“Saving Trump” a satire

WARNING THIS IS A SCIENCE-FICTION SATIRE

A tall man with a ten-gallon hat sat in a vintage white Cadillac convertible top-down angrily pressing buttons across the dashboard:

“God-damn it!” he yelled.

He opened his flip-phone and punched-in the number one code.

The buxom blonde switched on the flame thrower and was forced backwards, the flame singed the ceiling before she got a hold of the thing.  Aimed it at the king-sized bed and for a few moments she watched fire lick the bed. To her surprise she got turned-on: “Oh.”

“Where is she?” Tex yelled into the air.

She shut it down, lowered the unit and ran down the stairs before she realized her cell phone was buzzing.

“Yeah,” she pressed a button on the phone. “Where are you?  I’ve been waiting!”  She fumed.

The vibrational generator kicked in and the sound of an old internal combustion gas-guzzler revving its engine blared out a little to loudly before it settled down. It went into an idle akin to the actual state of the engine.

“Oh, there you are,” she yelled hearing the rev, “’bout time. I’m coming.”

She grabbed two bags and burst dramatically out the front door. Running, threw her bags into the back seat, climbed in. He floored it out onto the road nearly colliding with a small sports car.

Two fire drones shot over fields of corn towards the house, sirens blazing.

In a few minutes they were out onto the main road as an environmental alarm sounded and the fiberglass roof hummed up and covered them. Fire engines roared passed, sirens a-blaring.

“Where to now, Tex?” Cindy asked excitedly.

“Cin, don’t call me that. We’re going to get the Leader.”

“Sorry Tex, I mean Rocky. I thought you were the Leader, hun?”  she whined.

“We’re all leaders Cindy. But this is about the Mission.”

“Oh yeah, right, the Mission.”

*

A short balding man with a large belly, Joe, a stocky man with long stringy black hair, Lenny, and The Suit, a tall thin nondescript man in a black suit and tie (white shirt) sat around a small table in a basement room amidst hunks of black equipment that was buzzing softly.

“Secure?” Lenny asked as he furtively glanced around the small space.

Joe nodded followed by The Suit.

“Introductions?” Lenny seemed nervous.

“No introductions necessary,” the Suit said flatly. “JK vouched for the two of you. But Lenny, you know the plan and the place or should I say places?”

“There are three places,” Lenny smirked.

“Could say more about the three places?” Joe asked.

“I could, but that’s not why were here, is it?” Sarcasm.

“Lenny’s right. They, the DS is closing in on Him and we have to get Him to safety before its too late,” The Suit said smoothly.

“Wait for it to blow over, then,” Joe said smugly.

“You haven’t read the news? They’re coming for Him.” Lenny

“Right Joe. We need to coordinate with you about the tech. Isn’t that right?” The Suit asked.

“Uh-huh.” Joe.

~

The white caddy and the black step-van pulled onto a long dirt path off a remote secondary road in somewhere in the Southern California high desert, plumes of dust in their wake.

“Shit, would you look at that,” Tex spat out the window.

The shack was half burnt down.

“It’s totally weird!” Cindy exclaimed.

A tall man with a baseball cap strode towards the shack, jerked around in a one-eighty throwing his arms out of their sockets, well – it looked that way.

“Well!” he shouted out in the silence.

The three others, Tex, Cindy, and Vince disembarked while Leon started moving charred boards out of the way. He unlocked the inner door.

“Help me with this,” Leon commanded.

They took the wide heavy tarp and pulled it to the opposite side of the space.

“Clear that crap off,” Leon commanded.  The other three put on heavy-duty gloves and cleared the eight-foot disk of debris and dust. There it was: a cone shaped disk thing.

Leon had a small device in his hand but was frozen in-place.

“Leon?” Vince sheepishly asked.

“Leon!” Tex shouted.

“What? Oh Yeah, on point.”  He placed the electronic pad on the cone and waited. A green light showed. He pressed some buttons and something popped. They had to push the cone counterclockwise which revealed a dark hole down into something.

“Flashlight. Vince?”

“Yeah, here.” Vince handed Leon the flashlight.

Leon and Vince climbed down.

“You guys should wait up there. There may not be enough room down here.”

“Fuck it, we’re coming down,” Tex said.

As soon as Cindy stepped onto the earth floor she said:

“This looks and feels like one of those old missile silos from the ‘50s.”

“Okay,” Leon grumped.

“You mean I was right? I was right, oh – my – God!”

~

“Ouch. How many more of these shots do I have to take?” He asked.

“That’s the last one, sir.”

“Imagine me as The Supreme Leader of the Free World,” DT said. “How much right now all together?”

JK slid him a pad of paper.

“Not as much as I would have thought. I can do a lot better, easy,” DT said.

~

The four of them lingered at the van under the big sign:

I-5 TRUCK AND CAR RE-FUELING and WASTE-RECYCLING STOPALL SERVICES

“I have your word – you’re not going to touch the equipment, right?” Leon said to Tex and Cindy. “Wait a sec. Stay there.”

Leon strode to a long container truck. He spoke with the driver and handed her a wad of cash. Leon gestured Vince to come over.

“What?” Vince.

“I rented Tex and Cindy a deluxe king bunk for them to do-it while we eat and get supplies.”

“This is so – embarrassing,” Vince balked.

“Go get their asses over here and lock the van,” Leon said.

*

 They sat eating two meatless burgers and fries along with some nut-milk shakes in a booth in the back away from the rest of the restaurant crowd.

“You look as if you have a problem.” Vince told Leon. “Are you hearing voices now too?” Vince laughed.

“I’m the psychic-one. You’re the healer, damn it. Are you snooping on me?”

“No, no, I was guessing. You’ve been preoccupied and you slipped into a couple of dissociative states or so it seemed. Can you tell me what’s going on?”

“Well, sure, I guess. As a remote viewer I was never trained in telepathy or clairaudience, so when I heard these voices I didn’t know what to make of them.”

“Were they talking to you?”

“No, nothing like that. They were covertly talking to each other and I was eavesdropping.  I tried looking at where they were but when I did I got a splitting headache so I just continued to listen.”

“Can you tell me what they were saying?”

“That’s what doesn’t make any sense. But I got the sense they were working for the agency.”

“You mean – “

“That’s right, there was a lot of code. Code names for the President, some guy, never heard of him.”

“Obama?  Barack Obama?”

“No. No. I don’t think so.”

“Wow, strange. Do you think it has to do with the Miracle Space you saw on Mount Shasta?”

“Maybe, I don’t know. We’ll see I guess.”

“Don’t you mean that you’ll see?” Vince guffawed.

“Right, right,” Leon chuckled.

A little while later while they were eating some apple pie (made from cloned apples) Vince leaned across the table a bit:

“Can you tell me something?”

“Hmm, what?”

“Is this a sanctioned Op?”

“Its need to know and you don’t.”

“Okay, I can live with that.”

Leon took his finger off the trigger of Sig under the table.

 

28 Hours Later

The US Park Rangers had set up a perimeter around Panther Meadow and cleared all the visitors, all three of them. Tex, Cindy, Vance and Leon waited near to the space where it was supposed to happen. They waited from before dawn to near sunset. Tex and Leon set up lights as the daylight faded and Vance spread out some warming sticks.

All but three rangers left. The three were carrying automatic weapons and were not really rangers, but Leon’s people.

The mountain rumbled.

