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).
The fun continues. This morning puppy Shadow and I were walking by a small business that invites customers to stretch and exercise together to music with a leader. Mostly older women, outside on the sidewalk. Shadow and I detoured into the street in front of them as I broke into a big grin. Lots of them grinned back. I spontaneously broke into my freakish “crone break dance” routine, to general laughter and applause. Went on for about half a minute. Everybody not only happy, but enlivened. YES!
Right now, I see my “job” as to ignite sparks of aliveness that, at this point in our astonishing timeline that brings us into unification, lie only barely buried in even the most fearful of souls.
Meanwhile, John Cowan (who wrote the Letter to the Archbishop of Seattle that went out by snail mail late last week — no word (yet?) back from anyone official) sent me a Clif High video that I hadn’t yet seen. The Fourth War and the Fourth Turning is a doozey. Clif talks about “4th generation” warfare, which includes his claim that those who had the moral high ground (because everybody beLIEved in the old paradigm they represented) no longer do. That the moral high ground has shifted to the truth tellers, and those in the legacy media know it — which is why they seem so antsy and easily crushed on air, like CNN’s “medical expert” who for some strange reason consented to let Joe Rogan rip him apart online. As Clif said, Joe Rogan, with millions of followers (more in one podcast than CNN in a week!) is a four-star general, he’s the Patton of our side in World War Four that doesn’t involve opposing armies killing each other with nasty weapons, but features “irregular” warfare, an Information War spouting spontaneous, sporadic, messaging on social media, podcasts, videos, etc. by whistleblowers and other truthtellers. The longer the info war goes on, the more the normies wake up, the less the populace is divided, and therefore the less likely the war will turn kinetic. (This is also Juan O Savin’s viewpoint. See any number of his interviews.)
Clif’s video reminded me of truth-teller John Cowan: thanks to his impassioned letter, the moral high ground has now shifted from the Catholic Church hierarchy to a single individual in the Archdiocese of Seattle. Shades of Martin Luther! —

— his single act so momentous that it resulted in a split within the then monolithic Catholic Church. But John’s letter, to me, portends a much deeper split, that between all “church” structures (visible and invisible) which pretend to mediate between the sovereign soul and the divine — and instead, bow down to politics, and, in this case, with murderous consequences.
At this point, we know that we are uniting in our resistance to the old paradigm. And they know it too, which scares the hell out of them.
All man-made church structures, visible and invisible, whether Christian, Jewish, Islamic, Buddhist, or whatever, cannot hold a candle to the divine blazing within the sovereign human soul. That’s where authentic power resides, inside the beating heart of each of us, which, when open, accesses and expresses the ever-flowing LOVE that fills and fuels the universe.
At some point, Clif starts talking, on this and other videos, about a single event that will be so momentous that, in one fell swoop, it will erase the past from everybody’s minds. By which he means, especially for those who are still normies, an event so shattering that they will be forced to wake up to the fact that everything they believed in is false. This crash, he says, is likely to either involve or drastically affect the MSM, since it’s been the propaganda arm of the deep state, telling people what and how to think for generations. Likewise, he says, academia, which is also dead, with more and more waking up to the fact that they can educate themselves and don’t have to spend years being indoctrinated in school which puts them into debt without appropriate jobs waiting. Within ten years, he says, we will see a huge number of “auto-didacts” pursuing their passions, and coming up with innumerable creative approaches to the ongoing onrush of new problems that continue to pop up as the structural underpinnings of our civilization crumble to dust. (Think Pluto in Capricorn!)
He says he doesn’t know what the nature of this extraordinary event will be, but that it is “coming within the next two weeks” (that video was done on October 15). So the end of October. Just prior to All Soul’s Day (Halloween) followed by All Saints Day? On October 30, when Sun exactly squares Saturn? (Think karma.) And Mars enters Scorpio? (Think revenge. More on that later.)
But: he says “within the next two weeks.” Which might mean that the event has already happened. Might it be the Joe Rogan interview, he asks? Possibly. How about a perp walk for Michael Obama? — he asks, as another example. Then, there’s Durham. Or, how about Pelosi’s bullshit January 6th investigation? Here’s DJT’s incisive comment on that, today, sent by, I assume, himself as usual in hilarious disguise as il Donaldo Trumpo.

