Tuesday, June 24, 2008
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There was a young lady from Fisa Whose wires were tapped in disguisa She was soon driven mad Lost all the sense that she had But can anyone really criticisa?
Monday, June 23, 2008
The Fickle Sun
Or should I get another fake something or other and preserve my freedom?" I'll take a look around this evening.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
The Realm of Imagination
It's the ancient battle between the light of day and the cover of night, where senses rule and non-linear, non-rational experience dominates. When the two meet, mysterious images come into the light seeking conscious appraisal. Hidden feelings emerge for recognition. As a Cancer I've battled all my life with exposure. Does the sun kill the essence of dreams and my rich imaginary world, or does it add vitality and meaning? Mercury has just gone direct in Gemini becoming the hook for these fears looking for events as a road to understanding.
Obama has terrified the Netroots Community on the issue of privacy. The Constitution has become a copy of Moses' tablet imbued with extreme mystical power that must be obeyed with dictatorial force. Never mind that it is a flawed document created by imperfect beings. All forgotten in this mighty imaginary world. Privacy is God. The Constitution is now the umbilical savior. The 4th Amendment, 4th planet Cancer, 4th house. With 4 planets in Cancer, yes, the United States is concerned with privacy. The Sun is just crossing Obama's Venus soon to transit the USA stellium. The deity of light is illuminating as he usually does.
What are they really afraid of? Constitutional violations? Every rule is destined to be violated. The Holy Book has been ejected, after diabolical acts, into the netherworlds they say, and we are doomed without mercy, but it's much more primordial than that.
Cancer governs human instinct, unschooled response. What people are grappling with is trust. Should we trust this unusual man, the chalice holding our dreams at the moment, or is he just another corrupt politician?
Or is it a mask covering fear of change as the attempt to equate him with the past gears up? Or perhaps the fear of authority has made it imperative to diminish him immediately now that he's emerged triumphant. And, of course, the obsession's basic fact -- the masking of people's fears about their own lives, the only thing that really matters. And the feeling of powerlessness to do anything about it. Enter the 4th Amendment. And the love of wrapping the tongue around anything repeatable ad infinitum en masse unsubstantiated by fact. Oddly like the dreadful media icons. They do so love capital letters and the Z sound.
So the latest conflict has uncovered the truth of feeling and imagination, apart from logical reality. The desperate attempt to rationalize is failing since the omnipotent legislation in question is understood by no one, except perhaps the creators in the inner sanctum. Whether or not Obama is to be trusted is based on individual wiring and response. While some are facing the fear that was always lurking in the subconscious, others are opening up further to trust, as the polls indicate.
Sure, privacy is great. I love it with my Cancer in the 4th house, and my house literally excludes everybody from the outside world, save a few fix-it people. But the second you pick up the telephone and dial, you've given up your privacy and no law can guarantee it. Didn't the people sacrifice it when they got online with windows peering everywhere? Doesn't secrecy work both ways? What is anyone hiding and why? And why find out? But no matter how many wires are tapped and words read, there are crevices in everyone that no one can reach. When the light shines, some entities will scurry into dark spots, others will wiggle around and enjoy the heat. Individual preference.
Cancer also governs the reflective mirror that shows us the reverse dimension of reality. Obama is good at this, and now the flip sides of people's emotional bodies are showing their might. Obama, the angel suddenly became a monster as the Sun entered Cancer. It promises to be fascinating as Mercury transits Gemini and people try to apply logic to their fears while the Sun goes deeper and deeper into Cancer, shining under the rocks exposing their true feelings. A terribly mixed up realm I might add.
What the Presumptive Nominee is doing now is making the political chess moves to get elected. And they're the right ones. Considering his name and skin shade he has to be superb. So FISA is moot at this point, although his judgement of the revised bill is intelligent and his approval and criticisms are based on knowledge.
There are simple political calculations behind the Democratic Party's decisions, such an important victory being rather high priority. Once president he can deal with it appropriately. If unconstitutional, the courts can strike it down, all the more reason for him to take the job and appoint federal judges. There are loopholes so he can pursue the perpetrators if he wants. And he with a Democratic Congress can render most of it impotent. It's solely foreign surveillance and some of it is actually useful. And I believe the tapping is done by computers, those sentient beings, little of the endless chatter contacting human ears.
The Sun is in Cancer for a month .... fears will be felt, then on to Leo, privacy forgotten for the moment, Obama the hero once again with the added knowing dark dimension. Then the nomination and historic speech, and forward we go, the confident pulling the fearful by the hand. Hopefully. Rather than kicking them from behind.
The Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of: John Anster
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Friday, June 20, 2008
Immune To What?
Meanwhile, talk in whispers if you must. In a quiet place away from the shrieking. Upp! Another call. Excuse me.
Painting: Salvador Dali
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Whose Fault Is It?
The Staple Singers I admit it. It can get tiresome how many times I say this, but finding the entity that causes people's suffering is impossible. S*He doesn't exist.
It's not the president, the evil dictator, your mother, your spouse, the sheriff, the white, red, or blue man, not even the earth. The business corporations?? Are you kidding? Who really pulls the strings? Where is the root of injustice? Of self-respect?
It's a big system that involves everyone and everything, including the whole conscious and subconscious realms of each individual. We're guided by attraction and repulsion and know not where the source resides. I think in some ways, we have to trust our luck. Bad things come. They go. Good things come. And then all the in-between. And the moon grows full. Nina Simone did a great version of the old Blind Willie Johnson tune Nobody's Fault But Mine. It's been covered by a lot of musicians.
Well, it's nobody's fault but mine
Nobody's fault but mine
If I don't read, my soul get lost
Nobody's fault but mine My mother taught me how to read
My mother taught me how to read
If I don't read, my soul get lost
Nobody's fault but mine It's nobody's fault but mine
Nobody's fault but mine
If I should die, my soul be lost
It's nobody's fault but mine
Monday, June 16, 2008
The last full moon in Sagittarius conjunct Pluto is upon us. The Sun will form a conjunction with Venus in Hermes-rich Gemini, and Mercury will be just turning direct in same sign. I get the impression that directions are beginning to be defined as Pluto makes this generational transition. In some boss orchestration, when Pluto comes back to 29 late November for the last crossing, the Sun, Moon, Mercury, and Mars will all be conjunct in Sagittarius. What a trip. My view? Gemini is one of the most underestimated signs in the zodiac. I think they prefer it that way. The fact that they are given carte blanche to travel the worlds freely, upper and lower, has always been my clue. No one else gets to go everywhere. They do know the routes. And mostly, the crossroads, those spots of possibility.
Illustration: Juliet Sharman-Burke
Friday, June 13, 2008
Thursday, June 05, 2008
Morning in Varanasi
I love this town. So full of life you can't imagine. Naked sadhus, sari-wrapped beauties, boats, bells, chimes, songs, slapping chapatis, the slap of sticks hitting cows' rear ends (they roam free), all in a symphony day and night. My irreverent father came to visit me there and suggested one day, "Hey! Let's go down to the burning ghats and see what's cooking!" The guy always made me laugh.
I lived for awhile on the Ganges in a houseboat so tiny it could hold 5 ft. me and little else. Naturally I didn't entertain much. But I did play nightly for the international hippie crowd on larger boats. And in a house by the river. Guitar. Songs. Drums. All out in the open. Never a dull moment.
Varanasi, India: Richard Anson