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.
When I figured out that it was Monday morning and once again we were waking up to news of something utterly horrid, my first thought was: more of this crap. They just keep laying it on us. I still hadn’t ‘figured out’ what was happening.
Then I slipped into liminal stage — right at the edge of consciousness, and this confused story became a kind of plot structure for my dreams. I was in an airport mall near the scene of the shooting. Government officials were herding a group of reporters down a corridor and up a flight of stairs, away from the action. I was among them, and when I figured out they were trying to make us (the media) go away, I broke away from the pack and ran down the corridor holding my camera, with the strap around my neck — going my own way. I didn’t fear any reprisal or getting snagged or picked up; I just went the other way.
That was the saving grace — the dolphin of Neptune — doing what I do, the way I do it, I am not a member of the media herd; I don’t play to the advertisers; I don’t fail to ask the questions that someone thinks someone would think would be weird to ask. I don’t worry about being called a conspiracy nut: as an investigative reporter and the owner of all my company’s stock, I take responsibility for what I write and I trust that any judge would at least follow my reasoning that led to my conclusion. So I have my independence from the pack.
That’s all very nice. And I may have overlooked Mercury-Uranus as a kind of protest. Enough of this bullshit. Can we just have ONE calm week in world affairs? Why do we go from being on the brink of a world war on one Monday morning to the very headquarters of the most massive Navy ever created being the scene of a mass shooting one week later?
Floating around in my liminal state, noting the time of the incident, I thought, the perfect title of an article about this incident would be: Honor and Discipline in the United States Navy.
One other thing. Last night, I took out this bit from my daily column, sourced by Amanda to one of our minor planet specialists, Kirsti Melto:
Other mythological sources describe her as representing “violent and gushing waters” with another sea deity representing the calm seas (there are usualy numerous versions of any myth). Yet even still waters have powerful currents; all living water is in motion. We will see what manifestation emerges; perhaps we will get the deep, placid side of Pisces rather than the roaring waters.
I have not missed the ‘irony’ that we are getting some news from the sea the week of the Salacia Full Moon. I know this is a proving moment — a moment when we get a glimpse into what this new planet is about. I’m still watching.