Or, it might it be the fact that DJT is now set to unroll his own internet presence, thus bypassing the MSM completely! But according to X22 Report yesterday, that isn’t due to roll out until March 2022.


For more on the significance of this roll out, here’s Brian Cates. And here’s the Mars in Scorpio revenge . . .

— and that includes, he says, buying up and replacing the hierarchies of all MSM outlets.
Aha! And it looks like Trump has just been reinstated on twitter? Check this out . . . Trump starting to take over the media might very well be the “event.”

Oh, but wait, how about a perp walk for “Saint” Fauci! Now that would be an event that would resound through the ages as millions (billions?) of vaxxed folks are forced to wake up to the fact that Faux-ci wants them dead. Remember, however, that he too is likely a puppet of even higher evil ones . . .

Just as I was about to wind up this post, I got the perfect ending emailed to me, from Reader Rose:

No matter how dire our imaginings, as well as our readings of his-story, remember that we are now in the birth throes of Our Great Awakening, and that nothing, but NOTHING will stop humanity from fulfilling its divine destiny as we shed ourselves of the plots of those who have been trying to do us in for who knows how many thousands of years.
This is the end of the old movie.
This is the beginning of the new movie.
On our way home from our morning walk, this time on the wooded hilly trails at nearby Griffy Lake (I have to keep a colorful vest on puppy Shadow, otherwise, I won’t see him: his fur the color of tree bark) —


— I came across a bumpersticker, tasteful and simple, white lettering on black background
But Did You Die?
Loved it. Decided to get one for my car. Went online . . . geez! Where have I been? And, I ask, what demographic is buying and plastering this message on their cars? And why is this the very first time I’ve seen one? (And why don’t I see one online as simple and tasteful as the one I saw on a car bumper in the neighborhood?)
https://hutsfrankandangies.com/best-but-did-you-die-bumper-sticker/
This bumpersticker struck me powerfully, especially given what I had decided to do for today’s post, something on the phenomenon of impermanence . . . .
Why? Because, this morning, within one minute of sitting down to my usual carefully prepared breakfast, including my chai tea elixir with both collagen and reishi powders added to the first portion in my special mug which I have treasured for years, and from which I gratefully drink three or four full elixir mugs every single day . . . yep . . . my very special and very full, loaded-with-nutrients mug fell off the side table, and broke, precious elixir flowing and splattering everywhere underneath table, chair and lamp post.

While my just-toasted gluten-free glutino muffin loaded with ghee, homemade pesto and avocado with sides of blueberries, cut up apple and brazil nuts waited forlornly, I spent the next ten minutes cleaning up the mess. Gross.
Then, I left everything in the already dirty kitchen sink —

