it’s called a news FEED for a reason, You are being force fed a juicy stew Of engineered ‘news’ and brewed unTruths Because the newcAge zoo runs on Loosh
But I don’t Eat From the hand that serves Genetically Modified Urges And emotional purges
I just chuckle An 8 second scroll unrolls Image after image Meant to unFold Inside the neural nest
Keep eating. Yum yum. At this Point in the Game Every single thing you react to Was baked in an artificial maze To Daze your neural pathways.
The script Is ripping your fiLes Compressed aggression Pretending to Lifes Sudden Happenings.
I am very excited to be making great headway into this project that has been haunting me for a very long time. I have volumes 1 ,2 , and 3 available on Amazon and volume 4 is being formatted and edited now. I’ve spent so much time lately in ocd pursuit of completing up to the 6 volumes from January 2025 back to 1996 of my ‘dreaming back’ narrative of lifetimes writing . The next three volumes contain more writing by far than these three, as I wrote profusely during those years ( trying to stay sane 🧐)
I’ve done almost nothing else lately, so many hours into these just in the formatting and editing and rereading and all the rest. Reading thru 200 pages several times double checking for missed mistakes 😂 whole new appreciation for this process but I’m a little bit obsessed and am making good to my vow to complete the publishing of the whole series thru volume 6 by the time Jupiter leaves Gemini. The chart for this one is amazing too.
We must plant seeds at the right time for them to bear fractal fruit of beauty: I have lived my entire adult life with the astromythographical mirror of magic at my side, what an amazing gift we have at our disposal of we only learn the Languages of Life and Light🌟🔥🌟 Aquarius Electrical Impulse of Light and Awareness Opposed Leo Fiery FireLight of Warmth and Action and HeartBlood.
My north and south node are Leo/Aqaurius exact conjunct my MC/IC axis. To bridge the Heart and the Mind………as my Mercury ( communication/mental processing:language/writing/expression) sits exactly atop my Ascendent (Scorpio….the Psyche,deep insight/penetration/life death sex mysteries of existence, the deep dark of descent) and opposing Chiron( the wound, the gift we bring forth from that wound, the antenna, the area of healing the existential drama) that sits on my descendent in Taurus ( the body, the senses, Form, the roots, the inner values and substance of our being, the flesh). The modern rulers of those four signs are exactly conjunct….Sun/Uranus in Scorpio first house, and Pluto/Venus in Libra 12th house. Mercury straddled between the two. The psychopomp that travels between the UnFormed(12th underworld/unBeing) and the Formed(1st Self/Being). The Jester, the trickster in the liminal space. The Fool must come Full Circle around the circle of the zodiacal wheel..::earning its degrees by the decree that Life Must learn to Feel the Real.
Yes the fixed cross I am fixed to the cross Bearing The weight Of tearing fate From the forms I create As a testament To Destiny… Alchemy….. Burning the dross To make way For the best of Me
The strangest thing is, how quickly one part of the herd attempts to silence another part of the herd, as soon as that part of the herd attempts to understand something from another perspective.
It's knee-jerk.... It's almost malicious, almost like a dopamine kick ....
The moment a person questions 'what they are told' ... ( regardless of their exact question or their current standpoint)... This flock of vehement vultures descend to rip the tatters of flesh from the face of the Issue At Hand.... Demanding the Insolent Questioner to crawl back into the warm comfort of their ConsciousnessControlledCave.... So the Virulent InterNet InQuisition can ImPart the imPosition of the Accepted Ideas and Ideologies and keep the Chaos of Confusion Safe in its Cozy Little Cage, where Curiosity has been Castrated and Laid to Rest.
Actually it's not so strange, the Range of most Herds is preArranged by the Gates and the Shepherds that Lie in Wait....
The Irony that so many get terribly Defensive when they are called the Herd, in relation to Words that Infer a Reality at Variance from what is Preferred by their Neurological DisPosition..... And yet their Insistence that 'Herd Immunity' is a Resistance against disEase , justifying Injection of Conjecture that threaten the Whole Structure..... in that case the Self Implied Herd TagLine can be used without assumed Abuse of their Intelligence.
It's a strange Paradox this Game we are Playing, the only Dragon worth slaying is the one who guards the Gates to the Way In, to the Way to open the I's and Thines and Mysteries of Time. The Polarized Embrace of the Mystic and Mime encases the great Race through this MindField, the maze of days that chaos craves, the fertile ground above the Graves that give rise to Forms of Future Players and slaves to systems and games of hide and Seek with Hands and Feet Tied to cycles that build to climb their way out, by going inside......
