(Originally Posted June 27, 2011)
I woke up this morning and read an article on commondreams.org about two men who were sentenced this past week for crimes they'd committed: one was a corporate CEO who had played an instrumental role in an ongoing fraud that ultimately swindled unsespecting home buyers to the tune of 3 BILLION Dollars . . .
The other was a homeless black man who robbed a bank of $100. When the teller offered more, he refused. He just needed $100. The next day, his conscience got the better of him and he turned himself in.
The CEO, living in the plush world of Northern Virginia, was given a 3 year sentence. The other, from a far different geographical stratosphere, Shreveport, Louisiana, was sentenced to 15 years in prison.
http://www.commondreams.org/further/2011/06/24-8
Somehow, this seems to, in a very dramatic and succinct way, sum up what has gone so terribly wrong within the United States :(
Friday, August 26, 2011
Death Letter Blues
(Originally Posted June 22, 2011)
I am doing more and more work with past lives lately so, by default, I have spent a lot time thinking about death.
It is kind of an interesting subject.
Really, in order to understand life, understand the hows and whys, I think it is kind of important to take a peek behind the curtains of the Great Beyond. As a clairvoyant and "remote vewer", I spend a big part of my day trying to see things in the "future", so why not point the lens towards what happens after we pass?
In fact, I do meditations many times where I slip into such a deep space, sliding away from breathing, shutting the motor down, slowing the pulse, slowing it all . . . down . . . and thus, as a result, I am, quite literally, pushing myself through the walls "between", sort of a re-birthing in reverse.
It is not for the meek or faint-hearted. It is, quite literally, a "trip" but 30 plus years of intense meditation has given me some of the best tools possible for making this journey. In order to "jump" between life and death, I have to push the envelope quite a bit -- it is the only way I have been able to slide into this space where I can, for instance, describe places as a remote viewer while driving home in rush hour traffic on the highway.
My mind has this "picture in a picture" thing that I doubt many people have -- but I do. I bring all this up to give you some idea as to how I have come to believe what I am about to tell you.
I believe, very strongly, that there is a divine essence -- call her God, Goddess, Nature, Pure Energy, Cosmos . . . whatever name rolls off the lips -- that permeates everything. We can see this, in a modest way, in the whacky world of quantum physics but then we are but simple creatures stumbling along in the palace with only a match and a short stick.
I also believe that (somewhere) there is a world that looks like ours, that feels (in some rather remarkable ways) like ours, where our soul essence (a small holographic slice of the totality of the divine essence) stops and "sits for a spell" in that in-between breath between one mortal coil and the next . . . 'cause I believe, too, VERY STRONGLY, that we slip in to a new suit of clothes in the same way, pretty much, that we step in to a new life, wrapping the skin and bones and muscles around us, with that new car smell, off to new adventures, new movies in the mind, that we can replay lounging around the world of the Spirit later on.
That's what it is, ya know . . . a chance to take pictures to play over again in the divine world of the spirit -- a game, but a game with a purpose, a chance to smell and taste and love with all our might, to rev the senses UP, to belly up to the smorgasboard of experience, to sample the beauty of love, of sex, of magical levels of accomplishment, tempered with drastic bungee jumps of the spirit in to states of despair, loss, a wild roller coaster ride but one amusement park passes into another, a century passes, a new life begins, and ends, and begins again.
There is no end -- death is a recall, a chance to trade the old Buick in for a new Lamborghini, or an '82 Yugo -- depending on one's needs and from that standpoint I make my choices, "buys me ticket" . . . knowing, as I do (in the ways in which one can possibly, truly know anything) that I will circle round this way once more and all my past triumphs, all my past failures, are but a day in the life . . . a chance to experience something magical.
Believing that life is magical is a choice, an attitude. It is the attitude I take towards this wild ferris wheel of ups and downs and to the extent that one can ever really enjoy one's time, I try hard to live fully awake, with no fears.
Not that I am totally fearless; of course, that's not true. But, still, many of the things that pass for supreme importance in the day to day tick tock world don't matter to me in quite the same way as, perhaps, they do others. I can walk in to the light of past lifetimes, castles, pretty girls, nights that were magical in some particularly magical way.
