Happy Thanksgiving! from two yokels in rural Indiana

November 24, 2022

 

To all!

Son Colin Cudmore and I drove 30 minutes to the Abe Martin Lodge in beautiful, wooded Brown County State Park, on the list for their 11 AM buffet feast. Waiting with others (all of us with reservations) in a big woodsy room with plush seats for 30 minutes (they expected 1100 diners, for three sittings), both Colin and I were entranced by an Amish group — probably 30 of them — sitting together, waiting, like the rest of us, many of them young fathers and mothers with beautiful babies and little children. They seemed as if they came from another world, a untroubled, loving world where people in community still felt automatically connected. Colin told me that he once asked some Amish teenagers what they did for fun. They told him they got to trick out their horse-drawn buggies and, on Wednesday evenings, said one of the girls, excitedly, “We get to sing together.” Can you believe? All of them looked healthy, happy, and whole.

So many of the others waiting to line up sat bored, on their screens, overweight and/or otherwise very “out of shape,” many barely acknowledging even those with whom they arrived. On the other hand, from their manner, Colin and I agreed that the crowd was mostly rural, couples and mostly grown up extended intergenerational families from the countryside around here, very unlike what appear as self-centered, yet lonely academics in Bloomington. So in that sense, we appreciated the crowd.

Colin asked one of the Amish women if they had any old remedies for a bum knee (which he has been nursing for months); she went up to her room (they had stayed overnight) to fetch some salve that she had brought with her for him. Refused to let him pay for it.

We found out who Abe Martin was, the pseudonym of another man, who wrote cartoons for the then Indianapolis paper for many years, that quickly syndicated to over 200 newspapers across the country.

The dinner itself? The salads were all fresh and tasty. The cooked vegetables were all canned . . . I had some sweet potatoes. But the turkey (actually, that pan had been emptied of its contents by the time I got to that part of the line-up) was, I hope, good, and the desserts (I had coconut cream pie) were to die for. 

Since I rarely eat sugar, I really noticed how down I felt afterwards. When we got home, I fed the worm bins, and then decided to take an extra walk, one half mile to the Dollar store (actually now $1.25), open from 10 to 4 on Thanksgiving! —  needing to get treats for puppy Shadow and — thank goodness I remembered — dental floss, before deeper-than-usual cleaning the bathroom. 

On the way back I saw a young man pushing an old Volkswagon down busy 3rd St. It kept rolling slowly after he stopped; I noticed that he watched and waited to make sure its motor  actually caught hold before continuing on his way.

At the Dollar store the female clerk told me she had worked there for 16 years, different Dollar stores in the area, and has been a manager since 2016. I asked if she liked it, and she giggled yes, that she’s such a people person that she just keeps saying hello to everybody who comes in.

Life in late November 2022, two days past the 59th anniversary of the Kennedy Assasination, which started so many of us now very old ones on an internal path we couldn’t have imagined beforehand. BTW: I looked it up: Saturn is returning for the second time to where it was when our glorious president was shot, twice?, in the head with spattering blood, a public ritual sacrifice we saw over and over again, mesmerized, glued to the screen, much like on 911 — a shocking sight meant to demoralize, a typical programmed cultural MK Ultra ritual event, as those of us who have been educating ourselves on what has been “ruling” us ever since, have learned to recognize. The second Saturn Return for that event. Hmmm . . what has changed?

Well, a hell of a lot has changed, especially lately. Even Clif High now says We Are Winning the extended war between the globalists and localists, between good and evil, even though, says Clif, it will take the better part of a decade to actually start over whole. Meanwhile, we will be busy sorting through all the lies and educating ourselves as to our real history, so that we may end up with a common ground to stand upon, and thus rise as a people united, from the root. 

As usual, an incredible amount of “news” keeps dropping via alternative sources, with twitter ramping up dramatically — and I have really grown to appreciate the many dedicated anons who make it their life’s work to inform the rest of us “conspiracy theorists” of all sorts of items, “dots,” guessing as to how they are connected in all sorts of ways, weaving a complex co-arising multidimensional web none of which, even without my yet sugar-addled state, can I ever hope to actually mentally or emotionally encompass. 

In any case, I say thank you, thank you.

New Moon in Sagittarius Today! Plus Jupiter turns to go Direct! YES

November 23, 2022

 

Why am I excited about this turn in astrological affairs? For three reasons: the first two have to do with Sagittarius, and the third with Jupiter (which BTW, happens to rule Sagittarius)!

1) It’s always a relief when we move annually from dark, turgid, richly composting Scorpio to bright, perspective throwing, philosophical Sagittarius. Or at least that’s the plan! Every sign has the capacity to correct the excesses of the sign before it. Too much Scorpio muck, and we’re subject to depression, stuckness; Sagittarius arrives, on an annual basis, to begin to throw light on whatever dark stuff below has been pulling us down.

2) And this year, the Sun’s entrance into Sagittarius happens to coincide with the New Moon, at 1°36 Sagittarius!

Sabian symbol for 2° Sag (always read for next whole degree):

WHITE-CAPPED WAVES DISPLAY THE POWER OF WIND OVER SEA.

Keynote: The mobilization of unconscious energies under the pressure of superpersonal motives. 

