The Mother of all Conspiracy Theories

The Mother of all Conspiracies

In many ways I am lucky. I have lived in the time that spanned the primitive era of communications of the party telephone line where up to 15 people shared a single phone line and newspaper communications. I saw television come into existence and even computers. I was around when the internet was born and with a very expensive service, you could access databases of information. That was way before Google. Now, more information than anyone can process is available at the click of a mouse in a split second if you have a good connection. We used to have to wait for the library to open and then look it up in an Encyclopedia that was at least 5 years out of date! Not only that, but they were huge and heavy. Now all that fits in the palm of your hand.

BUT....before I was even born, before this country was even in its infancy, the founders were warning of a conspiracy to destroy it and the people of this planet. We aren't talking about some nut cases bowing down to Glenn Beck. We are talking about Thomas Jefferson, John Adams, Benjamin Franklin and even our first president, George Washington. Information was hard to come by in those times. Have you ever wondered what they could have stumbled upon to cause them to birth the original conspiracy theory? Those men didn't believe in internet MEMEs...because they didn't exist. They believed in what they could see, hear and touch. They were schooled in logic and reasoning. Where did this come from, you have to ask?

Then we move on to my generation and my parent's generation. President Eisenhower, a decorated military man, warned of the same thing, as did Kennedy when he tried to dismantle the Federal Reserve (a privately owned bank) and then Johnson. No Republican after Eisenhower has breathed the words: Military Industrial Complex. Reagan in a moment of clarity alluded to a Christian Rightwing taking over the country and then slipped back into senility. All these allusions to someone trying to take over the country and the world.

I have sat with some of the most intelligent men simply because a girl of my age asking the right questions was amusing to them. They all spoke of this conspiracy but at no point did they ever nail the conspiracy down, who the conspirators were and how it was to be implemented. All they had because of the constraint of the manner of communications was implication, various threads and a vague “them”.

I asked two questions. Who are they? What is the ultimate goal?

I got no answer because all anyone had was threads...pieces of a puzzle that had no box with a picture. You knew something was going on and you knew it was bad but you didn't know who or really what. You could point to single pieces but not arrange them, every once in a while two piece clicked together and floated like an island in the middle of the rest of the fragments, and you had an overall view that said someone, somewhere was controlling everything to a massive destructive meltdown or something.

Well, we are in the meltdown and no one still has the answers. I've been studying this for over 50 years. Yes, I actually started this study with my father when I was only 8 years old simply because I had the unique ability to connect the dots, i.e. see patterns. My pattern recognition skills were off the charts and he wanted to know what I could see because he couldn't put it together. He had the same talent. Well, it didn't go well until in my teens I realized I was not looking at something that was linear or single dimensional. I was looking layers upon layers of plot and action. The puzzle was multidimensional. I don't expect very many of you to understand that but that is the main reason this conspiracy eludes even the best thinkers of our times and past times.

Let me give you a practical example. Where do you see yourself at 10 PM EST on January the 24^th, 2075? Seriously, think about this.

You cannot answer that question simply because you have no idea what will exist on that date. You are reading this on a laptop, desktop, tablet or maybe a phone, none of which existed 50 years ago. I am sitting on a memory foam topper. The very substance didn't exist. You could not have printed the fabric I am wearing or even created it 50 years ago.

Now I have another question or two. Do you even care where you will be in 50 years? Do you have an exact plan including an address or a vague outline or thought? The answer is really no unless you are fooling yourself. Humans do not plan that far ahead because they don't live that long. You may think about planning something in your 20's but you really expect to be dead by your 70's. So, who plans, if we are to believe Thomas Jefferson and the rest, hundreds of years in advance and why? You're going to be dead. Your kids are going to be dead and even your grand kids are going to be pushing up daisies if you have any. That's a big if.

Now I have given you the answer to who they have to be. They have to be something that lives for hundreds of years to even think about planning that far in advance. Yes, we just fell down the rabbit hole and while you visiting with me here, let's think about something else. You would either have to be world's best psychic or futurist to predict what you will be wearing in a hundred years or control the technology that weaves the material and that means the technology has to exist at that time in the past. You might want to read that a few times.

A washed up drunk CIA agent once told me that any technology I saw come out that day was at least 15 years old. I think he was off by a few thousand years.