I see this not only for myself but for others, too. For example, in this particular lifetime, I know my "car" has some super fancy extras and I don't want to trade it in just yet. My turbo is rockn and I want to ride on down the road a few more miles before I turn off the key for the last time.
But my jolts in to death's realm, languidly rolling in the wild berries of her wisdom, has shown me that there is no fear "there", rather a beautiful respite and soon, from that magical world, the itch will once more need scratched and then my soul will fly through space/time into a new little body and the ride, once more, will magically begin.
I am doing more and more work with past lives lately so, by default, I have spent a lot time thinking about death.
It is kind of an interesting subject.
Really, in order to understand life, understand the hows and whys, I think it is kind of important to take a peek behind the curtains of the Great Beyond. As a clairvoyant and "remote vewer", I spend a big part of my day trying to see things in the "future", so why not point the lens towards what happens after we pass?
In fact, I do meditations many times where I slip into such a deep space, sliding away from breathing, shutting the motor down, slowing the pulse, slowing it all . . . down . . . and thus, as a result, I am, quite literally, pushing myself through the walls "between", sort of a re-birthing in reverse.
It is not for the meek or faint-hearted. It is, quite literally, a "trip" but 30 plus years of intense meditation has given me some of the best tools possible for making this journey. In order to "jump" between life and death, I have to push the envelope quite a bit -- it is the only way I have been able to slide into this space where I can, for instance, describe places as a remote viewer while driving home in rush hour traffic on the highway.
My mind has this "picture in a picture" thing that I doubt many people have -- but I do. I bring all this up to give you some idea as to how I have come to believe what I am about to tell you.
I believe, very strongly, that there is a divine essence -- call her God, Goddess, Nature, Pure Energy, Cosmos . . . whatever name rolls off the lips -- that permeates everything. We can see this, in a modest way, in the whacky world of quantum physics but then we are but simple creatures stumbling along in the palace with only a match and a short stick.
I also believe that (somewhere) there is a world that looks like ours, that feels (in some rather remarkable ways) like ours, where our soul essence (a small holographic slice of the totality of the divine essence) stops and "sits for a spell" in that in-between breath between one mortal coil and the next . . . 'cause I believe, too, VERY STRONGLY, that we slip in to a new suit of clothes in the same way, pretty much, that we step in to a new life, wrapping the skin and bones and muscles around us, with that new car smell, off to new adventures, new movies in the mind, that we can replay lounging around the world of the Spirit later on.
That's what it is, ya know . . . a chance to take pictures to play over again in the divine world of the spirit -- a game, but a game with a purpose, a chance to smell and taste and love with all our might, to rev the senses UP, to belly up to the smorgasboard of experience, to sample the beauty of love, of sex, of magical levels of accomplishment, tempered with drastic bungee jumps of the spirit in to states of despair, loss, a wild roller coaster ride but one amusement park passes into another, a century passes, a new life begins, and ends, and begins again.
There is no end -- death is a recall, a chance to trade the old Buick in for a new Lamborghini, or an '82 Yugo -- depending on one's needs and from that standpoint I make my choices, "buys me ticket" . . . knowing, as I do (in the ways in which one can possibly, truly know anything) that I will circle round this way once more and all my past triumphs, all my past failures, are but a day in the life . . . a chance to experience something magical.
Believing that life is magical is a choice, an attitude. It is the attitude I take towards this wild ferris wheel of ups and downs and to the extent that one can ever really enjoy one's time, I try hard to live fully awake, with no fears.
Not that I am totally fearless; of course, that's not true. But, still, many of the things that pass for supreme importance in the day to day tick tock world don't matter to me in quite the same way as, perhaps, they do others. I can walk in to the light of past lifetimes, castles, pretty girls, nights that were magical in some particularly magical way.
I see this not only for myself but for others, too. For example, in this particular lifetime, I know my "car" has some super fancy extras and I don't want to trade it in just yet. My turbo is rockn and I want to ride on down the road a few more miles before I turn off the key for the last time.
But my jolts in to death's realm, languidly rolling in the wild berries of her wisdom, has shown me that there is no fear "there", rather a beautiful respite and soon, from that magical world, the itch will once more need scratched and then my soul will fly through space/time into a new little body and the ride, once more, will magically begin.
