Over the weekend, I was internally bothered by the fact that on Thursday I had called Donald Trump into question by referring to Lada Ray’s analysis, which I hadn’t read yet, and decided later not to read.
Not that I don’t want to get and remain “neutral;” but I do feel that her bias is consistently anti-Trump, a position that I am not willing to take, especially in view of the astonishing things that seem to be happening now to take down the more and more obviously ghastly control system that has ruled humans for centuries, seemingly thanks to Trump’s mastery of the financial/political/cultural world.
But then, what will remain?
We’ve got to remember that any government (govern-ment) functions to “govern” the mind.
So, though the global deep state apparatus may be dismantling, what will take its place?
And/or: how far down to the grassroots can we go with decentralization?
Can we decentralize down to me, each of us, ME?
Take responsibility for my own precious life?
Case in point. Over the weekend, I realized that, for me, it’s “touch and go.”
TOUCH AND GO.
What does that phrase really refer to? For me it means either freaking out to the point where I can only “touch down” for a millisecond into the material realm (and frankly, would just rather die, let go), or it means, that I am learning to remain centered in the spacious present, made seemingly infinitely more spacious due to Uranus first return after 82.5 years to the degree it was located at my birth. I always wondered how (more or less) consciously occupying such an enormous space would feel. Now I know. Or, I’m beginning to know.
How much of my current touch and go state of mind is also due to an infection in my jaw, necessitating a root canal of a back left tooth by an expert dentist in Columbus Indiana this coming Friday? Last Friday I finally decided to start the Amoxicillin prescription, just in case. I know that this infection steals my energy. In fact, I’m noticing new knee aches, twinges, etc. that have been festering off and on for years. Up until this point, and that includes my usual 4 mile walk this morning, I can just “adjust to the pain,” while walking and/or “walk it off.”
Interesting: that transit Uranus is not only returning to the 1°36 Gemini position it occupied at my birth, but in the process, it is already also widely manifesting its coming conjunction to the position of natal Saturn at 7° Gemini (This outer planet conjunction a signature of mental contrarians born in 1942-42: Saturn/Uranus in Gemini). Why do I say this? Because Saturn governs the teeth, knees and bones in general. Oh my . . . What came into (Saturnine) form a long time ago; what is due to be interrupted (Uranus) over the next several years . . .
Will I get to the point where I can’t walk it off? Where I can’t even walk? Walking has been my principle healing modality for incipient depression/anger/fury, since I was 17 years old!
TT 2 WALKING and where it leads
So yes, this is not an easy time for me.
And as I say this I know it’s nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to others. Everywhere I look, people are undergoing unusually difficult trials.
However, check out the extraordinary adventure my paralyzed, nerve-damaged, 59-year-old (Saturn return!) son Colin Cudmore and his friends and brother went on this past weekend, as he was moved after two full years (a Mars cycle) from Majestic nursing home to his own apartment in downtown Bloomington! Colin’s extraordinary, long-term process warms my antiquated heart.
Oh, and here’s a pic of the famous hospital bed that he was generously gifted from a woman who took care of her paralyzed 13 year old daughter for the next 38 years . . . A bed that weighs in at 350 pounds, with functions that exactly meet with Colin’s needs and that the Five Guys, all friends of Colin, successfully moved.