“Earthquake, here?” Tex was perplexed and outraged.

“It’s an active volcano. Get a grip,” Leon cracked.

Waves of energy passed over the area.

A pink-skinned naked fat man with a weird hair-do appeared and was flat on his back in the cleared space – two seconds later a suit of clothing and a red tie appeared nearby. He began to convulse.

“You’re up, chief,” Tex said to Vince.

“He’s right, go!” Leon.

“Wow, this is cool,” Cindy.

Vince performed CPR for about a minute. Then he put his hands on the guy’s chest and delivered a jolt of electrical energy. Then a second. The man coughed and blinked. He grabbed the near-by clothing and awkwardly covered himself with the pieces. The others stared at the strange man.

“Help me up,” the man said. “No wait. You guys turn around, and you, blondie, you help me up.” Cindy started forward.

“No funny stuff Mista, I got a shot-gun right here.”

“No need to worry I’m the most important man in the world.”

Cindy awkwardly helped the man to his feet, caught a glimpse of his junk and started to giggle. The man shoved her back and Tex cocked his shotgun.  The man put on his pants and shirt. There were no shoes or socks. He found his jacket and put it on.

“Well it worked,” the fat man said.

~

DT disappeared from the table with a pop. A thinner, younger looking version of him re-appeared. He convulsed. Medics ran in and shocked his heart back into a good sinus rhythm but the younger looking DT remained unconscious.

“What the hell happened?” the Suit demanded of Joe.

“I don’t know. When Lenny comes back tomorrow he can tell us,” Joe said. “My people are checking the equipment for errors now.” Everybody was frozen. The Suit turned and clapped his hands:

“Okay people. Action. Get him to the med unit, now!”

Nine people began to act.

~

The five of them entered the sprawling house with the gagged fat man. They went down into the basement and opened a wall into a bunker.

Once the door clicked shut, they took the makeshift gag out of the fat man’s mouth.

“This is outrageous. I am Donald Trump, President of the United States of America and you people are all dead.”

They looked at each other and patted themselves down except Leon.

“Jesus Christ, you people are idiots. He means he thinks he has the power to terminate us,” Leon said.

“I’m tying this loon up,” Tex said.

“No, you’re not,” Trump screamed.

“Shut-up, fatso,” Leon slapped him down.

Vince and Cindy held him in the chair while Tex bound his hands and feet.

“I’m the President of the United States and I demand,” Leon punched him hard in the face. His head rolled back, unconscious

“Let’s check his pants and jacket for ID,” Vince said.

“Good idea. I need some ice for my hand.”

“Nothing, no wallet,” Tex said.

“He’s coming around,” Cindy said.

“I don’t know who you think you are, bub, but you’re not the President,” Leon said.

“Well… who the hell is the fucking President.”

“Obama,” Cindy said.

“Barack O-bomber, that guy already served his two terms.”

“No. It’s a long story, bud, but Michelle Obama is President.”

“No way, I beat that slimy traitor Hillary Clinton. I’m President. Did you check my wallet?”

“You don’t have one.” Tex said.

“It must be on the mountain. They said they would send it. And when my people get done with you you’ll wish you’d taken the deal.”

“What deal?” Cindy said.

“I’ve know where there’s a buried treasure of pure gold bars,” Trump said.

“Don’t believe anything he says. He’d say anything to get free.”

Leon stuffed the sock back in his mouth.

“So, this is the miracle?” Cindy wondered.

Trump squirmed and tried to spit out the sock.

“I’m hungered,” Vince said. “Let’s go upstairs.”  Leon held up a finger. Then he duct-taped the sock to Trump’s face. He secured the nylon line and hand-cuffed his wrists. He duct-taped his ankles to the chair too.

“Okay, we can go. We have to decide what to do with him.”

Trump tried yelling through the sock his face turning red.

“Cool it bub,” Tex said and they left the room.

“Suppose he gets out of the restraints?” Cindy said as they went up the stairs.

“We have cameras to watch him,” Leon said. “And we can monitor his vitals through the handcuffs.”

~

“I suppose we should notify the VP?” The Suit said over the phone.

Two days later a flash drive appeared on the transporter platform. After retrofitting the drive for the different frequency, they watched the video – It was Lenny talking:

“Something went disastrously wrong. We never received President Trump here. My people have some possible explanations. As you know, as I said there are three places: three separate realities that exist side by side and feed on each other’s energies to some degree:

There’s the reality where Donald Trump is President and we’re all pretty familiar with that. I call that reality – The Active Reality Principle, where things happen cause and effect really operate swiftly and decisively.

Where I am is the Neutral Reality Principle. Cause and effect operate here to, but at a much slower pace. Most of the tech and the values of the people are still very fifties here. Donald Trump is the wealthiest man in the world, is really a genius in terms of tech and financial markets and would make a much better president than our Donald even though he too is a narcissist. I hope he got there okay. Evidence on our end suggests that happened with some glitches.

The third reality I call The Receptive Reality Principle. The corruption in that reality pales to our own. The United States is a not a world power, it teeters on being a 3rd world country, its riddled with drug cartels especially in the southern states that border Mexico. In fact, The Hispanic Union of Central America or HUCA is the world power and Spanish is the international language. Many poor Americans are trying to immigrate there. There is no history of the Trumps here. It looks like they never made it out of Europe.

My people are suggesting that here may not have been adequate protection from sunspot activity and the signal may have been diverted to The Receptive Reality where President Trump would not be recognized for the great leader he is at all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

An O Social Commentary Dictionary Two Point O

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I thought of calling this dictionary the FKO Social Commentary Dictionary – after my initials, but would that give a flippant and a wrong message. You get the idea.

So, I thought “O”

As in Oh or “O”MG.

“O” is the first and last letter of my last name letters and could signify – “what goes around – comes around.” Maybe it is an endless cycle of karma or in a higher realm dharma.

This is the second installment:

It’s the attack of the “B”s with an E. (three B or not to Be, that is the question, right? Right?)

OMG.

Run…

 

Bloviate – sounds like a dirty word from the 50s. from the Online Etymology Dictionary (see link below) – 1857, American English, a Midwestern word for “to talk aimlessly and boastingly; to indulge in ‘high falutin’,” according to Farmer (1890), who seems to have been the only British lexicographer to notice it (see end note 2). He says it was based on blow … I’m reminded of the 1971 film “Johnny Got His Gun” penned and directed by Dalton Trumbo – a searing satirical anti-war film that devastates the soul. The scene is about 20 minutes before the end of a bloviating boss repeating the same line over and over:

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“I’m the Boss, this is Champagne” Rinse-Repeat

The modern definition from the Merriam-Webster Dictionary: “to speak verbosely and windily” (see end note 1).

This reminds me of… well you know.

Behemoth – meaning a huge monster (see end note 1). Originates from a folk etymology of Egyptian pehemau, literally “water-ox,” the name for the hippopotamus (see end note 2).  The Monster Trucks are often referred to as a behemoth. In short the modern definition “something of monstrous size or appearance.” The behemoth waddled through the rhetoric the sound of his own voice in the grotesque melodrama of his disastrous making.