Simple point about archeology....hundreds of giant skeletons have been found in North America, most in the Southwest where the native Americans have always claimed a race of giants existed and then died out because they were cannibals, and sent to the Smithsonian where they seem to have disappeared into thin air. With the glory of the Internet and scanners, pictures of these skeletons have surfaced. Why were they hidden?

It seems that anything that did not agree with the history (emphasis on story) was buried or destroyed. What do you gain by hiding history? You are hiding what you have already done. That makes it hard to see what you are doing right now and predict what you will do. In fact, it almost makes it impossible.

From my conclusions, we are dealing with a technologically advanced race that lives pretty much forever and has a definite plan for this planet. They are terraforming the planet through global warming by directing the technology into using coal, oil and gas as sole energy providers. Do you really think we weren't capable of solar and wind power at the same time we developed a dependency on oil? Hemp creates more oil, cleaner oil and better building products and it was outlawed. Why? We've been duped and funneled down a narrow path of existence by something that already had the technology they carefully allowed us to think we were discovering. Instead of some huge Star Trek space ship arriving and changing a barren planet into something livable, they just landed and created million of little terraformers...sort of like nanomachines going in and fixing your organs, or vaccines multiplying through your body to prevent you from catching something.

This is really going to stretch your concept of reality. You cannot imagine 50 years in the future. What if you lived for thousand years. A week our time would seem like a minute or two. Think about your dog or cat. One year in your life equals 7 to 9 years in their life and yet, to you it is still one year. If you lived a thousand years, planning for one century would be in your dayplanner. But far more than that, you and I are nothing more than a blink of their eye, an ant crawling across the surface of the planet. We are irrelevant. We simply do the dirty work of building what they already have planned.

We can see we are being manipulated in one or more directions but we simply can't live long enough o see what we are creating and we can't even look back through history to see the pattern unfolding because history is being hidden from us.

What difference does it make that a race of really tall people populated North America and ate each other? What difference does it make there were cone headed people in South America and Egypt and even now the mutation shows up every once in a while? What difference does it make that Neanderthal interbred with Cro-Magnon and became us? It only makes a difference if you start asking who manipulated the genetics for optimum results and perhaps created us out of a bunch of creatures. Did you know a geneticist has found fragments of pig DNA in our DNA? No one wants to talk about that. We might start asking who god is? And if we do that, they lose their best tool of manipulation.

I also began to ask how you hide from a very curious species for thousands of years. I mean it was once really easy. You just declared yourself god, build a city with good security and ruled. However, to achieve your ultimate plan of terraforming, you had to allow the creatures you created to multiply and ruin (I mean upgrade) the existing planet. So at some point, right around the Middle Ages, angels and god disappeared and stopped showing themselves to man. Perhaps it was because we might notice they weren't completely like us nor were they any supernatural creature, just something a few steps above us and probably subject to being whacked with a big stick.

As long as we did not travel the globe, they could just pick up and move every few years to a prepared location and resume their cushy lifestyle.

Google Earth Maps has put an end to that even though it now allows them to keep way better tabs on us. Every advance at this point has a counter point that is not advantageous to our controllers.

Living that long must be pretty boring, eventually. What if you were stuck for centuries with your pets and a few people? You'd be pretty nuts by now. The conversation has reached repetition. The jokes are not only old but rotted. You are probably talking to yourself for an intelligent challenge. Not only that, but whoever sent you here had to know that was going to happen. There is too much chance you might go off the deep and start playing games, not following the master plan, if you remembered it.

Now we have returned to good old Thomas and his crew that only believed in what they could see, hear and touch. Somewhere, there must be a hard copy of the plan and what each step has to be. You don't leave a whole plant in the hands of what was probably young people in their perspective and plan on coming back in a few hundred thousand years without a hard copy plan. That has to be what these leaders at some point have seen and tried to make minor adjustments to throw it off course. After all, you know you can't trust your dog not to steal your shoe when you aren't looking. When the dog figures out how make shoes, it will copy your shoes and chew them. That means , my friends, the ultimate goal is not in our favor. Otherwise, just go with the flow and have fun. These men fought to their dying day to disrupt whatever roller coaster we are on.

As one old TV show started with: “We have the technology....”, and we do. All we have to do is wake up and realize something doesn't have our best interests at heart, take control because we way outnumber them and numbers always win, and then fix our planet and our society.

