Keeping Your Eye On the Fuzzy Ball

June 17, 2009

I wrote recently about tennis and my friend-in-waiting - Rajah. In the
ethers, Roger Federer heard me. I've wanted him to break through, to
get good and mad, on the way to being himself. Some weeks ago he melted
down in a losing match, smashing his racket and not shaking the
umpire's hand. Bravo dude. Then, after he brinked to within five points
of losing a match mid-way through the French Open, he turned it all
around, won, and really did say after the match: he now feels like
himself!

Fed went on to win the whole thing in Paris, thereby relieving himself
of enormous historical and personal pressure. He'll now play with an
even finer edge while being more formidable than ever before. Though
he's tied Sampras for the most Slam wins, and joined with Agassi to be
the only other player to win all four of the Grand Slams on three
different surfaces, his best days are yet ahead of him. His game has an
elegance that makes him the greatest of all time. That's how I see it.

I just did extensive research about the competition in the modern era.
I like the way Roger stands amongst them all. Bud Collins thinks the
competition isn't as tough as some other eras. That may be true at the
top; it's arguable. But from the first round on, all the way through
the draw, and with Rafa Nadal in potent battle with him, Roger has been
through an incredible field of players, including Sampras and Agassi.
He's shown that his precision and brilliance are par excellence bar
none. Laver says you can't compare eras. That's true. But I say you can
name the best.

My list goes: Federer, Laver, Sampras, Borg, Gonzales, Emerson, Nadal
(with a bullet), Connors, Lendl, and tied for tenth:
Agassi/MacEnroe/Tilden/Rosewall. For number eleven...... Margaret Court
Smith/Stephanie Graf/Martina Navratilova/Chris Evert. Those ladies
really had the yestrogen goin' on; magnificent, potent champions they
are. Also, for sheer awesomeness in all manner of factors contributing
to the world through tennis: Mo Connolly, Yvonne Goolagong Crawley,
Serena Williams, Billy Jean King, Arthur Ashe, Monica Seles, Helen
Wills Moody, Althea Gibson, Agassi and Gonzales again, Jack Kramer,
Henri Lacoste, Harry Hopman, and non-player historian and bon vivant:
Bud Collins. It's no dice for this opinionator; fuzzy balls go on my
rearview mirror.

The other week I wrote of Conan O'Brien taking over the Tonight Show. I
watched, a bit, and another bit. It's just bits, no real hosting of the
knightly psyche. I say he's a vapid loser. Jimmy Fallon would be
better, but he's mostly a child. So was Johnny, if you know what I
mean. I don't hold out much hope for this format. Let it die, I say.
When Letterman is gone, when the Letterman goes postal, that'll be it.
I don't see anyone else holding it. The world died around them, and
they couldn't keep it up.

I've come to realize that Lorne Michaels has been a kind of plague.
He's the Saturday Night Live founder cum mega producer of comedy
programming. Ugh. Can't we find some more interesting people, people?
Television would be so lively if people took risks to tell a vision, to
host by being with people, to stop beating the dread course with a
schtick all too familiar and dull.

I'd still love to offer my services. How about an astrologer
interviewing folks with great humor and depth, and not babbling a bunch
of starjargon? I'd lead with deep listening while having plenty to say
across myriad areas of life, inside and outside. Stories and karma are
the same thing. We like to listen and tell them. I could present. I
could re-present.  Well, whackadoo.....

Letterman is now on some inane shit list because Governor Palin is
already campaigning, and she found a way to nail David to the pedophile
cross or some silliness. I saw his jokes about her upgrading her slutty
flight attendant look and about Alex Rodriguez making babies with
Palin's daughter during a Yankees game. The staff forgot to vet which
daughter was at the game. The joke was meant to be about the 18 year
old out of wedlock number one daughter. Instead, the 14 year old was
there, and it sounded funny, in a not quite funny haha way, for some
ears. The Governor now calls Dave a dirty old man. He apologized.

