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).
March 11, 2024, 4th anniversary of the day that perhaps most destructive global psy-op ever designed to not only take over the world, but to kill off, maim, mind-control, and otherwise indoctrinate and dumb down humans into F.E.A.R (False Evidence Appearing Real) was inaugurated, via “lockdown” and “social distancing,” for (they assured us) only two weeks. Yeah. Remember that?
How are we today? Who are we today?
When, back then, did you begin to realize that you’d been had? Or did you? Was it before or after you allowed the first jab, or the second, or the first booster, the second, etc. How many of your friends and family have died? Do you and/or your friends/family suffer from immune deficiency, have heart and other drastic problems, get sick, over and over again, “with covid, and thank goodness I got my shots, or it would be much worse!” Yep. That.
Back in March 2020 (actually earlier, like when Saturn conjuncted Pluto in January 2020, and even before that, the Bill Gates pandemic exercise in October 2019), it took me all of two seconds to figure it out. To know that what I saw ahead, a global Covid psy-op, had arrived. Was now officially rolled-out for public consumption. This “pandemic news” meant that my housemates, some of my Green Acres mates, most of my friends and family, were suddenly gone, disappeared! — a rift, wider than the Grand Canyon, opening between us. Me on one side, sensing “covid” as just another flu, then morphing one year later into “anti-vaxxer,” versus them, the majority, whose fear of their own bodies (i.e., ultimately fear of death) and natural empathy for others was weaponized to the point where they submitted to the fake PCR test regularly, obeyed that and other dictats “for others,” and besides, the jab is “safe and effective.”
So there I was, on one side of the yawning canyon, mostly alone, looking across, wondering how to reconnect. But then I figured it out. Figured out a way to re-engage with (most of) them, and that is to “stay with what we have in common.”
In other words, stay with the here and now. What engages us as real, living persons, face to face and in community.
Oh yeah, those who piously wore masks, and some still do, showed me right away the state of their minds. (Gone.) No sense even bothering with them, when F.E.A.R. has been disguised as political correctness. Yuck.
It interested me (and still does), that what we now call the deep state could count on especially the “highly educated” to go along with the nefarious plan. One more proof that today’s “education” has devolved into indoctrination. No longer are students taught to get and keep their own minds, continuously opening to wider and wider perspectives. Instead they are encouraged to seek and then get stuck in “certain beliefs” that automatically divide them against others. Yes. What we awake ones now call the sheeple are taught (without realizing it) how to lock their minds down, so that when fully “educated,” they see the world through a single itsy-bitsy (usually scientistic) peep hole.
Oh wow. Then there’s the woke phenomenon. DEI, CRT, LGBTQ+ . . .
Yep.
IDEOLOGY CANCELS BIOLOGY.
WHAT?!?
Is it too late? Or can humanity course-correct. All bets are off.
I just posted these two posts on caring bridge, and consider them both utterly remarkable.
Yesterday I promised to tell a deeper version of the Tale of the $5 bill (see post from March 9) . Here it is.
The set-up: When I went to see Colin yesterday morning, I brought my ipad along so I could read him the post I put up on Friday, after he called to tell me what happened when he went back for his three month check up with the kidney doc. At first he demurred, didn’t really want or need to see it (he never looks at these posts), until I suggested he would really enjoy it.
I told him I had also emailed the post to Megan, along with a big “THANK YOU!” And, then read him her response to me, which I told him, I was going to include in the next caring bridge post. here it is:
“You both are so welcome. I’m glad to see the bet paid off! And Colin will frame it, that’s great, and a reminder that healing is always possible.
FYI I don’t claim to have powers. His body wanted to get better, I just knew to talk to it and help it get where it needed to go.”
Instantly Colin begged to differ with her assessment, or maybe I should say, he wanted to detail what she actually meant by “His body wanted to get better,” etc.
He told me that when he spoke with the kidney doc at his first session with him three months ago, this is what he actually told the doc–this amazing Tale of what Megan did for his kidneys:
To quote and paraphrase Colin, from my ipad notes:
From her beginning as a massage therapist, over the past 18 years or so my cousin Megan has evolved into a holistic healer, having studied with a medicine man in Mexico and a number of shamans in Central America.
When she walked in that evening to see me in the Indy hospital, they had told me that the left kidney was totally dead and the right kidney only barely functioning. Which is why they were going to continue the dialysis sessions which were so horrifically painful that I didn’t feel I could survive another one.
Megan told me that when my aorta burst open, both kidneys had closed down like fists, to protect themselves.
So, she said, “I’m going to ask them to open up, because without opening, they can’t function.”
Megan then placed one hand over the right kidney and one hand under it — and it opened immediately.
“Did you feel that?”
“Yes!”
She then put hands below and above the left kidney and it too opened immediately, though I didn’t feel it as much.
Then she said, “We’re going to ask them to bring blood back in, one kidney at a time,” and I felt that.
I absolutely felt the warmth come back into the right kidney; I hadn’t recognized that it was cold before, until I felt the blood come back in. Again, not as much feeling during blood flow into left kidney.
(In other words, she was was able to revive the left kidney, so no longer “dead,” but it doesn’t work as well as the right kidney.)
Then she said, “We’re going to ask each kidney to find a comfortable place, to settle in, so they can start working again.” That the kidney “makes a subtle fluttering motion, like ‘the queen’s wave,’ every seven seconds.”
I didn’t feel them finding the comfortable place, to settle in, but she told me they did and I trust her.
She worked on my kidneys, above and below, three nights in a row. Either on the third night or next time she visited, when working on the right kidney, she told me she “just got a download, the kidney’s operating instructions, appearing like a very intricate round mandala.” She told me that “until this happens, the kidney is still in jeopardy.”
Colin: “The look on her face when the mandala came in was what gave me the confidence to make the $5 bet. Because 100% I know and believed in her amazed healing abilities. I KNEW that the kidneys would recover. So the $5 bet was easy for me…’
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Colin actually told this astonishing story to the kidney doc during that first visit.
And yep. “The doc looked at me like I was sucking on a lemon.”
So then, this past Friday, when the same doc walked in with a crisp $5 bill, he said, “Not only did you win the bet, you trounced me.”
Colin: “We need both modalities, western medicine and holistic healing. Without both my surgeon’s immense skill and Megan’s subtle ministrations I wouldn’t have survived.”
Me: Not to mention all the prayers, energy and reiki that have flowed his way from many many other friends, healers, and family members as well!
And see next post . . .
Journal entry by Ann Kreilkamp —
See last post . . . Then:
When I emailed Megan asking permission to publish the details of her healing process with Colin, she gave it.
Me: That doc must have gone thru a profound process!
When I first visited you in the hospital a month after your trauma, Colin, I’m certain you were on a lot of drugs, but even in that state you kept mentioning these geometric patterns you were seeing when you closed your eyes. Do you remember that? They kept coming, one shape after another, getting bigger, and you were just rolling with it. You asked, what is that? What should I do with that? I checked in on it and felt they were actually a form of help being sent to you by your healing team in spirit. (You know who those guys are, they have worked with you on your inventions!) I sensed that the mandalas were instructions, each one carrying codes of light and frequencies of information for how your body can move forward from this. Does this ring a bell? So it was no surprise when later, I was able to spend three nights in a row working on you, and I felt your kidneys unfurl into their relaxed position and self adjust to be right where they wanted for blood flow, and then you downloaded yet another mandala into them… I knew at that point those organs would have the instructions they needed to move forward.
I am so glad you are on your way, Cuz. And I’m thrilled the organs have come back to such high functioning!!
”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
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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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