(My) MASTER PLAN: Uranus Returns to put my life in perspective

September 25, 2025

See last post.

Well, I “got myself back together” overnight. Sorta. Kinda. Not easy to do when  interruptive, volatile, crazy-making transit Uranus is still sitting exactly upon its 1°36 natal position in fact-scouring, dual-natured, indecisive, restless, insatiably curious  Gemini.

Just Sitting there. For the first time since I was born, on December 19, 1942, at 8:02 AM CWT, in San Antonio TX, I’m being invited to enter a way-larger-than-ever-before bounded spacious presence! The last, and much smaller, bounded spacious presence I looped into for the very first time was Saturn, at 30, and then again at 60, and in a few years, yet again at 90.

This every-84-years Uranus Return is so very long that most most people never live long enough to experience it. So I do feel grateful.

And, right now, utterly overwhelmed! Indeed, I feel intensely fortunate that my decades-long daily practice — two hours of physical culture — four mile walk, yoga, chiking, taichi — are so thoroughly ingrained within my material being; were they not, I would likely have already either died in a car crash, or fallen down my steep basement stairs, or else gone completely crazy! And I mean truly crazy. Disconnected from any sort of reality. To the point where I might have not even realized that I was here or there, in body or out . . .

Uranus Return, exact since late summer, will be moving in and out of exactness (with a months-long dip back into Taurus next year) through March 2027! Uranus is currently jiving also in a harmonious and exceedingly rare three way configuration with two other outer planets, Neptune (plus Saturn) and Pluto, all of which just happen to now be nearly exactly configured with their counterparts in my own chart. No wonder I’m feeling like a clownish looney, immersed in a deep invisible etheric realm, swaying to and fro, propelled up and down, moment by moment by moment.

Oh, and, can you believe, I just noticed!  Transit Jupiter right now is only one degree from its 7th every-12-year return to its natal place at 23°04 Cancer! Even so, likely due to caution during Uranus Return, I decided NOT to drive or fly down to Louisiana for a wonderful sister’s funeral in early October. After a long, dreary battle; for months now she has wanted very much to let go, and yet her body kept clinging . . .

Despite the pull of original family (three younger sibs are flying in; two others have just undergone knee operations, so cannot go; one died earlier), plus just-deceased sister’s numerous children and grandchildren, I chose instead a larger (though less intense) Cancer consideration: have been invited to be on a panel discussion at the second annual gathering of intentional community compatriots across Indiana.

 

Even so, the incessant Gemini curiosity has sucked me into sharing the heartbeat of this compilation, today.

First, a typical local offering, about how we human beings, “close-up and personal,” are generally not only considerate, but caring. If we just take the trouble to look around us, soul to soul, this kindness exists everywhere.

For example, this morning, as puppy Scampi and I were returning from our walk, about a block away a new neighbor drove up into his driveway and stopped. Then, quickly opening the door, as his tall body was exiting, asked: “Was your dog the one lost yesterday about a block away? A little dog, looked much like yours, but wet, shivering, miserable.” When I assured him it was not Scampi, he then replied that another neighbor, thank goodness, had taken charge of the situation. Good!

I invited him to get on the list to attend our twice-monthly Green Acres Community Dinners, the next one being this evening! Though he’s busy this time, he quickly folded his tall body back into the car, found a piece of paper and pen, and wrote down his name, email, and phone number. Likely, he’s Indian, or Pakistani.

Next, from focus on the tiny, wondrous, heart-opening mundane, I invite you to expand into a gigantic extraordinary perspective. This post, to me, illustrates what younger generations are capable of, a kind of complexity in their thinking process that way overwhelms mine. Perhaps we oldsters are actually leaving the world in good hands as we die off. This makes me wonder, of course, about my own grandchildren, Kiera (25) and Drew (23); both are utterly thriving in their utterly unique lives, tackling projects and pursuing goals with perspectives and skills none of which existed when I was young, and frankly, are utterly beyond my capacity or comprehension.

Me, I’m still back with blogger Steve Beckow, almost my age, whose posts I usually find myself both understanding and agreeing with. (He was the one whose posts spurred me to get started as a blogger, back in late 2011, with exopermaculture.com.)