Letterman has enough karmic residue after twenty plus years of foolery.
I reckon it caught up with him. I think Palin is worth skewering. She's
got that born again fundamental high gloss lying thing going on:
righteous denial. Dave is an admitted fool and ass. She speaks with
forking tongue. One of her main pitches is that she doesn't take
federal money, she's no bail out betty. Alaska has alllllways been
nothing but federal money. Let's give it and her back to the Russians,
and she can work her Christian magic on them heathens. The proof'll be
in the Putin.

Lately, boys' and girls' relationships have been under strain as Venus
and Mars cruise in parallel. The economy takes it's toll, but it's been
deeper than that. Really, it's been turf being burned off. Men and
women usually live in unconscious turfdoms, which don't work for being
together, but do work for doing role together.

Doing each other is really unsatisfying. America seems to be especially
full of it, with noted exceptions. Caesar divided and conquered the
family, and the wedlings, ferociously in the last two thousand years,
Church included. They put the pedestal to the mettle in order to
control the consumer unit called family. Gay marriage rocks this
boatload of shit. Something like forty per cent of kids are born out of
marriage now. Turf of the serfs is dismantling. To boot, almost a
quarter of new births in America are Hispanic. One way or another, that
which was fixed is in the mix. Culture wars follow.

Let love happen rather than fearworship it. Being, being together, is
what is viable and delightful. Compatibility is way over rated. Being
together trumps sharing your favorite color. Variety is the spice of
life. Men and women....... a couple of wild combo, is inherently
incomparable and incompatible, in a wondrous crazy way. Gayville
doesn't know what it's like to have your brains and crotches be aligned
differently. That's why Gay folks have so much variety in their ways of
life. They bring more spice to the enchilada that way. Any way is fine
and dandy.

Gayness, loving your own kind kindly!!!!!, is so very important
culturally and personally. This is the fortieth anniversary of
Stonewall, the event that blasted open Gay rights, when gay men rioted
violently in Manhattan. I was a young man in Ann Arbor, Michigan a
couple of years after that. It was a way Gay active town and it was
wonderful. I remember one huge, bushy bearded, brilliant man who
dressed in a dress and promenaded about town with terrific humor and
courage and street theater, for years. Bless him. Those men died for
our sins in the wave of AIDS to come a decade or so later.

In those years, after the blues clubs closed down, I went to last call
regularly in a gay bar called The Flame. Vladimir Horowitz came through
when he was in town to play. It was wonderama. Really great men of all
sorts dwelt there. I love being with people that are being. Gay people
are pioneers in that way. They've got oodles of neurosis just like we
all do. They suffer from sheer oppression. I support them and salute
them. They've been my dear friends.

I've had plenty of gay and lesbian clients. The stories I've heard and
seen.....  I'm an advocate for women especially, and for gay folks as
well. If you can't love and be with your own kind kindly, how the hell
are ya ever gonna get peace? When I first became an astrologer 32 years
ago, I saw that gayness would be a linchpin issue for many years to
come.

It really got roiled up when Pluto was in Sagittarius. Brotherhood and
sisterhood are full on now. They, we, will not be split! It seems that
the splits in the culture will be oozing woundfully for many years yet.
The madness in fundamentalist denial religion is massive. The Church
was the State for the longest time. That shit must be purged. Out with
the lords and out with the Lord, and let's Out the lords and the Lord,
for chrissake!

Some months back, two eleven year old boys, unbeknownst to each other,
committed suicide because they were being relentlessly taunted at
school about being Gay. They likely were not, but they karmically stood
in for those that are so arranged. One dear and articulate mother spoke
so clearly of her grief. She was the real deal.

It is time for this to stop. These youngin's have been retrograding
into the dumbshit toilet. Fuck indigo rainbow whatever. This bunch has
really dropped the ball. Generations stand together. Boomers, of which
I'm a defacto member, are a whacky bunch, but we brought equal rights
forward..... really forward. We paid some heavy prices for that. It
doesn't end. But the later generations gotta pick it up and bring it
forward.

I have many amazing young clients. They are fine, really fine. But
their peers suck. This shit has got to stop. I find young people
getting stupider and stupider. Literally today, some dumb study came
out and said that over fifty per cent of people can't point to the
heart in a human anatomy picture. They can't find their Heart! Wake up.
Take it to the streets. Crikey!!! Or Wii shall overcome......

