It is simple so
What I am, I do
is fated by the sum of my parts
My actions this day
every day from now
was determined at my birth
is that the real why?
I am so confused
It is simple so
What I am, I do
is fated by the sum of my parts
My actions this day
every day from now
was determined at my birth
is that the real why?
I am so confused
Let’s try this again.
I believe that my forecast during the last 30 day period held and Aliens didn’t invade, as predicted. Unless I missed something and it is very possible that I have. For the moment I’ll run with the assumption that the invasion from space didn’t manifest. It could be, though, that I have been captured by these fiendish alien beasts and my brain and therefore consciousness is currently stored is some strange metal case as they transport me through space. Thank you H.P.. If you’d like to read more this idea it is part of H.P. Lovecraft’s whisperer in the darkness which you can find a free audio version of at You Tube. If you are looking for a good case of the creep this story might do it for you, if not at the very least you might find it strange.
Enough of that bull shit and now on to the reading.
Region: The globe.
Date(s); July 5th to August 5th 2017
Cards Drawn: 2 of Staves (wands) and The World (inverse, 21 of the Major Arcana)
Forecast: Between the clown car we call the relationship between the current Administration and the Traditional Media and to a lesser extent the Internet/Citizen Media, all of which is a lot like a sporting event and serves as a great distraction, but also as a source of stress. This combined with rising uncertainty in investment markets and the economy over all along with the beginning of the banging of the war drum, should be directly proportional to the rate of sightings or UFOs or Aerial Phenomena during the next period. In no way am I trying to imply that these sightings are not real, I am simply stating that I am not prepared to label them in any particular way. The bulk of sightings in my mind remain simply that, sightings, something singular though like individual events I may see differently. It came to my attention in my youth back in the late 1970s that there seemed to be a connection between sightings and social stressors regardless of these various stresses sources.
I am saying this now specifically because of the two cards in this reading. The two of wands could indicate heating mostly obviously in the form of physical temperature but also psychologically. The modern (post WW II) sighting is influenced in my mind by two things in particular though I am sure there are other possibilities that I am unaware of as well. Increasing levels of education through out the population and a greater awareness of the world as a whole. So the two of wands is a heating up within the spiritual aspect of being human and the world inverse indicates that though the effect will be world wide it is not the global community as a whole that is the sole cause of said stress. Globalization is a factor but not causal. I be looking more towards markets, current instability geopolitically in the west along with U.S foreign policy.
Simply put, for those of you watching the UFO scene expect a higher level of sightings during the next month but I say there is no chance of an invasion at this time.
At any rate, don’t forget to look to your muse.
Have a better than average day.
I still remember this old cast iron wall hanging that use to be in the kitchen of my maternal grandparents house many years ago. It seemed old to me at the time, a single color, something akin to a bright yellow with flashes and streaks of the iron underneath showing through. It hung there high on the wall across from the chair that my grandfather sat so that he could see it when he ate. If he cared to tip his head just slightly. It was written in German with the image of an old man wagging a thoughtful finger at what I assumed then and still today to be a grandchild, probably a son. In my minds eye I can still see one word clearly, Schmart. Of course my mind, being what it is might have twisted that a bit but I still think it is probably correct, after all it was some time ago. I still have a rough translation of what the little cast iron thingy had written on it, “The older you get the more you find that the less smart you are.”
This was a big topic for Grandpa whom seemed quite old to me at the time though I personally knew many people who were even older. He would get into detail about books of knowledge and how when you were young the book of what you knew was such and so big. Then he would hold his fingers far apart to indicate a book of great thickness. He would go on to explain that when you get older you realize that the book of what you actually know is only this thick and he would squeeze his fingers together to indicate a book to thin to draw even my interest as an eleven year old. I did read quite a bit by that time. I think that summer was my first encounter with To Kill A Mockingbird, Lord of the flies and Atlas Shrugged. The last title well beyond my ability to properly appreciate. So I liked the book reference and I thought that I understood what he meant which was that so much was being added to the body of knowledge that an individual just couldn’t keep up. Sort of the standard point of view of youth which I have heard often through out my life pointed at me as well as my wife which is old people don’t know anything. Mom’s don’t know anything, just pick your group and stick “don’t know anything” behind it.
So I thought I understood when I was young and in a way I did when I was young and that understanding was, as repetitious as it is, young. Being that I have some formal education, a mental disability and nothing but time I do a lot of thinking and reflecting which is probably one of the reasons that I deal with schizophrenia as well as a do. As a growing person has experiences and sometimes those experiences contradict what we were taught in school, college or at university. When we accept a thing as known with out having tested the idea to be sure, assuming that the thing is knowable, then it is an assumption. Believe me when I say that assumptions are everywhere like land mines. Assumptions extrapolated from, built on top of other and piled high and deep. Even when you know its an assumption you rush to defend it like the love of your life. Sometimes you think you now when you don’t. There are plenty of things of which I am fully well aware that I know nothing about and that’s not the issue the issue is the shit I think I know something about when I know nothing at all. I keep stumbling over these things, things I accept are so with out really knowing. Its getting to be a major pain in the ass and in the end that is what I think my Grandfather was talking about.
