I just want to note out loud that I missed the obvious in not including Mercury-Uranus in Monday’s column, and its association with a huge mess this morning. There are two factors that I can identify. One is my tendency to look a little ahead in time of where I left off the last piece. I was looking at Thursday’s Full Moon and not at Monday’s chart.
The second is more of a personal matter, which is total exhaustion with the seemingly endless nonstop game of deflect, distract and disrupt being played with our hearts and souls by the government-media-corporate establishment.
We are being constantly immersed in manufactured conflict, which we must either ignore or to some extent get caught up in — a real dilemma for any aware and ethical person.
I feel a lot like my therapist-mentor Joe Trusso felt when I called him up after 9/11 and he said to me: I’m getting sick of this bullshit, which has been going on my whole life (he was born in 1942).
I am sick of it, and feel honor bound to pay attention, and to report what I know, because not only do I carry press credentials that I have earned based on the love of my craft, and built a news organization, I have being a reporter and editor burnished into my soul. And if there was a time when devoted reporters were more needed than we are now, I would like to hear about it. It must have been pretty damned weird (the end of Atlantis comes to mind).
I’ll share my personal story of finding out about the massacre inside the Navy headquarters this morning. I fell asleep to my recording of the Coxing — the stream that runs through the Grandmother Land — and at some point in the morning woke up, flipped on MSNBC and then fell asleep again.