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Ann Kreilkamp / Ph.D. 83

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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Two Worthwhile Reposts: The One Follows the Other

July 21, 2025

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First from Laura Bruno, her reading for the upcoming New Moon in Leo.

And by the way, I think she’s absolutely right about how the many harmoniously configured fire and air energies are uplifting all who are determined to live harmoniously, offering a brand new creation inside our seemingly collapsing world.

This won’t be a good time for anyone trying to hide or perpetrate toxic things, but it should be liberating and invigorating for anyone looking to awaken and live from a more conscious perspective. If you’ve struggled in your personal life with power abuses, oppression, insidious health issues like cancer, or just a general feeling of malaise, think of this New Moon like breaking glass in case of an emergency. Things can only go so far, but even if you catch them at the last moment, that Grand Trine kicks in to carry the day.

This could be an extremely productive and liberating time–on all levels, but especially with anything involving the future. All the planets are in their new signs until September 1, when Saturn moves back into Pisces for the final round. Feel into the new energies. What do you like and what needs to change? Now’s the time to assess, evaluate, reevaluate, and start acting as if.

We’ve been “acting as if” for a number of years here in Green Acres Permaculture Village. And I must say, this year in particular feels climactic: as if we’re now where we’ve wanted to be all along, living in concert with both each other and the land: Growing Community from the Ground Up. 

Here’s the post I put up yesterday on the greenacresvillage.org site. Fun times. And so much of our current thrust has to do with Elisha, our new garden manager (and new owner of one of the three houses), who instructs us as we learn how to be at one with the way nature actually does do her thing! I’ve always thought of this tiny little paradise as a template for the future. That our entire neighborhood — and suburban neighborhoods everywhere — could transform into neighbors helping neighbors grow our own food. And this year, especially, we are attracting others from within the neighborhood — and beyond — to join us in our weekly work parties.

Mid-July: Thursday Dinner, Sunday Harvest!

Listening to Elisha re: how to sort potatoes.

 

The stinking corruption symbolized by the word “Epstein”

July 17, 2025

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Before I begin this god-awful piece on the stinking corruption symbolized by the word “Epstein,”  remember, in the memorable words of Zach Bush, M.D.:

 

 

Okay, to begin:

Celia Farber, today:

I’m trying to paint a picture, and connect intersecting industries of evil. Stay alive long enough, and they all connect, like a vast interstate freeway, leading into and onto one another, in one continuous frequency of mechanized, virtue signaling sociopathy.

Oh but wait! Let me begin again again! this time with a personal story!— sputters my impetuous Uranian self: 

Yesterday evening, I was in Kroger’s, stocking up on frozen Amy’s Enchiladas (three different kinds). (I visit specific stores around here for specific items, including, besides Kroger’s, Bloomingfoods (spices and sale items), Fresh Thyme (sale items), and, mostly, Aldi! — all within walking distance.)

I heat one Amy’s enchilada package up about once a week, to indulge my one gluten-free, albeit processed meal. Otherwise, it’s fresh, local, all the way, with no seed oils, ans most of it during summer, direct from Green Acres bountiful gardens.

Okay, now that I’ve explained what in hell I was doing at Krogers, yesterday evening I ran into a neighbor at one end of an aisle there, Margaret Menge, a longtime (and now independent) journalist who publishes a wonderful periodical, The Crossroads Report. I love and support all her work, and as she greeted me, mentioned yesterday’s Report that shows evidence that Minnesota’s Governor Walz asked a shooter to kill Amy Klobuchar. WHAT?

Would you kill to be a U.S. Senator?

I then congratulated her for deviating from her original focus, the Covid Con. “Oh, I’m going to go back to it,” she replied.

“Why? It’s so wonderful to follow you wherever your thinking takes you.”

But I’m a “journalist,” she explained, as if talking to an idiot. You just write your personal point of view, but I get evidence to back up everything I do, plus write my posts in a logical order, etc. etc.

She might as well have said that she believes in objectivity. That she can leave her own p.o.v. out of whatever she reports on.

Which, is, I believe, impossible. Everything coming from a human brain is inescapably originating from that very specific point of view, gleaned from experiences, memories, specific personal quirks, biases, etc. In other words, there’s simply no such thing as objectivity. (I wrote my PH.D. dissertation in part to back up this claim, back in 1971.)

But we didn’t go there. We just got stuck on the fact that she’s a journalist and I’m not. That her approach is more rigorous than mine. Well, okay.

But as we left each other, to pursue our shopping, I yelled back, humorously: “Let’s fight about this another time!”

“Okay!” she yelled back.

 

Okay, time to start this post again, with that same very personal quote from Celia Farber’s new, and very long, grindingly long, substack that begins with AIDs and goes forward from there:

Epstein Was a Symptom; Can we Cast Off the Disease?

Again:

I’m trying to paint a picture, and connect intersecting industries of evil. Stay alive long enough, and they all connect, like a vast interstate freeway, leading into and onto one another, in one continuous frequency of mechanized, virtue signaling sociopathy.

Now tell me, where is the much vaunted “objectivity” in this highly personal perspective , albeit made possible through Celia’s four decades of journalistic pursuits.

Celia is joined by Jon Rappoport, another journalist whom I follow. Jon has a post up today that mentions Celia, and agrees with her. Note: both of them exposed the AIDs debacle back in the early 1980s.

The spiritually dead rulers are the main event. Celia Farber and I are releasing their story

 

For another, similarly blanket “take” on the Epstein saga, see Joe Lange on X:

It begins:

All the people trying their best to get people to turn on Trump will fail. Again. Epstein is just the “doorway.” Epstein is the doorway to a much larger child trafficking operation involving intelligence agencies, modeling agencies, politicians, the media, the Rothschilds and more.

Okay. That’s enough!

All this exposure of the rot infecting our culture is admittedly painful.

Let us feel our pain fully enough for it to transform into presence.

In short, let us remember, re-member. Let us put ourselves back together again, both internally and with each other

Let us sink below deeply enough so that we may rise high above.

Human brilliance can be used for (devious, greedy, selfish) Evil, or for (compassionate, common, selfless) Good!

Let’s go!

https://x.com/matrixmischief/status/1945169332373266513?s=61&t=aUBDiSUrvn0aSlRBtZx0wQ

 

 

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”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
“The longer we live, the larger, the richer the background against which all future experiences take place, and the more complex and subtle our understanding of our own past.” — AK, 1986, A Soul’s Journey
“To me, the most interesting question about human memory is why only certain events, rather than others, carry a charge. Where does the charge come from?” — AK, 1986, A Soul’s Journey
“At a party, many decades ago, a man whom I had just met burst out, in a tone of wonder: ‘You are the first continuously splitting schizophrenic I’ve ever met!’ I bowed low and responded, ‘Thank you!’”
”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
Ann Kreilkamp

Ann Kreilkamp

Ph.D. 83

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).