Grief and grievance continue to be grinding up from the darkest depths.
Express and unsurpress. Be conscious and let be. Don't hurt. Unhurt.
There's lotsa crud. It is time for it to come out. We've all been
through some really tough shit. Now wipe and flush. Voila!

Communicate and connect with folks. Play outside the box, if you have
any box left. As best you can, don't box, don't fight. Express and
share. The inner heat is magmatic. Explosions will be happening. Damage
follows. Carnage leads the ignorant way. Things are getting out of
hand. So handle your baggage, unload, and hold the hands of those who
are near and dear to you. Enjoy your share faire. Enjoy your wonderful
self and their wonderful self. Time has come to be together. It's the
true promise of Aquarius if you undivide and unconquer.

Peace be what you are.

In the Department of Clouded Judgment Department...... Weather people
don't know whether the weather's recently observed dark and undulating
cloud forms form a new category of cumulus, or whether the cumulative
experience of weathered meteorologists round the world know whither
they goest..... altocumulusly. This storm und drang has become the
hottest topic since the unFahrenheit appearance of the Celsiustine
profligacy. Isn't it apparent, in our Revelationary times, that we do
indeed need a weatherperson to know which way the wind doth blow? The
sky's the limit, in an Armageddon kind of way, on these foreboded
alchemtrails. Tis the itsy bitsy rain drops Golgathaering for the
fecund coming, the Do Point, The End of Humidity!!! A real
Dopplerganger approacheth..... Stay attuned.

Following the Solstice on 6/20, Venus and Mars conjunct in Taurus on
Father's Day 6/21 while trining to Saturn in Virgo. This bodes well.
Isn't it about time for some well boding!?! The Dude and Dudette have
been cruising together for weeks, which has made it rather difficult to
discern inside from outside. We now have proper perspective to realize
that there is no inside/outside. It has all melted. Not into One. Not
into None. Just melted. The result: peace of being.

Let it be so, or forever hold your pieces..... and juggle
body/mind/soul, goodday/badday, heaven/hell/earth, winside/won'tside,
uppity/downily, for better/worser, 'til dearth doth ye parse.

If you can't take it anymore, give it the reboot. Resettle in your
ways, and drop the High ways and the Buy ways. ReChoice ye of maximum
faith. Unbelieve it and unknot, and get rippley. Smooth sailing is long
gone. The stormy troupers are plying great dramas. Don't buy that
shift. Be and play, with a little peace of your heart. The gravy got
wavy, the souper went off the boil, we are out of the flying panic and
into the fryer. Let what is not you cook, off. All that is left is your
being, and that's all you've ever been seeking. The colliderscope's
dualing bardos can be let go. Just be, and play with Trinity in your
Neo way that is unwon, unbeaten, unmatrixed.

Keep your eye on the fuzzy ball. These daze have a stigmatism. They are
Endful at the Mourning of a New Daze. Dystractionated vision is to be
expected. You will not know where you go. You are choosing as you go.
Sight unseen is not the turning blind i. You are realizing your being
in a dreamscape. No big deal. Very big Wheel. No big deal. Angst eyeity
is inevitable right now. Seeing is believing, and that's the problem.
It's whirry.

Unsee and feel, consciously. Shake a stick at it. Tap your outer
resources. Stevedore in the Wonder. Chop woulds and clarify whatever.
The Path is pasth. The future is futilated. Sky walking is Coyotelike
and wily. You stand on nothing, having gone over the cliff. Meep meep.
Give up on the road running.

You are not Becoming. You are coming to be.

Yours fully,
Mark

Mark Herbert Krueger
mark@in2light.com
310.717.3671
http://www.in2light.com/

 

What are we, Madoff?

June 10, 2009

The $ was originally symbolized with two vertical lines. It is the caduceus of money, representing the forked tongue of the finance doctors. One hand is meant to not know what the other hand is doing, a sort of blind injustice. Peter takes from pall, in one era and out the other, until dearth doth us parse. In bucks we trust, in God we rust. For a few pieces of silver, betrayal as a way of life......