For Entertainment Purposes Only
(Originally Posted June 18, 2011)
I believe that soon, in fact very soon, the laws and regulations surrounding psychics, astrologers, alternative health practitioners, etc. will become a bit like a noose surrounding the necks of those who might rock "established" systems. It would not surprise me to see laws enacted, and actively enforced, to curtail psychics and all who practice some form of "fortune telling" or alternative "healing".
Since I am a fairly well-known psychic, this (of course) concerns me but c'est la vie, one must deal with the ways of the world as they unfold. I have been called many things but, and this is something I take a great deal of pride in, unlike many in this field, I have never really had to deal with being called a "fake".
But all my "street cred" and page upon page of endorsements may not matter all that much in the months ahead. The good, the bad, the in-between -- all will soon find themselves in the same sinking ship. I am throwing this thought out there to my brothers and sisters in the field as I do believe this day is moving slowly, but surely, towards our collective doorsteps.
I took the step just moments ago to add the standard disclaimer "For Entertainment Purposes Only" to my website. My advice to you all is to do the same. I am not sure why this thought jumped in to my head so forcefully but it has. And I have learned to trust my instincts.
I believe our worlds are about to change. We, of course, are not going away -- and with the proper verbiage we can still effectively practice our craft. Normally, our work would be protected under the First Amendment -- as "free speech" . . . but I am not convinced that will continue to be an effective argument going forward.
I think it may soon be a bit of a sticky wicket. Sad, but -- I also believe -- the truth.
I believe that soon, in fact very soon, the laws and regulations surrounding psychics, astrologers, alternative health practitioners, etc. will become a bit like a noose surrounding the necks of those who might rock "established" systems. It would not surprise me to see laws enacted, and actively enforced, to curtail psychics and all who practice some form of "fortune telling" or alternative "healing".
Since I am a fairly well-known psychic, this (of course) concerns me but c'est la vie, one must deal with the ways of the world as they unfold. I have been called many things but, and this is something I take a great deal of pride in, unlike many in this field, I have never really had to deal with being called a "fake".
But all my "street cred" and page upon page of endorsements may not matter all that much in the months ahead. The good, the bad, the in-between -- all will soon find themselves in the same sinking ship. I am throwing this thought out there to my brothers and sisters in the field as I do believe this day is moving slowly, but surely, towards our collective doorsteps.
I took the step just moments ago to add the standard disclaimer "For Entertainment Purposes Only" to my website. My advice to you all is to do the same. I am not sure why this thought jumped in to my head so forcefully but it has. And I have learned to trust my instincts.
I believe our worlds are about to change. We, of course, are not going away -- and with the proper verbiage we can still effectively practice our craft. Normally, our work would be protected under the First Amendment -- as "free speech" . . . but I am not convinced that will continue to be an effective argument going forward.
I think it may soon be a bit of a sticky wicket. Sad, but -- I also believe -- the truth.
The Root of it All
(Originally Posted June 15, 2011)
All true power comes from the root chakra; it may display more potently in other ways, but the engine driving the other cars on your train is powered by the balance (or lack thereof) of your first chakra. Without a strong sense of self, a strong healthy sense of sexuality, of physical AND emotional balance, one cannot really tap in to the true beauty of the upper realms.
Like Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs, without first integrating the power of the first chakra, the other areas of one's life will always, at some level, be less than ideal. To manifest most effectively this evening and walk in the cosmic light of this magical eclipse, do something to awaken and connect to your core being.
Trust your instincts . . listen to the subtle rhythms swimming around you, step into your power as a physical being . . with needs, desires.
Trust the voice(s) you hear. Trust yourself.
All true power comes from the root chakra; it may display more potently in other ways, but the engine driving the other cars on your train is powered by the balance (or lack thereof) of your first chakra. Without a strong sense of self, a strong healthy sense of sexuality, of physical AND emotional balance, one cannot really tap in to the true beauty of the upper realms.
Like Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs, without first integrating the power of the first chakra, the other areas of one's life will always, at some level, be less than ideal. To manifest most effectively this evening and walk in the cosmic light of this magical eclipse, do something to awaken and connect to your core being.
