POST-INTERVIEW: Who’s Playing Who?

February 12, 2024

 

This may be the single most interesting clip from the Tucker/Putin interview. Who knew? We Americans certainly did not. How did Putin know? He’s obviously signaling that he’s done his research on Tucker. That he has the goods on him? That though they were/are opponents, they were? are? in the same role on opposite sides in the same game?

I can only imagine what it took for Tucker to remain poker-faced during that extended moment . . . And how it woke us all up, with a start. HUH?

 

On the other hand, what if the entire interview was actually cgi? Andweknow thinks so, citing technicalities re: the lighting plus other oddities, like the fact that it appears that either Tucker knows the Russian language, or the set-up crew forgot to give him microphone/translator for his ear.

Who knows? We truly are living in an era when all that we know for sure is our own embodied experience. Oops! At least some of us. Unfortunately, most people are dissociated, infected with the mind/body split that Descartes identified way back in the 17th century.

Even for those of us who do live a truly embodied life (and it takes work! practice! can’t be taken for granted!), anything beyond right here and right now is weird, warping mind-stuff, up for grabs, and can be literally, anybody’s game within an endless set of larger concentric games.

Welcome to the Age of Aquarius!

Oh, and BTW: Mars, having reached 29° Capricorn, today slips into Aquarius, where it conjuncts Pluto, immediately.

I don’t know about you, but despite sensing I’m being played in ways I cannot fathom, this movie is utterly riveting.

 

Here we are, again, as usual; or it seems so . . .

February 11, 2024

If so, then why do I not F.E.A.R.? (False Evidence Appearing Real). I used to fear nuclear war. Indeed, my entire frozen existence since the age of two years and eight months, having suddenly awakened while listening to the radio on August 6, 1945,  was predicated on nuclear extinction any minute now.

What’s changed? Is it just that, at 81 years, if it hasn’t happened so far, why would it? And yet, and yet. This point in time does seem to be even more horrifically acrimonious and ignorant (thanks to the deep state overlording Biden puppet regime) than the burned-into-my-brain October 1962 Cuban missile crisis, when the U.S. actually had a living, thoughtful president!

Or is my “reason” for no longer fearing nuclear war much more mundane, namely: I’ve got so much life under my belt already that it really doesn’t matter to me whether I live or die? There may be something to that. But then, it’s not just me. I’m not that self-centered. At the very least, my heart goes out to my own children, and especially, my grandchildren, now in their early 20s, both of them unusually bright and thoughtful. Shall I fear for them?

NO. No to fear. Faith. Faith in divine inspiration. Faith in humanity. Faith in courageous beings like Tucker Carlson and those who buoy him up; faith in Donald Trump, and his extraordinary capacity to continuously boomerang arrows from all directions.

Faith in the trees, how they stand silent, strong, seeking the sun, roots penetrating soil, entwining underneath, linking above and below, each a vibrant earth antenna, spacious presence holding sacred the surround.

And stones, stones! How gravity holds them silent, gleaming, alone or jumbled, crumbling, cracking open, eroding into sand — through seasons, years, decades, centuries!

Faith in the faithful sun, shining from above.

Faith in the winking stars, the splash of the Milky Way.

Faith, thanks to taichi, in my own two feet, stable, steady, able to pivot on a dime.

Yes, faith. Faith in my animals, Tiger cat and Shadow dog, their natures ever-present, unwavering, cat teaching me independence and friendliness, self-sufficiency; dog teaching me unbending loyalty, mutual dependency. Both inviting me into their sensuous pleasure, holding me secure in our increasingly tumultuous human world.

And yet:

Faith in all-too-human strangers, daily, on morning walks with Shadow, as we pass each other by. “Hello!” we call out, or mutter shyly, eyes shining, soul to soul, lifting the heart. Each one (trying not to appear) lonely, longing . . . but for what, what?

Speaking of humans: I do sense that we awakening ones are “winning” this current climaxing battle between Good and Evil.

Though it may not be obvious yet.

But once it does become obvious,

all of a sudden the meaning of the image burned into our brains

will flip!

Nuclear destruction? No.

Nuclear explosion of human creativity.

Equally blinding, equally bright. Hallelujah!

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