Yesterday’s post revealed my own unconscious biases . . .

September 23, 2025

Note: See last post.

Please do read both Laura Bruno’s two comments on fine points of the astrology of Charlie Kirk and his (apparent) death; as well as former brother-in-law and friend John Cowan’s comment the day before on how both left and right are indeed two wings of same bird, and the agenda is to keep us guessing, and confused; much better to step away and focus on the here and now.

John and I had discussed this situation the day before, having both come across the Katherine Austin Fitts post.

Laura and I, who is not even half my age, are long term friends, though mostly at a distance, and especially connected through our astrological interests, though she is much more interested in all the weird points beyond the usual planetary influences than I am.

But: her post did prompt me to look again at the Charlie Kirk drama.

I then found myself focusing in on my own “take” on his wife Erika, and her public appearances since, including at the Memorial extravaganza, which, reminded me of more a Christian evangelical event and political rally than an actual Memorial.

I did feel that, while dipping into the event here and there and not staying. And so considered the entire extravaganza “staged,” which means, for me, bad, wrong — and, frankly, was and am also concerned about its apparent erosion of the American ideal of separation between church and state, which Thomas Jefferson first brought to the founders attention.

It does seem that “Christian nationalism” is in the offing, no? Not that I have anything against Christianity, or any other religion, but I do question its centrality in more and more political discussions. How about the ancient adage, also called The Golden Rule, “Do onto others as you would have them do unto you.” I.e., the centrality of empathy in daily life. Isn’t that enough? Does that have to be interpreted as a Christian idea? Even AI says no, though this particular AI is likely fed by those of a specifically Christian persuasion. 

In any case, what interests me here is how I was not doing onto others as I would have them do unto me.

I refer here to my extreme, and severe judgment against Erika Kirk.  And what got me there was that this morning I actually bothered to read through, in its (relatively short) entirety, the Epoch Times compilation that arrived in my email.

https://lists.theepochtimes.com/archive/hL9PwF1E6/RontmvJPy/oXZUXiyncTV

This compilation included material about the background of Erika Kirk. And frankly, I was blown away. Blown away by my own ignorance, and my own previous lack of interest in actually widening my perspective on this woman — I just saw her as a beautiful woman who takes advantage of her situation, who uses feminine wiles to ingratiate herself with others, so no wonder she ended up as the new head of The Turning Point.

In other words, I was looking at her through an unconscious personal framework within myself that goes back to childhood, when my mom (bless her heart) wanted  her six daughters to dress well and to be pretty. That’s about it. I rebelled, even back then, said I wanted to live from the inside out, not the inside in.

Unfortunately, my early bias is, I realize now, still operating inside me, and skewing, or unconsciously refusing, in this case, any other way of looking at Erika Kirk (who, BTW, now that I’ve also seen her astrology, is a Scorpio! so no wonder her powerful, controlled, emotionality!)

So the fact that she has been a long-time activist, that she has begun and led movements and projects of her own to bring conservatives together, way before getting together with Charlie Kirk, just never had a chance to enter my awareness, so stubbornly ignorant was I.

When I view her through a wider lens, and the entire movement in general that both she and Charlie were principals in, my unconscious blindness reveals itself.

 

So yes John, I DO need to pay attention to the here and now.

Which, it turns out, parallels my skewed views of the larger drama. The fractal nature of MY reality! For example:

I couple of days ago I was taking photos while two neighbors were starting to put “toppers” on street signs in the Green Acres Neighborhood. That task had been accomplished at least a decade ago, but most of the toppers had been stolen since then, likely by IU students moving out of the neighborhood at the end of the school year.

Okay. So neighbors Mariella and Bill were starting to put the new toppers up (22 signs to go), and I was there, to take photos to send to the city to prove that we were doing what we said we would in order to get the grant for the toppers.

They put up two signs. Took about a half hour, with me taking pictures.

Then I walked home.

Then, a few hours later, I happened to walk down the street and came to, what I thought, incorrectly, was the same corner where we had put up one of the toppers.

 

THE TOPPER WAS GONE!

Instantly, my feverish mind remembered that there had been two fellows lurking nearby, seeming to laugh at our efforts (not easy for a 5’2 woman to go up the rickety ladder, and for the 80-year-old man in charge of the project to hold the ladder for her) . And instantly, in my mind, accused these fellows of going up and stealing the topper as soon as we left.

This accusation I then spread to others in the neighborhood by email.

Then Bill put me straight: that was NOT one of the corners that we had installed the new topper.

OOPS!

My penchant for paranoid judgment, with in this case, the wrong environmental context, had caught me red-handed, just as my paranoid judgment against spectacles of any kind, especially those that blend religion with politics, and even more, my paranoid view of young beautiful women, had been blasted into awareness, big time.

Mea culpa. Mea maxima culpa!

 

Tomorrow I’ll look myself at especially the personal significance for both Charlie Kirk and Erika Kirk, of their outer planet astrology. Both were born during that extraordinary turnover humanity went through, namely the end of the so-called Cold War, ignited by the Fall of the Berlin Wall on November 9, 1989. Astrologically, this event featured a rare conjunction between Uranus/Neptune, and for Erika, and even rarer conjunction between Uranus/Neptune and Saturn, all in the sign of Capricorn. Truly, they were both born during the turn of an age, when Capricorn structures were set to be blasted to smithereens, only awaiting Pluto’s transit through Capricorn, from 2008 through January 2024, and thus including the covid con that blasted our trust in so-called authorities of any kind.