We can never go back to where we were. Global warming is a fact and we have to quickly adapt every aspect our lives. We have to be the architects of our world. We have to throw the money people, as money has become the new god, out of our temple. We have to change world into a global community in order to defeat them simply because they have controlled us globally since day one. We must become a community of individuals, each with their own talents and each living their own lives in peace to create what we as a global community need.

Rationally, what difference does it matter if your neighbor is purple? Just think about it. Does a white cat care if it has black and striped kittens. No, they are all cats. Fur is just something they wear. Skin is just something we wear. Color is something “they” use to divide us. Does it really matter what your neighbors believe? God or no god doesn't plant the garden, you do. Does it matter what they wear? In the matter of surviving, having enough food and shelter, getting medical care and help when you need it, the only thing that matters is another human helping you, not what they look like or what religion they follow. All that matters is their talent.

Overthrow the overseers by refusing to buy their hatred and division. It doesn't matter what you believe, what your color or sex is or what you wear, to them you are nothing more than an inconvenient worker ant slave that eventually has to be culled to only those who will bow down and service them. You really don't want to make that grade. Your only strength is in numbers, united.

I dreamt of Mary.....Oddly.

I awoke from a very odd dream this morning. I was looking at this man holding up a book he had written entitled “Mary, God of the Common Man”.

I thought catchy title. Bet it won't take off and then I started thinking; she should be.

I mean think about it. Here is some poor girl from a family where her father is a rabbi and there is some question about whether the mother is playing around with a couple of angel guys because after 20 years the old man hasn't delivered a single kid and is probably shooting blanks. Come Mary's 4^th birthday or so, the angel guys come back around and since she is cute and smart, they take her to the Essene school to be raised and you can bet her parents wound up paying the tuition. There were no free schools.

While she there being the perfect daughter, studying hard and probably washing floors (no mops or sponges or good soap and wax..we are talking rags and water in leaky buckets here) along comes the God Guy that runs the place and says he has decided she gets the honor of bearing his baby and none of the fun because he's not hanging around. Wow, I bet the other kids had a great time with that one taunting her. You get the idea: like mother, like daughter. They probably weren't buying the angel stuff 'so we get the best looking young girls and the best food' either from the angels.

The local Essenes aren't too keen on young pretty virgins being pregnant in their care so they marry her off to some old guy named Joseph, that she's never seen before, and he immediately takes off with whatever they paid him and doesn't show up until he finds out he needs her and the little bastard for tax purposes. She's about to pop and off they go, probably him riding the mule and her walking a respectful ten paces behind dodging mule poop, until she goes into labor and gets dropped off in a cave until the Joe man gets back from town with a midwife. He's gone so long, as he probably made a stop in the local bar, that by the time he gets back with the midwife (probably the other Mary's mother if you get my drift), this inexperienced little girl has given birth by herself, cleaned the baby up (no water), wrapped him in some rags and fallen asleep. Next thing she knows a bunch of creepy foreign guys with camels show up claiming this is the son of God, which is the story the Essenes gave her, with real practical gifts like air fresheners and they probably needed it to cover the odor of alcohol because I got five bucks they and Joe concocted this story in the bar to explain the wife of a couple of months he never slept with....and the baby. Didn't do to piss the local Essenes off if he wanted more money and business and lets not forget the tax man.

So for the next thirty or so years, she throws her heart and soul into being a good wife and remember we are talking about an Orthodox Jewish house with two sets of dishes to clean and two sets of food to cook for every meal along with those visits from the rabbi to make sure the house is clean and in order. You can bet every time there was a tiny slip up she got reminded of the 'virgin birth' and every time the little bastard slipped up it was all, “where's baby daddy when you need money for food and tuition?”

And let's talk about he who was no peach in this orchard. After wiping up poop, cleaning the little butt, scrounging food, staying up all night, and working her little ass off taking care of this baby, does she get the Jewish mother's dream of a doctor, a lawyer or even a carpenter? Heck no! She gets some layabout that hangs out with his 12 same sex friends and prostitute, eating (I saw a ham in one of those last supper paintings), drinking and claiming to turn water into wine or more likely they were too drunk to notice the cheap stuff he was passing off as wine, and pissing off the local rabbis and bankers to the point they have the Romans lock him up and execute him.

