Oh ye of Inner Turbulence, prepare to join the Chaos Club!

December 30, 2025

Are you experiencing memories of (shameful, guilty) difficulties in your life (bad decisions, thanks likely, to unresolved childhood wounding, that ignited endless trouble of one kind or another), difficulties which — you realize, but don’t want to admit, to yourself or to anyone else —  you yourself caused — erupting like Vesuvius from unconscious realms below?

And are you then tempted to project your (hopefully masked, you think) mental/emotional/spiritual eruptions into the external world — onto other people, situations, etc. etc.?

If so, if both the yucky, volatile, riddled-with-erupting memories and the nasty projections are true, for you, then, join the club!

And, I’d say, notice how social media (or: at least how “the algorithm” funnels X posts to me) is full of erupting fury — no longer just against the federal government (thanks to Elon’s DOGE), but likewise DOGE-like investigations into corrupted bureaucracies in Minnesota, Ohio, Washington, Idaho — where else? Likely all of the states. Likely, there’s corruption at the highest levels, at medium levels, at your local level, and even, in your own neighborhood, household, and yes, your very own SELF!

This is the time, this nasty, sunk-down-in wintertime when volatile, eruptive, long-cycled Uranus, is still crawling backwards through late Taurus — that stubborn, fixed earthen sign wants nothing more than to feel at ease, placid, steady, comfortable. . .

And yes, fractionalizing Uranus, while it manages to break up even long-standing internal denials and refusals, also happens to be sextiling (I.e., harmonizing with, 60° aspect) the weird, delusionary, but targeted, directed, dreamy Saturn/Neptune conjunction in late Pisces, an always uncomfortable conjunction (due to the opposing natures of each planet: strict, practical organized Saturn, with imaginative, dreamy, lost, organized, Neptune) which I have pointed to in these posts way too many times already, but which still holds us in its cloudy, watery, confusing, addiction-riddled mayhem. Addictions to not just substances, but to patterns of behavior. To patterns in thinking, feeling, etc. And, thanks to Uranus, to sudden breakup of those patterns.

(I think here of a local woman who, a few days ago, all of a sudden, thanks to two people who did not know each other calling her out one after another. Thanks to them both, and likely, the synchronicity involved, she actually woke up to the fact that for years, she has been going around the world angry. And when she woke up, her adult children told her, her eyes changed. All of a sudden, she is attractive — warm, engaging, undefended. Wow! I doubt she’ll be able to hold it; this change will likely come and go for awhile; but just the fact that she actually awakened to the nasty internal state she had been projecting for years out onto others who, then, thankfully, both finally got the nerve to tell her they felt like they had to walk on eggshells around her . . . And she did it, yes, she transformed, during this seemingly endlessly extended moment in clock time when transits of Uranus and Saturn/Neptune have configured into a sextile to now suddenly activate her own natal chart.)

In other words, Uranus stimulates the Saturn/Neptune conjunction. And the result, for anyone with a birth chart that resonates with their current positions (and that’s most of us; or rather, most people that I know, or notice, while passing by, either driving or walking), — all this confusing, yucky, angry morass  is what I am foolishly attempting to linguistically describe, or at least invoke, point to in this post.

I look out through bleary eyes into the dank foggy, seemingly dead muck of an Indiana winter, and yuck, what I see outside is what is INSIDE ME!

Mirror, mirror, on the wall . . .

And yet, and yet, and yet.

 

 

I can’t help but bring to mind the magnificent Fire Horse year that awaits us, starting February 17th  (through February 6, 2027), that extraordinary Chinese zodiac sign that occurs only every 60 years, and just happens this time, to ignite only three days prior to the exceedingly rare mind/heart/spirit boggling, 0° Aries eruption of Saturn/Neptune when they finally do leave Pisces, karma cleared (we hope), and ready for lift-off.

This is that year folks. The year of the courageous, outrageous, enthusiastic, daredevil, optimistic fiery steed.

2026 also just happens to be the 250th anniversary year of the U.S.A.

A year likely to begin chaotically, just as any birth announces itself, with nearly unbearable labor pains.

Center yourself, Ann.

Get prepared for whatever.

 

DENTRISTY: Another shibboleth trashed?

December 29, 2025

Well, here we are, another Monday in midwest winter “paradise.” With howling wind outside and much much colder temps. Yesterday and into the evening, and for the past few days, highs (and lows!) in the 50s. Thirty point drop overnight. Surprised? Welcome to weather wars, rendered especially acute during holiday travel times.