 

So I say to myself, “Relax, Ann. Your job is done.”

I need to throw up my hands and let go of any claims to left brain logic and intuitive reach into the divine, except concerning my own living, breathing, blood-coursing body. My body as antenna for living breathing, oil-coursing earth.

Earth one tiny speck coursing thru the great unknown as mysterious 3I Atlas draws near with unknown consequences. Good, or evil? Light or shadow? Both. Always both, their dynamic polarity coursing thru this all too human heart.

Always, it’s which do we choose? We are NOT slaves to any outside influence.

Each of us is a sovereign soul, at one with all — whether or not we know it!

 

BTW: Check this out. Weird. And what the hell does Devo mean?

Okay okay. Never mind.

Notice that it’s not only oldsters who are having trouble grasping the nature of our ongoing “reality.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

https://www.sunnyskyz.com/good-news/5907/Stranger-Runs-Into-Burning-Senior-Apartment-Building-Saves-Bedridden-Woman

 

 

And You’re Talking About Clones?

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Gobsmacked in the muddled middle of METAMORPHOSIS

September 24, 2025

As much as I would like to do what I said I would do today yesterday, I can’t. My mind, emotions and soul have been gobsmacked. Partly due to the growing complexity that is now overwhelming my original, deeply skeptical, view of the distorted hall of mirrors that attends anything to do with Erika Kirk, much of which I wasn’t aware of until yesterday evening, and all of which could be subject to phenomenological analysis that may instantly “blow it out of the water,” dissolve it into mist, or tsunamically magnify it to infinity.

Because of what I seemed to find out yesterday evening, and then pondered deeply during my usual 2 AM, two hour, wide awake period, I found myself utterly distracted, and I mean dangerously distracted this morning, while driving to the grocery store, and then nearly backing into a parked car while slowly attempting to park my car. My perspective on the lines that are supposed to guide the car into line had warped; I “woke up” to the perceptual distortion barely in time.

This near-accident sobered me considerably. But still didn’t stop me from further pondering. Then I asked my friend Laura (who is 52, BTW, not 42!, one Saturn cycle younger than me, not “half my age”) for advice. She sent that advice to me, and then made it also into a post, which I repost for your consideration.

Have you noticed?

It helped. But not enough to “put me back on (3D) track.” In fact, I think I’ve either jumped the tracks or they’ve suddenly gone underground, leaving me high and dry, and with no 5D track in sight!

Meanwhile, I’m going to take the rest of the day off. And maybe even tomorrow. Maybe not post again until Monday next. Truly, I do seem to be in a liminal period where my brain and consciousness and heart and soul are being rewired, to the point where I can’t trust myself to say anything without wanting to immediately backtrack or else spray it immediately with further questions, warping perspectives, etc.

Or maybe that’s what we’re all going through?

I’ve been personally working with the movement from 3D to 5D dimensional awareness for a long time. 5D is both empathic and neutral, plays with 3D dramas but does not succumb to them. Ever.

Oh yeah? Well, yesterday evening I fell into another “conspiratorial”(?) rabbit hole, and, frankly, still crawling around into its deep, suffocating dark.

They call what humanity is going through “ascension”?

I’d say it’s more like hell — for now.

And Laura’s right. Timelines matter. Which one am I on? LOVE? or F.E.A.R. (False Evidence Appearing Real). Expansion? or Contraction? Creativity? or Cruelty? Empathic communion or Robotic routine. Which one do I prefer to be on? Which one keeps on looping me back down in, like the trauma-bonded addict I morphed into after reading Cathy O’Brien’s Trance Formation of America prior to the turn of the millennium, and taking several more years to truly absorb and process it.

Or maybe I haven’t processed it yet! Maybe the CK extravaganza psy-op(?) got to me! Maybe I’m just a foolish nearly 83-year-old woman, who keeps on “thinking” she can “figure it all out.” (i.e., 3D.) Whatever it is! Fascinating (fake?) apparent conundrums draw me in like a moth to a flame.

Or: maybe I’m still in the chrysalis phase, not yet birthed from worm into butterfly. Else why would I have been so gobsmacked, once again, when, hormonally stabbed awake, I robotically opened my ipad, as usual, at 2 AM?