PROJECT CIVILITY: Verb or noun?

September 29, 2025

Answer: Verb.

Neighbor and friend Marita and I attended the first annual Project Civility national summit at the public library in upscale Carmel (on the eastern edge of Indianapolis), leaving Bloomington at 6 AM Saturday last, and arriving back home 12 hours later.

(BTW:  catch a glimpse of yours truly, sitting in profile, orange shirt, on right hand side of video within a few seconds of the video’s end.)

 

I think it’s safe to say that the experience changed both of us.

For my own part, I now realize what my Uranus Return is all about. (See last post). I am here, at this point in my unusually long life, as someone who “works the edges,” injecting into any group process that threatens to bore me (because too predictable) some anecdote or behavior or other, past or present, that suddenly electrifies the atmosphere, stirs into remembrance the aliveness that pulses through all our hearts.

Many folks came up to me at the end, thanking me for my “spunk,” my “contrarian” attitude, that had spurred them into a sudden sparking of aliveness (not that anybody actually said that, but I could feel it. 3D to 5D — and beyond!)

Always, what interests me is to enter and remain inside the dynamically pulsing center between opposites, in this case between Aries (me) and Libra (relationship). For that is where creation occurs. In that orgasmic union between me and you. No matter how momentary the flash, our LOVE is real.

LOVE is real. This invisible, palpable, swirling fluid disguised as maya.

I notice, once again, how my Libra Midheaven and Neptune are being activated big time, through the transiting Saturn/Neptune at 0° Aries (though Neptune has now receded back into Pisces for awhile).

0° Aries! Brand new beginning!

For me, for you, for us, for the world.

The heart (of me, of you, of creativity itself), is found precisely in that pulsing center beat that connects us all to the divine source within the self and the other, equally. Fuses us into Oneness. If we pay attention. If we sink below the surface rules and laws, to what author Indianapolis resident Alexandra Hudson, in her 2023 book that spurred Carmel City Councilman Jeff Worrell to call this first ever civility summit into manifestation: The name of her book? The Soul of Civility. And by civility, she does not mean mere politeness. No. Authenticity is required.

I had ordered the book, several weeks ago, figuring I would just whip through it before attending the summit.

Ha! I’m still only 1/3 way through, ten minutes at a time. Taking ten years to research and write, the author takes the reader way back in time, to ponder how other cultures and authors elsewhere, over thousands of years, have worked with the two seemingly opposed motivations that drive humans everywhere: individuality and relationship, community. How do we engage with this inherent, inescapable, conflict between “self” and “other”? This free will choice that greets us moment by moment as we move through the day? Coldly, egocentrically? or compassionately, with heart, recognizing the soul in the other as well as in ourselves.

That’s basically the topic of both the book and the summit that followed, two years later.

Excerpt from a review of the book.

The summit itself, was an astonishing experience, with others from all walks of life united in common cause, to learn how to be and to work with others in a more civil, less divisive, manner. The organizer, Carmel City Councilman Jeff Worrell, got so worked up when he read her book that, over time, he started what will hopefully expand into a movement that will spread to cover this vast divided land with its profoundly healing balm, to soothe, not just political divides, but those between and within cultures and “identities,” neighborhoods and families and yes, even fractious couples who choose to live together forever, no matter what.

Here’s how Jeff got started, with his stunned response to an especially vitriolic local election in Carmel, Indiana 2023, the same year as the book came out. 

 

 

(My) MASTER PLAN: Uranus Returns to put my life in perspective

September 25, 2025

See last post.

Well, I “got myself back together” overnight. Sorta. Kinda. Not easy to do when  interruptive, volatile, crazy-making transit Uranus is still sitting exactly upon its 1°36 natal position in fact-scouring, dual-natured, indecisive, restless, insatiably curious  Gemini.

Just Sitting there. For the first time since I was born, on December 19, 1942, at 8:02 AM CWT, in San Antonio TX, I’m being invited to enter a way-larger-than-ever-before bounded spacious presence! The last, and much smaller, bounded spacious presence I looped into for the very first time was Saturn, at 30, and then again at 60, and in a few years, yet again at 90.

This every-84-years Uranus Return is so very long that most most people never live long enough to experience it. So I do feel grateful.