Bailiwick – he put it in his bailiwick – sounds like a British bicycle with a wicker basket you can put useless items you’ll never need on a trip, like a protractor without a map. Seriously though – used in a sentence: “He shrunk his bailiwick so as not to disturb any of the nefarious projects he had going on the sly.” Bailiwick falls under the domain of a bailiff or is superior knowledge or authority within a domain (see end note 1). With a narrower bailiwick he could use the favors (also known as emoluments) from foreign governments as assets in his war chest. from the Online Etymology Dictionary Figurative sense of “one’s natural or proper sphere” recorded by 1843.” (see end note 2).

 Expunge – used in a sentence: He expunged the official record without setting off the smoke detectors in a toilet bowl with a plunger. However, many people (especially of my ilk) would like to see him expunged from all history. Expunge to strike out, obliterate, mark for deletion or eliminate (see end note 1). And this gets better from the Online Etymology Dictionary (see end note 2)– I couldn’t have made this up for a more perfect fit: taken by early lexicographers in English to “denote actual obliteration by pricking

 

All of the words used in a sentence:

The bloviating pink-skinned, orange-haired behemoth stood in the center of his self-aggrandizing bailiwick and was expunged by a mob of a million French Fries from the Deep-State Grill behind bars.

 

 

End Notes:

  1. https://www.merriam-webster.com/
  2. https://www.etymonline.com/

 

Catch #1 of 1.0 An O Social Commentary Dictionary

 

 

An O Social Commentary Dictionary

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I thought of calling this dictionary the FKO Social Commentary Dictionary – after my initials, but would that give a flippant and a wrong message. You get the idea.

So, I thought “O”

As in Oh or “O”MG.

“O” is the first and last letter of my last name letters and could signify – “what goes around – comes around.” Maybe it is an endless cycle of karma or in a higher realm dharma.

Stupid – as in stupor – could be a zombie-like absence operating as if conscious from a place of shock and emotional regression. In short, a dissociative state brought on by triggers. It was once thought of as being struck by too much of “something” – like information and then by fear choosing a non-rational or irrational answer. Cognitively operating from this place empowers the user via the uses of anger, rage and righteousness that arising from being overwhelmed superseding logic based on faulty premises. When this happens, the person falls into the ocean of stupidity.

Another nation, Torpor is where the block of non-voters live & who can blame them?

Then there’s Stupid’s cousin and sometimes spouse Ignorance. There may be a lot of inbreeding between Stupid and Ignorance, but not always. This is a common disease amongst the moderns – probably originated in the autoimmune cue. Stereotypes come to mind, but to repeat them is to dip into elitism where ignorance also breeds and may fall into the stupor.

Ignorance – to turn away or not pay attention as in ignore. Unlike stupor ignorance arises from increasingly narrowed states or focused frames of reference brought on by fears and anxiety of the other especially when the other is unfamiliar or strange. Everyone shares ignorance to some degree except perhaps those that are enlightened. When ignorance begins to feed their spouse/cousin information then Ignorance and Stupid are super-glued together dance partners headed towards the flat edge of the earth and fall off into the sluggishness of torpor. Another nation, Torpor is where the block of non-voters live and who can blame them?  Sometimes seeming non-voters might be suppressed voters by those noble Night Riders the GOP protecting us from those minority illegal voters, right? Wrong!

In fairness haven’t we all been falling into occasional stupor and ignored some things out of fear? (To be dealt with in another installation of An O Social Commentary Dictionary.)

 

Entrenched Ignorance and Stupidity often produces children of Prejudice, Bigotry, Racism, Misogyny, Homophobia and some more I’m not recalling in this instance.  They huddle in camps, groups, communities maybe smoke too many cigarettes, vape, drink or do opioids in nations named Xenophobia – A Nation set out to blame the strangers.

Pointing out the ignorance and stupidity in others by identifying their logic is a fruitless endeavor, they are too much inside to see that the macro ideals are arising from a fear/anger base.  For instance, I have a relative that rarely listens to me, talks non-stop and told me that we wouldn’t have to worry about climate change because we’d be dead by the time the worst comes (each of us has no spouse or children BTW). Mischievous me interjected: “What about reincarnation?” The next time we talked – or they talked, they told me “I don’t want to be reincarnated as an Indian.”; meaning a person residing in India – and from the tone of their voice they meant a poor person or an untouchable. I said “It’s highly unlikely that you’ll remember this life (meaning their current life). And, wow, you’re a racist.” Oops – didn’t follow my own advice. They denied it, said they were friendly with Indians living nearby on the same street in the USA.  Nevertheless, they were friendly in-person but had a racist bias towards a group but denied this. Then they segue-wayed into their disgust of younger people that expressed themselves with ink, said that tattoos were unhealthy for the skin – I interjected that tattoo artists had to have licenses from the board of health. But their anger / fear found its mark and would not have stopped save I had an upcoming appointment. All that anger feels so sad.

 

The Rise of the Stupid from the Swirl of Ignorance

Part of the problem is that the education system (now more than ever is a training system and does not care about education) has thrown out critical thinking and compassionate self-examination. Other than elite private secondary education and some higher educational institutions the focus of learning is to learn how to do a skill etc. that is solely oriented towards tech, finance, or sciences with the emphasis on money, profit and whose vehicles are conquering mentalities.

Critical thinking be gone!

A good attribute of ignorance is a way of screening out the glut of weaponized commercialism thrown at people through media – including the internet. If we didn’t have a perceptual filter to ignore the barrage of information that assaults us daily we wouldn’t enter into zombie dissociative states and file mindlessly into massive stores and buy massive stuff. Right? Right? R-i-g-h-t… (Not a stutter). Although we could use critical thinking to screen out weaponized data – but OMG that might require some work, aghast!

Critical thinking be gone!

It’s all about me and carving my place out in the American Dream with as much money as possible so I can have a buffer from those in-control and blah, blah, blah…. I imagine some people think critical thinking is having mean thoughts about someone else.

 

Finally, there is so much loss – humans find loss unbearable – and loss begets grief. Rather than face the unbearable, grief gets rationalized, filed away, goes underground and becomes fear of change masked by anger and ignorance. We as a people – in general ignore our losses, act as if it was better in the past – pretense on some level and justify a steady state of rolling back progress or trying to keep things normal, while an existential crisis brews.

 

 

What if Peace Prevailed in the US Senate for example?

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I am reminded of when I first cultivated a place for peace in my belly. Ridiculously enough it was when I danced with a vacuum cleaner in a house cleaning practice that grew as a front for spreading light and peace while removing chaos, disorganization and dirt.

I would ask myself:

“What is peace?” while doing aikido moves with a vacuum cleaner.

I won’t bore you with all the logical common-sense notions of peace that my recycled thoughts regurgitated into my overly crowded brain. Instead I will try to describe the feelings of peace that arose after my mind made-up the mundane answers for it. After all I was cultivating a place for peace in my belly, but what does this really mean?

I guess you could say that I was looking to find a personal meaning for peace without using words to describe it. And I was dancing with my vacuum cleaner which could be an obscure hint that my belly was merely a metaphorical place for the cultivation of peace. Before I completely lose you and go woo-woo, I was cultivating peace in my chi or 2nd chakra — the brain or center of the physical body or moving center.

Peace that doesn’t move stagnates and dies. I can’t tell you what feelings arose in me about peace in my belly / chi / brain of my physical body/ moving center because there were never any words to for these personal emotive sensations.

Years later a boss of mine said that peace is the positive flip-side of boredom. Imagine it. Imagine thousands of bored people, maybe slightly depressed who are nanoseconds away from the elation of peace. Like flipping a switch.