Then what happens? Do you read anything about Joe man getting him a lawyer? Oh, no, she has to provide the money for the funeral and the best she can do is a cheap cave with a big rock and then Baby Daddy shows up and steals the body claiming he's the Dad now...sure where was he at three in the morning when little son of god has colic and diarrhea? Or brings home a prostitute like he can't find a nice Jewish girl?....and declares son part of a holy trinity one of which is imaginary. The poor woman has worked all her life because this God guy rapes her to be an upstanding good Jewish wife and mother and not only does he blow the lie that this is Joe's kid but comes off the crazy uncle.

In the end what does poor Mary really get? She gets less mention in the biography her son's, probably drunken, friends write than the prostitute. When she has a book written about her, the 'priests' throw it out of the Bible because she's a woman and not good enough to have a chapter in their great holy book about the kid she raised because you know Joe wasn't hanging around the little bastard. The money for that gig probably stopped at the marriage certificate. I bet she had to save money out of the food budget to pay for school.

She gets screwed by the establishment (god), spends her whole life working her little ass off to pay for a meager life and tries to raise a good kid. What does she get? Nothing but the honor of birthing the “son of God”!

What does the kid get for spending time telling everyone to love one another: godhood. Oddly, that line didn't fly during the 60's.

And just to put the cherry on this sundae, who gets all the credit and press? Why, that would be baby daddy who claims to be God with his imaginary friend the Holy Ghost.

If she were sitting here today I think I know exactly what she would say to you. “Virgin Birth? It hurts just as much as unvirgin birth and I was in labor for nine hours. I had to walk into Bethlehem. You ever try to balance a squirming, screaming newborn and hold onto a donkey? No can do and the old bastard kept saying his arthritis was hurting him and he needed the mule. Arthritis? More like his hangover? I wash, I clean, I cook, I scrimp and save for that boy's education and what do I get? Criticism because I can't afford a nice supper and funeral. That water to wine crack was about me not having the good stuff for his hoard of drunken friends. And after all these years, who shows up playing crazy god? Huh, who?? His daddy and steals the body to do who knows what!”

Yes, she should be the god of every women who has ever given birth and had to raise a baby. She should be the god of the common man: screwed and then has to spend her life cleaning up the consequences of the establishment (god) and paying to do it; then pink slipped with a bad review for the last office party. And all she gets a couple of lines...birthed him...buried him and no credit in the final corporate report.

And you are worshiping the corporation and the CEO...real smart.

Happy New Year; Just Kidding.

Happy New Year.....Just kidding.

I mean, who out there actually expects any change in the coming year? Be honest, because I have to be honest with myself for a change.

I wonder how many of you are in the same boat I am.

I awaken with a lot of hope and plans. I even started the day with my handy dandy little list of to do. Laundry was on the top of it and I even managed to get it in the machine before the day did a quick slide from happy and productive to I can't do anything that measures up to anyone's standards.

I had a thought for a happy new year's celebration. Trash that. What's the point? This is the exact day from last year this time, from 30 years ago this time..40 years...Why bother?

Why do we bother? Get a bottle, take it home and get drunk. Wake up with a headache, money in your pocket since you didn't spend it on some stupid club or party and throw up a few times. That pretty much describes your coming year like it has every past year. No, it is not going to get better. Why fool ourselves?

Is it because the TV tells us things will get better if we just spend too much on an outfit we will never wear again, drink too much and freeze our asses off in some square with a thousand other idiots watching a ball drop. I mean what are we, cats chasing a red dot down a clock? If we just resolve to be thinner, exercise, eat right and think positive thoughts the world will be a nicer place and don't forget your nightly dose of war, famine, pain and suffering from the foxes, a boss on a power trip to see everyone slaving unhappily away, the knife in your back and a mate you can never please. Oh yes, things are going to get better.

You see the problem is you can only change yourself and no one around you is interested in change in any manner. My professor used to say the world is divided up between watchdogs and retrievers. When you send a retriever out you can never really be sure what it will bring back. It might the duck you think you shot or it might just a dead skunk. However, you can always be sure that if anything changes just a tiny bit in its surroundings, your watchdog will bark its head off and try to kill it. Unfortunately, watchdogs outnumber retrievers about a thousand to one. If you are reading this, you are probably a retriever in a houseful of watchdogs.

