A word to the wise: when I sit down at this computer, there are times when not only do I not know exactly what words will flow through my fingers (this is always the case), but even, on occasion, in what direction the linguistic current will flow.
Yesterday’s post marked one of those days. And today I realize that yesterday’s post was there to introduce today’s post, which has been sitting here, on my desktop, ready, willing, and waiting, ever since January 2020, just prior to ignition of the great Covid Con psy-op.
It appears that the time for this personal disclosure is now ripe. For it may be that what was formerly merely mine, is becoming ours.

Forward
In April of 2008 I underwent a three-day death and rebirth journey that left me changed. The first day involved a medical diagnosis. The second day involved connecting with those close to me. And the third day? Well, that was the first day of the rest of my life.
The following account went through a number of permutations at various times during the intervening years (mainly because I couldn’t decide just how much astrology to include), and finally (when the astrology I did include ripened) reached its natural closure during this first month of the second decade of the 21st century.
I look back and realize that this three-day journey served as my personal prelude for Act I of the Main Play, when the wrecking ball of Pluto in Capricorn (2008-2023) inexorably and relentlessly dematerializes global financial and governmental infrastructures and exposes the systematic corruption and malevolence infecting many the institutional hierarchies that govern our lives.
I am so grateful for those three days twelve years ago! Had I not been gifted with that journey, I would not now enjoy the kind of changed point of view that allows me to view, with equanimity, both near-term extinction hype and what does appear to be the inexorable and relentless poisoning of our precious air, water, and soil, not to mention the ever-deepening exposure of pedophilia, satanic ritual abuse and worse, blackmailed debasement of politics, religion, academia, medicine, sports, entertainment, the military, mainstream media, and others in high places whom we were taught to trust the most.
Key word, “appears.” Things are not as they seem. I have a sense that, just as the third day in my journey brought about a remarkable transformation, so too, will our collective “third day.” However, this will occur only if a certain percentage of us fully embrace the ramifying implications of both Above and Below, Within and Without.
Ann K
January 2020
”And you? My teacher looked up, his left eyebrow arched, pencil poised. 'I want to do a paper on the concept of time.’” I mumbled, timidly. 'Time?' He sniffed. “I wouldn’t touch the subject. Too difficult.” — AK, 1967
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