Trust your instincts . . listen to the subtle rhythms swimming around you, step into your power as a physical being . . with needs, desires.
Trust the voice(s) you hear. Trust yourself.
I'm not a Medium but I am Extra Large
(Originally Posted June 7, 2011)
Every time I do call in shows and someone wants to talk to their grand-mother or their late Uncle Waldo, especially if there is a "real medium" on the show with me (like Allie Cheslick, Pam Nine, Barbara Mackey or a host of others), then I politely walk over to the punch bowl and sit that dance out.
It's not that I can't see old Aunt Petunia, it is just that, for many reasons, I choose not to read from that vantage point. What Allie does is fantastic. I love watching her do her "thang" . . . but, for me, I refuse to go there.
One of my "specialties", if you will, is "past lives" . . . I see a trail of incarnations like the train on a wedding gown, dragging along behind whomever I might choose to read. I can slip in and out at various points along that "karmic continuum" and, for me, it is very real.
Death is also a real thing; for me, perhaps a little "too real" based on the multiple strange and early deaths that have followed me, like a B Movie tape loop, most of my life. It is because of that continual brush with death -- and my own rather unique ways of tapping into a "higher" (or lower) consciousness -- that I have refrained from working as a medium . . . 'cause, trust me, I can do it.
Over the years, I have (whether through repeated traumas to the psyche or some divine gift -- who knows) discovered that I can slip in and out of the space/time "trap" and frolic in other dimensions, other worlds. My work as a remote viewer "confirms", I think, that I am not "totally" delusional . . . (because if I wasn't so accurate at what I "do", then I would be forced to accept the conclusion that I had, indeed, gone "round the bend") . . .
To paraphrase Dali, "the only difference between a madman and me is that I'm not mad" . . .
and so, trust and cynicism . . . they do their own little song and dance together.
I choose to live my life in a fish bowl, a magician who dares the universe to hide the rabbit, and pulls it out of the hat anyway. I am a gambler -- and I have lost, big time, more than once.
But Death, with a capital "D" . . . I know it, taste it, roll on the floor with it. I can go there and actually DO go there, quite a bit. I have chosen (for whatever reason) to live with Death as my little help mate, to use my VIP status in the Palace of Death to sneak behind the cosmic curtain and look up Destiny's Dress.
You can't handle my truth -- but I water it down enough to tell you. Aunt Petunia is a hologram, a scrapbook we can tap in to, but she's already gone, off to other bodies, other worlds. It is because of my belief in the higher realms of the soul, the multiplicity of existence(s), that I choose "not" to be a medium.
Because, for me, the world, my vision of the world, is simply too big.
Every time I do call in shows and someone wants to talk to their grand-mother or their late Uncle Waldo, especially if there is a "real medium" on the show with me (like Allie Cheslick, Pam Nine, Barbara Mackey or a host of others), then I politely walk over to the punch bowl and sit that dance out.
It's not that I can't see old Aunt Petunia, it is just that, for many reasons, I choose not to read from that vantage point. What Allie does is fantastic. I love watching her do her "thang" . . . but, for me, I refuse to go there.
One of my "specialties", if you will, is "past lives" . . . I see a trail of incarnations like the train on a wedding gown, dragging along behind whomever I might choose to read. I can slip in and out at various points along that "karmic continuum" and, for me, it is very real.
Death is also a real thing; for me, perhaps a little "too real" based on the multiple strange and early deaths that have followed me, like a B Movie tape loop, most of my life. It is because of that continual brush with death -- and my own rather unique ways of tapping into a "higher" (or lower) consciousness -- that I have refrained from working as a medium . . . 'cause, trust me, I can do it.
Over the years, I have (whether through repeated traumas to the psyche or some divine gift -- who knows) discovered that I can slip in and out of the space/time "trap" and frolic in other dimensions, other worlds. My work as a remote viewer "confirms", I think, that I am not "totally" delusional . . . (because if I wasn't so accurate at what I "do", then I would be forced to accept the conclusion that I had, indeed, gone "round the bend") . . .
To paraphrase Dali, "the only difference between a madman and me is that I'm not mad" . . .
and so, trust and cynicism . . . they do their own little song and dance together.