It's strange..... Indeed.... The herd. Grazing and awaiting.... kept in check.Mating. Dismayed by Waves in the Field, that make blank the Yield of perceptions of Real Living, while the Wild Raw Primal Claws of the Untamed Soul watches beyond the forest knoll, never safe from the Perils of Life, but Alive in the Senses and unpenned in the Fences of the farmers safe spaces....
The Wilderness of Wonder can only survive inside the hide and skin of the kin of the wide open skies, and the unfettered forests of an Uncaptured Mind.
One more project that at some point will come to fruition. Started many years ago. A collage journey thru every single pregnancy dream from my entire gestation period with oisin. Almost every single night there is at least one dream and sometimes a handful. An entire subconscious multidimensional record of my Psyches Hourney through vast restructuring and opening and wonder and transformation.
Now that I have archived almost thru the year 2015 of dream journals into my computer, and should soon be completed with that enormous project, it will be much easier to arrange and print text. The journal entries from April 2005-February 2006 are immense and have a flavor entirely their own: including dreams of a ‘little blonde boy’ who turned out to be my son 🙂
It’s called ‘ the nervous system is wired differently’ and likely compounded with trauma and suffocating in a ‘system’ designed to stifle. I like to use astrological terms, but whatever the words you use, there are absolutely differences in the way people process information and stimuli and hence how they experience daily life.
Aurobindo would consider it an evolving stage of the supramental body, astrology would call it
‘ heavy Mercury and Uranus aspects speeding up the electrical field along with Pluto creating hyper focus and mars stimulation seeking novelty and new sensory input. Whatever way you choose to speak about it, there are vast differences in how one experiences reality, and by medicating and stifling and pathologizing it, the ‘system’ is attempting to subdue an evolutionary imperative and divert its creative gifts. In every group, even in animals, some are born to maintain the status quo and keep the group stable and safe and maintinging boundaries, while a small
Amount exist to push those boundaries and use the innate curiosity and novelty seeking to engage differently and thus keep the group moving in bounds towards new developments.
And there are all shades in between. Without them all, any species or group would fail utterly.
Especially herd animals.
As a person whose neurological wiring is as described above, and who was and is incapable of existing within the parameters of
‘mainstream society’ in the typical fashion….I thank all the Daimons and sprites and generous souls who have helped me to carve out my own life in a functional way so l can use my gifts and thrive instead of flail. If it weren’t for the very stable and solid and calm friendships who are and have been my rocks thru the years l’d be in a very different place indeed. Blessed beyond measure. The price the individual who is sped up and operating in multidimensional thought waves constantly pays for that nervous system is dear, if one expects ‘peace’ or
‘calm’ from life. But nature knows what she is doing, in pairing the frenzied, manic, exuberant soul with those whom they can inspire and activate and excite and keep fresh, whilst at the same time giving that person those whose calm and gentle and stable presences can help to keep the world from spinning completely out of control. In my experience, the profoundness of being Seen Fully and yet Accepted Completely, has led to a complete re-birth after nervous breakdown and utter dysregulation for many years: what a blessing to see and appreciate all the diverse ways this Universe Plays with Being, Through Us.
⭐️i find it fascinating how each new baited toy Is swallowed whole by girls n boys And the UltraNewMK Vultures dine on Minds As blind Shrines arise in response to the Ploy “ why looky here chief Wiggum, man The suspect had his manifesto on hand… Golly gee you really don’t say? Almost like it was drip-fed straight into the heads Of all the BlueLight Crazed Brains that put Their Belief in these Patsy-stained he said she said Games….. “I’m Lovin It….” As Trumpsters iMage fades from the Drivethru And EasyColi rage trades places in the HiveStew Of scripted bleedthroughs as the stage fades Into the background And the red carpet unravels At the Speed Of Hashtags Unwound….