The Turning Point spectacle of two days ago, shows this shift reaching maturity, and about to morph into the truly Aquarian Age, when we can each be fully ourselves, while fully networked with others.

And/or, we can suffer the consequences of that networking, should the technocratic tip-toe capture, not just our bodies and minds, but our souls.

Through religion?

Is this even remotely possible?

Not if each of us lives from the inside out, and that includes processing what comes up to awareness from our own unconscious shadow that automatically projects on others what belongs to the self.

 

ALL THE WORLD’S A STAGE, including the Charlie Kirk extravaganza?!?

September 22, 2025

I return to posting from my recently instituted three-day weekend off, when of course, I was hoping to relax. Ha! Even more than usual, I have found myself roiling, furious, upset, constantly stunned by the enormity of what appears to me to be a tsunamic psy-op of the worst kind, aimed to get us all looshed up.

This cultural/political moment reminds me of the global rollout of the covid con, back in 2020-21, when I instantly found myself unable to go along with the massive global unrolling aimed to instill FEAR (False Evidence Appearing Real).

Same here, though I do find myself wavering more this time. Because Charlie Kirk — who was completely invisible to this nearly 83-year-old until the sudden internet explosion over his apparent assasination, and who, I would agree, after reviewing a number of his speeches, was an extremely bright and historically literate, strong, full-hearted young man whose life purpose included traditional Christian family values to set an example for youth who he was insisting uncover their critical thinking faculties from the indoctrination of schooling.

I’m drawn to foolishly attempting to actually absorb and understand this stunning cultural phenomenon, an apparent American “tipping point” equivalent to the JFK assasination, or the 911 event, that is way way WAY over my head, and yet, as usual, one which I seem to be unable to drag myself away from. Because it’s inside my body. And my body knows.

So here I go:  One more rabbit hole. The curious Alice part of me just can’t help myself. Or can I?

I can’t.

Well, I’d say, yes and no. I am determined to crawl my way out of the rabbit hole each time I go down it.

To me it’s necessary to both know about the insidious perfidy of our current “reality,” and meanwhile, to hold fast to a larger, higher “dimension” where all this broohaha fades into irrelevance, the mere play of maya.

I find that vibration with animals, and plants, and on my daily walks, during my daily practices (yoga, chikung, taichi) — and especially, whenever I greet, and even meet, another, eye to eye, soul to soul. “Strangers” or not, more than 9 times out of 10, for at least one fleeting second, we both dip into that spacious, mysterious zone wherein all the detritus of the material world, all the greed, all the gaming, does not count.

Does not count. No counting within a space that continuously floods and waves and courses through as whispers of the divine.

 

So. Back to the rabbit hole, which, as usual, I allow myself to fall into while attempting to remain centered — or at least, remembering to center myself, whenever emotionality threatens to overwhelm:

In other words, while appreciating the body’s extreme sensitivity to truth and lies, I also aim to take control of at least my own reactivity to any seeming fraudulent external situation with my critical mind.

Both. Both critical, logical left brain with intuitive, heart-centered, gut-biome centered, right-brain. Integrated. The corpus callosum serving to bridge this all-too-human divide within me. For how can I help heal the increasing division within the collective? Answer: I can’t. All I can do is keep on working to center myself within my own dynamic, oppositional, contradictory nature. And to the extent that I am able, I direct myself to express that loving unity into the world. The world around me.

Here, locally.

Okay, here goes, finally; down the rabbit hole.

 

Yesterday’s Memorial for Charlie Kirk, which reportedly captured the actual physical presence of 200,000 people, including luminaries from the Trump administration, and apparently bringing Trump back together with Elon, felt staged to me. Just like the “assasination” felt staged, whether or not Kirk  was actually killed. Whether or not Trump is in on it, or Elon, or any of the 200,000 people present.

Likely most of the people, perhaps even including Trump and Elon, are, even though in on it, also of good heart, aiming to help direct humanity to a prosperous future, while appreciating the extreme dangers of this political moment in time.

Even so, STAGED.

Something is up. And we sovereign souls don’t know what it is. All we know is that, though we can’t help but use our critical skills to try to “figure out what’s going on,” all the time we are being herded — like bleating sheep who keep blathering away about what all sorts of seeming “facts” mean, or whether they are “true,” and who to blame, or to exonerate, or to align ourselves with, or to divide ourselves from — to the technocratic slaughter.

Erika Kirk’s part in yesterday’s extravaganza bothered me just as much as her initial statement did after her husband reportedly died. It’s like this: when I look at her public behavior I want to throw up! I can’t help myself. My gut biome just refuses to accept what my eyes and ears are picking up.

While I — of course! — applaud her Christian understanding of the full implications of Gandhi’s  “an eye for an eye just makes the whole world blind,” her own intensely dramatic behavior did not feel genuine, authentic, to me. She felt like a performer. This was a performative act, meant to capture the hearts of all of us and transform those who want revenge into peaceful citizens.

Well of course! Who wouldn’t want that? What right-thinking (or left-thinking, we hope) person wouldn’t want that, above all else?

To maintain the civic order, or, I should say, to attempt to return to it before all hell breaks loose.

But the disconjunct between my sense of her feminine wiles and her actual words . . . I just couldn’t get over it.

Likely she was attempting to prevent further violence. And she meant it. But the details of her body language and voice intonation, the full-on to me staged emotionality of her “forgiveness” left me feeling weird, off. Something is off.

And it’s often the disjunction between words and authenticity that  leads to violence, war.

Katherine Austin Fitts: