Last night I lay awake for about four hours, starting at 2 AM (liver time), immobilized by what I can only call anxiety — an emotional state that I often hear about from others (who then pop pills, or gummies, or grab pints . . .), but seldom experience myself. My usual three mile walk early this morning helped, but I’m stunned at the amount of anxiety I do — or did? — seem to be carrying. Or is this anxiety what’s coursing through the collective unconscious right now? I have a feeling that this is so, and it reminds me of the early days of the covid con. That time the massive currents of generalized F.E.A.R. (False Evidence Appearing Real) didn’t stick to me at all, though I do recall it moving through me at times.
(But the financial panic we’re about to undergo is, arguably, MUCH WORSE.)
Given that my progressed Sun and Ascendant, originally in late Sagittarius, have been crawling slowly, one year per degree, for the past 19 years through the psychic, empathic sign of Pisces, insisting that I not only stop my usual fiery push ahead, but truly absorb and resonate with the constantly mutating interstices of Everything Everywhere All at Once, then I should not be surprised. Especially if it’s true that the F.E.A.R. now is even more thoroughgoing than it was during the plandemic! For the ongoing collapse of the western financial system will, of course, yes, impact absolutely Everything Everywhere All at Once.
The prophetic person to whom I am especially indebted is Clif High, whose laboriously constructed, technological attunement to collective unconcious emotional patterns as shown through shifting word frequencies — what he calls “predictive linguistics” — claims that by the final week of this month, then especially during the first week of May, ramping up all through May, and even further, into the emotional peak of what he calls The Big Ugly, reached in June. Not that our collective emotional expressiveness (basically, stunned fury, at having been deceived, downtrodden, ruined, etc.) will peak and then fall off; no, emotional expressiveness will peak, and then remain, he claims, at that sustained level, for many months, even years.
Here are his latest two audios, which he does off the cuff while driving back an forth from the coast of Oregon, to get supplies from a small town for his homestead.
Laura Bruno has now put out a post on the upcoming Solar Eclipse April 19-20, in the final degree of Aries, exactly square Pluto at 0° Aquarius, followed by the Full Moon Eclipse, May 6th, in Taurus. Both eclipses dovetail with Clif High’s timing. Plus, she focuses in on how and when these eclipse degrees will be triggered over and over again for a long time to come. An excellent overview. Grateful.
That final degree of Aries, sliding into the first degree of Taurus, triggered over and over again, indicates that we are now forced to truly begin to rework our sustainment in the material world, over and over again, each time triggered to find yet even more of ourselves to contribute to the whole.
To activate our full selves. To create, in cooperation with others (Pluto in Aquarius), new ways of life that will sustain us for the long run.
As everything everywhere all at once collapses, so do we need to rise, each of us as unique individuals, fully expressive, calling upon the infinite love that fills and fuels the universe to move through us: sovereign souls, at one with all..
Laura’s post:
New Moon in Aries Solar Eclipse ~ April 19-20, 2023
Hmmm . . . just noticed two new posts from Burning Bright, both of which focus on Fear.
Here’s the title of the first one plus an excerpt:
Oh, and I just noticed that last night and today, April 13, 2023, the Sun at 22+° Aries exactly conjuncts Jupiter at 22+° Aries, both of which, then, exactly square my natal Jupiter in Cancer at 23°. And what was I obsessing over last night? Cancerian matters, home life, the human tribe that I live among here, wanting to help prepare us for impending chaos. What should I personally do? — How to ignite the fire that will be required for human survival, and yet integrate that ignition into the warmth of local family, tribe, neighborhood, community?
Not just my question.
BTW: Marita and I decided that for the next we-don’t-know-how-long, we are going to work together in the gardens, and invite others to join us, each morning, one bed at a time; get our hands and feet in the soil, feel the sun on our backs. It’s time. Earth is calling.
This will be my final daily post for awhile. Though I may post garden photos at times.
I need to get myself back where I belong, in my ensouled body (one of Mother Earth’s sensitive antennas) rather than allowing my frenetic, internet-driven left brain to totally drive me crazy! YES.