So yeah, I AM a conspiracy theorist. No question about it. I see and look for patterns; not so I can change anything on the outside, but so I can center myself on the inside, no matter what.

Looks like, though continued windy until tomorrow evening, it will climb ten degrees or so to mid 20s by late afternoon today, but . . . geez, no way can I postpone my usual (early morning) 4-mile walk. Or can I? Geez! What shall I do, run up and down the basement stairs a few times just to get the blood flowing, the usual manic nervous energy off?

I’m reminded of other daily routines that I personally, have very recently chosen, to change. And, I just now realized! — while immersed in the annual collective unconscious directive. YES. At the very end of 2025, when “New Years’ Resolutions” are traditionally made.

Here’s one: daily sipping of my specially made chai tea elixir all day long. Just carrying the cup with me from desk, to easy chair, back to desk, etc., all day along. Of course! Just like I notice in my walks around town, people clutching their phones, or their Starbucks cups. I’m reminded of babies sucking their thumbs, all of us babies, driven by unconscious trauma-bonded needs stemming from childhood or beyond, torquing our every thought and action. (See Saturn/Neptune in Pisces posts.)

And yet forced, at least some of us, likely most of us, to interrupt, or at least take notice of, and possibly wall off, or stop altogether (Saturn) comfort seeking addictions (Neptune) during this final turning back into Pisces before their exceedingly rare joint — hopefully directed (Saturn), because it’s either that, or the the failed attempt to wall off (Saturn) Aries, will necessitate explosion, chaos, as those who have been asleep or avoiding or ignoring  (Neptune) feel energetically these two planets ignite together at 0° Aries on February 20.

Instead of sipping all day long, I’m confining myself to drinking only at meal times. Why? My so-called “accidental” (synchronous) discovery, a few days ago, just after paying a $1700 dental bill, of youtube videos by  Dr. Ellie Phillips, DDS, 

Here’s another daily habit change, again, thanks to Dr. Ellie: I’ve ceased using (acidic!) lemon juice (and/or apple cider vinegar) in the early morning, plus asking for it every time I’m enjoying a meal out. Like on my Turkey Run retreat, a few days ago. So righteous, was my routine lemon/water request!

(And likely, so (Sagittarianly) righteous, will I one day view this new routine, just getting started, thanks to Dr. Ellie Phillips, DDS. Thus is the fate, for one who views her entire life as an experiment . . .)

Here I am, at 83 years old, obsessively focused for so many decades with bodily health to the point where I enjoy the kind of energy that most people don’t even have in their 40s  . . . BUT: and it’s an enormous but: while I rejected western allopathic medicine nearly half my lifetime ago, I made a single exception: my mouth! Instead, I was a good girl, a good girl, getting teeth cleaned every six months, or for a while there, every three months, brushing teeth and flossing at least twice a day, etc. Plus, over the decades, fillings, refillings, crowns, a root canal, etc. etc.

Whereas I had been practicing a permacultural approach in my own bodily life, I made an exception for the mouth! And not even noticing that I was doing so! (Saturn/Neptune!) Instead of seeing the mouth as its own multidimensional biome, with subtle and not so subtle tendrils reaching throughout the body, I saw the mouth in the usual allopathic, mechanical way, cleaning, scouring, replacing, crowning, filling; meanwhile, endlessly, gums continue to recede, and dental bills, the older I get (and no longer supported by even the tiny amount of insurance that Delta Dental used to give me), continue to rise.

So here we are: another shibboleth trashed at the very end of 2025.

My own personal story a fractal of, resonating with, that of the culture at large. Of course!

And what is very interesting to me: I can sense my body telling me Yes Yes YES! to my new focus on a permaculture way of managing dental health. Still learning. It will be a process.

Remember, Ann: the more powerful the transformation, the longer it takes to enact. While there may be sudden breakthroughs (my speciality), they both follow and precede daily, hourly, minute by minute, moment by moment, subtle glacial movements fueled by powerful decisions that resonate not only

throughout the body/mind/soul/spirit,

but radiate into the larger material/astral/energetic/spiritual surround —

— like blessings, or curses —

depending on one’s point of view,

— point-from-which-one- views —

itself determined by one’s relatively large or small,

frame, context, overton window —

3D?

5D?

Beyond?

 

At this point,

at 9:57 AM EST

on 12/29/25

it appears that

the entire

mysterious

continuously expanding?

omniverse

is up for grabs.