College Protest psy-op? Kent State, here we come? THEN WHAT?

April 26, 2024

 

I don’t get it. The pro-Palestine college protests and encampments are spreading across this nation. Is this a gigantic, spreading psy-op, to bring people out in crowds, to be subjected to some kind of false flag “terrorist” (FBI?) attack that triggers . . . what? civil war? revolution? The final death of this nation that, it would turn out, did not make it all the way through to the resurrection phase of the first ever return of death/rebirth Pluto to its natal place in the U.S. chart of July 4, 1776?

If so, watch out.

This is serious and I need you to warn all of the parents who have kids at these protests to get their kids away from them and to stay far away from them.

This is why.

We have been warned that a similar attack here in the US that happened in Moscow is being planned. Where are…

— Wendy Patterson (@wendyp4545) April 26, 2024

Please read the entire post above. And note her final line: “They [the FBI] don’t show up without information that would lead them to believe that their presence was warranted.”

Not that I’m pro-Israel. In fact, check this out . . .

I’m not pro-Israel, nor am I pro-Palestine. I am not pro-any nation state that pretends it stands for, governs, has total control of sovereign humans who live there. People don’t start wars. Nation-states start wars. Sovereign individuals are capable of working out their differences, and usually do, until constant media propaganda to divide us from one another based on either faked history or some kind of (usually bodily) identity brainwashes us into oblivion.

College students, these days, are usually brainwashed. Indiana University, in my college town, is no exception. And it appears that the new president of this university continues to make herself very unwelcome.

https://www.idsnews.com/article/2024/04/policy-created-on-eve-of-protest-to-make-arrests

Margaret Menge, who lives in my neighborhood, has also published an article that offers much more perspective.

Here’s the email that got me going this morning.

Oh, and hey! Remember, it’s an election year. Time to pull out all the shenanigans. Assuming, that is, we will actually hold an election this year. See Pluto Return reference, above.

Question: Is it too late to actually start over as a nation? Or should we? Better to divide into smaller bioregions? Or, if we do start over with this Pluto Return, do enough people care enough to make it happen peacefully? Or is everybody distracted, mightily, by all that holds us spellbound in its manifold tentacles slowly squeezing the life out of humans everywhere.

But what is it that holds us spellbound?

Some kind of AI?

Or worse.

P.S. I notice that this post appears pessimistic.

Actually, in my daily life, in my “down to earth” locality, I am optimistic.

I aim to achieve neutrality, by noticing both my pessimism and my optimism, and not identifying with either one.

Still workin’ on it!

 

 

Example of My Daily Work as a CRONE

April 25, 2024

 

Yesterday, at our local food co-op, I decided to “work with” a clerk, an older man, probably in his late ’60s or early ’70s, who has been working there for the past several months. I have a sense that he doesn’t want to be working, but can’t avoid it. All the other clerks are as usual, friendly and helpful, but I have never seen him crack a smile, or even speak in anything but a low mutter, anytime I go through his line. Frankly, he seems depressed, and quite used to being depressed, cut off from those around him.

“Work with,” for me, means, first find something about a person’s appearance that I really appreciate and mention it. And there was one, his hair:  thick, greyish/brown. So I launched in.

“Did anyone ever tell you you have magnificent hair?” I said as I as busily arranged groceries in my backpack.

It was as if I had addressed him for the first time, or rather: as if I was the first person who had really addressed him, not just the role he was playing of a grocery clerk.

“I don’t remember,” he said, after a pause (to get his wits about him?).

“Well, you do. Magnificent! Many people your age don’t have any hair!”

“I know.” He replied, then: “It’s just hair.”

Okay, that was the extent of the exchange. But you know what? From that moment on, I could sense a spark of aliveness kindling within him, and reached out to me energetically, in a subtle fashion, as we completed our transaction.

That’s an example of my “work” these days, as a crone. Wherever I am, wherever I go, my intention is, with small, short encounters, to acknowledge and/or ignite aliveness in my fellow human beings.

Just passing another on the street is enough; we can greet each other, soul to soul, and often do. My direct gaze penetrates, activates, and the mutual frisson lifts both our hearts.

In my work as a Crone, my aim is homeopathic.