I choose to live my life in a fish bowl, a magician who dares the universe to hide the rabbit, and pulls it out of the hat anyway. I am a gambler -- and I have lost, big time, more than once.
But Death, with a capital "D" . . . I know it, taste it, roll on the floor with it. I can go there and actually DO go there, quite a bit. I have chosen (for whatever reason) to live with Death as my little help mate, to use my VIP status in the Palace of Death to sneak behind the cosmic curtain and look up Destiny's Dress.
You can't handle my truth -- but I water it down enough to tell you. Aunt Petunia is a hologram, a scrapbook we can tap in to, but she's already gone, off to other bodies, other worlds. It is because of my belief in the higher realms of the soul, the multiplicity of existence(s), that I choose "not" to be a medium.
Because, for me, the world, my vision of the world, is simply too big.
A Vision
(Originally Posted June 4, 2011)
Watched videos of the fatal shooting of a Native American woodcarver just walking down the street by a Seattle policeman. It reminded me of something I wrote four years ago about my "vision" of policemen in the "future" :(
(Originally Posted: September 19, 2007)
Rather than give a high-level picture of my "vision" of the future, I want to first give my "opinions" as to some current issues impacting what I believe is likely to happen going forward. Be forewarned, though, my picture of the future--at least the American future--is not all Mom and Apple Pie and Manifest Destiny. I think things here are going to be just a little bit "stressful".
So, first things first: 9/11.
I think this is the dividing line, the Rorschach for the inner state of America and Americans--did the planes knock down the towers or was there something more sinister at work?
That is THE question and how one answers it says a lot about what they are likely to do and think going forward.
Here is my "likely 9/11 scenario".
1) I believe the towers were brought down by internal explosives. I could MAYBE be persuaded Towers One and Two fell down because of the fires from the planes but there is NO WAY building Seven was anything BUT a controlled demolition.
The Pentagon raises some interesting questions--the main one being: "where is the fucking plane?" We can go on from there, too; why is the lawn still perfectly green, why hide the videos from around the area, how could ANY pilot, much less a hack trained on a prop plane and video games at Chuck E. Cheese's, make those maneuvers in a plane so big, how come the hole doesn't show evidence of the wings hitting the building (hey I watched "Who Framed Roger Rabbit") and on and on and ON.
Norad--how come the Air Force didn't intercept these planes? I guarantee you if you get in a plane tomorrow and fly it over the Pentagon you will have company pretty damn fast.
And all the weird comings and goings in the Towers in the weeks leading up to 9/11 PLUS all the insurance money PLUS the fact that the Towers were old and in need of a very EXPENSIVE make-over . . . well, you get the point.
I am a Truther. The official story is ridiculous but hey if you must believe it, you simply must and not much is likely to change your mind.
But . . . even with all the evidence, literal or conjectural, both current and sure to come forth in the future, I don't think any of that matters because I think the powers that be are already firmly in place and nothing any of us can do will change it. Bush is not going to get impeached, no one is going to let the flaming cat out of the bag, the lies and distortions will continue. Period. It is too late to do anything about THAT.
2) The Patriot Act and all subsequent legislation was drafted and ready to roll. All that was needed was a "Pearl Harbor" like event to help do the bait and switch and push it through. I called the bill almost the day I learned of it "The Gestapo Bill" and that, pretty much in a nutshell, is what I think of it.
To enforce the Gestapo Bill one really needs . . . the Gestapo . . . and so I would expect two things to happen more and more in the days ahead. Police Officers will have a distinct military, Special Forces "kick your ass" attitude (and probably the pedigree to support it) and the use of force will kick in like never before.
Intimidation, brutality, arrests for trivial shit--welcome to the U S of A. As more and more thugs and psychotics get jobs (since the standards are likely to change as to who gets hired to be a policeman) then the chances of violence and harassment will go up. Just watch an old movie about Germans attacking Jews or Gypsies or Communists on the streets of Berlin in 1937 and you'll see what I think is going to happen.
And that IS what I think, too.
3) Every time a new "enemy" needs to be subjugated then expect a new, smaller more compact (i.e. less expensive) 9/11 to precede it. This is a very dark time and likely to get much much worse.
