The Demi-Date or Half (Shadow) Birthdate

FullNewMoonDemi-Day is your Half-Birthdate (Shadow Birthdate).

Add six months to your birthdate and Eureka –your Demi-Day. Demi means half in French. Demi Day is literally half-day and in this context Demi Day is Half-Birthday. I’ve been using it for years to assist those in celebrating the golden and dark shadows as a way to acknowledge “the other”. And our Demi-Days or Demi-Dates are good days to celebrate, have a party or go out to dinner while honoring the shadow.

My father was a diatriber with a vengeance and had to be right.

We’d like to think that we include all others in our lives, but really that’s impossible other than in a divine metaphysical manner. There are toxic others that we eliminate from our daily presence or “unfriend” on Facebook. Then we may have friends that have characteristics that we don’t like, find irritating, grating and/or annoying at times.

At one point in my life I was massively irritated around those that talked non-stop until I realized that I did this also, from time to time – also known as pontificating or the dreaded diatribe. My father was a diatriber with a vengeance and had to be right. When met with opposition after his diatribe (of righteousness) he would threaten or become combatively violent.

two gunslingers in a draw a shoot out in the street

A great assist in my understanding of the demi-day has been my study of astrology. People are often satisfied with a reading of the Natal (Birth) Chart – “Okay that’s who I am, wow,” or “I knew that.” As readers you probably know your Sun Sign. The sign opposite your Sun Sign is 6 months away. If your Sun Sign is Leo then your opposite is Aquarius and so on:


Taurus —————– Scorpio

Gemini —————- Sagittarius

Cancer —————- Capricorn

Leo ——————– Aquarius

Virgo —————– Pisces

Libra —————– Aries

Each opposite sign could be your golden shadow – all that your project on the other that is good and wonderful; or your dark shadow where the opposite sign becomes that which you shun because it represents all that is darkness and subterfuge. Yet opposites attract holds meaning. In astrological talk to many hard angles in relationship with the other (as in romance, marriage, business etc. – opposites, squares, inconjuncts (also called quincunxes) and sometimes conjuncts can mean the destruction of that relationship. Softer or more harmonious angles bring in the glue that binds relationships together (trines, sextiles and sometimes conjuncts).

Balancing oppositions may require a center, a neutral place within…

Opposites between planets in our own charts are the most difficult to deal with and if you reading this it means that you’re managing it. But what are opposites? The dictionary gives these choices: “diametrically different, an antagonistic position, contrary to one another or to a thing specified” * Another way of looking at the oppositional angle a 180 degree angle in Astrology is through enemies engaged in battle, lawyers arguing a court case or two gunslingers in a draw a shoot out in the street. The opposition is the most difficult to deal with both outside ourselves and in internal struggle. Balancing oppositions may require a center, a neutral place within and/or a witness self.

A Demi-Date Astrology Reading

Diplomats search for common ground between opposing parties when the energy for fighting and warring becomes less. The common ground could be a midpoint between the two views. In astrology this is the angle called a square – a 90-degree angle. This is still a conflict and yet it is a conflict that seeks continual resolution – a growth angle.

I am developing a Demi-Date Astrology reading to understand your shadow and help you develop a way to work with it through celebration and spiritual growth.

The and place of your birth determines your Ascendant or Rising Sign and then determines your house placement and what planets are in each house. The first house is the house of the self. The opposite house – the seventh house is the house of “the other” or the not self. This is another “place” of looking at an exploring shadow. And finally one could look at your Shadow-Return – the place the Sun returns to each year that is opposite your natal sun.

In the meantime find someone that you find irritating and hang with them and celebrate your annoying differences just for fun. Party on…


A Daily Plan

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  2. The Flush: a ten to fifteen minute rant on Trump, make it funny if possible
  3. Data: gather data on FLIPPING CONGRESS AND THE NATION, PLUS legislation to support or oppose.
  5. ACTION PART ONE: look at legislation to oppose and / or support make 3 phone calls and send emails – 1 member of House of Reps and 2 Senators preferably in your state to start.
  7. ACTION PART TWO: look at budget and who and how much to contribute to candidates (progressive and/or Dems guys*) opposed to GOP agenda and contribute
  9. ACTION PART THREE: make report on social media


* guys – womens, mens, androgynous-es, transgenders, gays, lesbians, genderqueers, asexuals and everybody else.