So, then, what is peace? But if one more person tells me that peace is the absence of war, well then, I might have to revert to sarcasm. Of course, it’s easier to describe war and conflict than it is to describe peace. War is a violent conflict where people use weapons to kill each other. Conflict is a disagreement. Peace arises from a kind of creative inactivity that is not observable from outward obvious phenomena.

Outward conflict may arise between two or more people that voice disagreement based on different perceptual stances. Conflict intensifies when the battle between “yes” and “no” is personalized, anger and rage become evident, rules may be broken, twisted, bent or narrowed to insist on an outcome favorable for an oppressor who currently holds more sway. In an intractable conflict between “yes” and “no” there is no middle ground — no peace.

This morning during a meditation while making a space within and feeling peace enter I thought of all those poor United States Senators in that impeachment trial in Washington DC. What if they had an opportunity to feel peaceful in that space of contentiousness? I decided to project myself to sit by one GOP Senator and emanate the peace that had been cultivated within me. I made an offering of peace to eight GOP Senators in total. Then I made an offer of the feelings of peace engendered in me to the entire body of Senators and others in the Senate chamber.

Could the spaciousness of peace provide relief in the midst of all that bipartisan contentiousness? When peace is allowed to enter into one’s consciousness, not by force but by choice, then options for resolution of conflict could more easily present themselves.

If you find it in your heart and feel peaceful please send your over-flowing peace consciousness as a gift to share with others in conflict. Will they accept the gift of peace and dwell in that peace a while? It’s a choice that I might make surrounded by Senators in conflict.

Unconditional peace — it feels like…

Meditation and Transformation

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Ordinary waking consciousness emanates from ego and attachment. Ego – the “I” that is oneself is attached to everything. This is the way of the outer world. We forget about our “inner world” and come to believe that ego and attachment are all that is. In other words, ego, language and thought is caught up in attachment.

I’m sure you have heard or read that meditation is about quieting the mind. I can only write to the meditation that I know: Vipassanā Meditation or Insight Meditation. This kind of meditation works with the breath and helps to quiet the mind. It takes practice to quiet the mind as many who practice meditation already know.

The mind creates what is known as a stream of consciousness which includes all matter of attachments – thoughts, memories, ideas, fantasies and so on. Anyone who has daydreamed in a classroom, or in boring business meetings falls into the stream of consciousness. The stream is constantly flowing so that when we stop being present our attention falls into it and is taken away by the stream. The draw of the stream is one of attachment – a kind of addiction so common that it is not referred to as an addiction. We have accepted that attachment / addiction to thoughts, language, fantasies, identity, status and so on is all there is, so we never come to realize that all attachments are distractions that form a recycling whirlpool that eats itself. The distraction is one that leads away from peace and happiness. On a deeper level attachment is the distraction from oneness with all beings.

On my first Vipassanā Meditation retreat over 35 years ago the facilitator, Bhante aka the Venerable Dharmawara Mathahera, a 92-year-old Cambodian Buddhist monk sent us to meditate on our own. We had spent four days in group meditation.

It was a muggy and overcast day. I spread my blanket on the ground and sat. I began to notice my breath, in and out. Flies landed on my bare skin, tickling the hairs of my arms, and I laughed aloud. Mosquitoes landed on me and did not bite me. Deeper into the meditation, with my eyes closed, I felt presences near me. I opened my eyes a slit and saw a squirrel, a rabbit and a skunk sitting in a semicircle in front of me. My thought was, “this is normal.” I continued to meditate.

When it was done I felt at peace with the world.

 

The Current World

The world of attachment is filled with divisiveness and antagonistic rivalries; as you may have noticed. This is to be expected in the cycle of history we find ourselves within.

According to the scholar – Bidhu Dev Misra we are near the end of the Ascending Kali Yuga. It’s ends in 2025 and is followed by a 300-year transition period before the Ascending Dwapara Yuga begins (seen End Notes for more information about the Yugas).

Kali is the goddess/god of destruction – a phoenix that destroys itself to rise from the ashes. Opposite the 6,000 years of the Descending and Ascending Kali Yugas are the 6,000 years of the Satya Yugas – an age of oneness where there is no ego, no religion, no money… only peace, harmony and oneness.

Characteristic of the age of destruction is both a fear of “the end” as characterized by rabid divisive thoughts and actions as a way to obliterate the end by hanging on to a short-term power, a short-term quarterly dividend – in short, the greed and lust for power. Ego, attachment and thinking are in a whirlpool of oppositional thinking that seeks its own destruction.  This might be funny except for a denial and resistance to the existential threat of the climate crisis.

 

The Inner World

Through Vipassanā Meditation a quieting of the mind can begin to manifest. Ego is surrendered in the moment and attachment is sometimes released in the space between an inhalation of breath and its exhalation. A regular practice of meditation can allow the ego to float and attachment’s roots to be loosened.

A wondrous aspect of the inner world is revealed as ego and attachment are released. A profound peace and simple happiness become apparent. Thought clears, consciousness expands, and time ceases to exist.

This “world” beyond ego and attachment is the beginning of the continuum of enlightenment. It lasts all too briefly as the worlds of ego, linear time and attachment come into claim the vestiges of enlightenment scantily clad through memory.

The Current World as seen from the Inner World

By freeing ourselves from time and attachment, the world of the Kali Yuga – the current world becomes evident. All thought in this epoch arises from attachment and as a result is not original thought. Attached thoughts swirl from a stream (as in the stream of consciousness) into a whirlpool (or black hole) to obliterate thought for the increasing enslavement of humankind.

There is no “we”. All are separate, divided into smaller camps of “us” and “them” living in the houses of anger, rage, hatred, envy and greed as reflected in:

  • political camps,
  • statistical studies measuring a nation divided as much as in the times of the US Civil War,
  • science and technology as in reducing to understand, and
  • predatory capitalism as in dividing goods and services into smaller amounts – conquering and destroying smaller businesses in favor of the most profit, the most money and the least or no taxes.

Thought and action is divided into the dyad of good versus evil, right versus wrong and so on with no middle ground of reconciliation, governance and/or compromise.

The action of the dyad is choking itself and headed towards self-destruction characteristic of the Kali Yuga time cycle.

 

Possible Solutions

If we are to survive climate crisis as a species then as individuals we could choose:

  1. Beginning the day with a 30 to 50-minute mediation.
  2. Using the meditation as an anchor throughout the day to remind us to choose kindness, compassion and right (no-acting out) anger to right wrongs for the good of all.
  3. Political Actions whether that be donating / volunteering time, money as a protest against excluding people from equal participation in a democratic process
  4. Voting

 

Due to the enormous amounts of money contributed by billionaires and corporations to co-op the government (US) we as a people must take back our government to save it from dictatorial types and re-establish a democracy.

 

This can be done from a compassion stance where neutral ground can be established – once again – to govern as opposed to rule.

 

End Notes:

https://psychesweather.wordpress.com/2020/01/21/the-locus-of-consciousness/

 

https://www.bibhudevmisra.com/2012/07/end-of-kali-yuga-in-2025-unraveling.html

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Locus of Consciousness

milky way galaxy during nighttime
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Inevitable Reductionistic Thinking   

Trying to explain consciousness from a neurobiological frame is one of reductionistic directionality. This discipline and ordinary thought looks to the brain as the seat of consciousness. A human perspective quite naturally seeks to reduce in order to explain and this is natural from the ego perspective. Ego and its physical counterpart – the brain is viewed as the center of consciousness just as it was once thought that Earth was the center of the solar system – all planets and the Sun revolved around Earth.

