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).
Four of us got together for an impromptu fire and meditation yesterday evening. In honor of the occasion I suggested that we each silently ask ourselves: how can I bring myself into balance after the winter months, what of my old darkness have I processed enough to be able to let go of it, and what light do I want to bring in?
Marita had built the fire, and asked me to start it ten minutes before she got home. So I did.
Our meditation was on a music app that Marita brought to the circle, by Sadhguru. Nice, brings you gradually down onto the deepest interior and then back up again.
Afterwards, she suggested we might listen to Cat Stevens, “Morning Has Broken.” This song plunged me into memory; I told the group about the morning when I, a good, obedient, inhibited housewife and mother, but internally seething with frustration, received the first conscious intimation of a coming change. We had been invited to another couple’s house for breakfast, and “Morning Has Broken” came on the radio. Suddenly, I found myself rising from the table, walking into the living room, and beginning to dance. The words “morning has broken” felt like a benediction. I was being called. Soon I would be able to walk out of that false life, that darkness, and into the light of my own real life.
The memory of that morning is firmly lodged in my heart, although I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned it to anyone.
Right after that, Chris suggested another song, can’t remember what it was, or who was singing it, but as I told the other three, who were obviously fully enjoying the song, “this music is driving me away.” I didn’t mean it in a bad way, just that it wasn’t my music, and it was time for me to go to bed anyway.
Chris replied, nodding his head to the beat, “yes, this song is goth.”
Which gives me the perfect opportunity to finally post a hilarious meme that has been sitting on my desktop forever.
P.S. I’m the hippie.
Today, from Clif High’s newsletter.
This will be true of each country that has been afflicted with this parasite; rebuilding the culture, the social order, takes about 7 years following the detox period. We have done this twice already here in the USA alone. Go look it up. Past predicts future proofs.
It may take the USA more than a year to go through the detoxing effects from the death of the Federal Reserve Bank, which is owned by the Rothschilds, not the Federal Government (though for the moment, the Rothschilds also own the Federal Government as well), it has no reserves, only vast amounts of debt, and is NOT a bank, but is criminal loan sharking raised to the level of a social institution through bribery, extortion, and murder.
Once the FED is DEAD, and we have all pissed on its grave, and partied hard, the real work begins. This will take seven years. We learn this from our collective history. Every time any nation throws off the burden of central bank parasitism, they recover in about 7 years.
It will be seven years of hard work, tough choices, collective and personal misery. BUT, it will also be seven years of visible progress, of visible recovery, of construction, not continuing destruction. It will be very hard work, but also satisfying, and rewarding, both collectively, and individually.
Your life, and future, will be dramatically improved within those seven years following the death of the FED. Though we’ve not experienced this before personally, we’ve done this before as a Nation twice, and there have been other nations also through this process in the long past of Humanity, so we know how it will progress. We have the map, and know how long is the road.
Get your shoes on, time to start walking that road soon…
We see, yet again, the Whores of Babylon,
bashing their hooves on the marble floors of Power,
snorting out the Dance of the War Pigs.
Once again, the People see the Evil of the Banksters.
The Rape of Innocence,
the Destruction of Pride,
the Crushing of Hope,
the Corruption of Culture,
all these are Seen now oozing from the Bank.
Once again, the People feel the Lash.
WAR! WAR! DEATH! AND HORROR!
Gleefully chanted,
Whores continually urging,
Life, Liberty, recanted.
The Vision of their Cult Empire emerging.
Once again, Flesh bleeding,
the People rise to throw off the Burden.
Once again, Pain prompting,
the People wake.
Once again, the Battle is uptaken.
Once again, the Bank, the Enemy, is defeated.
Once again, the People Rebuild, and Rejoice.
Once again, We Pray, Let This Cycle Finish It.
Once again.
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https://rumble.com/vxvzgd-the-fall-of-cabal-is-here.-babylon-is-burning.-.html
”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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