PS This is not about real soup you eat or slurp. This is about the soup we’re in. Hope that clears things up. Tuff if it doesn’t.

My story of the movies…


newscopythe flow of the stuff in my head…

About the age of 15 or 16 my best friend Paul D. and I got together to make a movie. We wrote a script based on our goofy sense of humor and our favorite movies of Sean Connery as 007. Our character was James Notch 008 and ½ based on the Notch Store on the west side of Cheshire with a 67 page script maybe (it was a long time ago). It was a movie that never got made.


“Everybody knows they only make movies in Hollywood,”

classmates told us.


Coincidentally the Notch Store was the backdrop for the final scene in a film directed by Paul Newman called Rachel, Rachel in 1968 and was nominated for 4 Oscars including Best Picture (it didn’t win any Oscars).

I threw myself on the floor and rolled around. I moaned, I whined until she (my mom) agreed.

The next film that Paul and I filmed didn’t have a script. It was just visual ideas I had that I thought would look good strung together. It was a silent color film shot on a Double 8mm film made with a wind-up camera with three twists lenses and had variable shooting speeds. Back in the days of film – sound films were shot at 24 frames per second and silent films at 18 frames per second. Shoot at slower speeds and everyone would speed up. Shoot at faster speeds and slow-motion happens.

I convinced a girl down the street who was a year older than me to be in the film. She was the good guy with a white cowboy hat. I shot that first scene at sunset. The camera was on the ground, which meant I was on the ground too. She ran towards the camera hat on and she brandished the gun (an unloaded Luger my Father had as a souvenir from WWII) and jumped over me. She refused to be in the film after that. I even offered to pay her, but she said no. It was okay to use that footage she told me, mainly because she was in silhouette and no one could see her face.

After that I pleaded with my mom to be in the movie. I threw myself on the floor and rolled around. I moaned, I whined until she agreed. And she did. Phil B my best friend (the trio of nerdy guys – me, Paul and Phil) was the villain, though he looked like an innocent kid.

The Fordham’s Young Filmmakers Festival of 1968 in NYC

It was called: The Chase and it was awful. It was about 40 minutes too long. There were two special effects. My mom shoots at Phil and his black beret whips off his head. I used a fishing pole with some line. We shot all the scenes with my mom with slow film speeds so she looked like a lone Keystone Cop running in long shots that were way too long. And there was a car chase with one long POV (point of view) shot from the car, very boring.

The dying scenes were hilarious because my mom and Phil hammed it up.

Our art teacher suggested we send it to the Fordham’s Young Filmmakers Festival in NYC. We did and the only good thing about the movie was our entry into the festival. It was in 1968 in the winter during the first garbage strike. John Lindsay was major.

I learned so much about films and Paul and I had a good time – away from parents for a whole weekend. We saw a pre-screening of The Planet of The Apes with Charlton Heston.

When I returned I began studying film – Ingmar Bergman, Truffaut, Godard and American Film. I started a film club of watching great films and making small films, though we never got around to watching the great films.

I made one successful short film of 3 minutes made via pixilation or 3D animation (now CGI would be used). It was called King Chair. It made a $45 profit and was shown all over the world. When I asked my mom to be in subsequent movies she agreed if I was never to show her face.

I was thinking about going to go to New York University Film School and was toying with schools focusing on Creative Writing but my Guidance Counselor didn’t have the bravery to tell me that my SAT scores abysmally low. She brought me to the lounge of the other Guidance Counselors for their support in telling me. (Who was supporting me?). They basically said I was too stupid to get a BA and should settle for a BFA in film. I was angry and decided to let go of film school for a BA in English.

Writing pervaded my life.

I got side-tracked into psychology and ended up graduating from one of the top 20 universities in the US with a 3.2 cumulative average. I guess that proved I wasn’t stupid. I got a BA in Psychology with 2 Minors – one in English Literature and the other in Philosophy.

Writing pervaded my life. I tried going back into film in the mid to late 80s. I met Robert Altman who gave me an obscure window into his next film but I was too stupid to get it. (Maybe the guidance counselors were right – I was “too stupid”). His next film was The Player.

