Bob Moran “cartoon” punctuates Caitlin Johnson elegy for today’s mothers

October 26, 2022

I had saved the above cartoon on my desktop, but it was so horrific I couldn’t imagine posting it.

Until now.

Caitlin Johnson, on her Going Rogue substack, has penned (and voiced) an extraordinary poem. As if standing in her own mother’s hand-me-downs, she inhabits the emotional terrain of today’s thoroughly confused, harried, determined, but exhausted mothers in this bewildering era when even (and especially) children are being remorselessly targeted by both seen and unseen hurricane forces.

Just Two Weeks

by Going Rogue  With Caitlin Johnstone

 

I stand here before you
in my mother’s hand-me-downs,
in this world where mothers must work like they don’t have children
and parent like they don’t have jobs,
keeping households running and bills paid
while their hearts run around outside their bodies
on tiny little legs that don’t yet know where the wolves are,
but don’t you dare over-mother them,
or under-mother them,
or get anything wrong while treading laundry
and kung fuing the kitchen
and, oh yeah,
if you could save the world from nuclear armageddon
and environmental collapse when you get a minute
that’d be great.

I stand here before you
in my mother’s hand-me-downs,
with my mother’s strangled voice,
and my mother’s Pinesol hands,
and my mother’s weeping back,
and my mother’s feral chores,
and my mother’s loving patience,
and my mother’s gritted teeth,
and my mother’s inner beauty
that you never get to see —
her inner world of unheard symphonies
and unpainted art
and oceans of sleeping babies,
neatly stuffed into a housecoat
drowned out by a Helen Reddy song.

I stand here before you
in my mother’s hand-me-downs,
glaring with crosshair eyes at eelfaced manipulators
who blacken the children’s sky,
who poison my children’s water,
who microplastic my children’s blood,
who scorch my children’s Earth
to turn billionaires into trillionaires,
vowing “I see you,
I’ll stop you,
right after this dentist appointment,
right after this assignment,
right after these taxes,
right after this to-do list,
I’ll be ready to stop you
in, like, two more weeks, maybe,
or maybe two weeks after that.”

I stand here before you
in my mother’s hand-me-downs,
with my mother’s intuition
(two eyes in the back of her head —
“I can see what you are doing!”),
but my many eyes can only glance
before more dishes pile up
before the to-do list unfurls  —
I’ll get to it, I’ll get to you,
I’ll stop you,
I will,
I see what you are doing,
I just need to take the kids to daycare
but make the sandwiches first
and stop off on the way to work
for a part to fix the air con
before the summer comes
before the heat you stoked
with dinosaur bones
and Canary Island loopholes
and the infantile ambitions
of impotent men
hits our little rental
(that I’m so grateful to have
so grateful I am
on-my-hands-and-knees grateful
your-cock-in-my-throat grateful
please don’t kick us out we love you we do)
like a solar wind storm
barbecuing my children
in this tent made of weatherboards
like a tiny funeral pyre
for bad women,
naughty witches,
ladies flying solo
who need to be put in their place.

Just two weeks.
Just two weeks.
Just two weeks more.
Just two weeks and I’ll sit in silence for while.
Just two weeks and I’ll write this all down.
Just two weeks I need to get this stuff done.
Just two weeks.
Just two weeks.
Just two weeks,
and I’ll stop you.

 

‘Tis the Season of Halloween — and this one to include the U.S. Midterm election sandwiched between two powerful eclipses.

October 25, 2022

 

This morning, at 6:48 AM, the Sun and Moon came together at New Moon, also a Partial Lunar Eclipse; plus, the two of them were exactly conjunct Venus. All three at 2° of death and rebirth Scorpio. We have now entered the season of Halloween, when the veil between the worlds is the thinnest, heading towards the Full Moon, Full Eclipse of the Sun,  at 16°01 Scorpio, on November 5th.

Furthermore, Eric Cappolino has identified another important conjunction in the New Moon chart, one that affects communicative Mercury, at 23° Libra: with Psyche and Zeus.  This one really spoke to me, given two disheartening conversations I had this afternoon.

One with old friend Carol Rosin, who’s just decided to stop working for an International Treaty to Prevent the Weaponization of Space. Says it’s too late. And there’s too much money at stake.

The other conversation with someone in Germany who says that besides wrecking Ukraine, and possibly the whole of Europe, by detonating a nuclear bomb in Ukraine and blaming it on Russia in order to trigger a nuclear exchange that may incinerate the entire world, the point of the Ukraine bomb is to serve as an excuse for the growing wave upon wave of death that the poison jab has already begun to detonate.

In between New Moon/Partial Lunar Eclipse and Full Moon/Total Solar Eclipse: the long anticipated, long dreaded Mid-Term Elections in the U.S. which may well itself seal the fate of the entire world.

If, that is, the deep state doesn’t bring the entire world crashing down beforehand, via the already infamous nuclear scare tactic, which may or may not manifest; no matter what, the FEAR of it is enough to draw in all sorts of demonic energies to suck the loosh from human beings, especially during the season of Halloween.

(Two years ago, I decided to wear a “satanic monk” costume for Halloween, donning a long brown robe and horns. After ten minutes at the raucous party with the horns on my head, I literally began to sense some kind of demonic energy attempting to enter me. I ripped the horns off and threw them away.)

In other words, the election (if it is held), comes in the midst of this enormous Scorpio buildup, when whatever dark doo doo still being held within will be unleashed — on personal, interpersonal, social, political, cultural levels. Bombs, both literal and figurative, of all kinds, designed to blow up whatever remains of so-called civilized society.

Oh my!

And yet, this morning, at 8:34 AM, so only two hours post Eclipse New Moon, this, above Bloomington . . .

I, for one, refuse to go along with the deep scare agenda. I invite LOVE into my heart and vibrate there, as a sovereign soul at one with all.