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).

Note: See yesterday’s post.
I keep circling back to the fact that my world view is now 180° from that of most of my siblings. I was always “out there” compared to them, but until now, our differences remained in the realm of the mind, imagination, and life style. My foundational metaphysical leanings simply went “over their heads.” But so what? No skin off my back, or theirs. We all have our different interests, skills, quirks; in fact, though born from the same dear, dedicated German parents, each of us inhabits an entirely other “universe of discourse.” That’s the way it should be. We grew up to be decidedly unique individuals.
I imagine the above is true for many families.
What the covid scam did was reduce each of us to the body. Me to my body. You, to yours.
Each of us, depending on our relationship to our own bodies, either did or did not fall for the scam.
If, at some point, we didn’t manage to separate out from the western, scientistic system into which we had been indoctrinated since birth, then we continued to consider our own body as separate from our mind. Identifying with the (left brain) mind, we had been taught to view the body as a machine, which, “when something goes wrong,” we look to outside experts to “fix.”
If, on the other hand, at some point we do manage to separate out from the western, scientistic indoctrination system, then we begin to sense ourselves as sovereign souls, centered (temporarily) within the mysterious body/mind ecosystem, and that ecosystem as one outgrowth of the larger, even more complex and mysterious ecosystem we call nature, i.e., the biosphere of planet Earth; and more: if we begin to sense this biosphere as centered within a larger ecosphere called the solar system, the solar system inside the galaxy, on and on, out to the infinite and infinitely mysterious multiverse, then . . .
. . . when something “goes wrong,” when we sense a disturbance in vitality, we identify where in the body it’s located. We recognize the symbolism of different body parts, how they speak the language the soul utilizes to communicate with our minds. Instinctively, we look to nature for help in healing, for she will point us in the direction of our intent. This pointing may come in the form of synchronicity: someone just happens to mention the medicinal properties of a certain plant; that same day a randomly discovered website, or a startling dream, points us in the same direction. And if we don’t quite trust ourselves, then we may attract someone who mentions a natural healer who works with plant medicine. On and on, our own vibrational frequency attracts, in one way or another, the plant that will help the disturbed body heal.
Aboriginal cultures naturally know all this; they are in touch with nature’s ways. They don’t have the apparatus of western philosophy and western science sitting atop, indeed artificially crushing from above, their own direct experience. They are fortunate; we westerners need to remember, to re-member, to put ourselves back together again with our own bodies as extrusions of the natural world, so that we may begin to feel whole, complete, at one with all.
Well, that happened a long time ago, has been deepening since Descartes, his cogito, ergo sum. Therefore, only my thinking is me.
And this mind/body disassociation, this split, has been exacerbated by relentless “progress” in technology, especially by the introduction of ubiquitous screens, so that we now automatically prefer verisimilitude to living, pulsing nature — even to the point of taking a walk on a path through a meadow while staring at our phone rather than enjoying the colors, the patterns, the flowers, trees, the trilling birds, the rustling critters. No. We are blind to what we are actually immersed within. And we don’t care. We walk fast, head down, stuffing fast food for the mind.
Here are two approaches to understanding our bonkers cultural situation. The first is like a schoolbook lesson, which I’m sure many will appreciate and need. I wondered, when I listened to it, if Mattias Desmet had yet appeared on the scene. Because the video, published in October 2021, doesn’t mention him. Which surprised me, since Desmet took the awakening world by storm starting a few months earlier, in summer 2021. Thankfully, his concept of “mass formation” has become more and more mainstream, and his depth of thinking on this topic unparalleled.
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For ways to break the spell of mass formation, cultural psychosis, see from minute 17 on in the first video.
I haven’t finished this particular video of Desmet yet, however, I did get to the part where he says that in order for society to function without slipping into mass formation ending in totalitarianism, there needs to be an equal and balanced focus on both individual and community. Not one, or the other. Both. YES! And I’d add, in order to thrive, we need to allow a continuous balancing act between the two, in dynamic equilibrium, so that when the sway towards one pole becomes too great, the second pole is automatically invoked. In other words, rather than relying on structure to fix things in place, we need an equal focus on process. One more balancing act. All polarities can be viewed and experienced in this manner — as paradoxes, balancing acts, with us, in 5th dimension, playing with the opposites, rather than, as in 3D, tending to getting stuck in one or the other.