Its strange to me what I remember, those strange scant moments like shadows, vague an hazy and the ones that are sharp like yesterday’s morning. Why would my young eleven year old mind latch on to those conversations. Was it repetition? My brothers heard the same as often as I yet the have no recollection. It is odd what one remembers and how it effects them and influences their lives. So that “Not so Smart” was a joint project between myself and my Grandfather.
Look for your Muses and don’t be afraid to be wrong as much of a pain as it is, you might find a pleasant surprise on the other side of that fear.
Have a better than average day.
Don’t be Drug Dependent
pounding on the podeum
Will should be enough
a strong diet
and a few Herbs
I am schizophrenic
I have seen my quiet genetic kin
suffer the Trauma of their own minds
when they free themselves
moment after moment
from medicine’s strange bondage
These Pills pose no cure
They offer only a chance
an escape back into the Cave
Away from the horror
to focus on the wonder
even if only in flashes
Seconds of understanding
with treatment or without
We, I are the same
a piece without a puzzle
Date(s) : Tuesday June 13th to Wednesday September 13th, 2017
Deck: Hermetic Tarot
Cards Drawn: 6 of Pentacles (inverse), The Hierophant (V major Arcana, inverse) and 8 of Pentacles.
Outlook for July 13 through September 13:
I know, what do I think I’m doing, But what can I do? War, war and more war, the ever perennial world war III has started again. Then of course there is the coming economic crash, collapse imminent, any day now, really! I spend almost no time watching the traditional media institutions in the United States so maybe it just some of the weirder stuff I have fallen into the habit of viewing. I have no idea how many of our fair citizen’s watch this stuff but I ma driven to consult the cards and see what they tell me.
Having little idea how to proceed I simply pulled three cards and they are above.
First a quick review, There are three regions that are of interest to me. Firstly is Eastern Europe, primarily the Baltic’s and Ukraine. Secondarily the immigration issue and how it appears to be dealt with by countries like Poland, the Check Republic and Romania or is it Hungry? It seems to me that these countries are being unfairly singled out. This is one of the reasons why the Russian Hack is so important to the congress. It forces our attention to this region. The Second Region lays between Egypt and Somalia to the south, Saudi Arabia Yemen and the gulf region front and center and Turkey and Iran to the north. This one is more difficult for me to grasp being that the United States appears to have the bulk of the region peppered with Military bases. Third and final is the south China sea. Are you hearing much about this right now. I picked up a story either on Algazeera or French 24 last night (Eastern Standard Time) about the Philippines recently joined a growing group of countries that are ending diplomatic relations with Taiwan. France and Qatar might cause more than a shadow of a doubt about the veracity of the statement and there was no hard number given.
What do my Cards tell me?
World war 3 with biologic and Nukes abounding? No.
Increased weapon sales? An attempt to put upward pressure in the oil market? Trying to isolate Iran? Yes to all three. Chance of a scuffle, some blood shed, yes, escalating? NO. Not through the period of this reading.
Remember the Pentacles or Coins, a symbol concerned with the material and that includes wealth.
What about Eastern Europe? No, neither the United States, at this time nor Russia want war, but the Rhetoric suits both administrations as the struggle to overcome growing electoral instability. Watch for growing use of jingoistic language. But I would expect the possibility of terror being quiet high for the the three month period ahead. If you are planning to travel to the region I would make new plans.
What about China and the South China Sea? Unless President Trump and Mad Dog Mike Mattis (Sp?) have some kind of a dumb ass attack, The cards say No. Not profitable at this time. It is possible that an incident could take place but it will be settled quickly and with little violence.
As far as the economy goes, The hierophant indicates an element of control form the top but that element of control can’t stop volatility from growing, what they can do is stop a slide once it starts by simple re positioning. The will be bumps and scares but no collapse through the three month period, but it is a good time to reappraise any investments you might have. There is a huge amount of leverage in both the bond market and the stock market, Remember, fear traditionally sells. It can provoke spending. The problem right now is dwindling consumer confidence as well as diminished real capital in the hands of the average citizen as reflected in the current oil price. Also expect the fed to raises rate at least one time this summer by 15 to 25 basis points. This is an attempt to prepare if the situation worsens this winter.
Stay cool and have a better than average day.
I find that I hear that expression or some variation to it quite often. Nut, apple or Hand grenade it doesn’t really matter the idea is that it never falls far from the tree. the family tree in this case. I was born in the last year of the Baby boom, 1964 and I am aware that there are some out there whom feel that we boomers have had it way too easy and maybe they are right. But of course I am not a millennial or a gen X er so when I look back I think about my mother and father and even my grand parents. My grandparents where grown during WWII and I even had an great Uncle that served in the pacific theater. My Mom was a college graduate and my old man served in peace time in the navy among other things and eventually settled in a fat factory job in my home town. To hear Dad or my Maternal Grandfather talk about it, it all came down to planning and scrimping and saving and working hard.
