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Crotchety Crone Looks Up . . .

July 7, 2026

. . . and sees, half-way through my 3-4 mile morning walk, at about 8:45, dripping, spreading, criss-crossing chemtrails.

And yes, the sight disturbed me. How could it not, given what I (think I) know? When we began our walk, at about 8:15, the sky was clear blue (though, had I looked carefully, I would have seen spidery remains of still visible very early morning chemtrails.)

I’m used to this, of course. All of us are used to these kinds of chemical assaults in air, water, food, soil, contaminating all of life on this most sacred planet.

And that’s not even to mention processed food, processed perceptions, processed (MK Ultra altered) “opinions.”

Here’s another shot, showing especially the chemtrail haze. I took both these photos after I got back from my walk. Ran outside to get them. Not to worry, the darkness in the top section of this one is my thumb . . .

Okay. So where am I in my crotchety status? How shall I respond, rather than react, this time, to the chemtrails? In my little world, very few people are interested in looking up. As an astrologer, of course, I’ve been “looking up” for decades! Looking up, especially at night to note the earth as centered within the solar system and winking stars beyond, reverberating with the whole of not just nature on earth, but with the mysterious inhabitants of the sky.

As a kid, I remember one afternoon lying down in the grass and gazing into infinity, wondering what’s beyond, is there an end to the sky? When all of a sudden, coursing through heart and soul, an intense gratitude that the sky was blue, when it could have been any other color! No. It was blue! Clear, beautiful BLUE. My favorite color, by far. It’s calming effect helped me let go, if briefly, of my PTSD’ed, war-baby (WWII) self.

What’s the experience of today’s children? How often are skies really, truly BLUE?

And that’s not even to mention our “visitors from above” (or “below,” in tunnels, DUMBS; or “within” various dimensions). We used to call them ETs, and it was just us weirdos who frequented UFO conferences. Looking back, I’d say we attendees were being freshly MK Ultra-ed ourselves, to believe in various contradictory theories, perspectives; this, made possible by our egocentric pride in having opened to the larger universe.

And then of course, there’s the usual question: good or bad???

Are ETs here to help us, join us, or are they here to harm us, harvest us. If the former, there are still plenty of “channels” around that will tell us about the benefits of listening to their “wisdom.” If the latter, well, then, likely all part of the F.E.A.R (False Evidence Appearing Real) porn, designed to freak us out, corral us into the technocratic New World Order while increasing the revenues of the MIC (Military Industrial Complex), as we prepare to fight, fight, fight!

Or of course, we might ask, Is life beyond earth just like life on earth, with both positive and negative ETs? But what’s positive for one being may be negative for another! For example, those ETs who supposedly want to harvest us? Just like we harvest cattle? Think about that. The universe is full of beings eating each other for sustenance!

Or maybe they just want to harvest our “loosh”? (Look it up.)

The relevant vocabulary has increased in especially the last few years: NHI, ultraterrestrials, aliens, space beings, etc. with these beings taking many forms: hybrid humans, plasma beings, reptilians morphing in and out of human form . . . on and on.

Meanwhile, I stand here, in my 84th year, capturing chemtrails as usual. Still wondering who flies those planes, and for whom? I mean, of course I know: the Deep State, a phrase which came into the vernacular in 2016, thanks to Trump, from a 2014 book by Peter Dale Scott called American Deep State.

But what does Deep State talk mean here, specifically.

If you want to get up to speed, watch Dane Wigington’s THE DIMMING, which he released in 2021.

Confessions of a Crotchety Crone

July 6, 2026

It appears that we’re “out of the woods.” By which I mean, Mars has successfully crossed Uranus without any new wars breaking out, at least in — hmmm. . . I was tempted to say my local area . . .

. . . but then realized I have no idea what’s “really” going on even here in my own neighborhood, given that every facet of 3D materialistic “reality,” large or small, vast or too tiny to actually perceive “directly” with no (obvious) filters with one’s five external senses, seems to have been morphing, dissolving, disappearing, thanks to internet, AI, screens of all kinds, and other fakery.

Which is now being exposed, or sorta, kinda. Cf. the “congressional hearings” on MK ULTRA.

Of course the notion of a congressional hearing is itself a structural frame/process that belongs to the old 3D world of institutions, forms, frames to direct human energy of all kinds, originally meant to be more or less “permanent,” or at least to last for a “long” “time.” And then for us to congratulate ourselves when we reach a certain temporal marker re: any of these frames. E.g. the 3D space/time configuration we “celebrated” during the just-passed “250th anniversary of the U.S.  Declaration of Independence.”

And that’s not even to address specifically human fakery, also rampant. Whatever happened to “authentic connections?” The word “performative,” which I only noticed in common use recently, is one linguistic indicator of the rampant role-playing that has pervaded this culture; since when, forever? I first noticed it when I supposedly turned into a “wife,” for the first time, back in 1963.

An obviously narcissistic image comes to mind: of a young woman walking down the street, holding her phone in front of her face as she walks, so as to “capture” — for herself? For men? other young women? for “social media,” who knows? In any case, performative has replaced personal, fleeting attention has replaced genuine connection.

This is a crone in her 84th year speaking; keep that in mind! The older I get I do seem to be getting more crotchety. The fact that I am only rarely pleased about something I notice in the 3D world is something I’m not pleased about. That’s for sure! My prevailing mood is less than desirable; put it that way.

Okay. But it helps to write it out. As it always did for me. I seem to be driven to share my personal experience with the larger world, something I have done forever, in one way or another. The essays I wrote beginning especially in 1986 when I got my first computer, so that the keyboard could keep up with electrically flowing ideas (Uranus in Gemini opposite Mars in Sagittarius!). These essays and e-book essay collections are gradually being transferred to my literary archive, tendrepress.com. They nearly always reflect on the larger meaning of personal experience, contextualized into larger and larger impersonal cycles of one kind or another. That’s how I was made, apparently; and some would say, including myself: that’s why my soul chose to embody itself on a specific date, time, and place: December 19, 1942, at 8:02 AM, in San Antonio, TX. (Astrologers, see chart here.)

To me, the most important learning from my study of and practice of astrology especially (seeing it as one way of symbolizing the the multidimensional frame/process that seems to govern our lives), has been transform my understanding of linear time and space, into continuously, ever-increasing looping, cycles within cycles within cycles. . . Time and space are curved; together they curl, spiral, the way nature does. No “straight lines” in nature! WE are the ones who create straight lines; WE are the ones who have constructed this four-square “reality.”

Nothing on a 3D “causal” level holds my interest in the face of awareness of continuous synchronistic resonance. As I used to tell clients, and still tell those when they come to me for advice: Follow your own unique path. Do not worry about what anyone else thinks of you. Just be yourself, fully. The universe will thank you for it.

Even better: follow your nature, and nature will take care of you. 

Yes: follow my own natural path too, no matter how increasingly weird, lit by ever-arising synchronicities winking in and out like fireflies.