Meeting Sekhmet, again.

October 30, 2025

Note: technical issues kept me from posting yesterday. So I plan to post twice today, and once tomorrow, before taking my three days off per week.

 

When I came across a post on X about Sekhmet (see below), I was instantly looped back into memory.

Memory of my own uncanny visitation with the same Sekhmet statute.

And yet, when I read back through this 1997 essay on my experience of meeting Sekhmet,

Meeting Sekhmet

 

I discover that I did not actually state the strong telepathic communication I received from her. Huh?

I distinctly remember a strong internal voice (not my own), in that tiny stone room, facing the stone goddess, announcing, definitively:

“Who do you think you are?

War is MY problem.” 

In other words, not the problem of this puny little human.

The reason I post this now is because it resonates with that post on X that I saw a few days ago.

And a more immediate reason I think back on it now is because a dear  woman in her 40s whom I know well, and who is constantly terrified that war is going to rain down upon us all, asked me, two days ago, why “war” no longer bothers me. Or I should say, why I no longer take it to be MY personal problem, what I personally must address.

Rather, I pay close attention to my own fiery nature, which, if I’m not aware, can degenerate instantly into a fighting posture. As it did, back in the 1980s, when I finally recognized that I had turned into a “violent peace activist” and stopped, instantly, retreating to my yurt in the Tetons and initiating what became a seven-year dialogue/rumination/resonance with Orphan Annie, to uncover and release the (often projected) violence in my own psyche.

Yes, this X post on Sekhmet reminded me of that long ago essay, which (except for the quote above!) detailed my slowly dying/death/rebirth experience during a 1992 trip to Egypt in this life. It is an experience that rings a loud bell in memory whenever I think of it, because it was that trip that shifted me from FEAR into LOVE. Not automatically, and not all at once. But, following work with Orphan Annie, it was the ignition point.

Unlike most people, or perhaps like most people, the fear of nuclear war sits below active awareness always, the feverishly imagined hell with burning bodies that I was taught as a Catholic child to fear (in order to keep me following the rules) that got mirrored exactly in August 6, 1945, with the Hiroshima “demonstration.”

And yet, I’ve not identified with this fear for over 30 years now. Instead, in the meantime, I’ve learned to play with an expanded awareness, or, I should say, a 5D awareness that includes the fears of 3D awareness without identifying with them.

Not surprisingly, I’m certainly not the only one who has experienced the Sekhmet temple at Karnak in an utterly uncanny manner. 

Is the US about to experience its own (version of) “Hunger Games”?

October 28, 2025

Yesterday, as I was thinking about personal implications of the fact that November 1 may signal the day to live on in infamy, meaning the day food stamps are no longer available for one in eight people living in the United States, I went into alert mode: “When shopping for groceries, should I always go with another person?”

(Why? In case hungry souls, even desperately hungry souls with starving children, are outside, waiting to grab my food.)

This selfish, and yet, thoroughly understandable attitude, I’m sure, is shared, at least on an unconscious level, by the 87.7% of people in the United States who do not depend on food stamps.

So yes, the past few days I’ve been pondering what may be a stand-off, by the U.S. Congress, as they lie in wait for . . . for what?

For the collective fear to spark civil unrest and more on November 1 if one of our two basic bodily needs, for food and shelter, is in fact denied? Denied by the federal government? I imagine plenty of Democrats (and covertly, RINO Republications) would welcome this, so that they, of course, can “blame Trump.”

Here is where I feel it becomes very obvious that depending on the centralized federal government for any of our human needs is exposed as tyranny.

 

We humans need to return home, return to our roots, and especially in the realm of growing and sharing food with neighbors and those in need.

I’ve been all too aware of this obvious fact for decades, and view decentralization, localization, as key to solving most of the issues that have spun out of control with the obese, constantly expanding federal government.

And of course it continues to expand. That’s the nature of hierarchical human organizations. At any level, people within it seek to climb the ladder, and they do so by creating more programs that hire more people! So no blame: the geometry of the situation is the issue.

In America, after nearly 200 years of cancerous growth, DOGE started the rollback. And of course, human suffering cannot help but attend the sometimes ruthless shakedown/takedown of people’s jobs that depend in any way, upon the now shrinking federal government. As the DOGE shakedown continues, it expands to include other jobs within our densely interconnected human web. Truckers, farmers, post office workers, small stores, national parks, etc. etc., all suffer.

 

My own efforts to demonstrate a transformational template for human flourishing in a typical suburban neighborhood have been ongoing for nearly 20 years, starting with buying the house next door (using inheritance from father) and converting its huge side yard into a community garden. At this point, Green Acres Village inside Green Acres Neighborhood includes three homes (the third one I bought eight years ago, using inheritance from mother, and then sold a year ago to Elisha, a community member for many years who then outed herself as an extraordinary garden manager!); so three homes, plus attendant gardens, greenhouse, a common patio for gatherings, and so on.

At this point, Green Acres Permaculture Village is known across Bloomington as a tiny paradise inside Green Acres Neighborhood, attracting visitors from far and wide, with especially its gardens as The Great Attractor. Our bi-weekly Community Dinners are open to all, and include, for newcomers, “the tour,” hoping to inspire others to follow our example, both in Bloomington and beyond. Just imagine: suburbs all over America transforming into food-growing/sharing villages! Why not? What’s stopping us, except for a lack of will and imagination?

See my blog on greenacresvillage.org.

For example this recent post. 50 POUNDS OF PEPPERS, so far, from only 15 plants!

 

Meanwhile, what this federal standoff has done is expose all sorts of malfeasance, including people “who have no memory of ever paying for food.”

Some who are on food stamps shell out money to get their nails done and other luxuries, or, they actually use their EBT cards to pay for getting nails done! That is no longer allowed. Boo hoo!

Moreover, supposedly 54% of immigrants depend on at least one welfare program. Does that count include illegals? I saw somewhere else, can’t remember where, that only 18% of people receiving food stamps are actually American citizens.

And how’s this for interesting:

And guess what? Walmart depends on its employees being  on food stamps.

Some people who get food stamps then trade part of what they get for drugs, on and on. It’s one big hand-out to not just people who truly need it for a certain amount of time, but for all those who desire not to work for their own sustenance on this planet, but instead to rip off U.S. taxpayers to pay for their scam forever.

How’s this for disgusting?

Lots of tiktokers weighing in now; lots who realize that others are too lazy to contribute and so depend on the federal government to keep them alive and parasitic. Here’s a great takedown of lazy folks.

Doomers Michael Snyder and Mike Adams both see the same scenario I’m trying hard not to see.

Meanwhile:

Practical advice.

Low cost alternatives.

And meanwhile, locally, thanks to Danielle West on facebook:

In sum:

Let’s face it.