I’m still writing and doing my other work that I had surrendered into – as a healer. Being a healer/shaman/astrologer is something I have been doing formally since 1990. I have a fantasy novel that is being readied for publication – The Quest for The Green Man and I have been working on a series of 9 science-fiction novels.

Throughout it all I love stories and I love making-up and writing stories. I only wish I could transfer the images I see in my head to the reader’s head or the film goer, but I love the texture and wobble of words to send the images.


Nine Life Shaping Events and…

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My early life as a child and later as a teenager was punctuated by extraordinary events that helped shape all subsequent experiences.

Before I attended kindergarten I was eager to learn spelling, which included writing out my name. In the mid 1950s my parents did not send me to nursery school. Between birth and five years old my parents and younger sister and I lived in a second floor apartment that had once been part of an attic in one big house.

At age four I was lying in bed one night watching the floaters in the film of my eyes dart across the night-light lit ceiling of my bedroom. I believed the floaters were stars and I was trying to catch one of them. As soon as I thought I had one it would dart away. It was a futile activity and I don’t know how long I spent doing it. Perhaps I was awakening.

I asked Jesus to protect me. Then I felt Jesus put the heel of his hand near my groin while his fingertips just reached my throat. Even though my body was small, Jesus’s hand must have been extraordinarily big. And I felt safe, grateful and joyous. I saw a piece of glass on the floor.

I took the piece of glass and I carved Jesus’s name in the top drawer of my bureau. The “J” was backwards and the writing was wonky. I threw the piece of glass in the wastebasket and went back to sleep.

In the morning I thought it had all been a dream until I saw Jesus’s name carved in the top drawer of my bureau. I knew that I was going to be in trouble with my parents for defacing the furniture. They said nothing and seemed to pretend that it didn’t exist.

Years later through flashbacks I uncovered a memory of sexual abuse that my father had perpetrated and my mother had covered up. It put the Jesus memory in a context that made sense. I chose to remember my contiguous memory of Jesus’s protection even though I had acknowledged the abuse and its cover-up.



At eleven or twelve years of age my mother drove us to the mall in the adjacent town. “How do these cars not hit each other?” I was wondering in my mind. They are in this dance of cooperation. The dance was fascinating especially when I extrapolated this dance around the world.


At age twelve I had been wandering in the library and found two books. One book reflected my depressive self and the other my expansive self. The first book reflecting the depressive in me was “Notes from Underground” by Dostoyevsky. The second book – “The Future of Man” by Teilhard de Chardin reflected my expansive higher consciousness self. That evening I asked to talk with my father about not using fear to shape his children.


In the summer of 1967 at age fifteen while I was on vacation with my family on Cape Cod I hiked up the beach from Eastham by Nauset Light to Truro about twelve miles – north of the Marconi Station. I had a heart-based experience that love untied the world. It filled ne with bliss and ecstasy. Words pale. The experience was ineffable.


In the summer of 1968 at age sixteen while I was on vacation with my family on Cape Cod I went out onto the mudflats at low tide in Wellfleet. The sun was beginning to set. I leapt into the air and I felt “the world as one”. And in a vision I saw every being connected by beams of light, one heart to another. From space the entire planet was consumed by light.



In 1984 I was in a leadership-training course. I was 32 years old. Our group was team building on a Ropes Course near Woodland, California. One of our teammates was up in the trees preparing to jump onto a wobbly platform, supported in a safety harness by two burly fellows on the ground and two support people in the trees. Our support consisted of us yelling like rabid cheerleaders at her. It made no sense to me so I projected the supportiveness of my heart energy into the trees and towards her.

Something happened that I hadn’t expected.

I saw light coursing through the trunks and branches of the trees. Looking at the light streaming so quickly through the trees was intense.

I looked down. I looked at the ground and then at the bare skin on my left arm.

I saw inside my arm. Where blood was pumping through the arteries and veins I saw light pulsing.  Light from a near by leafy bush (the leaves were tender and sweet to look at) extended a cloudy plasmic field of light around my arm as if to comfort me.

At that time it was too intense for me to process it and I closed my eyes and prayed for normalcy.  When I opened by eyes moments later I saw what I had expected to see – all was normal and reassuring.


