I imagine I enjoyed viewing the inaugural festivities as much as anyone, especially focusing in on body language of, between, and among people at the various events. Loved the way cameras panned in and out to especially, faces, of various sections of groups and crowds. Will never forget the sight of gesticulating joyful child Elon Musk standing next to watchful wise old man Barron Trump.
No time today to “bring the receipts” (i.e., point to my sources). Instead, I’ll try to stay with what is likely already embedded within the mass consciousness from the past two celebratory days, full of pomp and circumstance, as the transit of our Sun began to brightly illuminate transformational, death/rebirth transit Pluto, both in Aquarius, with Pluto to remain in that playful, willful, somewhat chaotic sign for the next 20 years. After that long slog through dour Capricorn (since 2008), during which all sorts of traditions and structures began to crack under pressure of secrets unearthed, no wonder we’re collectively, now that we’ve officially made it to the other side (i.e. post-pre-inaugural assasination attempts), we are utterly thrilled to begin to strut our stuff.
Note: the Sun crosses Pluto once per year; Pluto enters Aquarius once every 248 years. So now you understand what the odds are, how this occasion is seemingly no accident of nature, but planned, down to the last detail? Especially since Pluto is now enjoying the joyous birth pains of its first ever Return to the degree it occupied when our nation was born, on July 4, 1776. And yes, Pluto’s American rebirth was, it was bound to be, a long long labor, four or five years anyway, with new perils constantly threatening. And yes, if this inauguration is any indication, the wait was worth it. And yes, the mysterious, enigmatic “future proves past” Q material that got anons, i.e., “digital warriors,” digging on October 28, 2017 turns out to have been spot on: “Future proves past.”
As Wittgenstein intoned, pre-dating Q’s remark by a century: what cannot be said must be shown. In order to ripen ourselves for the required political and cultural transformation, We the People had to endure a protracted hell of waiting, hoping, gasping at upsurging evil . . . freaking, waiting, hoping, gasping at upsurging evil, freaking, waiting — again and again and yet again, symbolized, in the main, by the seemingly impossible battles of one lone iconic figure, Trump the Triumphant.
It sounds like a fairy tale, doesn’t it? And maybe it IS.
And maybe fairy tales are real. Or can become real. Or are archetypes that the human race plays out, over and over again. The hero’s journey. With this time, hopefully, all of us rewired to let go of daddy god and/or daddy Trump and birth our own inner hero. At least that’s the idea. That’s the promise of Aquarius. Individuality. Be yourself! Do your own, weird, unique, inventive thing! Connect with others who are also doing their own thing to do your common thing, locally! That’s just common sense. Common Sense! COMMON SENSING!
Until now, and for what seems like many thousands of years, except in rare cases, like mother/child relationships, our so-called common sense had no senses in common. No telepathic abilities. Yes, confined to our left brains, trained in schools and by tradition and parents to use pre-set (“scientific”) assumptions to connect with external sensation through the use of logic to move “data” up and down through inductive and deductive pipes. Our only connection to the right brain, the brain that is connected to the heart, was through dreams, fantasy, intuition, imagination, art; all of which we thought, with our ever rigorous, “fact-checking” left brains, were either merely decorative, imaginary, or just plain nonsense.
Not nonsense. Not at all. As we shall see . . .
While technocracy may have its efficiencies, and can be easily used to control us, Wild Nature can only be accessed through the right brain/heart. And it is with Nature that we must remain, deeply embedded inside our bodies, themselves serving as antennas for conscious, ensouled Mother Earth, if we wish to “ascend,” together with Her! I.e., not just in the sense of, like spoiled children having befouled one planet, we leave it behind to conquer another (Mars) — but in the much more profound sense of recognizing ourselves, each an immortal soul, as the center point of a mysterious, infinite universe, birthed, bathed, and breathing LOVE, so that Where We Go One We Go All.
In other words, as mere materialists, we are in great danger of splitting the Mind from the Body forever! And therefore, from beautiful Mother Earth, who is not “mere matter!” either, but a conscious being.
Let’s not do that. Let’s connect Heaven to Earth, Above and below, Outside and Inside, simultaneously.
See George Kavassilas, two recent interviews (here and here) with Dr. Michael Salla.