After the week I've had, the pain is now localized to the area the 50 pound queen storage headboard whacked my head, you are not in a good mood. You are in an even worse one when you realize your first impression that someone was really wishing you dead is fact when you are outside and you hear that familiar sliding sound. Unfortunately, my reflexes are fast and well trained. I stepped to the side before I knew what I was doing and there were two heavy fatigue mats that have been in the same place for a month, sliding right into where my head was. I say unfortunately because they were too light to kill me and they didn't.

You see, I am sick and tired of the hate. I am sick and tired of never measuring up to anyone's standards. I am sick and tired of the constant grumbling. I am sick and tired of trying. There are some people you can never please. Everything elicits a negative response, no matter what it is: gifts, a touch and word of praise. Every time you feel happy, have a plan or idea or just want to share something that brought you a smile, they have a negative response. They are watchdogs. They bark, growl and attack. It is all they know and they rule the world. They have been ruling for thousands of years with hate and fear and they are not giving up the position now. They have staked their little spot out in the world, expanded it and they are keeping it until they die.

Trust me, it will be easier for the retrieves to die than change anything, have any happiness or manage to make any small spot in the world better. Just let them kill each other. In the end, maybe there will be just one happy little watchdog left that will have to commit suicide because it has nothing left to do and happy is change.

Killing You Softly with Fear

Hubert wrote in Dune, “Fear is the mind killer”.

He was almost right.

Fear is the killer of the Universe.

Once someone convinces you to fear something, you have to eliminate it or suffer endlessly from fear of it. You will never have any peace of mind as long as what you fear exists.

You must hate what you fear because hate gives power and energy and more than that, hate gives freedom from consequences. What you hate makes you fear for your life, so you now have license to kill it. As long as you hate/fear something, you can do anything to it to escape.

Fear is what will kill the Universe and everything in it.

But what if you had no fear? Impossible, you say. You have to have fear. Things would kill you, maim you and take everything you work for away from you!

Really?

Let's look at the cat and mouse. The common house cat is the most efficient predator ever to evolve. Yes, it beats its larger cousins by a mile. Mice on the other hand are also deadly through disease and famine. Mice will eat anything and in huge quantities. When I used mice in behavior experiments I was shocked at how much they ate and how high my feed bill was. A female mouse can produce up to 35 babies every 21 days. I have seen domestic mice so pregnant, they could barely waddle. Cats love a nice mouse snack. Is the mouse afraid of the cat? NO! I know you are shocked, but the mouse knows the cat will eat it and it doesn't live in fear of the cat. Mice live happy little lives eating everything they want and can find, breeding and raising their little families never giving the cat one thought unless they get outside and the cat shadow appears. Now, the mouse is not afraid of the cat, it is fearful of all shadows because it knows something may kill it. It might be a cat or a huge rock bouncing down the path. Smart mice avoid open areas, but mice don't hate cats or fear them. Cats really don't occupy a neuron in their tiny little minds and if the cat is well fed they even make friends with them.

Did you notice how fear in the mouse only occurs when an actual threat is barreling down upon their little furry bodies. Fear doesn't exist as a condition in the real world. It only exists in the make believe world of power hungry people.

So, what do you fear?

Poverty? Make money, Trade goods and services. Work to reform the economic system that demands poverty as a condition for a few to have power and things.

Illness? Eat right. Treat your body as the marvelous machine it is. Make certain everyone has health care as it is some invisible bug you catch from someone else that is more likely to do you in than a bus hitting you. It is in your best interests to keep everyone around you healthy.

Death? Well, that normally happens due to ill health and the poverty that creates it and a normal wearing out of your body after a hundred or more years. Fear will make it happen in way less time as fear is the ultimate predator, weakening every system in the body.

Accident? Watch where you are going. Pay attention to your surroundings. Mice do not walk over to cats and pry their mouths open and incidentally, they don't have cell phones.

War? Well, war is caused by convincing people they need to fear another people because they are going to.....okay be ready for stupid....change their way of life...as though their way of life is so wonderful in the first place. Personally, I hope Iceland invades us and wins, but there is no chance of that as Iceland doesn't want a single thing we have, except maybe Florida and they haven't been here in the summer.

So, what are you afraid of....communism and socialism. Those are economic systems. They can't pick up a gun and shoot you. They are ideas. The only thing that needs to fear an idea is another idea that thinks the first idea might be better. All you need to do with an idea is reject it not kill the person talking about it. Just say no. Walk away. You don't even have to disagree. If enough people walk away and stop listening, the idea dies. Pay close attention to the stops listening part of that sentence.