And, right now, utterly overwhelmed! Indeed, I feel intensely fortunate that my decades-long daily practice — two hours of physical culture — four mile walk, yoga, chiking, taichi — are so thoroughly ingrained within my material being; were they not, I would likely have already either died in a car crash, or fallen down my steep basement stairs, or else gone completely crazy! And I mean truly crazy. Disconnected from any sort of reality. To the point where I might have not even realized that I was here or there, in body or out . . .

Uranus Return, exact since late summer, will be moving in and out of exactness (with a months-long dip back into Taurus next year) through March 2027! Uranus is currently jiving also in a harmonious and exceedingly rare three way configuration with two other outer planets, Neptune (plus Saturn) and Pluto, all of which just happen to now be nearly exactly configured with their counterparts in my own chart. No wonder I’m feeling like a clownish looney, immersed in a deep invisible etheric realm, swaying to and fro, propelled up and down, moment by moment by moment.

Oh, and, can you believe, I just noticed!  Transit Jupiter right now is only one degree from its 7th every-12-year return to its natal place at 23°04 Cancer! Even so, likely due to caution during Uranus Return, I decided NOT to drive or fly down to Louisiana for a wonderful sister’s funeral in early October. After a long, dreary battle; for months now she has wanted very much to let go, and yet her body kept clinging . . .

Despite the pull of original family (three younger sibs are flying in; two others have just undergone knee operations, so cannot go; one died earlier), plus just-deceased sister’s numerous children and grandchildren, I chose instead a larger (though less intense) Cancer consideration: have been invited to be on a panel discussion at the second annual gathering of intentional community compatriots across Indiana.

 

Even so, the incessant Gemini curiosity has sucked me into sharing the heartbeat of this compilation, today.

First, a typical local offering, about how we human beings, “close-up and personal,” are generally not only considerate, but caring. If we just take the trouble to look around us, soul to soul, this kindness exists everywhere.

For example, this morning, as puppy Scampi and I were returning from our walk, about a block away a new neighbor drove up into his driveway and stopped. Then, quickly opening the door, as his tall body was exiting, asked: “Was your dog the one lost yesterday about a block away? A little dog, looked much like yours, but wet, shivering, miserable.” When I assured him it was not Scampi, he then replied that another neighbor, thank goodness, had taken charge of the situation. Good!

I invited him to get on the list to attend our twice-monthly Green Acres Community Dinners, the next one being this evening! Though he’s busy this time, he quickly folded his tall body back into the car, found a piece of paper and pen, and wrote down his name, email, and phone number. Likely, he’s Indian, or Pakistani.

Next, from focus on the tiny, wondrous, heart-opening mundane, I invite you to expand into a gigantic extraordinary perspective. This post, to me, illustrates what younger generations are capable of, a kind of complexity in their thinking process that way overwhelms mine. Perhaps we oldsters are actually leaving the world in good hands as we die off. This makes me wonder, of course, about my own grandchildren, Kiera (25) and Drew (23); both are utterly thriving in their utterly unique lives, tackling projects and pursuing goals with perspectives and skills none of which existed when I was young, and frankly, are utterly beyond my capacity or comprehension.

Me, I’m still back with blogger Steve Beckow, almost my age, whose posts I usually find myself both understanding and agreeing with. (He was the one whose posts spurred me to get started as a blogger, back in late 2011, with exopermaculture.com.)

 

So I say to myself, “Relax, Ann. Your job is done.”

I need to throw up my hands and let go of any claims to left brain logic and intuitive reach into the divine, except concerning my own living, breathing, blood-coursing body. My body as antenna for living breathing, oil-coursing earth.

Earth one tiny speck coursing thru the great unknown as mysterious 3I Atlas draws near with unknown consequences. Good, or evil? Light or shadow? Both. Always both, their dynamic polarity coursing thru this all too human heart.

Always, it’s which do we choose? We are NOT slaves to any outside influence.

Each of us is a sovereign soul, at one with all — whether or not we know it!

 

BTW: Check this out. Weird. And what the hell does Devo mean?

Okay okay. Never mind.

Notice that it’s not only oldsters who are having trouble grasping the nature of our ongoing “reality.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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