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).
At noon today, this interchange between my housemate and myself:
Him: Last night I filled up my car with gas: $40 at a gas station I had never been to before. But then, when I looked for it on my bank account later, the transaction did not appear.
Me: Uh oh! So the question is, do you tell them what happened?
Him: Or: the question is: do I keep going there to get my gas?
We batted his dilemma around some more. This is not our first time for this conversation. I told him about a dilemma I faced two days ago: the sweet potato that, after I finally got to the Aldi clerk, having stayed in line for at least ten minutes, I had forgotten to place on the counter with the rest of my purchases.
I thought to myself. “Do I just walk out of here without paying for this potato? After all, it’s probably only worth about $1.50.” But I couldn’t. My integrity was at stake, even with this small purchase from a large corporation. I got back in line.
I bet he did too. Adam is like that. One of those in his (and my) long fading generation who still, no matter what, value truth, honesty, integrity, over “getting away with it.”
I mention this story because I’m currently wondering whether or not to pursue an interesting (but dreadful) lead that I came across on social media (can’t remember where: Telegram or Twitter?). It’s a video that seems to condemn Ron DeSantis, a political figure who many people feel is a rare bright light on the national scene. I’ve wondered about him for awhile now, so was moved to watch the video.
Afterwards, I sent the video to an astute friend, and she said her intuition had not been trusting him, and that a friend of hers who had just visited Florida, thinking of moving there, told her that even though the people there were great, it’s a lot farther along with Agenda 21/30 than most states, with surveillance everywhere. And, my friend noted noted, her friend’s opinion tracked with her sense “of luring a bunch of patriots all in one place in order to eliminate or imprison them.”
Shudder . . .
So I did a quick search — “DeSantis Guantanamo” — and found this (see below). Have skimmed it but not pursued it yet, and don’t know if I will. In any case, stay awake, folks. And keep your own personal integrity intact, so that no matter what happens “out there” in the larger world, you know that, each and every second, were you to die now, your life would be complete.
And, let me add: it’s our unquenchable, and incontrovertible integrity that, if magnified by enough people doing/thinking/being the same, that can and will shift the frequency of our troubled world out of depression and despair into a new beginning.

Are we willing?
Better question: what have we got to lose?

Oh wow. Now that even the Washington Post admits it . . .

. . . that’s not even counting the deaths from the “vaccines” themselves. Or: are the two being deliberately? accidentally? fused or confused?
In any case, now, of course, the gaslighting begins . . .

The comments on the above post, some priceless, go on and on . . .
Cattito bueno picked up on the story . . .
Implications reverberate . . .
While lying in bed early this morning I listened to most of a provocative discussion between Seth Holhouse and David Martin regarding the billions that may be killed or injured by the covid jab. Deep into the conversation, Martin dropped a bomb. It is this: as the vaxxed continue to sicken and die, for the first time in history the entire world population will be thrust into a prolonged experience of “mass grief.”
I’ve long thought that unprocessed personal and collective grief sits at the root of addiction. That as long as we allow our addictions to rule us, we will continue to hide or deny fear of our own death. Having been indoctrinated from birth to split mind from body, we identify with mind and either ignore our bodies or attempt to rule them, turn them into (immortal) machines. Thus we hover over and therefore prevent surrender to the mysterious internal alchemical composting process called “grieving.” Yet: only as we dare to “walk through the shadow of death” can we be reborn to eternal life.
(Pluto, ruler of Scorpio, is making its first return to the birth chart of the U.S.A. Our mass grief also shrouds our homeland, this sovereign nation that appears to be enduring an extended deathing process. Question: will it be reborn to experience another 248 year cycle? Or not. And: as goes America, so goes the world.)
Just imagine, Martin continued, that you are responsible for the 24/7 hour care of one of these chronically ill, disabled, or dying people. Imagine that you are carefully and gently wiping the ass, or wiping spittle off the mouth, over and over again, for days, weeks, months, years? — of one who has vilified, canceled, refused entrance to you for not getting the vax. It may be that this person would not be able to admit and apologize. Would it matter to you? Could you forgive this person, even though their ego still rules? Could you forgive him or her to the point where you could compassionately, even gratefully, devote your own life to caretaking in their extended hour of chronic need, no matter how long it takes, no matter what the cost?
Holhouse not only agreed, but added that soon we will dividing into two camps: saints and demons. So, he concluded, each of us must now prepare, by learning how to live as a saint.
”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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Yep! Totally agreed.