In other words, the horrific ongoing revelations (apocalypse: “the revealing”) of ghastly stuff re: financial fraud, pedophilia/adrenochrome/SRA, the murderous covid jabs etc., long buried in all but the alternative news, have actually begun to hit the mainstream. The cascading Black Swan FTX debacle; election and other fraud; pedophilia and worse among “top” players in political, academic, entertainment, business world; genocidal jabs, now demonstrated in the excellently produced, just released one hour film “Died Suddenly” — are all revelatory of the rot that has been running this so-called civilization for decades, even centuries, millennia — yes, all this, hard to stomach, in fact, impossible to digest for some, the less resilient normies who continue to insist on remaining “innocent” of knowing about them: all these ongoing coruption-riddled scandals have rocked the foundations of our cultural world like never before.

Here’s the chart for the New Moon, which clicks in at 5:57 pm EST today:

Notice that for Washington D.C., for which I cast this chart, Mars Rx at 21°23 Gemini, which almost exactly squares Neptune at 22°40 Pisces, also happens to exactly conjunct the 21°03 Ascendant. In other words, the ongoing confusion, which especially has attended the post-election “results,” — oh yeah, and then there’s the accelerating strangeness in and about Ukraine — not only continues, but draws to a head (the exact square), as Mars, proceeding backwards, has been hitting the exact square at 22° over the past few days while Arizona counties, one by one, refuse to certify the election.

That Mars conjuncts the Ascendant at this New Moon, indicates to me that this new lunar cycle will likely see the election (and other: always the question, who to believe about what?) confusion discussed at length at every level of society. (Or not: can you imagine Thanksgiving dinner with lots of close relatives? I can’t. Too many topics would be “off limits.”)

Now, let’s check out the third reason for my exuberant mood, namely, the Jupiter stationary position, which occurred, again for Washington D.C., at 6:02 AM EST today, almost exactly 12 hours earlier than the New Moon.

(Full disclosure: I’m a double Sagittarius (Sun and Ascendant) myself, plus my natal Mars sits at 2°42 Sagittarius (opposite Uranus), right on this New Moon. Exuberance, optimism, expanding perspectives is the name of the game for this hopefully evolving Sagittarius. So forgive me if my analysis appears somewhat over the top.)

Notice that Jupiter turned to go direct when the Moon, then still in Scorpio, at 24°, was within reach of the 18° 41 Scorpio Ascendant — AND that Uranus, at 16°20 Taurus, was almost exactly opposite, conjuncting the Descendant. The hours leading up to the Moon’s entrance into Sag and and its conjunction with the Sun, are particularly fraught with insecurity for anyone and any organization, government, etc. that has relied on the stability of our fast eroding, inflating, corruption-riddled fiat financial system. And who of us has NOT relied on it?

More so than usual, the invisible emotional and spiritual currents (Jupiter/Neptune in Pisces) that run this world from underneath/above are up for reflection and discussion (Mars in Gemini) and being felt consciously (Mars square both Jupiter and Neptune in oceanic, end-of-cycle Pisces) by a greater and greater proportion of the global population.

Okay, let’s say it again in a different way: generous, lucky Jupiter (which rules Sagittarius, and is co-ruler of Neptune-ruled Pisces), which turned at 28°47 Pisces at 6:02 AM this morning, 12 hours prior to New Moon, provides an exuberant, expansive overlay to the embedded, complex, Scorpio muck, the many layers of which, by being revealed so massively, by having been oh so gradually, and then more and more rapidly, exposed to the light of day, is withering, its power about gone.

Sabian symbol for Jupiter at 29° Pisces”

LIGHT BREAKING INTO MANY COLORS AS IT PASSES THROUGH A PRISM

Keynote: The analytical power of the mind necessary for the formulation of life processes in their many aspects.

I do think that at least for this cycle through Sagittarius, the dark Scorpio gloom is being dispelled by the power of the mind (Mars in mental Gemini, Sun/Moon in philosophical Sagittarius) as Jupiter turns to go direct.

BTW: Jupiter, which moves at the rate of one sign per year, due to its retrograde periods, sometime overlaps one sign with another. This happened back in May of 2022, when Jupiter entered fiery, impulsive, get-up-and-go Aries from confusing, addictive, wishy-washy, stoned, sloshing, dreamy to deception-filled Pisces. Then it turned, to go Rx in late July, re-entering late Pisces in late October. Whatever new initiatives were begun in May, when Jupiter started to move through Aries, likely got stalled until we slog through the rest of the Piscean mess.

Jupiter next enters Aries on December 21st, Winter Solstice, which, for ancient peoples — and for us, when we tune in to Nature — is the holiest day of the year.

From then on, Jupiter will have a shorter than usual run through that sign of new beginnings until mid-May 2023, when Jupiter enters Taurus and the rubber has to hit the road. Whatever measures are actually ignited, during the Aries phase, must begin to root in for the long haul.

I presume this set of shifts at least applies to new initiatives in the rapidly failing fiat financial systems that have run the so-called “civilized” world for way too long.

As well, Mars in Taurus likely applies to de-centralizing efforts, world-wide, as we focus on the very ground under our feet, in our own localities, rather than reliance on larger systems, or on so called heroes elsewhere, for soul-utions.

For a more personal look at this New Moon/Jupiter Direct day, see Laura Bruno, who does her usual fantastic job.