What are we, Madoff? Perhaps Bernie's mountin' dogs that bank Swissfully in the hunt for the holey cheeses. What hath Gotham wrought? Dough unto others as others dough unto you 'til we break bread in our crumby little livelihoods......

We have communed in the Capital idea. We listened to the Profit and praised Alla that we have. We ploughed our funds in harrowing acts of seedy investiture, loping for the best, onwards ever onwards to the port of gold at the end of the brainbow. And what lessen did we earn?

Saint Bernard Madoff with our whiskeyed keg as we floundered in our snowed jobs, for oh one cay, one island in a scheduled sea, to untax our burden, working it out by deduction. But alas and a lack, we won the daze, like dollareds bucked again, crying in our bier. Our lives are spent. And, we had to give them credit for that?

Plummeting planes, this collapsing of the dimensions as I wrote about in my Book of Metatronomy, are the emblem of our currency, our times divided by the multiplication of the additive value of subtractive, extractive thinking unequaled in the greedhilism of something for nothing. As thee crusheth, so shall ye be crushed.

There's an excellent article on Madoff in April '09 Vanity Fair. The author really got around and heard the stories. The sociopathy of Bernie is quite amazing. The closer he got to people, the more he ripped them off. He was doing it 48 hours before he confessed and was busted. Guess what? His parents ran a scam and denied all the way as well. Pattern follows pattern. I reckon old Bernie was just trying to resolve the psychopathy of all that. The fruit rots near the tree as well.

Madoff is a symbol of our time, including his ironic name. Easy money came and easy money went. The linchpin in his system was everyone's inherent greed and his ability to manipulate. Capitalism has big time see no evil ignorances normatized into it. This is what finally got everyone. Bernie ripped them off by taking all their eggs into his hidden magic basket. He Ponzied it for so long, decades, because he kept exclusivity and secret powers stringing everyone along. He'd been "investigated" a number of times and they'd give him a clean bill of blind eye health. Money talks, fools listen.

The super rich are built upon super rip off. It's taboo to say so. They still string up commies one way or another. But the premise of Capital over Labor sucks, in my opinion. It is such a collective trance, such a sold commodity, such a religious tenet of society such that it's almost unallowable to talk about. Wealth takes advantage of the commonweal by stealing from Gaia and from human toil and dignity. I curse it to the hell from which it originates from.

I'm for wellth. Wellth arises from being with things as they are and playing with them in full expression and communication. No big deal. NO BIG DEALS! Wellth is the meek that inherits the Earth, whatever is left. I'll write more in the future about such visions.

The VF article spoke of something like affinity fraud, wherein you steal from circles you are closest to. In Madoff's case, he hit heavily into tight Jewish communities and charities. He stole from his own kind. Con games are confidence games and Bernie really knew how to keep and sell a confidence. That's why all these smart, financially savvy people were stolen blind.

Bernie Madoff's chart includes Sun/Uranus conjunct in Taurus. The guy was brilliant at making money. He gets five stars. Doesn't everybody want their money to make money? Bernie wanted their money to make money, and it did, for them and him. It's just that the crazy leveraged switcheroo deal got margin called. So did all those investment banks and such. What's the difference? Not much. That's the point.

This notion of money making money, easy money, is up for review. I doubt that much will finally be undone about it. If it is ignored, it'll fester faster than a festooned fetal fest of fickle financial fecal fun. There's sooooo much debt all over the place. So much so that debt will have to be parsed to its basic premise. Also in the April VF there's a fabulous article on Iceland's monied mania. It's all soooo astonishing. They Madoffed with the bucks and the bucks now make off with their lives and country. Really, really astonishing.

On thing important to point to with Bernie Madoff and his ripping off of his fellow Jewish compatriots. This is internalized oppression. Historically Christendom condemned usury as the devil's work. The devil's work is oh so popular, so it thrived. But Jews were assigned by the powers that were to be the designated usurers, plus they were open for biz on JC sabbath. Such a deal!

As a result, Jews got really good at usury over two thousand years.
Regularly, wherever they were diasporaed to, where they settled and prospered clan/destinedly, they were then attacked so that their riches could be sacked. Blame if you do, blame if you don't. If Jews had just specialized in gefilte fish, there would have been nooooo problemo. And that's not their fault.