Why would you listen to something that isn't going to make your life better and happier or help you in any way. Why would you be listening in the first place if your life was happy and great? Is that possibly why someone wants to make sure you never hear these other ideas?

Can you imagine how boring the world would be if every house was painted white, had 2 trees in the front yard with 7 shrubs, a specific type of vehicle in the driveway, you wore the same clothes and shoes as your neighbors, wore your hair in one of 7 approved styles, ate specific a style food like pizza, burgers and prepared dinners, went to work 5 days a week for Corporations, went to school to learn the skills to work for these Corporations for 12 years, listened to the music, looked at the art and watched the TV shows that were approved of by these Corporations and worship at the Churches approved by the Corporations while you elected the people to run your lives via the government that were approved to run for office by these Corporations. Corporations are people. Corporations are so much more than people, they have the ultimate power of life, quality of life and even death. Corporations are God.

Yes, most of you already live in that world and you very much want to kill anyone that doesn't.

“A slave hates any vestige of freedom.” Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare. Hummmm.....William: willing to....Shakespeare....shakes a spear.....you do know no one really knows who he or she was but I think the taken name makes a suggestion. He was willing to shake a threatening spear of ideas at the established church/government that insisted on total control of the lives and thoughts of its people as long as he was anonymous.

You probably don't know this, but in the book removed from the Bible, Jesus' life was chronicled beyond the couple of years you know about. He studied and traveled far and wide as a member of the Essene privileged class. He had to escape India and the caste conscious Brahmin who had taught and supported him for suggesting there was nothing wrong with associating with the darker skinned lower poor and nothing wrong with teaching them religion. He left the Buddhists to return home for his Bar Mitzvah. Yes, he was Jew. He didn't fear new ideas. The Essene didn't fear the Hindus. The Hindus didn't fear the Buddhists. They all feared anything that might change their life style because only the leaders had a lovely little life style with lot's of poor, uneducated people to support them.

So you might assume correctly that powerful people require a lot of poor, stupid people to support their life style and it really is life style because there is no difference between them and the people killing themselves to maintain THEIR lifestyle. They are all one race: human.

However, the seething masses of poor eventually decide to take things from their richer cousins and their richer cousins have learned that through a couple of nasty little revolutions. As long as they, the richer cousins, were able to control the people through religion and make them think they had some control through an elected government, life was good.

Then one day someone invented the internet, smart phones and satellites.

Ooooops. Now people met people, one on one, across the entire world and started asking why they should kill their Muslim Farm game playing buddies when they have nice pictures of their families and homes that looked pretty much like the nice pictures of their families and homes they were posting half a world away. Oooops.

What those pictures didn't look like was Dubai's massive entertainment complexes for the rich and famous, a pizza giant's castle home, the gold and crystal churches of a religious empire, the palaces of kings and queens or even the mini castles university heads lived within because they needed to impress to get money. Impress what upon whom you may well ask. That would be the corporate heads who dole out money to higher education so they will teach the slaves useful skills to make the corporations money or entertain them with sports games. Do you ever see a corporation giving money to poetry? Heck no. Shakespeare taught them the folly of that when his plays and poems almost overturned their world world of wealth and privilege.

So, the rulers of your minds and bodies aren't a God. They are people who now use a corporation (they are people now, you know) to hide behind in order to spread the fear of ideas to you. Now, you can kill the corporations and the people just make a new one to hide behind. They actually have so many they are hiding behind, they have to consult their lawyers to find out if a specific little fear mongering corporation is theirs. They regularly kill off and start wars with their own corporations and countries. There are no countries...there are corporations.

And you see, fear is the universal killer of love, friendship and even life but first it has to kill your mind and through MEMES, and it is doing a smashingly good job of it.

So, what idea do you fear today? Is it the brown one? The black one? The gay one? The Muslim one? The peacock one? The crystal one? The meat one? The flying spaghetti one? The Baptist one? The Catholic one? The Buddhist one? The other sports team one? The I-Phone one? The Android operating system one? The vegetarian one? The government one? The gun takers one?

I saw a bumper sticker this week that read: “I VOTE NRA”

Gee, did you know the NRA was running for an office?