Language reflects and channels the desire to reduce to explain. Our basic language structure is based on concepts of nouns or subjects / objects and verbs or actions. Every sentence has a beginning, middle and end denoting linear space-time. In short language works with separateness and togetherness in a dialectic frame. It’s difficult to think of a whole without the frame of its opposite the parts. In other words, we most often think of ourselves and the world outside ourselves as separate in order to establish an identity. Identity is based on a dyad or the “me” and the “not me”. Dualistic thinking creates separateness within the larger consciousness. However, from a perspective of Oneness consciousness is everywhere and permeates everything and the spaces between everything, and therein lies the rub [see end note 1]. Consciousness is space-time. It’s impossible to grasp this from an ego or ordinary level of consciousness. This concept of consciousness is bigger than any concept. To begin to understand the locus of consciousness we must surrender to mystery.

Human Life as a Transceiver 

The human brain is a transceiver of consciousness. We receive and process information from a larger vibration gestalt. We send information within our brains and outside ourselves to our perceived reality to grow within the gestalt. Sometimes we are able to transcend the boundaries of the gestalt beyond the epoch in which we find ourselves within.

Think larger / bigger:

Suppose you thought of yourself as a consciousness with a multiple-lives in which to express yourself and grow over millennium. The body you’re wearing now along with an ego shaped to fit the current world is only a costume that your spirit is using to grow and increase your level of consciousness as well as a Larger Consciousness belonging to all. Of course, my view point expresses the larger in terms of a separateness / oneness duality because this is where my ego sits [See end note 2].

This life over many millions of years and across many worlds is a linear space-time conception of an evolving consciousness growing towards transcendental enlightenment. However, when we come from the present – an extremely large expanded present moment that includes all of space-time, then past and future lives are happening simultaneously and we are accessing them as needed for our evolution into higher consciousness. These two viewpoints are ways of looking at reality, the latter being more easily understood because it corresponds with a linear space-time. The second proposition is more difficult to comprehend because we are unfamiliar with “remembering a future”.

Epochal Time Cycles

When we factor in a spiraling method of conscious evolution with various cosmologies such as the Mayan, Hopi, Aztec or the Yugas (from Veda texts) then time repeats itself in an effort of inclusiveness to bring everyone to the doorstep of higher consciousness.

Yuga Time Cycles appear below under corrected mathematical computations. Tradition Yuga representations and updated Yuga time cycles is annotated in the notes. Each of the Ascending and Descending Yugas is 2,700 years long with a 300-year transition or cusp period between each Yuga – at the beginning and end of each Yuga [see end note 3]:

  1. The Ascending and Descending Satya Yugas – 3,000 including the 300-year transitional period or cusp years each or 6,000 years combined. These two Yugas are the top of the evolutionary cycle. The Ascending Satya Yuga began in 15676 BC, the transition period began in 12976 BC and the Descending Satya Yuga began in 12676 BC
  2. The Descending Treta Yuga follows the Satya Yuga in its descent cycle plus transition/cusp years beginning at 9676 BC and 300 years.
  3. The Descending Dwapara Yuga follows the Treta Yuga in its descent cycle plus transition/cusp years beginning at 6676 BC and 300 years.
  4. The Descending Kali Yuga follows the Dwapara Yuga in its descent cycle plus transition/cusp years are at the bottom of the cycle beginning on 3676 BC and 300 years. The Ascending Kali Yuga begins at 676 BC and ends 2025 CE followed by 300 years of transition;
  5. The Ascending Dwapara Yuga follows the Ascending Kali Yuga on 2325 CE followed by 300 years transition / cusp
  6. The Ascending Treta Yuga follows the Ascending Dwapara Yuga beginning on 2325 CE ending in 5025 CE followed by 300 years transition / cusp

The cycle begins again with the Ascending Satya Yugas in 5325 CE. The cycle doesn’t start over from the old beginning; it goes in an upward cycle in increments. When we add Spirit Ages to the cycles from Baby or Infant Spirits to The Oldest of souls (Spirit Ages) then cycles become much more complex [see end note 4].

At the levels of the Satya Yugas there is no government, no crime, no money, no ownership of property, men, women and peoples of all genders are equal. The planet operates from a place of oneness whose chief emotions are kindness, compassion and love.

Vegetables, fruits and nuts in the most abundant variations can be picked from plants and trees and eaten. There is no need for the preparation of food or the cooking of foods. Emotions, thoughts and bodily sensations are able to be completed because they arise from a state of oneness and reflect the oneness back to itself so that individuals can leave the Yuga cycle all together and attain transcendent enlightenment without the need for the death of the body and instead be eaten by light.

Choice, decision and will are free, meaning that they are not based on systems of divisiveness or dysfunction (as it is now) so all acts spring from a creative consciousness that permeates all beings. [We often think of beings as biological but in this frame all that is non-biological are also beings.] The persons making acts of choice, decision or will do so from a creative place based on nothing. Negative emotions may exist and are expressed without judgement, blame or projection; they are expressed by persons in a way where responsibility is assumed within the expression and not acted-out as it may be in the world we know now.

Empathy is the norm and telepathy flourishes.

In each of the other Yugas; Treta, Dwapara and Kali, separation from the oneness is experienced with greater frequency. The Kali Yuga is the opposite of the Satya Yuga. Kali is the female / male goddess / god of death and destruction. In the Kali cycle negative emotions are expressed negativity. They enter into the consciousness at large and are manifested in lower planetary vibrational locales as death by violence, murder and wars. People do not take responsibility for themselves or one another through the ways of compassion and love. They see themselves as separate. Their systems of government, hierarchies of social organization, education, money, commerce, science, religion are based on fears, separateness, oppression and objectification. Its peoples are identified or attached to the outer world of appearances and they have ignored the inner world that is connected to Spirit (spirit that is linked in all beings).

While there is a possibility of free will in a Kali Yuga cycle it is highly unlikely that true freedom will be achieved for the majority of the people. Vague trace memories of the Satya Yuga exist and are translated into illusory states of being where separateness and oneness are believed to exist harmoniously, but from a state of separateness. This creates a fragmented existence where ego reigns supreme and madness (mental illness) abounds out of which violence, war, death and destruction happen continuously. The longevity of life in the Satya Yugas are drastically shortened in the Kali Yugas.

Secret or hidden knowing (different from knowledge gleaned from books and non-Masters often called secondary sources) is passed down through each epoch through an oral tradition replete within indigenous cultures and in the Master-Student relationship. It is through initiation rites of passage and/or within Master-student relationships where elements of the Satya Yuga or transcendent enlightenment may be worked towards and achieved by older souls (Older Spirit Ages).

The Kali Yuga Opportunity

Many people who have inhabited all the epochs from Satya to Kali Yugas feel blessed to have reincarnated to this current cycle of the Ascending Kali Yuga and its cusp or transitionary period. Those born between 1931 and the present may be part of the movement between epochs, change agents reincarnated from the any one of the last transformational times of:

  • 12676 BC beginning of the Descending Satya Yuga
  •  9676 BC beginning of the Descending Treta Yuga
  • 6676  BC beginning of the Descending Dwapara Yuga
  • 3676  BC beginning of the Descending Kali Yuga and
  • 976 BC to the end of the Ascending Kali Yuga 6 years from now
  • 2025 CE  beginning of the cusp period before the Ascending Dwapara Yuga (300 years)

When a summer solstice occurs, there is a cusp period on either side of the change where daylight is increasing by only seconds leading up to the change and is decreasing only by seconds after the change. The 300 year cusp or transition between Yugas is analogous.

