This morning I read through the post below, which cites the origins of wokeism in the ’90s — and frankly, I was shocked! This is the first I’ve heard of it. Was I simply “out of it” back then? Or are the increasingly serious consequences of especially the globalist/WEF gender agenda — hormones to children, surgical castration of children —  so dire that the entire society is waking up to woke?

 

 

The Origins of Woke?

 

The cyclical nature of time, so long familiar to me as an astrologer, for whom the cycle of a planet IS its meaning, and the longer the cycle, the larger the meaning, I’ve been struck, in the past few days, while turning some of my old magazine editorials into google docs for archival purposes, how my concerns back then, are the same as now, and furthermore, that much of what is going on now, was going on back then; only then, in the early 1980s, it seems to me that more of us were aware of it. There was actually an Anti-Nuclear Movement back in those days.

Here’s an example, an editorial I wrote in 1983 when publishing Heartland, a peace activist magazine in Wyoming for what I called The Deep West, spurred by Reagan’s desire to put in the MX missile near Cheyenne. Note that the editorial references, back then, what’s going on now with Russia. As Q put it, “future proves past.”

In astrological terms, notice that from then to now is nearly 40 years, a half-cycle of Uranus . . . no wonder the same issue, placing missiles closer and closer to Russia (then the Soviet Union), has erupted again!

A big difference between now and then is also that, despite my most dire predictions, we actually have managed to survive as a species, despite the constant looming presence of nuclear weapons. In another editorial from the same magazine, I wondered how we had lasted so long already (given the human penchant for both mistakes and unbridled aggression), thinking that somehow we were being protected on another level. I was thinking “divine,” but since then I’ve learned to say ET. It appears that visitors from other realms won’t let us blow up the world, as the “fallout” would infect more than just our little dot in the Milky Way galaxy. See the book by Robert Hastings, UfOs and Nukes.

 

 

 

Editorial

LIFE ON EARTH

Heartland #4 1983

© Ann Kreilkamp

 

Welcome to the 4th edition of Heartland and thanks, all of you who sent in both the words and graphics on these pages plus more now filed for future use. And thanks to the money-givers! Two weeks ago we had $8.57 in our account. Then Amy handed us a $150 check and remarked, “There, now you can get to work and this oughta start the rest of it coming in” — and we did and it did, in $9, $12, $15, $20 and $25 checks — enough to put us over the top and pay for this issue (printing and postage = $375).

Yet here I must confess: while a part of me feels thankful and even humbled in the face of our mysterious good fortune, another part of me wonders why everyone in the world — or at least every one of my family and friends — isn’t already pouring all of his or her energies into this critical task of insuring life on earth.

Talking to a clerk in a hardware store in Edgemont, S.D., I ask her how she feels about the 5000-acre nuclear waste dump proposed for her town. “Oh, I haven’t thought about it,” she says, her shoulders shrugging slightly. What strikes me about this woman is not her words but her face. It is calm, untroubled, frozen, dead.

While many Americans may still be deadened, numbed to the beauty, the mystery of life, their numbers are steadily shrinking as Earth’s peoples come alive to their common fate, their common danger. This awakening in Europe has now taken concrete political form, with the emergence of the Green party in eight European countries. Just in time, too. The U.S,. military-industrial complex hopes to sneak Euromissiles (Pershing and Cruise) into West Germany, Turkey and Italy in April, and into Great Britain in August. This beef-up in NATO’s forces is extraordinarily destabilizing. 1) The Pershings take only six minutes from launch to target, thus forcing the Soviet Union to go in a “launch on warning” posture — in which case computers will decide the fate of the earth. 2) Cruise missiles are small and mobile enough to avoid detection, thus destroying any possibility of a verifiable weapons freeze. 3) The Soviet Union has already announced that if the U.S. deploys its new missiles in Europe, Russia will put its missiles near U.S. soil. Another Cuban missile crisis in the offing, only worse: this time we are the aggressors, and after last time, 20 years ago, Russia announced she will never again back down.

Truly, 1983 is the turning point, a hyperbolic curving through spaces which open up as we dare to open our inner eye, dare to feel the pain, the anguish there. A vale of tears, a river, it joins us in common current, it is a roaring, and it will not be stopped.

The smell of a newly-opened rose, and of Thanksgiving’s Day turkey — the howl of a coyote, of a Wyoming wind, of a woman in love — the image in the dream I had last night, it woke me up, trembling, and drew me close for comfort — the unhurried wisdom shining through my just-born son’s eyes, so long ago, the drama of his birth the first of what is now a cascade of miracles — the rush of memory one flutter of a single leaf in spring calls into being once again, just like it did last year about this time — the haunting tones closing down that particularly long and demanding Mozart Sonata for piano solo, a scudding procession of keys, an eerie look into the curve of space — the automatic rhythmic swing of hips, air cold, bracing, shocking lungs this early snowy March morning, love running through your fingertips and into my arm NOW as you speak out sharply, fiercely, against our common oppression — yes, energy is Blake’s eternal delight, pulsing to us and through us in waves, our feelings flood us, they quicken us, awaken us. To life. Life on Earth.