THIS DEMANDING MOMENT IN SPACE/TIME: Personal Shadow Work within Collective Shadow Work

February 26, 2026

Okay. Back to further exploration of the dark/light integration that demands our attention (Monday and Tuesday posts this week).

But first:

‘Twas fun to take a day off for fun and games with grok (see yesterday’s post), and BTW: hopefully showing that AI responds to our questions, our prompts. And, I discovered, not just about the 3D factual world. AI’s reach is (apparently?) expanding indefinitely, or is it infinitely?

Despite AI, despite left-brain AI capture (and enhancement), if we keep our right brain/heart connection open, then we are not only immune to the AI technocratic, transhuman takeover, we can actually play with AI, each of us, our imagination reaching further and further, deeper and deeper, into space/time, and perhaps even beyond space/time with our feral prompts. “The sky’s the limit!” No, not even that. Nothing, no thing or appearance of a thing or dimension within which that appearance appears, limits us, once we are AWAKE to our literally mind-boggling (left-brain boggling) potential.

 

More on Dark/Light, via Epstein Files Disclosure:

You might want to absorb Charles Eisenstein’s new substack essay, as he is very gifted in contextualizing, both in time and space, what we are currently engaged in as a species. His focus is on the collective shadow, and how we all participate.

From Depravity to Redemption

 

And then, if you want to really know the truth, the big truth, the truth that pulsates through all of creation, read this. Read the entire post. Here’s how it begins:

 

Yes. The universal life force IS our personal shadow. The life force has been locked within our personal shadow that we are too afraid to see and thereby activate; that we keep buried, hopefully, so that we won’t discover we are as bad as we fear we are, won’t be subject to disapproval from others . . .

NO. Only as we face and embrace the shadow, does it erase, dissolve into the prime mover, the God that powers this universe. This is true on both personal and collective levels.

Here’s a personal story that illustrates my own early confrontation with the shadow within myself, via foolishly whisking myself into relationship with a supposedly “evil” man. And yet I honor Phil now, extremely grateful for his soul’s extraordinary offering via our year-long interpersonal drama on planet earth.

LIGHT & SHADOW_ Pluto and Persephone

 

 

My playful personal SOTU aftermath with GROK

February 25, 2026

Darn! Was going to watch the SOTU, but fell asleep even before it began. And now I hear it was 1 hour and 18 minutes long . . .

So, early this morning I went on X and saw this already viral clip which has already been turned into hilarious memes:

And this reminded me of the astro chart I put up yesterday for the SOTU, which had almost all the planets on the right side of the chart! Wow. So the response (right side) will be what’s important, not the action (left side) itself?? I wondered how that would manifest. Well, now we know. Plus: Expansive, over-the-top Jupiter in home-loving Cancer at the Midheaven. Makes sense, eh?

Rather than trying to find a site where I could watch the entire SOTU myself this morning — or, to save time, an accurate transcript — I decided off the cuff to ask grok this question:

What are the most important points made at SOTU and why and how. Antecedents and consequences of each one.

 

Well, well, did I get an eyeful. Took many many seconds to respond, consulted what was it, 35 sources? and was so detailed that my eyes glazed over almost immediately. (Hmmm. . . am I just not cut out for life in a body on planet earth in this intensely complex, complicated, maze-like and fast running seemingly nowhere civilization?)

I kept going with grok. Here’s a question my son Colin asked when he was three years old: “Which is more real, my dreams or yesterday?”

To which I had responded, thrilled with this youngster’s questing mind: “Wow, what a great question!”

Colin’s question ended up being my final response when defending my 1972 doctoral dissertation in philosophy.

One of the encircled academics had asked me, “Okay, so you say ‘there’s a fine line between fiction and fact.’ Give us an example.” So I did. And three-year-old Colin’s question made the room go suddenly, and utterly silent. For many agonizing seconds. Until one of them finally rousted himself enough to tell me to go into the next room while they decided my fate.

So. Early this morning, in a playful mood, I asked grok that same question:

Which is more real, my dreams or yesterday?

 

Which elicited a response that to me, is infinitely more interesting than the “factual” question about what happened at the SOTU last night — though I have yet to pursue it either.

I was on a roll.

Decided to ask next, “What is a number?” This is the question I had asked in first grade: “But . . . what is a number?” genuinely perplexed, and ashamed of my befuddlement. Instead of responding to the depth of this question, Sister Bernita shut me down. ‘Twas as if I had been MK Ultra altered. A PTSD that lasted for many many years! Poor Sister Bernita!  Dumbfounded, not knowing what else to say, she had turned from the blackboard to remark, after staring at me for many seconds as my face turned red . . . not realizing, that she was thereby shutting off my right brain, my questing self, open to the infinite: “That is not a question, dear.”

Okay, as I said, this morning I was on a roll. Asked that question of grok.

What is a number?

 

And of course, got another long-winded AI response that is deeply interesting to one such as me, though again, I have yet to pursue it.

Finally, I followed that question with this one:

What is not a question?

 

Well, you can imagine what fun I had asking that one. Again, a very long response, after many seconds of “thinking” and gobs of “sources.” Again, I have yet to pursue it. But here’s from the final paragraphs:

3. The philosophical/non-dual punchline (my favorite for this sequence we’ve been on)

In the spirit of your earlier questions (“What is a number?”, “Which is more real, my dreams or yesterday?”), both of which dissolve ordinary categories — this one dissolves the category of “question” itself.

Ultimately nothing is truly a question, because:

• Every “question is already answered the instant consciousness notices it (the noticing is the resolution).

• Or: in pure awareness there is no asker, no asked, no gap to bridge , therefore no question exists at all.

• The appearance of questioning is just mind playing hide-and-seek with itself. So what is not a question? Everything (and nothing, but mostly everything pretending otherwise.)

   

Yeah folks. Welcome to Saturn/Neptune entering Aries. The zero point. Brand new beginning. Starting over. Reset even your overworked brain to zero.

Oh wow. I should ask grok, “What is zero?” A question that frankly, has always fascinated one such as myself, who has Neptune at the Midheaven of her natal chart (Dec 19 1942, 8:02 AM, San Antonio TX), raining on everything else, and just now (for the one and only time, at 83) being opposed by transit Saturn and Neptune opposite, at the root. Yeah, dig down, dig down . . . what’s underneath? What holds it all up? Nothing! Nothing? No thing?

Aaah, not today.

 

Want more? Here’s an interesting X post that echoes my own peregrinations, though not so meta-physically.

The Five Low-Bearing Pillars Holding the Illusion Up