As the need to bomb Iran and start a whole new wave of murky Blackwater dealings revs up I think it very likely that an internal "split" begins to appear in both the fabric of American life as well as the internal psyche of many Americans. In a time of madness it is perfectly legitimate to expect many of us to, literally, go mad.
Fear is a terrible thing, especially when you're not quite sure what EXACTLY to be afraid of.
****
Prophecies for the future: Nostradamus, The Mayan Calendar, the Hopis, et al consistently point to a cleansing period leading up to a rebirth—the end of the ego, the end of history. I think the next five years are going to be just that—a big ass colonic to the world.
Rivers rise, the earth shakes, the winds blow and blow and blow, cold today an oven tomorrow weather that is just plain STRANGE. Creatures that were everywhere a few years back will vanish, the eco-system will attempt to restore balance, and that "balancing act" will make for some interesting times for all of us trying to "control" nature in order that we might continue to live comfortable, predictable lives.
Mother Nature is bigger than you and me and if she sees some of us as fleas on her back then she is more than capable of shaking us off.
*****
Neither a borrower nor a lender be—especially if the one holding your marker happens to be China. I think the US is likely to start getting a lot of collection calls from all over the world pretty soon and it is almost certain that those calls are going to be placed on speed dial to the "average" American who will be asked to step up and foot the bill for the excesses of the super-rich who caused this mess in the first place.
It will be harder and harder to buy homes and therefore people on the bubble, expecting rising equity to save them, may have some hard times ahead. Even the token lowering of the interest rates is (to me anyway) a biscuit given to the dog after the evil master kicks him. Oh thank you thank you for this scrap—a designed game, like a crap game, with odds favoring the house, a game you might win but odds are greater that at the end of the day the house will end up holding the pot—the one you would like to piss in but can no longer afford.
*****
The wars will continue, killing innocents will continue, half truths and flat out lies will continue and the world will fall further and further down the rabbit hole to hell. I believe the primary issue for all of us going forward is how do we react to all the killing and destruction that is being driven by leaders of our own country—the country that was once the light of the world.
This is a spiritual crisis, more than anything and the only thing (I believe) that matters is how we deal with the spiritual side of our lives.
A respect for the earth, a respect for all people no matter where they come from or what color they are or what language they speak, and a respect for one's self. It is too easy to hate one's self when staring at so much violence and bigotry and falsehood.
In a time of madness it is OK to be slightly mad but the trick, I think, is to try to find the spiritual core to balance that out. Love is the answer and right now we live in a time of hate and that hatred will only get worse as more and more things TO HATE appear before us.
I joked last night about my new invention: "The Armageddon Alarm Clock", set to go off six hours before the end of the world—so that we can all repent and pray for forgiveness. Some of us may have a longer list than others but I think six hours should HOPEFULLY be plenty.
But honestly the best course of action for all of us going forward is respect and love for one another. Tolerance and forgiveness and love, that is what is most important. The world is spinning out of control—fast. All we can do is right our own ship the best we can and showing a respect for the earth, for God, and for one another is (I think) a good place to start
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=snWWpKtpuZM&NR=1
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5mvLw2ksPz0&feature=share
Watched videos of the fatal shooting of a Native American woodcarver just walking down the street by a Seattle policeman. It reminded me of something I wrote four years ago about my "vision" of policemen in the "future" :(
(Originally Posted: September 19, 2007)
Rather than give a high-level picture of my "vision" of the future, I want to first give my "opinions" as to some current issues impacting what I believe is likely to happen going forward. Be forewarned, though, my picture of the future--at least the American future--is not all Mom and Apple Pie and Manifest Destiny. I think things here are going to be just a little bit "stressful".
So, first things first: 9/11.
I think this is the dividing line, the Rorschach for the inner state of America and Americans--did the planes knock down the towers or was there something more sinister at work?
That is THE question and how one answers it says a lot about what they are likely to do and think going forward.
Here is my "likely 9/11 scenario".
1) I believe the towers were brought down by internal explosives. I could MAYBE be persuaded Towers One and Two fell down because of the fires from the planes but there is NO WAY building Seven was anything BUT a controlled demolition.