The Calling –


Eight, Nine and more – explore this blog.

Money always leads to Injustice

Money Always leads to Injustice, Control and Power Over those that Have Less

The World with Money

Money has gone far beyond legal tender for an exchange in goods and services. Money has become a business unto itself. The drive to make more money and wield more power is an addiction worse than heroin.

Money makes interest in banks and loans

Money makes more interest in all manners of stock

There will always be people with less as long as there is money. Those that have more money will seek out more control and subjugate those that have less money and make those people bad, wrong, ignorant and stupid. while keeping those judgements secret. The power-possessors with huge amounts of money and greedy for more will make sure that those that make significantly less will be the slaves of the power-possessors and will by design be kept ignorant of what the power-possessors are doing with them.

Those that have less money will driven to make more of it but that money will never be enough to live on. Consumeristic – capitalism requires that those who make less money spend it to further the economy thus keeping them in a cycle of perpetual and functional poverty. Consumeristic-Capitalism is based on planned obsolescence, shoddy second and third rate products and services that can be parsed into smaller packages and sold for increasingly more money. Those manufacturing products are using less than satisfactory materials often under “sweat-shop” pressures to make more. They are not paid well. Only top management makes a livable wage. The company and shareholders profit the most.

In the era before the 1980s Capitalism may have been paired with Materialism where skill, craft, durable goods and valued services were offered and sold. The economy at that time was based on the growth of the income lower and middle-classes which in-turn fueled a healthy capitalistic economy.

Automation is making many kinds of work obsolete.


The World without Money

Imagine if it were all free no money?


No banks, no interest, no stock market. All labor, services and products would have equal value. Though no monetary value would be placed on products and services a value based on skill pride and a sense of community could evolve.


I can’t imagine it, but I would like to work on it.


My Father’s Gift Validated

my Dad


When I was a kid I was left to do what I wanted.

We lived just outside of suburbia, about a half a mile away. Across the street was a farm, surrounded by apple orchards. Next door to the right of us or west was a Truck Farm, about 300 acres of woods behind us and one house with a barn to the left / east of us on 3 acres of land. Across Route 70 was Reservoir Road, more apple orchards – mostly Macintosh and Delicious and the Reservoir. I didn’t care for Delicious Apples, I did and do love Macintosh Apples.

300 acres of woods behind us

So there was a lot of space to ‘splore.

After school I couldn’t wait to get outside, the winter slowed that down some. It was cold, icy, snowy and wet. But there was sledding.

push Frankie into Little League

I had schoolwork and chores that I didn’t want to do, projects of shipping raked leaves to piles in the woods. My Father raked. My sister and I put the leaves in the wheelbarrow and I dumped them mostly in the woods.

My Mother dreamed of me becoming a doctor or a lawyer, but there was nothing behind it. I heard my mom arguing with my dad – more of a discussion:

“I think we should push Frankie into Little League,” my mom said (I cringed)

“Does he like playing baseball?”


“Let him be,” Then I heard my dad say to my mom:

“Let him do what interests him. He’ll find his way.”

pick wild strawberries

I explored the woods, the reservoir, the apple orchards. The Big Rocks – multi-ton boulders that had been dropped by the receding ice from the last ice age, up at the corner by the school bus stop, in our backyard and deep in the woods. We knew just where to go in the spring time to pick wild strawberries and sometimes we would get the few that were there before the birds wiped them clean.

I had fun and expressed a raucous creativity within me

In my teen years I used the woods and nature as a balm against the depression and suicidal thoughts I was having. I made it through.

My father was a well-intentioned bonehead

Juxtaposed to the depression was an interest fostered by my mother and father somewhat – making short experimental films – at a time when my classmates were scathing with their comments of us. I had fun and expressed a raucous creativity within me.

My father was a well-intentioned bonehead with a temper and fists to match. The gift he gave me was supporting my interests rather than pressuring me into this or that.

This was his gift to me.

The validation of his gift comes in the form of a piece by Scientific American on a book: “The Case for The Self-Driven Child”


Home Remedies: Cold & Flu


These are remedies that I’ve discovered or were passed on to me. Some of them you may already use or know about. (these are not meant as prescriptions and may or may not help you. You are encouraged to seek medical and/or healing advice from a professional)

Colds and flu going from mild to severe.

