Over the past few days, Sun has been synching with both Venus and Mars in Capricorn, joined now by Mercury, all of which at least widely conjunct my natal Mercury/Venus and square my Neptune MC. And of course, as usual these days, I didn’t even notice until now.

 

So well, yeah, no wonder I’ve been not just sensing, but actively spreading the pulsing presence as the presence — the current, the real authentic currency — has been, indeed, pulsing!

In fact, according to Elon, we’ve now moved into the (technological) “Singularity.”

Ye gods! What’s the singularity, I, and everyone I don’t know or know asks, secretly afraid — we’ve been hearing about it off and on for months? years? — yes, we cannot help but ask now, what’s the “singularity” — what does it mean to say, for example, that “all timelines are converging, collapsing . . .”

. . . yes, especially we old ones are  asking, our sleepy eyes barely able to open beyond the usual internet fog that keeps even us (or me, at any rate) entrained, entranced, ensconced, in WHATEVER!

Like here. What IS this?

My answer: who cares? Who the fuck even cares anymore who is who, who is good, bad, secretly good or bad, double agenting, pretending, lying, doubled, cgi, masked, cloned, on and on. Reality has splintered to the point where all we can do, if we have been trying like good girls and boys to Pay Attention, so that Maybe We Can Figure It Out, so we can go on . . . Unless I know what’s coming I can’t live on! I have to prepare, gear myself for whatever! — says the traumatized soul . . . and who among us, is NOT traumatized by the ever deepening, stinking rabbit hole past, personal, political, cultural, epochal?

This morning, during my early rebounder and chikung exercises  on my screened-in front porch as dawn was breaking, this figure, heading down the street . . . silent, young — and obviously barely in his body — hunched over, of course, his cell phone, his entrainment device, his entrapment, his substitute for Mama’s nourishing breast.

This vision brought to mind the iconic, ghoulish art piece of gobs of identical “people” walking, hunched over their phones (now called “tech neck” or “text neck.”). (Where is this art piece? Can no longer find it?)

I don’t except myself from this addiction. Though I don’t use my phone that way, I do cling to my ipad, even in the middle of the night, when I wake up and need to fall back to sleep, which I can easily do while “listening” to whatever, droning on and on. Unless of course, it’s truly interesting . . .

Last night, my fairly new Hume Band says I got 8 hours and 52 minutes of sleep; woke up only once! Yay! And it’s true! First time in many moons that my usually feverish brain feels truly, if temporarily, “rested.”

And I’m going to need it, because I sense that today is the day to focus on . . .

The Singularity.

Here’s what one person says about it, and to me, his words felt like a revelation.

https://x.com/tallmetommy/status/2008010784408731651?s=61&t=aUBDiSUrvn0aSlRBtZx0wQ

Excerpts:

Again:

 

In other words, yes, repeated and then some:

Yeah. Bloggers beware. It doesn’t matter what you “think,” or even what interpretation you give to any “fact,” series of facts tied together, and so on. You’ve known this for awhile. Grok and other AIs have taken over left-brained mapping of so-called “reality.”

What does matter now, is the original meaning of the word matter, which stems etymologically from mater,  mother, that which nourishes our souls, the heart and soul of the Earth Mother herself, alive, and in conscious communion with the infinite cosmic divine.

There’s a reason you were born, likely within the past 100 years, into a body on planet Earth. Your body is, or could be, if healthy, one of her extremely sensitive antennas.

Listen to your body, for she knows.

And if not healthy yet, then get that way. Turn the food pyramid upside down, pointed into Earth.

And notice: no processed foods!

Learn, or remember, re-member! — how to prepare real meals with whole foods at home! Eat meals around the table with others!

Not just grab and go. Not just snacking on sweets that lift you up and then crash you down  . . .

https://realfood.gov/

Thank you, RFK Jr., for your service.

And, I have to ask, as the cynic within me threatens, once again, to surface: But will it “matter”?