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Ann Kreilkamp / Ph.D. 83

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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Decision Time, Folks. FEAR? OR LOVE.

May 29, 2023

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Fear contracts.

Love expands.

Which do YOU choose?

If we are driven by fear, we can be controlled by outside forces. That’s their goal.

If we choose to activate the frequency of LOVE, and show this activation in thought, word, and deed, we find ourselves utilizing the muck of our decaying culture to generate tiny lotus pods with blooming blossoms.

“Beauty is Truth, Truth Beauty . . .” John Keats

One of the many ways “they” are trying to drive F.E.A.R. (False Evidence Appearing Real) into our hearts, is the drumbeat pounding louder and louder, TOTAL NUCLEAR WAR!

I’ve decided to ignore especially this fear, since it’s the one that paralyzed me mentally, emotionally, and spiritually when I was two years old, listening to the radio with my mother as the Hiroshima event was announced. The fear of nuclear war stole my childhood. Rather than running free, I felt frozen in place. Chicken Little, for whom the sky was always falling.

Finally, after nearly 50 years, I broke through my Primordial Fear, inside a tiny temple in Egypt. Here’s what happened:

Meeting Sekhmet

 

But, let me tell you, I did find myself magnetized by this next post, as it shows what might have been the likely now unconscious perspective that long ago consciously generated the continuous pressure for End Game War (with continuous profits for banks and weapons manufacturers) i.e., the deep state agenda that makes Vladimir Putin Enemy #1.

No Truce with the Heartland

 

Putin (or whoever replaced him) talks sense, notice?

 

So here we are. Centering ourselves in our own decentralized localities, hopefully directly upon the mysterious holy ground of Mother Earth, expressing our own unique, individual natures fully, while in cooperation with each other to create, recreate, regenerate, real-ize — the fullness of Nature, she who holds all creatures, great and small, in nurturing, abundant embrace. 

 

NOTICE: More and more, even normies are (trying to) “connect the dots . . .”

May 27, 2023

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If the local Herald-Times (part of the USA Today network) is running stories like this one . . .

. . . ooops, I searched and searched, both through daily papers still stacked inside, and then on-line, only to find that herald-timesonline.com has no search bar! Hard to believe, but the article was about the revolving door between the FDA and Big Pharma. What was notable: not that it’s true (of course it is; we’ve known that forever), but that this article took up half a page in the H-T! Can’t remember the title exactly, except that it was somewhat roundabout and coy; but even so, it drew me in, and I imagine it actually drew in (academic) normies around these parts as well . . .

The point is, if even the H-T is beginning to run stories like this, I would say that it’s now obvious that The Great Awakening has been ignited. Thanks in part, of course, to the detailed Durham Report.

Much maligned “conspiracy theory” has flipped to “conspiracy fact.”

But it’s all so fiendishly complicated, the enmeshment! How do we even begin to grasp it?

There have been lots of attempts. For example, an octopus meme I came across this morning, which assumes that something, or someone IS the head, running things. True?

Let’s assume it’s true (and it may not be). However, to say that Soros is the head of the octopus may not be true. After all, might it be Bill Gates, or Karl Schwab, instead? (But then, Soros was born in 1930, predating both Schwab, 1938, and Bill Gates, 1955.) Hmmm . . . what about the “black pope,” whoever he is? Or maybe even go straight to the corporate behemoths, like Blackrock . . . oh, and the trans/woke industry should have been mentioned, and certainly Big Pharma/Big Med. Hmmm, again . . . it’s as if some of the main players are deliberately? (so “controlled opposition”?) not depicted as arms in this otherwise interesting attempt to visualize how it all connects!

Or . . . could service-to-self “aliens” be running everything, using Soros, or whoever, as their puppet who appears to be running everything, while they look down with amusement from above, or from within a larger dimension, toying with us silly myopic humans as a child plays with tinker toys here on planet Earth? Laughing their scaly heads off? And slurping up our “loosh” as tasty treats?

Even so, we who are awakening cannot help but to continue to try to connect the dots. Like this. Notice that the outlines of a sheep appearing? That’s us.

 

 

If so, be Warned!

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”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
“The longer we live, the larger, the richer the background against which all future experiences take place, and the more complex and subtle our understanding of our own past.” — AK, 1986, A Soul’s Journey
“To me, the most interesting question about human memory is why only certain events, rather than others, carry a charge. Where does the charge come from?” — AK, 1986, A Soul’s Journey
“At a party, many decades ago, a man whom I had just met burst out, in a tone of wonder: ‘You are the first continuously splitting schizophrenic I’ve ever met!’ I bowed low and responded, ‘Thank you!’”
”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
Ann Kreilkamp

Ann Kreilkamp

Ph.D. 83

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).