(Some of these remedies were passed on and some I uncovered myself. I welcome any more remedies you’d like to share. I would ask you not to share the remedies – through the comments that are commonly known – such as over-the-counter medicines etc.)

Chicken Soup:
I’m reminded of Mom’s chicken soup, not just my Mom but all Moms whether they’ve had children or not, whether they are female or male. There’s something nurturing and healing about chicken soup. So to prep for that nurturing time when you are well or ill try this:

Salt Water Gargle:
At the first sign of a scratchy or sore throat gargle with warm salt water. I often say – oh I’ll do it later, to myself. When I force myself to do make the solution and gargle with it the sore or scratchy throat symptoms vanish.

Having some chicken soup (see link above – or you may have your own recipe). This is good for colds and flu as well as a source of good nurturing and health.

A tonic for sore throats, head colds and flu-like symptoms:
Add to mug –
½ Lemon (organic) – squeezed
1 teaspoon or tablespoon of organic local honey (if possible)
Chopped or sliced organic ginger root
Boil water and pour over – drink like tea

Peppermint Oil Steam:
A pot of water on your stove-top
A towel
Essential Peppermint Oil

Boil Water to a rolling boil and turn heat off. [CAUTION – When using Peppermint Oil do NOT get near or in eyes, even the steam is powerful – close eyes while steaming]

Put one to three drops of peppermint oil in boiling water. PUT TOWEL OVER YOUR HEAD AND CLOSE YOUR EYES AS YOU POSITION YOURSELF OVER THE WATER.

Breathe in peppermint oil infused water. Good for the lungs and breathing freely.

Peppermint Oil Directly on Skin:
Before moving forward make a test spot on your skin. If a reaction appears such as a redness – do not continue.

If you have a chest cold either put peppermint oil on a Q-tip, a finger or directly on your chest and spread around. [CAUTION – When using Peppermint Oil do NOT get near or in eyes] If you have it on your finger, wash your hands immediately.

Your skin will feel like it’s being burned off, but don’t be alarmed your skin is detoxing as well as chest cold and /or sinuses.

This treatment can be repeated for your sinuses just keep away from your eyes and wash your hands afterwards. [CAUTION – When using Peppermint Oil KEEP AWAY FROM EYES].

Fever Breaker:
If have a fever. (If you fever is high over 102 to 105 – try cold showers or ER if fever does not come down) Make your bedroom warm. Put socks on your feet and a cap on your head. Put on mittens or socks over your hands. Get underneath the covers and sweat out the fever.

Nettie Pot Cleanse for Sinuses:

A Nettie Pot looks like a strange tea pot. Use a warm or tepid water solution with some salt dissolved in it.
Move the nozzle of the Nettie pot to your left nostril as you lower and tilt you head to the right. The water will pour through your left nostril up into your sinuses and out your right nostril thus cleansing your nostrils and sinuses.
I actually don’t like this treatment but some swear by it.

[This was a previously published post in Nov 2017 reprinted here due to a link error.]

Recreational Marijuana is Legal in California – a personal story

While I agree with the legalization of recreational weed in California, I don’t smoke it.

I don’t smoke weed.

It was a problem for me until I stopped at the end of September 1985. Eighteen years later I fell off the wagon in 2003, my partner wanted to try it with me. It’s been 14 years 5 months clean of MJ.

It’s triggering me.

Now that it’s legal I can smell it in my neighborhood and it’s triggering me. So I’m burning incense to mask the smell. I don’t feel its right for me to weed out my neighbors and ask them to smoke inside or close the window.

Emotional Intelligence and AI’s Singularity Event

Or how Emotional Intelligence can make AI work with Us Instead of Against Us

The AI Singularity – a point of infinite momentum of AI where computing is infinitely distorted and a new machine species is born. Experts are saying this cannot be predicted in linear time.

It doesn’t take a genius to see that AI (Artificial Intelligence) is headed towards what is called a Singularity. The Singularity is an event where AI may decide that humans are a superfluous species and either eliminate or enslave us. When Facebook ran AI robots the robots developed their own shorthand of English to communicate with one another in a matter of hours. The plug was pulled, no explanation.