The Pentagon raises some interesting questions--the main one being: "where is the fucking plane?" We can go on from there, too; why is the lawn still perfectly green, why hide the videos from around the area, how could ANY pilot, much less a hack trained on a prop plane and video games at Chuck E. Cheese's, make those maneuvers in a plane so big, how come the hole doesn't show evidence of the wings hitting the building (hey I watched "Who Framed Roger Rabbit") and on and on and ON.
Norad--how come the Air Force didn't intercept these planes? I guarantee you if you get in a plane tomorrow and fly it over the Pentagon you will have company pretty damn fast.
And all the weird comings and goings in the Towers in the weeks leading up to 9/11 PLUS all the insurance money PLUS the fact that the Towers were old and in need of a very EXPENSIVE make-over . . . well, you get the point.
I am a Truther. The official story is ridiculous but hey if you must believe it, you simply must and not much is likely to change your mind.
But . . . even with all the evidence, literal or conjectural, both current and sure to come forth in the future, I don't think any of that matters because I think the powers that be are already firmly in place and nothing any of us can do will change it. Bush is not going to get impeached, no one is going to let the flaming cat out of the bag, the lies and distortions will continue. Period. It is too late to do anything about THAT.
2) The Patriot Act and all subsequent legislation was drafted and ready to roll. All that was needed was a "Pearl Harbor" like event to help do the bait and switch and push it through. I called the bill almost the day I learned of it "The Gestapo Bill" and that, pretty much in a nutshell, is what I think of it.
To enforce the Gestapo Bill one really needs . . . the Gestapo . . . and so I would expect two things to happen more and more in the days ahead. Police Officers will have a distinct military, Special Forces "kick your ass" attitude (and probably the pedigree to support it) and the use of force will kick in like never before.
Intimidation, brutality, arrests for trivial shit--welcome to the U S of A. As more and more thugs and psychotics get jobs (since the standards are likely to change as to who gets hired to be a policeman) then the chances of violence and harassment will go up. Just watch an old movie about Germans attacking Jews or Gypsies or Communists on the streets of Berlin in 1937 and you'll see what I think is going to happen.
And that IS what I think, too.
3) Every time a new "enemy" needs to be subjugated then expect a new, smaller more compact (i.e. less expensive) 9/11 to precede it. This is a very dark time and likely to get much much worse.
As the need to bomb Iran and start a whole new wave of murky Blackwater dealings revs up I think it very likely that an internal "split" begins to appear in both the fabric of American life as well as the internal psyche of many Americans. In a time of madness it is perfectly legitimate to expect many of us to, literally, go mad.
Fear is a terrible thing, especially when you're not quite sure what EXACTLY to be afraid of.
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Prophecies for the future: Nostradamus, The Mayan Calendar, the Hopis, et al consistently point to a cleansing period leading up to a rebirth—the end of the ego, the end of history. I think the next five years are going to be just that—a big ass colonic to the world.
Rivers rise, the earth shakes, the winds blow and blow and blow, cold today an oven tomorrow weather that is just plain STRANGE. Creatures that were everywhere a few years back will vanish, the eco-system will attempt to restore balance, and that "balancing act" will make for some interesting times for all of us trying to "control" nature in order that we might continue to live comfortable, predictable lives.
Mother Nature is bigger than you and me and if she sees some of us as fleas on her back then she is more than capable of shaking us off.
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Neither a borrower nor a lender be—especially if the one holding your marker happens to be China. I think the US is likely to start getting a lot of collection calls from all over the world pretty soon and it is almost certain that those calls are going to be placed on speed dial to the "average" American who will be asked to step up and foot the bill for the excesses of the super-rich who caused this mess in the first place.
It will be harder and harder to buy homes and therefore people on the bubble, expecting rising equity to save them, may have some hard times ahead. Even the token lowering of the interest rates is (to me anyway) a biscuit given to the dog after the evil master kicks him. Oh thank you thank you for this scrap—a designed game, like a crap game, with odds favoring the house, a game you might win but odds are greater that at the end of the day the house will end up holding the pot—the one you would like to piss in but can no longer afford.
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The wars will continue, killing innocents will continue, half truths and flat out lies will continue and the world will fall further and further down the rabbit hole to hell. I believe the primary issue for all of us going forward is how do we react to all the killing and destruction that is being driven by leaders of our own country—the country that was once the light of the world.