— while we went for our walk, and came home to But Did You Die?
Obviously not. And actually, while mopping the floor I was already internally laughing at my own territoriality, my sentimental attachment to a few treasured objects, my habit-bound persona that values daily routines so much that I thoroughly resented both losing the mug, the chai elixir inside it, and my regular early morning breakfast time in my special chair sitting silently with local newspaper plus I-pad before anything else happens.
All these qualities in me I ascribe to my Taurus Moon, mirrored by puppy Shadow, also with same territorial attachments — to his bones, bed, routines, and he was born a Taurus!
This entire scenario is all so very alien to my questing Sagittarian Sun/Ascendant Mars that it’s like a joke. Just as life itself can turn into a hilarious joke, at any moment, for this other, larger, more powerful aspect of my embodied being.
Meanwhile, we souls, who are embodied on this 3D earth, are all, until we consciously notice ourselves, time after time, SUFFERING. Remember the Buddha’s first two “noble truths:”
As the foul plandemic grinds on and on, having startled some awake, and cudgeled others into deeper sleep by the inconvenient — and for travelers, small businesses, small children, anyone forced to wear a face diaper, and now the poisoned “vaccines”! — life-denying interruption of old routines, habits, attachments to the point where we could not help but discard many of them in favor of new ones, new routines which themselves are liable to get interrupted at any moment, and we know this now: “they” are going to try to keep this global MK Ultra psy-op that has captured all but those who think for themselves in a seemingly eternal F.E.A.R. (False Evidence Appearing Real)-based nightmare as long as possible; indeed, long enough for them to bring in their long planned Great Reset and New World Order which will, by then and by design, have “culled” most of us from the human population through death by vax or other means, and made slaves of the rest.
But: It’s not happening, folks. They aren’t going to make it. Their timing has been set back too often now.
Re: timing. Please see this current clif high Chrono Woo video.
Too many of the vaxxed are waking up to how they’ve been scammed, and some are beginning to take measures to offset what’s already been done to them, and are certainly NOT going to submit to any boosters.
Oh, but why not? You can mix and match them now! You don’t even have to take the same booster as your original one or two shots! Isn’t that cool?

Can you believe the audacity, to think that even the formerly asleep among us would appreciate being “allowed” to mix and match?
Wow, does that mean that they’re all the same, actually? Or maybe just equally poisonous, and “pick your poison”? And/or might it mean that they’re all on each others’ boards, in each others’ stock portfolios, controlled by the same deep state apparatus that sprang them on us in the first place?
“Oh who cares? Leave off your questioning. You don’t know what you’re talking about. Just keep taking boosters, every six months” — until dead.
That bumper sticker really rings out, doesn’t it?
But did you die?
Or maybe: But did you die YET?
You might, unless you begin mitigation measures, including, for me, Vitamins C, D3, zinc, and chaga mushroom. Add in some C-60 and NAC. Get some Ivermectin if you can find it for humans. Otherwise, keep the vet type in the fridge, just in case you get sick from anything which we used to call the flu, or a cold, but now is always known as (now some variant of) the big bad COVID.
And for Pete’s sake, please get plenty of sleep, physical exercise, and nutritious food!
BTW: I just made a liquid that will substitute for HCQ (hydroxychloroquine), and am recommending it for the other two households here. Easy to make, one tablespoon prophylactically per day. Ramp it up if you get sick. Recipe: three organic lemons and three organic grapefruits. (Or any two types of citrus). Peel, and put only the peelings in a crock pot with about a quart of water. Cover. Slow cook on “fast” for four hours. Let cool completely before removing the cover —because when hot, the quinine escapes the liquid. Keep the quart jar with the liquid in the fridge.

All these mitigation measures also help dispel any (immune system compromising) stress caused by FEAR you might encounter within yourself, the result of being already vaxxed, or, like me, surrounded by vaxxed folks who shed spike proteins — all of us still immersed in thick, roiling MSM’s fear-driven currents that are still trying desperately to rule the airwaves. Besides, if you do get sick, you certainly don’t want to go to the hospital, where the CDC has given instructions to treat patients with Remdesivir, which ruins the kidneys, and then hook them up to a respirator. This protocol kills 85% of the people who endure it.
So yes, they did die.
And about once a week I see, in the local paper, an obit for the “sudden unexpected death” of a young person. For example, today, a 47-year old man. My question always: was this person vaxxed?
Death IS in the air. And it will increase during the coming Dark Winter. But none of us has to go that route. The only thing necessary, whether vaxxed or not, is to truly take charge of our own health. Each of us. You’ll be amazed at how this single empowerment spurs others — both within our own ensouled self, and as a shining example in this quickly awakening world.
”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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