puppy Shadow and I headed into the woods of InDiana, above nearby Griffy Lake. Shadow’s name of course, is very meaningful; he dogs me like my own shadow does, to the point where I sometimes trip over him; his hairy muscled body and faintly bad breath gunk me up sometimes, just like my own shadow does, gunking up both the bathroom and my own body.

Here he is, barely visible, like shadows normally are. Check for the bit of blue, center left, that’s his leash. Follow it to the left end of the log, where Shadow is in shadow.

shadow in shadow of log

See him? I admit, I can barely see him, I just know he’s there. Kind of like my own shadow. Most people don’t see it, unless I show them, but for me, it looms large.

For you, here’s Shadow, alert and illuminated, a bit further along the trail.

shadow in light

How’s this, for truth? C.G. Jung:

“Everyone carries a shadow, and the less it is embodied in the individual’s conscious life, the blacker and denser it is. If an inferiority is conscious, one always has a chance to correct it. Furthermore, it is constantly in contact with other interests, so that it is continually subjected to modifications. But if it is repressed and isolated from consciousness, it never gets corrected.”

I’ve been talking about the shadow as projected into the body, or the environment; Jung puts his finger on the spiritual/mental/emotional shadows that accompany them, and are perhaps their source. As the Buddha says, what we hate and what we love (read: “are attached to), both aversion and desire, are the sources of suffering.

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”And you? My teacher looked up, his left eyebrow arched, pencil poised. 'I want to do a paper on the concept of time.’” I mumbled, timidly. 'Time?' He sniffed. “I wouldn’t touch the subject. Too difficult.” — AK, 1967
“The longer we live, the larger, the richer the background against which all future experiences take place, and the more complex and subtle our understanding of our own past.” — AK, 1986, A Soul’s Journey
“To me, the most interesting question about human memory is why only certain events, rather than others, carry a charge. Where does the charge come from?” — AK, 1986, A Soul’s Journey
“At a party, many decades ago, a man whom I had just met burst out, in a tone of wonder: ‘You are the first continuously splitting schizophrenic I’ve ever met!’ I bowed low and responded, ‘Thank you!’”
”And you? My teacher looked up, his left eyebrow arched, pencil poised. 'I want to do a paper on the concept of time.’” I mumbled, timidly. 'Time?' He sniffed. “I wouldn’t touch the subject. Too difficult.” — AK, 1967
Ann Kreilkamp

Ann Kreilkamp

Ph.D. 83

Astrologer, published author, conference presenter, world traveler, founder & editor of Crone Chronicles: A Journal of Conscious Aging (1989-2001) , and founding visionary of Green Acres Permaculture Village (2010 to present).