FURTHER REFLECTIONS, MADURO OP: Are we inside (another kind of) “color revolution”?

January 6, 2026

No doubt you’ve seen this extraordinary AI image, right?

Oh yeah, but “symbolism will be their downfall,” right?

Question: Whose downfall?

Another hilarious meme for those who remember . .  . hmmm .  . . who was it standing like that originally, a few years ago was it?

Then there’s the FAFO interpretation:

Meanwhile, what’s going on???!!?? — we all, apparently, at this point, want to know. Why all the costume changes for Maduro? Except for the shoes and socks . . .

Me: Are they “semiphore flags,” i.e., what we so-called “critical thinkers” now call comms, the different colors meant for the eyes of just “those in the know?” — Whatever that means . . .

Let’s see now: blue means . . . tan means . . . black means . . .

Oh wow, and wouldn’t you know, his BLUE now functions as advertising for Origin, a Maine brand . . .

Oh wait a minute! That’s cerulean blue (meant to invoke the infinitely blue, serene sky), the color that Jackie Kennedy wore when JFK was assasinated; the color that Melania wore when Trump was first inaugurated (definitely a semiphore) back in 2017. (Don’t believe me? Look it up!)

So what does THAT mean?

Mainstream media loves this color op too:

https://www.newsweek.com/nicolas-maduros-outfit-changes-raise-eyebrows-11310418

I’m, of course, flummoxed, the way I’m supposed to be, my lazer-focused (ha!) attention grabbing on to this issue within the Maduro op and squeezing it for all it’s worth, my always distracted emotional body desperate for something to anchor onto, seeking meaning, meaning, meaning.

Hey check this out. Another way of viewing what’s going on here:

https://x.com/sircensorlot/status/2007989753279344826?s=61&t=aUBDiSUrvn0aSlRBtZx0wQ

Excerpt, from one who has spent time in the American justice system, this guy knows the protocols; he finds all the outfits speaking volumes.

Yep. Saturn/Neptune in Pisces continues apace, despite brief (the arrest) preview breakthrough into Aries, the brand new beginning. See yesterday’s post.

BTW: I don’t think I mentioned this yesterday: Did you know that numerologically, 2025 was a 9 year (2 + 2 +5), signifying completion, ending, and and 2026 is a 1 year (2 + 2 + 6), signifying a new beginning? And, in fact, the number is first a 10, which then reduces to a 1.

Ten! The zero amps up the significance of the 1 to infinity. . .

Okay, back to “brass tacks” (says Saturn, after Neptune’s brief immersive glow):

Let’s maybe, begin to look at this multicolored op this way:

We are being played, yes, again. We are always being played. That’s the point. We are being played to mine our emotions for “loosh” (look it up).

And worse?

Naive question, the one that came to me first: whether the op is real or not. Why didn’t they just fix all the colors (reduce them to one color) with cgi? Makes me think they want us to see them all, wonder how come, so that cognitive dissonance shuts down the critical mind, to render us compliant, suckers for whatever comes next. As usual.

Admittedly, this is the cynical side of me talking today, mostly. I also enjoy, endure, it’s “opposite,” Exaltation! Yay! We are winning! Both!

And I’m not stuck in the middle, either. I’m trying like hell to balance the opposites, to live in the pulsing presence between them. Now, today, this hour, this minute, this very second.

Inside the ZERO,

pulsing through

its permeable skin.

VENEZUELA: Oops! Fire Horse year begins NOW?

January 5, 2026

 

 

Here we are, January 5, three days past January 2, when I last posted, and I was dead wrong. The fireworks did not wait until the official February 17th Fire Horse entrance, nor would they wait until the moment when Saturn and Neptune exactly occupy 0° Aries on February 20. Yep! Fiery Aries jumped the gun, making nonsense also of Clif High’s (excessively left brain, apparently) idea that “breakdown” would precede “breakthrough.”

Because . . . All of a sudden Breakthrough blasted straight through Breakdown. And did so in the early morning of January 3, by the light of the first full Moon of 2026, a supermoon this time (closest approach to Earth), called the Wolf Moon.

. . . hmmm. . . this Wolf Mon doesn’t seem that introspective, does it?  Or if so, then because likely just about everybody on earth connected to the internet (and who is NOT?) succumbed instantly, if only momentarily, to deep shock, curling into the fetal position, stunned, unable to process either the extent of the op, or its constantly enlarging, ramifying, deepening context.

So, yeah, Wolf Moon this year not obviously “introspective,” at least not at first; however, to me, it does feel like  introspection is now ramping up, big time. So yeah, and we all know why.

Venezuela.

This enormously impactful military op took place in the early morning of January 3, with the supermoon lighting the dark sky. (The full moon culminated at 5:03 AM EST). The remains of the Saturn/Neptune conjunction in Pisces, gave “drugs” etc. as the excuse, but in reality, it appears that this was an extremely complex, precise, and exactly timed, even multidimensional, op, possibly even what the Q drops called “the first arrest will shock the world.” Something like that. Or better: “the first arrest will verify action and confirm future direction.”

It appears, if those who cannot help but see global patterns are to be believed, that this op inaugurates the Trump Doctrine (equivalent to the Monroe Doctrine):

I’ve been reading lots of posts by lots of people on the Venezuela op, and here’s one that makes more sense than usual to me:

 

It helps to remember that, historically, everything is always changing, regarding the way silly humans think they can pretend to create boundary lines on top of a living planet and make them stick.

The map, folks, is NOT the territory. Never was. Check this out to see how what we now call “Europe” has undergone mutation over the past 1000 years.

https://x.com/annkreilkamp/status/2007856414014746916?s=61&t=aUBDiSUrvn0aSlRBtZx0wQ

Meanwhile, while part of me remains fascinated, and grateful, at the extreme precision and quickness of the Venezuela op, I’m also, as usual, appalled, utterly appalled, by how we humans seem to be addicted to FORCE as the only way to solve problems. Negative Pluto: power over (mind and body based), rather than positive Pluto: power from within (heart and soul based).

That part of me remains below the surface right now, though when I read Charles Eisenstein’s horrified post, An Evil Omen, it threatened to submerge me into Saturn/Neptune in weeping Pisces all over again. Oh, the suffering, the suffering, that lives just below the surface, making nonsense of all the bells and whistles.