It appears that we’re “out of the woods.” By which I mean, Mars has successfully crossed Uranus without any new wars breaking out, at least in — hmmm. . . I was tempted to say my local area . . .

. . . but then realized I have no idea what’s “really” going on even here in my own neighborhood, given that every facet of 3D materialistic “reality,” large or small, vast or too tiny to actually perceive “directly” with no (obvious) filters with one’s five external senses, seems to have been morphing, dissolving, disappearing, thanks to internet, AI, screens of all kinds, and other fakery.

Which is now being exposed, or sorta, kinda. Cf. the “congressional hearings” on MK ULTRA.

Of course the notion of a congressional hearing is itself a structural frame/process that belongs to the old 3D world of institutions, forms, frames to direct human energy of all kinds, originally meant to be more or less “permanent,” or at least to last for a “long” “time.” And then for us to congratulate ourselves when we reach a certain temporal marker re: any of these frames. E.g. the 3D space/time configuration we “celebrated” during the just-passed “250th anniversary of the U.S.  Declaration of Independence.”

And that’s not even to address specifically human fakery, also rampant. Whatever happened to “authentic connections?” The word “performative,” which I only noticed in common use recently, is one linguistic indicator of the rampant role-playing that has pervaded this culture; since when, forever? I first noticed it when I supposedly turned into a “wife,” for the first time, back in 1963.

An obviously narcissistic image comes to mind: of a young woman walking down the street, holding her phone in front of her face as she walks, so as to “capture” — for herself? For men? other young women? for “social media,” who knows? In any case, performative has replaced personal, fleeting attention has replaced genuine connection.

This is a crone in her 84th year speaking; keep that in mind! The older I get I do seem to be getting more crotchety. The fact that I am only rarely pleased about something I notice in the 3D world is something I’m not pleased about. That’s for sure! My prevailing mood is less than desirable; put it that way.

Okay. But it helps to write it out. As it always did for me. I seem to be driven to share my personal experience with the larger world, something I have done forever, in one way or another. The essays I wrote beginning especially in 1986 when I got my first computer, so that the keyboard could keep up with electrically flowing ideas (Uranus in Gemini opposite Mars in Sagittarius!). These essays and e-book essay collections are gradually being transferred to my literary archive, tendrepress.com. They nearly always reflect on the larger meaning of personal experience, contextualized into larger and larger impersonal cycles of one kind or another. That’s how I was made, apparently; and some would say, including myself: that’s why my soul chose to embody itself on a specific date, time, and place: December 19, 1942, at 8:02 AM, in San Antonio, TX. (Astrologers, see chart here.)

To me, the most important learning from my study of and practice of astrology especially (seeing it as one way of symbolizing the the multidimensional frame/process that seems to govern our lives), has been transform my understanding of linear time and space, into continuously, ever-increasing looping, cycles within cycles within cycles. . . Time and space are curved; together they curl, spiral, the way nature does. No “straight lines” in nature! WE are the ones who create straight lines; WE are the ones who have constructed this four-square “reality.”

Nothing on a 3D “causal” level holds my interest in the face of awareness of continuous synchronistic resonance. As I used to tell clients, and still tell those when they come to me for advice: Follow your own unique path. Do not worry about what anyone else thinks of you. Just be yourself, fully. The universe will thank you for it.

Even better: follow your nature, and nature will take care of you. 

Yes: follow my own natural path too, no matter how increasingly weird, lit by ever-arising synchronicities winking in and out like fireflies.