All of this must be faced. Jews are still endlessly vilified for jewing others. Has whitey, has christened whitey incorporated, ever chewed others out of their moolah??? You can bank on that. The Templars finally got jiggy with the jew giggy, or something. Anyway, Jews are blamed for what they were conditioned to, and that got internalized so that finally Jew eats Jew in the Madoff scheme.

All manner of unconscious patterns are being outed during End times.
You can see the end of the projections. Maybe we all ought to reconsider usury and gambling and capitalism and its place in our once and future lives. The only true whores are the capitalists with their come ons for a better life by denying the other life. Jews didn't start it and they don't own it. It's the oldest profession in the Book. Now, let's hear the confession. Down with Wealth. May Wellth abide. No more Prophets and no more profits. I don't know how we'll do it. I can see how we'll undo it. We'll be and play through it for the simple prospering of life as life, and nothing more.

Bernie Madoff is an icon of us. That's all. He's suffering and so are we. Let's be conscious in all of this.

Air France lost a load of folks in the middle of the Atlantic. This one is quite the mystery. The planes are falling in every way..... Heaven goes to hell. The Fall goeth before the Pride. The gravity of what goes up.... is being realized. What we are seeing are effects represented by Jupiter/Neptune conjunct. It's defining this summer. Strange things are only beginning. The angels on the wings may be departing like honeybees. We have mocked the miracle....... We've thought we were the powerful. We thought......

Now thoughtless things abound. Now the unconscious erupts. Now mirrorcles happen.

Question: Why aren't they calling this abortion doctor's murder terrorism? Christ on the crackers. They call everything else terrorism. What could be more obvious. How's about locking up some of these nutbags and leave women to choose as they choose. Or, frankly, let's start aborting the boy babies, and give 'em the full complete dicksterectomy at the blessed circumcision. Nuts to the Pope I say. His clan seem to really go for 'em.

As I write, some maniac is shooting in the DC Holocaust museum. Stop attacking Jews you nutballs. Christ on the crossfire. Leave these folks to their lives. Let them have a wail of a time. They've earned it. I want them to live long and prosper and not be hunted anymore. And that goes for everybody else. It's ridiculigulous. Holy Moses! I really like Jews. I don't like what Israel does with the Palestinians. It's time for peace in the sandbox.

Mercury goes into Gemini on 6/13. We're in a rolling grief grinder. Great sadness and the rage of oppression are upchucking for two more months. This is the stuff that'll lead to schweinfluenza come autumn. As the West stuffed itself, with the Third World's grief products that we bought on the cheap, we ate their tears. Sounds weird I know, but these are weird times in which we can see how weird it always is.

All of our own karmic and present life grief and grievance are upwelling. Express and give it room. If you stuff, you'll be sorrier later. Let the old sorrows go. You don't have to tote them and rote them. There is no closure. There's clearance. Drain the obcessed pools or go down the drain in inglorious ways.

Things aren't getting worse. We are getting to the worst things that got stuffed. It's called karma. Not some shit that somebody did wrong!!! It's just the shit that went unconscious. So don't Goodify/Godify! That's been the problem. And all the Solutions are based on the idiocy of the problem of goddifying over what was made bad.

Unhinge Pandora's door, or be unhinged for many a long and sorted day....

Things and people are going crazy. We are righting our ships after all that oppression of Righteous wronging. Off with your sins. Off with your judgment daze.

Yumpin' Yupiter goes retrograde on 6/15. Contrarily, this is when things can get better economically. For the oh so ignorant, it's when the shit starts to hit their fantastic. For you and I and where we live, we can begin to get some traction. It's a different kind of traction. We are skywalking while the lucre is falling and the stars war. Get out of The Way. Make way for you. Choose and unlose. Fire abundance and manifest what you want. Enrich your life, not your booty.
You and I and we can play with this. Play your way through. Let work fall where it may, but play, okay.

Summer Solstice, Cancer season, arrives 6/20. The Sun shall be opposing Pluto in Capricorn. Power schemes will receive full illumination. We are in Revelations, if you see what I'm saying. All the shadow, all the underworld, all that is unconscious is being enlightened for the enlightening the load. Enlightenment as a destination, as an attainment, is fool's goaled. Enlighten the ignorance and drop the stories and the glories.