The opportunity for individual spiritual growth and the growth of Cosmic Consciousness is greater in the face of this kind of adversity. Working with releasing attachment and identification helps to create energy and the transformation of suffering into energy /light.

More later on the transformation of suffering into light…

Conclusions

The locus of consciousness is the energy that is everywhere. The human brain is a transceiver of consciousness both in building new neural pathways within the physical structures of the brain and body while sending mediated communications to other humans. We receive information from the multiverse and send variations of the information to other humans.

The nature of how our transceiver brains operates is dependent on the vibration of the current epoch of time. The Descending and Ascending Kali Yugas are kind of death that is happening to the human species. We – as a species – are separate from ourselves focused on happiness based on achievement along a linear time line. We have forgotten that we are beings of light wearing the costume of this era. The focus of the Kali Yuga is separation from our divinity. The light is us – resides at our central core – transcends all nationalities, religions, race, gender, economic and social hierarchies and so on… But our focus has been on our differences. The nature of thought which is – for the most part recycled based on separation and divisiveness is not original thought.

The good news is that many of us are awakening to the light within us, quieting our minds from the stream of consciousness that belongs to the Kali Yuga of garbage-in and garbage-out to make sacred space within us to access a kind of consciousness based on nothingness. When the mind is freed of the garbage of our continuous stream of consciousness there is the miracle of creativity arising that emerges from the seeming nothingness.

A walk in the forest assists us in clearing the recycled thinking we carry with us always. Sitting meditation and its practice in daily life is one way our essential self (the light) can break through ego into a world we co-create.

 

End Notes:

  1. In quantum realities there is no space between objects that isn’t already connected via electromagnetic energy, light (photons), atoms, sub-atomic particles, quantum phenomena, gravity, or by some other force. The “space” between our out-spread arms for example is packed with sub-atomic particles and energies which can be perceived as particles or waves depending how our point-of-view. We are both observers and participants in the quantum world implied from an ego perspective where we co-create reality within an infinite consciousness and/or multiverse. This all pervasive and inclusive phenomena is a cosmic consciousness that is reflected into human beings and realized by them in smaller or larger frames.
  2. How do I know this – or How have I come to know this? I have passed through initiation cycles. I have been and am in Master-Student relationships. Full-bodied experiences of body, mind and emotion (or 3rd eye – thought, heart chakra – emotion / love and 2nd chakra or chi – the locus of the brain of the physical body) all combined as well as a proclivity based on a rent in time/space when I was four years old where I was exposed to inter- and multi-dimensional worlds. Much later in life I gained access to the worlds outside time. Early wounding is only one possible way of gaining access to the “other” worlds. The quest for truth and a drive towards discovering destiny creates pathways to initiation and developing skills from talents. Science is scarcely catching up to those with “knowing”.
  3. Yugas from the older tradition and its current mathematical corrections respectively – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yuga and https://grahamhancock.com/dmisrab6/
  4. Most people familiar with reincarnation and the age of spirits within a lifetime refer to infant/ baby, young, mature and old spirits as souls. While for the sake of familiarity I have included both soul and spirit interchangeably. Most people believe they have souls. However, the majority of people on the planet save for some Masters and Bodhisattvas do not have completed souls. We have temporary light bodies. When our physical bodies pass – die, the light we carry within us, our temporary light bodies are deposited into the soul body. When the soul’s body is filled with enough light we have free choice. We are free to release ourselves from the wheel of reincarnation or voluntarily return to planet earth as an old soul. Old souls can choose any path; however, all choices arise from love, compassion and a service to humanity to relieve suffering and a greater possibility for transcendental enlightenment for the individual and for all.

   

 

 

The Smudge of Grief

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Having extricated myself from the river of grief (and now on a boat floating on it)* I’ve also noticed its smudge is everywhere. Having done a small bit of work on my relationship to grief I see it now as slightly separate from me. There are few people who are completely free of grief’s smudge, though through denial we like to think that we are. It’s only those who are working on being present that may have overcome grief’s longer-term effects.

In the hierarchical epoch of the patriarchy everyone is in a state of grief or loss

Many become fully immersed in the river of grief and never fully release it, but think that we have done so. It’s more likely that we live it’s smudge without knowing its stuck or smeared on us and we carry it with us everywhere. We’ve resigned ourselves to it, accepted it and cognitively reframed grief as a fact of life to assist in our survival.

In the hierarchical epoch of the patriarchy everyone is in a state of grief or loss throughout the life span. Only those who have achieved a modicum of mastery or a state of transcendental enlightenment may have overcome the savagery of grief’s toll.

Symptoms from the smudge of grief:

  • Longing for / romanticizing the old days and angry about current life in juxtaposition to the old days. Anger becomes a way of life possibly oscillating between grief (sadness), fear and anger. Attachment to the old romanticized “past” to the point of putting the brakes on politically and a desire to return to the promise of simpler times.
  • Giving up or trading in on simple happiness in the present for a perfectionist idealized past or future.
  • Addicted to a substance outside ourselves (not drugs or alcohol per se) that we believe will make us happy and feel secure (more money, better job, etc.). Existential addiction is about filling a hole inside us that has grief as one of its contributing emotions.
  • Rationalizing and compartmentalization of grief experiences. We often unconsciously model our expressions of grief based on our parents’ behaviors, attitudes and beliefs. The greater the intellectualization / fearfulness of “weaker” emotion states such as vulnerable emotion states – crying when sad, or frustrated then the more shame and constriction may become part of the grief process often truncating the process.
  • We often have expectations that the stages of grief happen “in-order” one time and “we’re done” with this.
  • I’ve seen many people in mid-life 40s to 60s (possibly younger) where grief is interrupted – a person shuts down their grief process and gives up on their inner world collapsing into their parents’ belief systems partially or whole-heartedly. It is at this time that they begin to romanticize their past and adopt old-world belief systems to cope with change.

For the people that allow for grief or any emotion such as love or joy to come and go they have loosened their attachment to past and present experiences and can face the fear of change in a less rigid fashion. However due to our ego we are all subject to attachments that grief and/or loss creates to one degree or another.

Loss is an intrinsic part of our lives.

Grief is closely allied with attachment. The very nature of being human is an identification to an idea, a person, a relationship – in short to the “stuff” of life. Attachment is the foundation of identity and memory is its tool. Attachment is at the root of unnecessary suffering. The greater the attachment to a person, wife/husband/partner, a child/son/daughter, a family, a community; a job, to an idea, to a belief and so on the more grief surrounds the loss. As humans we are all programmed to avoid feelings of loss to one degree or another based on our identity and beliefs.

Humans cannot bear loss.