Three days ago the WHO’s Tedros, a lackey for Bill Gates, himself likely puppet for who knows who or what “above” him, declared Monkey Pox a “Public Health Emergency of International Concern” (PHEIC) — let’s see . . . should we pronounce that phuck you? or phie on you?
Rinse and repeat. Just like Covid was rolled out, two and a half years ago, the cabal’s playbook remains the same. To make his declaration, Tedros (who is not a doctor) said he broke a tie vote from his advisory council (some of whom are doctors). But, it turns out, that wasn’t true! Two days later we discovered that the actual vote on his advisory council was 9 to 6 . . .
Me thinks that Tedros has now officially blown it. The combination of his dictatorial pronouncement with the wiggly worm of doubt that creeps in when normies discover that the vote was not a tie, but actually 9 to 6! . . . in other words, Tedros lied. If he lied about that, what else has he lied about?
Meanwhile, like other pure bloods, I’m continuously talking to myself about how to communicate with vaxxed siblings, and all but one proud of it. The seven of us are supposed to have an in-person reunion in late August for four days after I think seven years. But they wanted me to get vaxxed first. “NO.” Okay, then get a test. “Well, okay, if I can find one that’s non-invasive. Ah, here it is, a ‘spit in cup’ test. Okay, I’ll do that and meet you there — in Washington (state).”
Well . . . soon a little worm of doubt began to pry into me. Why would I do that? Why would I go along with their indoctrinated agenda at all? I decided not to, but instead to meet them in a park nearby for an afternoon. Besides, if we were all in close indoor contact, and one or more of them got sick afterwards, they’d blame me! Hmmm . . . well, I’d better tell them that if they decide they want me for the entire time, even though I’m not vaxxed or tested, then they’ll each have to sign a document saying they won’t blame me if they get sick!
In other words, turn the tables on them . . . How does it feel to be the one who is shunned, shamed, eh?
And besides, of course, only I know that I’m in actually more danger of “getting something” from them, due to vaxx shedding. But I won’t mention that. It’s simply too much for them to absorb. Furthermore, my god-given immune system is continually nourished and protective.
Result: I’m currently composing successive drafts of an email to the effect that I’ve changed my mind: still flying to Seattle (assuming the world hasn’t blown up or locked down by then), but I will simply meet them in a nearby park for a leisurely afternoon picnic.
I’m busy composing the “here’s why” part of the letter now. How many “reasons” shall I give them? What “evidence” do I show them? What rabbit holes do I ask them to follow me down?
How to introduce well meaning normies to the cabal’s genocidal agenda without them turning away?
Haven’t decided yet.
So horrific, the way this cultural MK Ultra mind virus has infected our civilization. At this stage, exactly one month out from when we are all due to meet, I really wonder if I will ever see any of them again in this life! If I don’t go to Seattle, then, given that they are all vaxxed and likely all but one (who, thanks to subscribing to the Epoch Times, changed her mind!) boosted — how long will each of them live? For that matter, how long will I live? After all, at 79, I’m the oldest, and I think, unfortunately, the wisest.
For those other stubborn purebloods who sometimes wonder if we will always feel so alone, here’s a wonderful testament to us. Del Big Tree, reading out loud an immensely perceptive letter he received from a woman in Australia. Because, guess what, folks! As she says, WE are the control group. As we remain healthy, while the immune systems of the vaxxed deteriorate to the point where they continue to “get covid” over and over again, or their old issues surface again, or they get totally debilitated, or they simply, suddenly die (of myocarditis, clots, etc.), WE function as the control group that they will be forced, at some point, to measure themselves against.
Here’s a video I watched this morning, of the sequels to Janet Ossebaard’s long, and very well done, documentary series, Fall of the Cabal. This one, Money and Murder in Hospitals includes the ghastly hospital experiences of four of Ossebaard’s friends.
Money money money! It turns out that each patient diagnosed “covid” is worth $100,000 to the hospital, which breaks down like this: admitted to hospital ($$$), tested ($), declared positive ($), put on Remdesivir ($$$$$), then drugged comatose and put on respirator ($$$$$), then dying “of covid” ($$$$$). Whew. What a deal! What the video did not do is state how doctors themselves receive their cuts from this big swindle. Because I presume they do. Or is the “job on the line” argument enough to make them forget their hippocratic oath to “do no harm?” The video mentions that hospital system doctors must follow hospital protocols, but not how —or if? — they themselves benefit financially. Do we need another sequel?
The entire documentary series with sequels is likely worth watching, especially for normies who are just waking up and dare to get the full whammy in one massive download.
”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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