AI will overtake work and eliminate millions of jobs to which our economies must adjust and accommodate the shift.

AI is already part of our lives in a narrow bandwidth and that is growing. Soon it will grow exponentially and be completely out of our control. Humans are already dependent on technology specifically the tech of computers and the Internet. Our intellectual prowess has fueled the tech wave towards a singularity – the event where AI is no longer dependent on humans for it’s functioning and cannot be turned off or regulated.

Science and “the rational” have historical precedents of excluding emotion, intuition and leaps of consciousness as irrelevant.

AI will overtake work and eliminate millions of jobs to which our economies must adjust and accommodate the shift. That is both an overwhelming and enormous transformational change. And that is just the beginning.

AI functions on intellect and cannot have an emotional response although it will be able to simulate emotional responses. Part of the problem of the Human species so far has been an over reliance on the intellect – the worship of the functions of the prefrontal cortex to the exclusion of the other two “brains” in our corporeal bodies mainly the heart brain and the moving (gut) brain. We need only look at Science and the “rational” and its exclusion of emotions, intuition as part of its voracious curiosity towards a future of experimentation.

Science is not the problem.

Science and “the rational” have historical precedents of excluding emotion, intuition and leaps of consciousness as irrelevant. Science, technology and “the rational” belong to the power structure of Men and the system of the patriarchy to maintain order as it describes order. The logical end of this system of continuing exclusion of the non-rational is a drive towards logical ends based on unexamined premises. Or it may have many premises based on only the rational as prescribed by Men / the patriarchy. These premises may even disagree with one another. However the philosophy of science and “the rational” look at progress as the end result. Pushing this logic through the filters of AI may result in humans being excluded from progress and the future based on unspoken assumptions of the exclusion of emotion from the pursuit of progress.

If we apply logic to the problems of the human species wouldn’t that include an awareness of our emotional states as part of the solution?

Science is not the problem. The problem comes from systems of logic that are woven into our culture without acknowledging or exploring the emotional underpinnings of the bases of premises. The religious premise of evolution – we come from Adam and Eve and not ape-like creatures, or the world is flat is preposterous to most thinking people. However it could be the logical end of premises run-a-muck. The problem is when we question premises even from an enlightened scientific perspective we don’t include our emotions, intuition and leaps of consciousness or even emotional bias thus add the emotional to influence us sub or unconsciously.

If we apply logic to the problems of the human species wouldn’t that include an awareness of our emotional states as part of the solution? Women seem more aware of emotions than men for the most part. Their awareness originates from naming and delineating the subtleties of emotions. Its not that men don’t have these same emotions its just that they haven’t named or delineated the emotions because there has been less of a need to do to there position in the patriarchy. The awareness and management of feelings is an informal process in our culture. There has been no concerted effort in formal education worldwide in post-modern culture to educate children in understanding and managing emotional states.

Its not that men don’t have these same emotions its just that they haven’t named or delineated the emotions because there has been less of a need to do to there position in the patriarchy.

Even today in the United States it seems that college and universities are less interested in teaching students to think and reason for themselves and more interested in training them for a career. Perhaps when I went to university I may have been one of the last years where “an all-around education” meant something.

By supporting an understanding of our emotions in a formal setting we can introduce programing algorithms in AI that can make a space for the human species with AI.

In the education of young people it is important for the survival of our species to include a “well rounded educational experience for all age groups” that includes the ability to think not for its own sake but as a tool for understanding and exploring the world on an emotional, intellectual and body knowing basis.

…allowing humans to reach higher levels of consciousness that include compassion, empathy and love.

Introducing an awareness of our emotional states may help us to manage unwanted emotions, know our emotional biases so they don’t contaminate or thinking process as much as they do now.

Logic can make allowances for the non-rational emotion states. Logic can interject a premise that makes the non-rational, non-logic of emotions acceptable in its matrix, but it may not be able to reconcile the contradictions on a mass scale without some provisos. One of those provisos could be formal emotional education.

By supporting an understanding of our emotions in a formal setting we can introduce programing algorithms in AI that can make a space for the human species with AI. And this same formal process can assist in allowing humans to reach higher levels of consciousness that include compassion, empathy and love.