VENEZUELA: Oops! Fire Horse year begins NOW?

January 5, 2026

 

 

Here we are, January 5, three days past January 2, when I last posted, and I was dead wrong. The fireworks did not wait until the official February 17th Fire Horse entrance, nor would they wait until the moment when Saturn and Neptune exactly occupy 0° Aries on February 20. Yep! Fiery Aries jumped the gun, making nonsense also of Clif High’s (excessively left brain, apparently) idea that “breakdown” would precede “breakthrough.”

Because . . . All of a sudden Breakthrough blasted straight through Breakdown. And did so in the early morning of January 3, by the light of the first full Moon of 2026, a supermoon this time (closest approach to Earth), called the Wolf Moon.

. . . hmmm. . . this Wolf Mon doesn’t seem that introspective, does it?  Or if so, then because likely just about everybody on earth connected to the internet (and who is NOT?) succumbed instantly, if only momentarily, to deep shock, curling into the fetal position, stunned, unable to process either the extent of the op, or its constantly enlarging, ramifying, deepening context.

So, yeah, Wolf Moon this year not obviously “introspective,” at least not at first; however, to me, it does feel like  introspection is now ramping up, big time. So yeah, and we all know why.

Venezuela.

This enormously impactful military op took place in the early morning of January 3, with the supermoon lighting the dark sky. (The full moon culminated at 5:03 AM EST). The remains of the Saturn/Neptune conjunction in Pisces, gave “drugs” etc. as the excuse, but in reality, it appears that this was an extremely complex, precise, and exactly timed, even multidimensional, op, possibly even what the Q drops called “the first arrest will shock the world.” Something like that. Or better: “the first arrest will verify action and confirm future direction.”

It appears, if those who cannot help but see global patterns are to be believed, that this op inaugurates the Trump Doctrine (equivalent to the Monroe Doctrine):

I’ve been reading lots of posts by lots of people on the Venezuela op, and here’s one that makes more sense than usual to me:

 

It helps to remember that, historically, everything is always changing, regarding the way silly humans think they can pretend to create boundary lines on top of a living planet and make them stick.

The map, folks, is NOT the territory. Never was. Check this out to see how what we now call “Europe” has undergone mutation over the past 1000 years.

https://x.com/annkreilkamp/status/2007856414014746916?s=61&t=aUBDiSUrvn0aSlRBtZx0wQ

Meanwhile, while part of me remains fascinated, and grateful, at the extreme precision and quickness of the Venezuela op, I’m also, as usual, appalled, utterly appalled, by how we humans seem to be addicted to FORCE as the only way to solve problems. Negative Pluto: power over (mind and body based), rather than positive Pluto: power from within (heart and soul based).

That part of me remains below the surface right now, though when I read Charles Eisenstein’s horrified post, An Evil Omen, it threatened to submerge me into Saturn/Neptune in weeping Pisces all over again. Oh, the suffering, the suffering, that lives just below the surface, making nonsense of all the bells and whistles.

 

 

 

 

Reflections on the day after New Years Day . . . Rose Bowl, Nancy, Saturn/Neptune, Bread and Circuses?

January 2, 2026

My paralyzed, nerve-damaged, nearly-60-year-old son Colin Cudmore held his second holiday event — the first was on Christmas Day— yesterday, New Year’s Day, starting at 3 PM, in his new apartment (since August, after two years in a horrible nursing home); unfortunately, his nerve pain, always 24×7, and unpredictable, was elevated the entire time. However, we soldiered on. Here’s the relevant post, which I published this morning on caringbridge.org.

Look there for the whole story, especially of why he thinks the pain had elevated this time.

I’ll show some of the photos here, with a few comments.

 

Colin’s view of the screen, where four of us were present for the Rose Bowl game featuring IU football, an historic occasion.

Colin’s pain level made him want to not talk (since that ramps up the pain). But he couldn’t help himself, since he’s such an extravert. Here he is with his feet elevated, in the hallway across from his kitchen. Artist Sal on the couch, totally absorbed in the drama.

