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).
This, front page today’s “local” newspaper. I notice now that the photo was taken in November 2021. So maybe the bullshit hasn’t started yet? The little girl is right to have her brow furrowed, her body leaning away from the jab.
And covidiana is just one teensy weensy example of the bullshit we now, beyond any doubt, know we are facing. The good news? The bad guys aren’t creative. They just keep trying the same old tricks over and over again. And we’re on to them. This time with help, from both our technology and our own zany humor.
Just remember.
Re-member! We are putting ourselves back together again as we let go of what we never did need, though were brainwashed to think we did.
Yes. Re-member, re-member . . .


At the point when not just the unvaxxed, but brave volunteers from the vaxxed, begin to absorb horrific info like the above that unity is achieved, via the waves of fury, formerly constrained, denied, projected, as they involuntarily surge out from the collective unconscious mind.
These waves of fury are already beginning to alter behavior, irreversibly.
See this essay, by Jeffrey Tucker, who, BTW, doesn’t even need to get into details about how dangerous the vax actually is. Instead, he bases his perspective on his observation and analysis of the entire diabolical covid context.
”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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Thanks, Ann. I'm a few years behind you, but right…