Loss is an intrinsic part of our lives. Some loss we choose, such as quitting a job or relocating, this doesn’t seem so bad because we feel in control of the nature of the loss. Nevertheless, we still feel it. Deciding to move out of a relationship and although this is a loss we control it can break our heart. Other losses go deeper. The loss of a loved one through death is one that immediately comes to mind. When we experience early childhood trauma such as mental, physical, spiritual and/or sexual abuse by a parent or relatives perhaps this is the most pernicious grief of all. A parent with whom we feel love perpetuates an act of sexual abuse or worse. There is the love and there’s the violation, the confusion and the grief. This is loss and grief based on intimate attachments.

Loss and grief have become systemic in an increasingly divisive world of the hierarchical system of the patriarchy. In this kind of world there are winners and losers. The winners appear to be the super-rich and the powerful who sometimes even without knowing it oppress those without money and/or power. Many are driven to become winners through achievement and there is nothing wrong with this. It becomes insular and selfish when “others” who may be termed as losers through attributes of laziness, stupidity and are therefore cast out of the privileges of the winner-loser competition. Those deemed to be unworthy of playing the winner loser game are the invisible people, the poor, the people in prison, the homeless, women, minorities, immigrants, the list goes on; under the heel of racism, sexism, ageism, leftism for example. The class system in the USA has always been apparent to those left out. The struggling middle-classes bear the brunt of the heel of oppression by the rich by accepting less wage parity, while clinging to the myth of “work hard and you’ll succeed”. The winners are also losers because of attachment to and /or the addiction in this situation because of the need for more power, more money, more fame. There is never enough. Slavery to “more” makes the so-called winners, losers on an endless wheel of acquiring “more”.

our birthright is happiness and enlightenment

Humans cannot bear loss. Addiction is a prime example of how loss is unbearable. When therapies focus on what’s in the way of a healthy lifestyle in order to assist with healing an addiction this leads to an inevitable confrontation with loss. Looking at loss in this way is emotionally overwhelming. Healing the addictive process through a focus on obstacles fails. We can’t bear loss. This spans the gambit between addictive substances and relationships. In order to confront loss and the grief we feel from loss, we must replace the loss with something positive. When we focus on the positive replacement of the loss in present time then loss can be slowly ameliorated.

For example: I chose to breath cleaner air when I weaned my way off of smoking cigarettes. The clutching, grabbing neediness in me began to fade. It’s been 37 years since I chose to breathe cleaner air instead of inhaling smoke from cigarettes. That was easy compared to the heartbreaking work of releasing grief from the wounds of incest.

Underneath loss and grief is love. Love holds all other emotions. I also remember the words of Malidoma Somē – grief is the most common human emotion.

Attachment can only be released for a very short time.

Grief is the most common emotion because our lives appear to be about loss. As children of Western Civilization, we a trained to look outside ourselves for happiness. Even in the US The Declaration of Independence we are encouraged to push for life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. We don’t necessarily see that our birthright is happiness and enlightenment and that we are peeling away the illusion that prevent us from feeling it. We assume that feelings of fulfillment, peace and enlightenment are “over there” to pursue.

Corporal life is temporary, life of spirit transcends death. There is small love and big love, neither of which can be compared with the other. Small love may feel big when we have a partner with whom we are bonded and they pass away, cheat, or betray us and/or themselves. Big love will always hold a connection with one that has passed that seemingly impenetrable boundary of death. The longing may be excruciating and unbearable, staying present and reaching out to friends and professionals for help is one step in staying present. It’s not the only path.

Emotional maturity (EM) can be characterized as being able to hold contradictory emotions in awareness without a strong attachment to either emotional state and feel okay or neutral about our self. Cultivating a witness self leads to emotional maturity through suspending judgement and observing ourselves and our behaviors.

 

Attachment can only be released for a very short time. When we think or say “I” ego returns to claim an experience that the witness has observed.  That is not a bad thing it is only the way of attachment. The witness may observe our being feeling grief and joy simultaneously. This is a paradox to be sure.

 

*see previous article –

in a river of grief, then on a boat

 

 

 

 

Full and New Moons of 2020

FullNewMoon

Also included Lunar and Solar Eclipses as well as Equinoxes and Solstices

There are 13 Full Moons in 2020, three Super Full Moons, four Partial Lunar Eclipses, a Harvest and a Blue Moon.

There are 12 New Moons in 2020, One Partial Solar Eclipses (with ring of light around the moon) and one Total Solar Eclipse.

 

Tracking Full Moons of 2020

01-2020-Full-Moons* A Super Full Moon is one that is closest to Earth during her orbit

Tracking Lunar Eclipses of 2020

2020 Lunar Eclipses

 

 

Tracking New Moons of 2020

02-2020-New-Moons

 

Tracking Solar Eclipses of 2020

2020 Solar Eclipses

 

Equinoxes and Solstices (with Moons) of 2020

2020b Equinixes & Solstice

 

 

 

 

 

Tracking Planets in Retrograde and Direction Motion in 2020

Each year I track the parameters of planetary retrograde and direct motion that is both an astronomical and an astrological phenomenon.

In astrology a retrograde planet (meaning all planets – mercury to Pluto go retrograde except Earth, Earth’s Moon Eris is excluded because it is too far way and stays in retrograde far longer than Pluto to Mercury) go retrograde and then direct.

Contrary to popular lore a retrograde planet does not literally move backwards against the Zodiac or background star constellations.  This is an appearance or “optical illusion”. Astronomically a retrograding planet when retrograding is as close to Earth as will happen during its orbit.

Western astrologers assert that the energy of a retrograding planet makes the energy of said planet turn inward – fouling up communications, thinking, travel and contracts. It makes more sense from a Vedic or Jyotish (Eastern or Hindu Astrology) rubric that the energy of the planet is more intense because it’s closest to Earth.  Our reactions to a retrograding planet can force screw-ups or present challenges to overcome. If we fall victim to “inward” stuff then it’s easier to blame Mercury retrograde than it is taking responsibility for one’s actions.

What follows are three charts of Retrograding and Direct “Motion” of planets (in a Western Astrological format):

01 Mercury & Venus Motion plus Key
 

figure 1 Mercury and Venus

 

In figure 1 – above. The first of each month is used as a referent point to show where each planet is and it’s motion (D in blue indicates Direct Motion. R in red indicates Retrograde Motion).

Station Direct refers to a planet moving in “direct motion as a transition to moving retrograde”. Station refers to a phenomena of a planet standing virtually still in relationship to Earth. It appears to be standing still.  It’s only moving by forward by seconds.  A planet’s location is denoted in degrees of a background constellation. For instance on January 10th Mercury is at 19 degrees Capricorn 20 minutes (and some seconds – not shown in the chart above. (see figure 4.1 for an example of Mercury going from Station Direct (SD) to Station Retrograde (SR) ).

Station Retrograde refers to a planet moving in “retrograde motion as a transition to moving direct”. Station refers to a phenomena of a planet standing virtually still in relationship to Earth. It appears to be standing still.  It’s only moving in the case of retrograde by backward by seconds.  A planet’s location is denoted in degrees of a background constellation. For instance on March 9th Mercury is at 12 degrees Pisces 53 minutes (and some seconds – not shown in the chart above. (see figure 4.2 for an example of Mercury going from Station Direct (SD) to Station Retrograde (SR)).

Each SD (Station Direct) to SR (Station Direct) and vice versa exists in a window. Mercury windows are relatively short up to 12 hours on each side, but these are variable. Pluto stationing, both SD and SR are much longer and can last up to 20 days (see figure 5). When a planet is in a stationing window whether it is Station Direct or Station Retrograde the intensity of the energies are magnified more than in the Retrograde window.