It is, you know. It's a corporation. It's a non-profit corporation so it pays no taxes. Isn't that lovely? It joins it friends (well, they are people that can have friends) the churches, the sports teams and the think tanks that write your laws.

How very convenient!

Who do you fear today?

What do you love???

Beware the Gate 

Please forgive any typos. My vision is blurry and I am touch typing and not able to read what is on the screen very well after yesterday's accident.

Over the past year, you have told me what you hate. You hate the poor who buy candy bars with SNAP and take all your tax money from the Pentagon. You hate anyone who wants to regulate anything: guns, corporations (excluding banks) and businesses. You hate big government. You hate socialists and communists but fascists may be okay. You hate Muslims and anyone who isn't a Christian just like you. You hate gays and anyone who believes differently from you. You hate people who say the climate is changing. You hate anyone who isn't white. You hate the poor and the elderly because they are taking all your tax money and the Pentagon needs it. You do not want anyone to have health care unless they have the cash to pay for it. You hate the elderly because they hang onto their jobs too long and your kids can't get promotions because of them. You hate the handicapped because they need frivolous things you can't use like wheel chair ramps, handicapped toilets (unless you have a dozen kids to pack into the stall with you), bandages, medicines and can't pay for them. You hate smart people because they are always saying things you don't understand but you love the CEO's of companies because they put those smart people in their place. You hate weak, compassionate people who feed the poor, care for the ill and clean the streets. You hate liberals, commies, unions and socialists. You hate.......

Now tell me what you love. God? Country? The NRA and NASCAR? Your Gun? Your independence? Freedom?

Can any of them hold you at night when the pain from an accident like I suffered yesterday is too much to stand? Can any of them comfort you at night when pain from your soul is too much and the tears soak your pillow? How does it feel to survive, ALONE?

In high school we all learned a poem by Edgar Allen Poe: The Raven. It appealed to the angst of our teenage years and had a catchy rhythm. It is actually musical. Everyone thinks it is a love poem to a lost love but it has a deeper meaning my friends, and one you might consider. Some of you read Alice in Wonderland. Both feature the same creature, the Raven who is the jabberwocky, and both quote one word, “nevermore”.

The Raven is a symbol of the Morrigan, the goddess of death, war, poetry but not strife. She is a Muse and one of the Hags of Fate that weave your destiny through the threads the life beginning the moment you are born. When she said nevermore, what she really means is the Poet is doomed to roam the earth without inspiration, love and soul comfort for eternity, though he shall enjoy the comfort of a warm home, food and the vanities of life. Oddly, the Raven perches on a bust of Pallas, also know as Pallas Athena, in her final form. She is the virgin goddess of reason, intelligent activity, arts and literature. None of these poet shall ever enjoy now that love has left his life.

So tell me what are you grateful for this holiday season? Is it a list of things produced by artificial people (corporations) laid on the altar of commercial success by the very people you hate?

What do you really love?

Can it actually love you back?

Just asking......

New Years' Special on Tarot Readings

New Years Special Readings

It's the time of year I offer my New Years Special which is good through January 6^th, 2014.

What's so special?

For one thing, the price. My special readings are offered through E-Mail only and that takes a lot more time than in-person readings. You get a picture of the cards of YOUR layout. Lastly, you get my specially designed layout to give you the information you need to change your life if you don't like what is coming up.

READING 1: is a one month only reading, newly designed to give you some extra information like who may or what may be working against you and who or what is working with you including what appears to be the desired outcome. That will tell you if you are your worst enemy in the monthly scenario. The price is $35.00.

READING 2: is the general year long reading for 2014. I use an astrological house spread to tell what is affecting which area of your life because the Zodiac House Chart is the most comprehensive schematic of life I have found. This reading portrays the energies affecting your life areas all year and should be taken as a blue print. Good energies should be enhanced and those you really don't like should be muted. The price is $50.00.

In addition to the readings, for $7.77 more, I will analyze the reading spread and tell you what items to put on your altar to enhance the positive qualities or defuse the really negative qualities, showing up in the reading. You have to make your own altar. I am just telling you the additional items that may help you out.

Payments have to be made via paypal for quick turnaround to Cosmicjanice@gmail.com and your email address included in the comments. I really do need to know where to send your email reading and your date of birth or just astrological sign lets me know when YOU show up in the reading.

