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).
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.
Re: the East Palestine horror, again.
Twenty of the railway cars contained toxic chemicals.
Five of these cars contained vinyl chloride.
Mike Adams, who is beyond alarmed, says that vinyl chloride, when it burns, creates hydrogen chloride which, in turn, when it interacts with water, creates hydrochloric acid which eats through all the metal parts in his lab.
However, if Ryan Cunningham is right, a controlled burn was the lesser of two evils. (His view corroborated here.)

Remember the rail workers threat to strike in 2022?
The strike was averted.
However, railroad workers are not done organizing.
The usual suspect is true here: PROFITS.
https://www.commondreams.org/news/rail-workers-wall-street
Meanwhile, trains have gotten 30% longer (the Ohio train pulled 150 cars), and the unions are pushing for two-person teams rather than just one exhausted, overworked person to operate a single, very long, train.
https://www.levernews.com/rail-companies-blocked-safety-rules-before-ohio-derailment/
Oh, and are we surprised?
I live two blocks from the rail line that comes through the heart of Bloomington, Indiana and have often wondered what’s in those cars. I can’t imagine that a rail line doesn’t go to Crane, 35 miles southwest.
What is Crane?
So: are their bombs in those cars? Or materials to make them?
I tried to find out if there’s a rail line to Crane, and here’s a map, should anybody wish to pursue.
Oh wait! This map is from 1888!!
Oh, that’s right. Most of them are gone now. Either abandoned, or turned into roads or bike paths.
But I bet Crane still has rail service . . .
And what about your town. What rail lines move through and what are they carrying? We need to get organized. For all sorts of reasons and in all sorts of ways.
”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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