What follows are figure 2 – Mars, Saturn and Jupiter motion, followed by figure 3 – Uranus, Neptune and Pluto Motion:

 

02 Mars, Jupiter & Saturn Motion

 

December 31, 2020 is added as a referent point in figure 3 below.

03 Uranus, Neptune and Pluto Motion

 

Examples of Station Direct and Station Retrogrades for one Mercury cycle (4a and 4b) and for Uranus (5.1 and 5.2):

4a Mercury stationing
 

4.1 – Mercury D to R and R to D – 4.2

 

 

2020 Uranus to Direct
5.1 Uranus stationing Retrograde to go Direct

2020 Uranius to retro
5.2 Uranus stationing Direct to go Retrograde

 

in a river of grief, then on a boat

woman wearing dress and brown hat sitting on boat

In my late 30s I experienced an epiphany. I transformed my life because I surrendered into it. There was a lot of work before that preceded that opening. Up to that point my life was analogous to the life of a flower. A sprout pushed its way up through the soil, stems and leaves unfurled and buds formed straining to open. When the bud burst open resounding at long last to the light a transformation occurred filled with joy and the relief of surrender into a greater multiverse.

This epiphany allowed a choice point: continue to follow the whims of ego, in other words pursue the momentary desires, interests, likes or dislikes or accept destiny. I chose to surrender into the undiscovered country of a strange inter and multi-dimensional universe of great depth and wonder; into the rarely glimpsed book of destiny. It required patience. It required a path to healing of my core being.

The next step in this journey was the “accidental” uncovering of horrendous wounds of early childhood. There was an intense obsessional compulsion to know everything that had happened back then. The world of PTSD, flashbacks, body memories, blackouts, freeze-frames of trauma intruding into what I ordinarily expected as my contiguous life that did not (does not) have the same connectedness of ordinary memories because love was shattered. Diving deeply into it with the tools of spiritual practices, therapeutic techniques of hypnotherapy, EMDR, emotional release and reintegration as well as “traveling” into the past utilizing shamanic practices only works to a degree before traumatization reoccurs. My desire to know everything about the trauma in the way I’ve remembered my ordinary life never happened. I felt disappointed and I was also relieved once I accepted the different paths within myself.

My friends didn’t want to hear about my traumatic past and began to shun me so I contained the bleeding and confined my explorations with my therapist for a time. Other healers and seers saw clearly into my woundedness but I did not see as clearly as they were experiencing me. I had reached a plateau and I decided to shelve the wounded experiences and only focus on what was presented in the moment and not dig for stuff.

I had remained clean and sober from pot for 19 years (1985 to 2004) when I slipped with my much younger partner. The only insight that I was afforded was that in 1985 and the times before pot served to fragment my already fragmented self. In 2004 I saw that the fragmented parts of myself and though still fragmented were held together cohesively by me congealed with my attention and care.

From 1991 when the first memories of trauma began revealing themselves to 2001 I worked intensely on myself and then reached a plateau (’01 was the year my therapist retired).

Earlier this year there was a shift in my physical body and I began to open myself for a change. The universe provided an opportunity presented to me from my spiritual soul partner, colleague and mentor. When she presented me with the opportunity I had been waiting for it took only moments to accept.

She offered a homeopathic formula to help bring buried and stuck grief to the surface for processing. It has been a difficult and immensely rewarding process so far. Of the people I have shared some of this process with have misunderstood the position I take within the flow of emotions.

Maladoma Somē (see end notes) reported that grief is the most common emotion that all humans share. Grief is the process when it is not resisted or prematurely stopped via cognitive processes of compartmentalization and the subsequent emotions of judgement, self-criticism or condemnation on the one hand and stoic determination, anger and rational suppression or repression of grief into a lifestyle of condemning the self and / or others on the other can be released to then convey what is underneath.

When I began taking the formula it was in the evening when I first began — result: I slept for three hours and was awake working on a path to exposing the grief as the emotional connective tissue to the wounds. Release the grief and the horrendous memories shift and become multifaceted revealing the blessings while releasing my attachment to the intensities of the horror.

There was something blocking the work, something in the back of my neck on my left side that was the part of blockage or resistance. Something I could not see clearly enough to find and remove. I called out for help. Help arrived in the person that I once was in my most previous past life: a Polish Jew working for The Resistance and constantly hiding from the Nazis. He was trained as an engraver and was employed by the Polish Mint. He pulled something out of my neck which was simultaneously released from his neck in the same area. It went back to source where it disintegrated into ash.

The next morning, I was looking at a friend’s Facebook post when all my chakras opened and a profound compassion, love and understanding poured out of me to him (not that he necessarily needed it). I was surprised that this open feeling of compassion continued to branch out to many more who may have needed it to feel included since compassion is an emotion of inclusion. (The funny thing is that the content of his post was not of a personal nature at least on the surface and remembering the content was not important.)

Though some of the subsequent work of releasing grief has been filled with anguish and intense physical pain — such as a lava-like substance that was hot and filled with the bile of anger and hatred flowed out of the joints of my left hand and fingers. So far, the arthritic pain that has felt trapped in my body has decreased by as much as fifty percent.

These pockets of grief within me are spread like butter over toast throughout my body, persona and into the depths of me. The emotion is not me as it once was when I had first uncovered the trauma. I am above the feelings of grief and not immersed in them as I once was in the beginning.

I debated about putting this account due to its highly personal nature. I meditated on what to do and have decided to enter it here. In the midst of the on-going grieving process I discovered that part of my mother’s being was trapped in my body. It was only when I freed her did I realize that part of her had merged with me when I was a baby.

The “Ah-ha” moment arrived.

My mother was a difficult parent to live around. My sister concurred that she had been very critical towards both of us; very true. She was never happy with either of us.

My mom had poor boundaries with me and later as an adult I chose to establish and maintain better boundaries with her. She would burst into my bedroom door without ever knocking. She did what she called: “snooping” in my closet rifling through my stuff. I asked my dad if I could have a lock on my door. Before I could tell him why he said “no,” and walked away. In order to have privacy I took long 4-hour baths locked in one of our two bathrooms on a Saturday night. I took to burying time capsules in the backyard where I knew she would never look to have private secret things — for my eyes only. She wanted me to take French in High School so I could speak romantic French phrases to her. I failed French in my passive-aggressive style so I wouldn’t have to do it. And the list of behaviors bordering on the inappropriate and at times crossing the line went on.

My mother passed in March of 2015 from dementia. I had very little contact with her after the death of her body. My father had contacted me many times after his death.

In a session that lasted half the night I was able to extricate my mom’s spirit from my body and keep her from coming back in. She greeted me five or six times after I had freed her in her child-like manner and appeared to have said thank-you without actually coming out and saying it.

It was a relief to reclaim my body as my own and to begin to have a relationship with my mother as an individual to an individual, which continues to evolve.

I am not the grief and conversely, I am not the joy. I sometimes feel grief and I sometimes feel joy as well as all the emotions of the rainbow and the darker shadow.


Malidoma Somē author Of Water and Spirit. The author came to our community to speak about his book, drum at our community center. At one point he looked out at all of us and said:

“I see that many of you you have been initiated many times

but because there was no community to support and accept your initiation

you returned to you life as you now know it.”

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More on Grief:

The Smudge of Grief