👁️🤡👁️ 12-10-24
( a mirrored image or an upside down version of 👇 ……………………………………………… I~s are always watching, reading the Scroll... Ever seen the BlackMirror episode 'Hated in the Nation' ? Hashtag Deathto and everyone played along Believing themselves so morally superior And so Liber(h)ated to cause Harm to those Voted as worthy of being Removed From the Hive By the Drone Killer Bees.... But.... It..... Turned.... Out..... That in the end The Joke was on them All of the Ones Who Played Along Hash tagging and bashing And spewing hatred and venom And PolarEyeZing like good little Chess pieces Pawns in the DisEase Tucked neatly beneath the Wing Of the Puppetmasters.... In the End..... They were the Targets.... It was a psychological maneuver to get the BlackHearted Bullies who like to Pretend... To expose themselves To the ?eyes?s of the World Exposing their Bitterness and Fear and Projection and Vitriol The hooked Bait on.Line Spun like a Web of LiveStreams And HiveDreams 'Im one of the crowd....I'm justified in my hatred I'm justified in my Victimhood The world owes me I ought to be coddled and stroked And because I'm afraid I will hurl my poison at any who stand on the other Side Of the Line" And it turns out Both sides of the Line are just mirror Images Lost to one another in the labyrinth So disconnected So traumatized They traumatize others The Black Mirror , the Obsidian Stone The Tech.In.All.Of.We that pulls The strings and watches the Emotional Puppets Sing . Go AHead and Draw your Line Tiptoe and shout and scream from Side to side Of it The ?eyes?s are AllWAys Watching And at the center of the labyrinth .... The only thing you will be battling is the force of your own Fear and hatred and terror Staring back at you In a frightening Minotaur of massive proportion And you will recognize When it's too late ⏳⚖That it is You⌛️⚖
It’s time to go Down Inside Within Echos and grins Of times Long ago Again
It’s time to pull The threads Loose Untangle Heads From Nous That dangles Too close To this
Tapestry
Wrapping me in silken Cocoon Memories Like Maters Milk Born from blood In Tomb Torn from Moon And Madness And trapped Floods In veins That ached to bloom But instead Lay dead In ivory bed Dreaming Of Red
Monsoon
Twisting tendrils Of ancient crimes Broken chimes That signal Doom As Woken slumber Fumbles With moods
Folds number And name Into games Of Me~s & You~s
As Bodies lie bruised Shaken from truth As soul Let’s loose It’s claims Of Youth
“In the context of astrology and alchemy, mercury is the “womb of all metals,” meaning that it serves as both an entry point of spiritual influences and a receptive metal (quicksilver) for transformation. As a god, Mercury makes vitally important connections between worlds and does so on all levels of reality. On the human plane, he works his magic through the skillful use of words. This is not ordinary word play, but eloquence that reveals the deepest meaning of thought. Mercury enjoys that intermediary space between image and symbol, the place where words have not yet been connected to internal thoughts and external senses. The point of this interaction is the ongoing creation, where unconsciousness is made conscious.
This flow of creation erupts into spoken language ,and Mercury is there, alongside King Neptune, to make sure that the spirit has found its way into the world. Hermeneutics, the art of translation, takes its name from one of Mercury’s many images,Hermes.All astute interpreters are well advised to pay homage to Mercury. He is god of language and the one who mediates the transactions between foolishness and wisdom. Winged Mercury hovers about the borderlands of reality. Wherever opposite sides are taken, he is there to mediate the transaction. Should he spy a pocket of inactivity, he can be counted on to stir things up by creating the necessary tension needed to bring conflict as well as resolution. Thus we find Mercury mixing it up with chemicals, between people at the bargaining table, and flying between planets and metals. He is a shape-shifter, a divine thief and above all else, a spirit of the highest order. Mercury delights us with surprise and upsets us with shocking news. If we do not understand his divine function, we will be the butt of his jokes. Understanding that he serves to awaken us to connections we would never have otherwise made is the secret to using his gifts well.
People having a strong mercurial disposition are quick minded, talkative, eloquent and highly expressive. They grasp what other people mean to say even before the words arespoken.Mercury types can therefore adopt the masculine and feminine aspects of either sexed person, blending these differences into perfect harmony. This potential to fuse, blend and harmonize opposites is so prevalent in Mercury that he was believed to be the personification of the philosopher’s stone. “
No no, you See You didn’t take your power back… You didn’t open your fragile eyes… You were drip-fed a sick fetish and left in the bed To cry… Dripping wet with Punishment (salty brine from GovernMent …) …..CunningLinguists dressed for Crime As the dangling Fish Hang from the line Tipping the Scales And working OverTime
You are Just 4Play 4 These WarGames That take place on the MainStage Inside Your Mind..:::.. 4B Programmed Seeds Electromantically engaged In 5G Cages that no longer Bleed HemoHobGoblin Global Mockery With Genetically Modified Pomegranate Seeds
No no, you See You didn’t take your power back… You didn’t open your fragile eyes… You were drip-fed a sick fetish and left in the bed To cry… ….Tied up in knots with lots Of fishing twine Broken Sines … Gushing Waves MK ultra for modern day Slaves Superficially Chaste… Damming the Flow While Damning the Beast (It’s All Just for Show…. Magdalene Knows (the Rose The Rose The Rose Is the True Path You Seek…)
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