Also, Colin had rolled from the living room into that position in the hall across from the kitchen so that he could co-direct with Marita the preparation of the barbequed wings for which he had created three fabulous sauces beforehand.

Me? I was folded into the other end of the couch, in part, as always with me and football, wondering what all the fuss was about, though I have always recognized that my “problem” is both the incredible speed and complexity of the game and not knowing the rules! And yet, due to Sal’s tutelege, I was beginning to get an overall sense, and especially to pick up on the extraordinary power and precision of this year’s IU football team. The other team seemed lost in comparison. Final score: IU 38, Alabama 3.

Inside me however, another observation constantly threatened to blur what was going on in the Pasedena Rose Bowl stadium . . .

 

Yes, Bread and Circuses. Is that where we are now, again, and always? on planet Earth?

Oh Ann, forget your paranoid? preoccupations; let go for once! Stop noticing, for example, how criss-crossing chemtrails completely obliterated the sky yesterday morning, and again, even worse, this morning. Forget how the human race is catapulting into a brand-new reality, with its outlines, and scope likely emerging  over the next two years: 2026 to feature mostly breakdown of existing financial, educational, medical, business, media, and other top-down structures, and 2027 featuring breakthrough into brand new — hopefully decentralized, local local local! focus for everyone on planet Earth. Though breakdown and breakthrough will both contribute in both years, 2026 will feature more of the former, and 2027 more of the latter.

See Clif High’s new post, HOLDFAST!, for more on this way of thinking, which to me, feels basically correct, especially when I consider the astrology of what we’re in now, and what’s ahead.

It’s either that, folks, or technocracy, hive mind, transhumanism. The choice between these extremes is utterly inevitable, and if we are to successfully move into the former, at least a certain percentage of us will have to get and remain utterly centered, grounded, and conscious. What percentage? No idea. At least 20%, likely.

Meanwhile, there’s still somewhat of a backwards slog ongoing. A slog that, however, can yield precious gifts of reconnection with others. For example:

On the day before yesterday, New Year’s Eve, I got a phone call from my dear old friend Nancy, whom I’ve known since we were in our 20s, though we haven’t spoken since she visited here from Massachusetts, what was it, ten years ago? Not that we’ve cancelled each other. Far from it. As with other dear old female friends with whom I have spoken at length for the first time during the 2025 Christmas vacation, it was time for Nancy and me, once again, to check in!

And here’s the odd part. The night before I had been awakened from a dream of being with Nancy. I noted then that I would need to call her in the morning. But then dreamy Neptune dissolved that Saturn decision. Not only that, but I didn’t even remember the dream when she was the one to call me the next day! In fact, I only remembered the dream that evening, after we had spoken for 90 minutes.

So interesting, how this ongoing Saturn/Neptune situation in Pisces, working with Uranus in Taurus, is still finding me looping back, and resonating with extremely valuable and impactful personal relationships of the deep past, how they have shaped my body/mind/soul in this long long 83 years of living on planet Earth.

Not much time left before Saturn/Neptune both go into Aries, folks, and begin the ignition process to completely transform life on earth.

Oh, and BTW, I’ve already pointed out that 23-year old Fernando Mendoza, the IU QB, functions as a living archetype for his generation. Beautiful soul, works extremely hard at all that he does, and totally devoted as an individual, to both the divine and to all those with whom he comes in contact. Their “team spirit,” is truly that.

Another living archetype for this new generation is 23 year old Nick Shirley, the independent journalist who just lit up the internet with his investigation into the Somali fraud in Minnesota, that then sent sparks into investigating corruption in other states — Ohio, New York, Washington, among them.

So grateful for these magnificent young ones!

P.S. Just realized that because IU won the game with Alabama, it’s now been catapulted to semi-finals, to play Oregon. Oh geez, when?

Only eight days from now! I guess I’ll have to show up at Colin’s place for that one too. Who knows, if Indiana continues on its meteoric rise, I may have to watch so much football that I’ll actually learn something.