This is a spiritual crisis, more than anything and the only thing (I believe) that matters is how we deal with the spiritual side of our lives.
A respect for the earth, a respect for all people no matter where they come from or what color they are or what language they speak, and a respect for one's self. It is too easy to hate one's self when staring at so much violence and bigotry and falsehood.
In a time of madness it is OK to be slightly mad but the trick, I think, is to try to find the spiritual core to balance that out. Love is the answer and right now we live in a time of hate and that hatred will only get worse as more and more things TO HATE appear before us.
I joked last night about my new invention: "The Armageddon Alarm Clock", set to go off six hours before the end of the world—so that we can all repent and pray for forgiveness. Some of us may have a longer list than others but I think six hours should HOPEFULLY be plenty.
But honestly the best course of action for all of us going forward is respect and love for one another. Tolerance and forgiveness and love, that is what is most important. The world is spinning out of control—fast. All we can do is right our own ship the best we can and showing a respect for the earth, for God, and for one another is (I think) a good place to start
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=snWWpKtpuZM&NR=1
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5mvLw2ksPz0&feature=share
Let then eat parking meters -- uh, I mean cake
(Originally Posted June 2, 2011)
Since I was once a contract executive for Enron, the man who, literally, wrote the Disaster Recovery Plan for Enron (yes yes, tis true), I know a little about privatization.
Privatization (the private sector's way of making a buck on things you think your tax dollars already pay for) is, and has been, the big ideological push for the past 15 years. Soon most things we take for granted as public services -- like schools, parking meters, fire departments, food stamps, etc etc -- will be run by corporations . . . a conservative wet dream, about to happen.
However, even though this little "shock doctrine" plan seems to be working, my prediction is this tide will soon, quickly AND dramatically, reverse !!
This has been orchestrated, overtly since 2001, to rob the poor to pay the rich . . . Robin Hood gone bad. The old Grover Norquist quote: "I don't want to abolish government. I simply want to reduce it to the size where I can drag it into the bathroom and drown it in the bathtub" is coming to pass.
This is a sad day for those of those of us who feel a kinship with the earth and our fellow earthlings. Money and business, which -- to me anyway -- have thrown us in to a fiscal hell, are the loudest voices in town.
But they're not the only voices.
Soon, very soon, there will be an uprising in the United States and across the world. A populist, progressive voice -- weak at first, but growing stronger day by day -- that will speak louder than "big business".
This uprising, this collective "voice" is, of course, my hope.
But -- and I think I have the "street cred" and past history to support me that my viewpoint on future events quite often comes to pass -- it is also my "prediction".
I see it happening. Truly, I do :)
Since I was once a contract executive for Enron, the man who, literally, wrote the Disaster Recovery Plan for Enron (yes yes, tis true), I know a little about privatization.
Privatization (the private sector's way of making a buck on things you think your tax dollars already pay for) is, and has been, the big ideological push for the past 15 years. Soon most things we take for granted as public services -- like schools, parking meters, fire departments, food stamps, etc etc -- will be run by corporations . . . a conservative wet dream, about to happen.
However, even though this little "shock doctrine" plan seems to be working, my prediction is this tide will soon, quickly AND dramatically, reverse !!
This has been orchestrated, overtly since 2001, to rob the poor to pay the rich . . . Robin Hood gone bad. The old Grover Norquist quote: "I don't want to abolish government. I simply want to reduce it to the size where I can drag it into the bathroom and drown it in the bathtub" is coming to pass.
This is a sad day for those of those of us who feel a kinship with the earth and our fellow earthlings. Money and business, which -- to me anyway -- have thrown us in to a fiscal hell, are the loudest voices in town.
But they're not the only voices.
Soon, very soon, there will be an uprising in the United States and across the world. A populist, progressive voice -- weak at first, but growing stronger day by day -- that will speak louder than "big business".
This uprising, this collective "voice" is, of course, my hope.
But -- and I think I have the "street cred" and past history to support me that my viewpoint on future events quite often comes to pass -- it is also my "prediction".
I see it happening. Truly, I do :)
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