Family is being completely reworked if not just plain dissolved.
Codependence and family are synonymous. It has inherent neuroses with left and right hooks. The way through all the madness is autonomous sharing. Interindependency. Being together is not a job or a mission or a sacred duty. It's a choice. Hookers get screwed, and in the years ahead, are just plain fucked. Let go of the neediness inherent in these unconscious patterns. It's not to deny that we all have something like needs. But neediness as a way of life sucks. Just ask for what you want. You get it or you don't. Then you make another choice. So it goes. So let go of circling the waggin's and let go of chasing tales.
Simply be and the easier your life shall be.

Here's some real funny images/stories. Have a Google at them:

Check out The Prez, his royal Obamaness, in King Saudi Bling. Who could rap a guy who gets a 25k necklace from the heroes of 911 land. Ain't life stranger than strange?

Have a look at Vanity Fair's real bizarre photosurrealism of Seth Rogen as Frida Kahlo. It's in an article about the new comedians. I must say, most of them are truly dull and duller. Movies and comedy these days make me want to ralph at the nadir. Investigate that!

This odd mystery has been around a while, but is worth visiting:
Georgia Guidestones. America is the home of the freebie and the land of the bravado, with a twist of lemming.

I demure to find the David Carradine death photo on the web. What an odd story, and so true to the family's and his reputation. It's kung fu'd for thought. If I had a newspaper, the headline would've been Bill Killed. Chi whiz, the master baiter, onan the barbarian, left hanging after going back in the closet. Or something like that. Who needs fiction when we've got the current uber surreality. The hotel he died in is noted for its penis shrine. Yipeee Thai yay ay....

Carradine had Saturn in Pisces opposed to Neptune in Virgo. He was born in 1936, with all those juicy imprints of bizarro fascism and depression stamped upon him. The guy played it out theatrically, in life and on the screen. He was built for screen thespiantics indeed. Like his odd papa, he fascinated. With the current opposition of Saturn in Virgo and Uranus in Pisces, the tabula rasa had turned on him. Whether Bill was killed or whether he danced upon the edge of petit mort, either way he went over the edge in edgy style, creeping unto death.

I was certainly affected by David's Kung Fu tv show in the early 1970s.
My own life felt like a disAbeled Caine wandering Taoistly through the wild west of America looking for the master bait. The opening of each weekly installment showed him getting his wrists branded in Shaolin ritual by red hot vessel. Hey, that's life. Scarry and scary, but an adventure. Carradine did hold that, that mystery, that quest in glorious mad monkery shines. May he rest peacefully.

Stephen Colbert Report in Baghdad is hilarious this week. He's one of the funniest things to come along in any medium. The soldiers love him.
He's experienced one close shave: his head.

I thought Susan Boyle, the warbling Brit of idle fame and YouTube glory, was Asperger's autistic. She has a bit of a glitch going on, but hey, she's British, so there's the charm. Turns out she was brain damaged during birth; she got oxygen deprived. She brought about a gasp when she wowed the Idolators. To me, she looks as though she's always on the verge of a gasp herself. Live by the gasp, die by the gasp.

Patterns pattern out all the way through. That's how I read and seer.
It's accurately predictive to read pattern rather than thinklogize, because being with anything trumps seeing/believing beyond the know ledge where being drops off into the o'er chasm of projection. Because of dyslexiness, I see/hear in broken scrambled bits. It offers me the ability to instantly reconfigure speech, to see wholes and holes and all the interconnections. It also offers me the ability to see what is obvious, what is apparent, beyond collective trance agreements. Because I don't run so much in the collective trance agreements, I'm often not seen or heard, and that takes its toll on my being valued/paid in society. I quirk, therefore I amble. My bottom lining, my assets suffer for it. Tis the heartist's dilemma.

I tire of not being valued. I'm sure you do too. Oy oy oy. As the world revaluates to the bone, so are we individually. We are impoverished by the hunt for what we are not. Struggle is stupidom, ignorance gone wiled. We are blankrupt, trinketized into poverty. We ruined Manhattan for baubles..... and laughed at the natives in the process. Who's fooling whoooommmm?