Both readings will be available at the shop, for $50.00 and $75.00 respectively because in person you get to ask questions.

Also coming next year will be Design an Altar readings, so you can set up your personal altar(s). You will learn things like which metals to use on your personal altar, what colors should dominate and what items should be there to make it most effective. This will take at least an hour and you will need your date of birth, place and preferably the time for an astrological (Western and Eastern) chart. It does NOT include the items. Those you have to find on your own but I tell your what items to use. We will work on the proper placement of the altar if you have your whole house or room to use, using Feng Shui. The cost will be $100.00. I am working on a way to do this via email as I have a lot of requests, but it requires a lot of back and forth between us. So stay tuned on that one.

P.S. I just realized I can print out your reading and send it snail mail but that will be and extra 2.75 postage...this might be a lot of paper and ink....For that I will need an address....Priority mail is an extra 5.75 instead of 2.75 and recommended.

Ever wonder how you got into a relationship?

The Astrology of Attraction

Whenever love and sex are mentioned in astrology, you hear about Mars, Venus and the Moon. There are three planets astrologers shy away from and unfortunately they are the trouble makers in relationships or I should say, non-relationships. These are the planets you have to know about in your chart because those 3 planets are getting any action with the other person's chart, you have the recipe for disaster.

When I worked in psychiatry, we often had people coming in to 'work on their relationship'. The thing is, if a relationship is going to work, it doesn't require work. I would sneak back to my desk, pull up the birth dates and look at the planets and giggle. They had fallen into the attraction trap. There was no relationship to work on between those two people.

Here's how it works and it is interesting because every 5 years or so, the image of the beautiful people in Hollywood changes, sometimes dramatically. However, if you keep track of Uranus and his aspects, you can not only predict who will rise to fame but even what colors will be popular. You see, Uranus is the planet of sudden attractions. My Uranus is in Cancer, and my Sun, Mercury and Jupiter are in Pisces, all water planets. One of my first serious attractions was with a Cancer. After that quick disaster, I swore off all water signs. What happens in a Uranian attraction is as soon as it is satisfied, it ends. It's that embarrassing moment when you wake up next to the person and wonder if you can tiptoe out only to discover you are in your own bedroom. There is no need to worry, wait an hour and they will tiptoe out.

Worse problems develop when there are strong aspects to Neptune, the planet of illusion, wishful thinking and denial. Neptunian attractions are spiritual, like finding your soul mate but NOT! What you find is an illusion you have created or worse, a psychopath who is pretending to be just what you always wanted. We once had a man who was married to several women at the same time. Unfortunately for him, they found out. The fascinating thing was, they all looked enough alike to be sisters. Now he swore he carefully chose his victims based on their psychology not appearance. Physical appearance tends to be mostly your rising sign and partially your sun sign. He was choosing women whose sun or rising sign was the same as his Neptune's sign. That gave him the power of illusion over them. Thus, they all looked alike. Neptune is the one planet in a chart you really want to watch out for because it can be the position in which you lie to yourself and you are most easily deceived. Now, when you have a solely Neptunian attraction, it usually never gets acted upon and is just plain confusing. Neither person figures out the others' motives because neither has any motives. It's like trying to have a relationship in a deep fog. My Neptune is in Libra and as I say, I think I dated a Libra once. He kept giving me tickets to events and then he might show up but usually not. But, if you add Uranus into the mix that is when they are working on their relationship. Good old Neptune will keep throwing them back together for Uranus to light the flame and once more they are wondering why they are there or how they got there. These are the people who marry, divorce and marry again ad infinitum. It is also where the erroneous belief that opposites attract comes from so keep in mind opposites may attract but they don't stay together well.

Lastly comes the dangerous spark to the mix and that is old Pluto. Pluto is the planet of transformation and also of fatal violence. That last part everyone seems to be very keen on sweeping under the carpet. Any relationship in which Pluto is prominent will be transforming but not necessarily in a good way and seldom if ever in an easy way. Add some hard aspects to Uranus or a placement in the 12^th house and you could wind up dead. Throw Neptune into the mix and run as fast as you can. What could go wrong? Everything and you'll never quite figure out what if you survive.

So, Mars, Venus and the Moon may be nice, literally, but it's the heavy planets you need to really watch in a relationship. They can be the ties that strangle.