POST-2 AM-ANXIETY: Clif High! Laura Bruno! Mother Earth!

April 13, 2023

Last night I lay awake for about four hours, starting at 2 AM (liver time), immobilized by what I can only call anxiety — an emotional state that I often hear about from others (who then pop pills, or gummies, or grab pints . . .), but seldom experience myself. My usual three mile walk early this morning helped, but I’m stunned at the amount of anxiety I do — or did? — seem to be carrying. Or is this anxiety what’s coursing through the collective unconscious right now? I have a feeling that this is so, and it reminds me of the early days of the covid con. That time the massive currents of generalized F.E.A.R. (False Evidence Appearing Real) didn’t stick to me at all, though I do recall it moving through me at times.

(But the financial panic we’re about to undergo is, arguably, MUCH WORSE.)

Given that my progressed Sun and Ascendant, originally in late Sagittarius, have been crawling slowly, one year per degree, for the past 19 years through the psychic, empathic sign of Pisces, insisting that I not only stop my usual fiery push ahead, but truly absorb and resonate with the constantly mutating interstices of Everything Everywhere All at Once, then I should not be surprised. Especially if it’s true that the F.E.A.R. now is even more thoroughgoing than it was during the plandemic! For the ongoing collapse of the western financial system will, of course, yes, impact absolutely Everything Everywhere All at Once.

The prophetic person to whom I am especially indebted is Clif High, whose laboriously constructed, technological attunement to collective unconcious emotional patterns as shown through shifting word frequencies — what he calls “predictive linguistics” — claims that by the final week of this month, then especially during the first week of May, ramping up all through May, and even further, into the  emotional peak of what he calls The Big Ugly, reached in June. Not that our collective emotional expressiveness (basically, stunned fury, at having been deceived, downtrodden, ruined, etc.) will peak and then fall off; no, emotional expressiveness will peak, and then remain, he claims, at that sustained level, for many months, even years.

Here are his latest two audios, which he does off the cuff while driving back an forth from the coast of Oregon, to get supplies from a small town for his homestead.

https://beforeitsnews.com/prophecy/2023/04/new-clif-high-great-expectations-future-positive-change-2540350.html

https://beforeitsnews.com/paranormal/2023/04/new-clif-high-april-intel-political-visions-housing-money-crisis-2561210.html

Laura Bruno has now put out a post on the upcoming Solar Eclipse April 19-20, in the final degree of Aries, exactly square Pluto at 0° Aquarius, followed by the Full Moon Eclipse, May 6th, in Taurus. Both eclipses dovetail with Clif High’s timing. Plus, she focuses in on how and when these eclipse degrees will be triggered over and over again for a long time to come. An excellent overview. Grateful.

That final degree of Aries, sliding into the first degree of Taurus, triggered over and over again, indicates that we are now forced to truly begin to rework our sustainment in the material world, over and over again, each time triggered to find yet even more of ourselves to contribute to the whole.

To activate our full selves. To create, in cooperation with others (Pluto in Aquarius), new ways of life that will sustain us for the long run.

As everything everywhere all at once collapses, so do we need to rise, each of us as unique individuals, fully expressive, calling upon the infinite love that fills and fuels the universe to move through us: sovereign souls, at one with all..

Laura’s post:

New Moon in Aries Solar Eclipse ~ April 19-20, 2023

Hmmm . . . just noticed two new posts from Burning Bright, both of which focus on Fear.

Here’s the title of the first one plus an excerpt:

 

Oh, and I just noticed that last night and today, April 13, 2023, the Sun at 22+° Aries exactly conjuncts Jupiter at 22+° Aries, both of which, then, exactly square my natal Jupiter in Cancer at 23°. And what was I obsessing over last night? Cancerian matters, home life, the human tribe that I live among here, wanting to help prepare us for impending chaos. What should I personally do? — How to ignite the fire that will be required for human survival, and yet integrate that ignition into the warmth of local family, tribe, neighborhood, community?

Not just my question.

 

BTW: Marita and I decided that for the next we-don’t-know-how-long, we are going to work together in the gardens, and invite others to join us, each morning, one bed at a time; get our hands and feet in the soil, feel the sun on our backs. It’s time. Earth is calling.

 

This will be my final daily post for awhile. Though I may post garden photos at times.

I need to get myself back where I belong, in my ensouled body (one of Mother Earth’s sensitive antennas) rather than allowing my frenetic, internet-driven left brain to totally drive me crazy! YES.

 

GREEN ACRES VILLAGE: First 2023 Patio Event, “Hardening Starts,” Extra Work Party tomorrow!

April 12, 2023

Let’s start with the last item mentioned. And here’s why! This week we have taken out the larger baby plants to “harden off” them outside. But . . . some of them, namely kale, tomato and peppers are now so robust that every time I walk by I hear them screaming! Truly! I’m not kidding!

“Please, please, put me in the ground! My roots are getting way too cramped!”

Okay okay!

Tomorrow morning, Marita and I, and whoever wants to join us, will plant all three. The kale will be fine, but we will cover the tomatoes and peppers with little tunnels just in case it freezes again.

Meanwhile, yesterday evening, out on the patio for the first time this year, another event not on the usual weekly schedule: Tuesday dinner (i.e., not Thursday Community Dinner), for friends of Andreas Iaonnides, here for one week from Ireland, where he is on a faculty in Cork that teaches piano. He will join three others for a concert in Columbus, Indiana, 45 minutes from here, on Saturday. Tuesday was his one free evening.

BTW: Next year, he moves to Dublin, to join the faculty at “The Conservatoire,” he drawls haughtily, winking. And adds, “There’s a direct flight to Dublin, from Indianapolis.” Hmmmm . . .

Dear Andreas lived in Green Acres Permaculture Village, for I think, four years. It’s impossible not to love him. I took his picture out on the patio alone, but it didn’t come out. So all you get is to see him on the far right of this group shot.

Okay. Found this soulful photo he uses as a professional pianist. BTW: while in residence here, getting his doctoral degree in music from Indiana University, he was also reading all of Dostoyevsky’s novels. Are you surprised?

 

 

 

Here’s the upcoming concert, in case you’re in the area. It’s one of the special concerts put on all year long to raise funds for the week-long classical music series set in rural Nashville Indiana that he and Annie Hawk, who also lived here back then, dreamed up during the plandemic. Rather than lapsing into depression and/or fear, they got busy! This August they will hold the third annual week-long Chamber Fest Brown County.

The first two series were so successful that they now have world-class musicians asking to be included.

This morning I was outside watering. And guess what! Tulips! Planted two years ago, just now came up for the first time. 

And, for the second year, this time spreading, trillium! Brought in by the birds originally, and, I presume, spread by what ( Laura Bruno told me) is called “the squirrel relocation program.” Also note the single bluebell, upper right. This is the first time bluebell has appeared.

Okay, okay. Just went back outside to get bluebell’s portrait, by itself . . . Note the trillium leaf poking into the left edge.

So glorious, SPRING.