I don’t know. Did I already mention that last night’s Scorpio/Taurus Full Moon/Total Lunar Eclipse sat right on my own Moon at 23° Taurus? (Unfortunately, it was cloudy and rainy here, so no visual.) What I noticed about myself all day yesterday, was that, at this advanced age of 79, I feel personally integrated, Sagittarian Sun and Taurus Moon together. No longer am I at all split between my philosophical, lift-off-the-planet-and-flyaway home Sun and my earthy, grounded, nature loving, sensual, embodied Moon. Both are fully present, internally, and reflect externally, in this Green Acres Permaculture Village experiment that seeks to inspire others to do the same: imagine a transformed way of life within the built environment of the American suburb, including, as our motto puts it: “building community from the ground up.”  In other words, imagine this tiny philosophically infused living experiment — which combines individualism (capitalism) and community (socialism), conscious and unconscious, mind and body, soul and soil,  indeed the integration of all seeming opposites as paradoxes, i.e., growing points — as one viable template for the future. A utopian future that we humans create, out of our intensely fertile, unbounded imagination; one which is therefore, utterly divergent from the technocratic, AI, robotic, transhumanist dystopia — or worse —  that seems to be galloping towards us.

Two timelines (and their variants). Which one we personally and collectively make real depends on how fully and expressively we dare — to both dream, and to make our dreams come true, NOW.

Okay. So, two days ago, I was weeding in one of our gardens with a young man who says his thinking has changed so much that his parents are denigrating him as a “conspiracy theorist.” Oh yes, I responded, that’s what happens when we begin to question any of the endlessly repeated official MSM narratives. I let him know when that phrase got going as a putdown to anyone who dares to begin to think for him or herself.

Speaking of which . . .

Martin Geddes, a person whose thinking process I find intensely interesting and informative (I discovered him on twitter, before he was cancelled), and who, I feel, is decidedly on the side of the Good, has just described his own reluctant journey into becoming a “conspiracy theorist.” Focusing on three “puzzling” historical events/processes, he eviscerates mainstream palaver with his critical acumen and willingness to connect the dots he finds into an overarching perspective while remaining open to new ideas. Furthermore he points out that, in each case, the absurdity of the lie “is a feature not a bug.”

His concluding paragraphs:

9/11, Apollo, Covid — three collective insanities among many more. The last decade has been very strange for me. Once you see that “normality” is a madhouse, you cannot unsee it. The failure of one part of the psychosis to entrap you leads you to questioning more and more, and finding ever greater parts of the “consensus reality” to be built on lies, and become alienated from those who want to believe fabulous fairy tales. Slowly I have come to understand how these mass hallucinations actually work.

Firstly, the absurdity and chutzpah of the lie is a feature, not a bug. Once people have widely accepted the manifestly impossible, they have an unconscious internal shame at being subjugated. What matters to them is “common knowledge”, which is what they believe that other people believe. As social creatures it is seen as being more important to belong to the crowd, than to be dangerously isolated and ostracised.

Secondly, pointing out the problem provokes a hurt ego in the deceived. A self-reinforcing system of social policing keeps the lie alive, lest anyone’s pride be hurt. Those who questions the narrative and raises the anomalies are ignored, dismissed, or ridiculed. Over time the falsehood becomes more entrenched; the longstanding nature of the lie is evidence for its legitimacy.

Thirdly, our society is not welcoming of dissent and dissidents. Censorship is implicitly celebrated when those who point out the popular delusion are silenced. The terms of respectable debate put the lie out of bounds. Curiosity, open-mindedness, and fallibility are given lip service, but a narcissistic culture renders them impotent as forces in mainstream society.

I hope me sharing my own “conspiracy analyst” journey is illuminating for others. I have learned to care little about the vigorous opinions of people who have not examined the data, suppressed their need to be right, or confronted the possibility of evil at work. I am expecting these three enormous lies (and many more) to be exposed in time, and the truth doesn’t need anyone to defend it — including me.