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).
“Vinyl chloride is a flammable gas that has a sweet odor and is carcinogenic (causes cancer)
“Data Centers in Chicago are tied to Earthlink and Enlite Internet fiber cables* that run along the train right of way through the center of East Palestine, Ohio
“These cables help connect Chicago with Washington, D.C. and New York
“Vanguard controls all the Earthlink and Enlite Fiber Internet trunk line cables running through East Palestine, Ohio.
“Vanguard also controls the Norfolk Southern Railroad that derailed 52 cars in East Palestine, Ohio, releasing toxic vinyl chloride into the air and water . . .”
Couple that with this seemingly uncanny “coincidence” . . .
. . . and this!
. . . and finally, this:
Pay attention to especially the last sentence in the tweet above.
Then there’s the fact that leftist environmentalists are not speaking out. Is this because rural Ohio is Trump country?
Could it be that this diabolical devastation really was planned long in advance, and by design?
Fear of violence from locals? Well, yeah . . .
Frankly, even as I exercise my embodied soul in the natural world every day, communing with the wind, listening to the birds, hugging trees, walking gratefully and with hushed reverence along sometimes woodsy paths with puppy Shadow in the often chem-trail-dimmed February light, this Ohio (and Pennsylvania) situation, and all that apparently accompanies it . . .
. . . has reduced me to near despair, those 75,000 family farms in rural Ohio and Pennsylvania (how many are Amish? And have they, who live without internet or cell phones, been warned?) searing my nightmarish imagination . . .
And yet . . .
Yes. Is this seeming ramp-up new? Or: are we just now paying attention to what has been ongoing for decades?
(Or is it just that we are now being directed to notice, so that we WILL slip into paralyzing despair?)
Well, no matter how we parse the situation, the deep state’s war on us, from inside the rapidly dissolving borders of the U.S., does appear to be REAL. It doesn’t take a mathematician to add up to three.
Public intellectual and military historian Victor Davis Hansen calls what’s going on now in the U.S. “top-down anarchy.”
Eric Coppolino, journalist and astrologer, weighs in. I was especially struck by his expert opinion that dioxin is even worse than vinyl chloride.
As an astrologer, he points out that, at the moment of the accident, which he placed at 8:54 PM, the planet Neptune, which among other things, governs poisons, gas, confusion and deception, sat exactly on the Descendant of the chart, and that the illuminating Sun in Aquarius exactly squared eruptive Uranus, in Taurus.
There’s no doubt in my mind, at this point, that the sojourn of Uranus through earthy Taurus (2018-2026) will force humans to return to caring deeply about, and cooperating in concert with, both our own brilliant bodies (cf. the cultural psy-op around “covid” and how propagandized fear of our own bodies ignited and fueled the plandemic) and the magnificent living conscious ensouled being who supports and nourishes us, unceasingly, from below.
It’s either that, or extinction, and not because of “climate change.”
Oh wait. There’s clearly a method to all this madness, is there not?
I have no idea if this next is true. And am needing my afternoon nap, now.
But as Uncle Clif (High) would put it, “I wouldn’t put it past the mother-WEFers.”
P.S. I may take tomorrow off. Go off-screen and out of my head for an entire 24 hours. My brilliant 80-year-old body, nerve-wracked by too much feverish monkey-minding, deserves nothing less.
Yesterday, on our morning walk, puppy Shadow and I were fortunate to be accompanied by Dan, an old friend and former Green Acres Village resident. Dan is 30 now, and coming into his own after his first Saturn return in a remarkably precocious manner, recognizing already that he is WHOLE, no longer deficient, a HOLE in his being rendering him desperate for (co-dependent) “relationship.”
It took me until my late 40s to reach this level of relatively continuous inner integration.
Luckily, Dan, and some of his friends, are unusually sane inside this mad mad world, and, I’d even say truly human, ensouled, following inner guidance, stepping into the beginnings of their authentic life paths They radiate a quiet integrity, something on rare display in any generation, given the disssipated culture that surrounds our tiny bubbles of individual and social sanity.
I can’t help but resonate with the “American anarchist and primitive ecophilosopher” John Zerzan (wikipedia), born in August 1943, so only eight months after me. Many of our peers are dead now, or otherwise deadened by the stresses of this seemingly — or should I say likely — climactic era in human history, when, for decades now . . .
things fall apart
the center cannot hold
. . .
the best lack all conviction
and the worst are full of passionate intensity.
I remember obsessively reciting the above lines from W.B. Yeats The Second Coming over and over in my mind. The occasion was Kent State, May 1970. But they might also have been running deep below when shocked into a terrible awareness by the Kennedy assasination, as a college senior, and pregnant with my first child.
That signature event, on November 22, 1963 turned the internal tide. I knew, with every fiber in me, that Yeats was right. And that we who are truly alive are thereby volunteering for an assignment that will likely take the rest of our lives, and with no guarantee of “winning.”
Frankly, now, 60 years on, two Saturn cycles after the Kennedy assasination, I remain astonished, both that we humans, in our ignorant pride, haven’t already destroyed the entire world, and that even some in my own, now “geezer” generation are still alive, conscious, and of service to the whole.
Like my young, precious and precocious friend, I want to be one for whom “the center holds,” no matter what, during these seemingly endless dark days that do or do not herald a Great Awakening.
Either way, let us live our lives as if they mattered. Because they do.
And when we live in that manner, with personal integrity, moment by moment, integrating projections whenever they occur, remaining “true to our selves,” our resulting “higher” frequency works subtly to not just dissolve personal conflicts, but to dissipate the monstrous dystopia we are enduring now.
”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
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).
Tomorrow’s toxin rain forecast for the near term.
Yep! Totally agreed.