I worked hard, I scrimped, I planned, how come none of my aspirations came true? Why was I unable to accomplish the simple goals I had set out for myself such as graduate college, work for a short time in the field and then return for a higher degree? Maybe none of this was a question of my bad luck or lack of effort, maybe it was a question of their good luck and lack of effort. It is even possible to admit that with all the effort in the world some has to be said for timing, luck. Nothing is accomplished in the American sense through just hard work.
None of this is really here of there, its just a way to get across just how far a skew my life’s journey has gone. Some times I even wonder if all those people from those not so distant years ago were even real. That instead they might be some figment of my baffled brain. That’s just the way it feels until I hear their voices squeak out from between my lips. For some time I used the word Evidently in stead of “I think so,” and would while on kitchen duty, swamped with complaints about how terrible the food I had prepared was I would hear my self make a noise my maternal grandmother would make under the same circumstances. I found it a bit unsettling at first just how foreign these sounds and words, uttered by my own mouth, sounded. It was as if My grandmother were speaking to me from beyond the grave through my own memories. I hum when I eat, a habit I am trying to break, like my Maternal grandfather did years ago. It was at his knee that I learned what I know about the investment markets before I even started High school. I can feel his influence in the way I think about the world and in the manner in which I assess risk. My father taught me about the importance of PRESENCE as that was his game. The ability to intimidate simple by the way you stood, where you put your hands and when the chips are done, nothing sends shivers down there spine as fast as a nice toothy smile. I learned the reverse as well, how not to intimidate, how to appear safe or harmless and most importantly how to assess who represented what level of danger when I was walking on the streets. My Mother was an intellectual snob with a gift for sarcasm, this I inherited from her and there are I times when I find myself repeated some thing she said over three decades ago verbatim , or so it seems…
The strange thing to me is that they are all dead, so in some way people really do live on not just n the memory of others but in their very personalities. I sometimes wonder what remnants have been passed to me from the distant past from people unknown to any involved. the pieces of themselves handed down by the unsuspecting. How much of me is in the strictest sense, is actually me and not someone else transplanted. This is a question that is impossible to answer. “To Thy Own self be true,” is a famous quote from Shakespeare. That’s how I remember it but hell I could be wrong. I’m pulling this stuff out of my ass after all and I could be mistaken. It leaves an unsettling question which is, how can you be true to yourself if you do not know yourself? I have spent a great deal of time an effort, through meditation and simple introspection trying to understand myself, know myself and it has become apparent to me that there will always be parts of me that I will never know. This is painfully obvious when someone points out a quirk of my behavior that I was previously unaware of, this I appreciated. Whether one finds such a thing ,an event, that they appreciate or that they find irritating is dependent on the personalities involved. Meta, my wife, is a person I wanted to get to know well. She has been a project of mine, to know her moods, to grasp when there is something bothering her that she needs to speak about but maybe feels that she cannot. If there are aspects of myself I cannot know then how much of her can I truly know? There must be aspects to her self that are hidden from me. This is a profound truth that everyone needs to grasp.
There is a point to this, I think.
We had been married for some few years and one of the hobbies we both enjoyed was and is camping. At this time I can’t say exactly when this event happened. There were others but this was the most profound and crisp as it was the first. We were camping at a place called Hearts Content in the Allegheny’s. I remember it because over the first night we were there, in early summer, a strange crop of fungus had popped up all around our campsite. I believe that these strange little critters were fungus but I wouldn’t bet on it. I want to say that they came up over night but maybe they were there the first day and we just didn’t “see” them. At any rate we had taken and interest in these strange pale pink little life forms and were walking out farther in the brush in out effort to survey them. We were talking about something that escapes my recollection. I remember looking at her. She was looking back at me. She was smiling. It was the strangest thing. I am a schizophrenic and I have become accustom to strange visual effects but this was most peculiar. She had become two dimensional in a surreal sense, still in color but yet foreign. I was struck by the fact that I knew nothing about the woman that I had been married to for, by that time three or four years. She was a stranger. I remember asking her, pointing my finger from she to me, “Were Married? That’s right isn’t it?”
She said yes.
I explained that I had just had the intense experience that she was unknown to me. She told me to just let it slid. She had the same experience on occasion when she looked at me. We both agreed that it was an uncomfortable feeling.
In the end you can’t truly know anyone. Knowing is a work in progress, it never ends. We are finally confronted with the odd fact that it is impossible to eliminate risk in our personal relationships. We will lose those we love, we will be betrayed and we will betray. All we have left is to simply trust. It is on trusting where the greatest threat, the most dangerous risk lies. But in the en d we must take that risk if we want to live a meaningful life.
Be Blessed in all things
This has gotten me through some bleak and dark times. I am under the impression that others are now or are about to face times like these themselves on a scale that I don’t believe we have seen in some time, more than my life time. Kt isn’t the end of the world but we all need something at times like these. With this in mind I leave this prayer, though it can be used for reflection, an affirmation or m meditation. I hope it helps yo9u as much as it did me.
Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there maybe in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; dor always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and he stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, there is no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
I have no idea who originated this prayer and I believe that it is public domain. It it is not I apologize.
In all things, be blessed.