Winner winner wins big! A dirt poor Winner, South Dakota rancher won 232million spankeroos. He netted 88million after taxes. See what I mean by surreal. I reckon that the gross national product of Winner just tripled. Way to go cowboy!

Koko Taylor, the blues belter, just died after surgery on her guts. Her life took a lotta guts. She sang from her guts. I've written about her before in these pages. I sat in front a number times literally while she spit out the blues. She had a great heart and was a touchstone for me to the Delta. She was a wang dang doodle indeed.

Robert Colescott just died. He was a painter who was black and tweaked blackness to a remarkable degree, amongst other things. He studied with Leger. Pretty cool. Very free dude really. Google him for fun. He pushed many buttons. What are artists for after all???

Donald Roller Wilson is worth checking out, too. He's so full of quirks and gorgeous squirreliness. I've sent examples of his art to folks and I never hear from them again. They get offended it seems. Strange to me. I like all wonders really. Maybe I just find being offended offensive. I'd call it defended. What is their to defend....... after all.

I realized I was a fool a long time ago. I've certainly been a serious fool along the way. Now I'm mostly just a fool who's foolin' around. I laugh a lot and am funny a lot. People have no idea. Once I undied and unbirthed, once the pain of nearly a year's worth of kidney stone pain subsided and my guts settled out from life on the road..... I'm easy fun.

Next week I'm moving with my dear matey to Sierra Vista land in southeast Arizona. We're making sanctuary for us and for the birdies which are abundant and glorious there. Fourteen species of hummingbird cruise through the area, along with 400 plus other feathered friends.

There's no place like it in the USA. It's an oasis between the Chihuahuan and Sonoran deserts. The San Pedro Riparian zone is free flowing water in desert land and has more mammals concentrated in such a small area than any other place in North America = 88. So we're going to watch the light and the critters in our peaceable manufactured hominess.

I've been interested in making sanctuary my whole life. Now it is manifesting. We have enough cash to get there, and that's about it. We'll be out in boonidom without a vehicle. Edgy, but free and warm. If you're able to contribute financially, I'd be much obliged. I want to keep my boat afloat so that I can write on and astrologize with you in the glorious days ahead.

Thanks for being with me and for being kind along the way.
Mark

Mark Herbert Krueger
mark@in2light.com
310.717.3671
http://www.in2light.com/

HoaryScoping

May 31, 2009

Astrology is fun is it not? I've been playing with my birth chart for well over thirty solar returns. In the course of these decades, I've read for at least a thousand folks, formally and informally. I just came across the astrological research of John McCormick. What interested me is his look at people with no retrograde planets in their natal chart. For most of my career, I was the only person I'd seen with such, until recently when I had a client likewise arranged. According to McCormick, eight per cent of the population has no retrogrades. The big chunk of the bell curve has one to four. Six and seven are the rarest. I've seen a number of sixes; not sure I've seen seven.

Vanity is always succulent in the study of one's asterisimo. McCormick says that 36 of the 44 US Presidents have no retrogrades. That's eighty per cent, compared to eight per cent of the populace. Obama is not one of them, though he's a lefty, and that's been a recent trend in the White House.

If you like to have fun with your chart, check out Astrotheme.com. It's French based, which is tres chic. Look up your fellow birth celebs born on the same day as you. They have great little bios and odd tidbits.  For instance, I just found out that Andre Agassi's sister was married to the tennis great Pancho Gonzales, arguably the greatest tennis player ever. He was Latino and  entered early into the pro game, which was oddly distained back then, as were the Mexicanish. Andre is a genuine sweetheart. He paid for Pancho's funeral when he died broke in 1995. Gonzales is a fascinating story. There's a fine little film about him on YouTube.

Here's some of my fellow July 14 mates: Ingmar Bergman, Gerald Ford, Harry Dean Stanton, Gustav Klimt, Emmeline Pankhurst (UK's foremost suffragette; viva la femme), Bastille Day (the French Revolution onset; my Sun is exactly the same minute of arc; someday somehow I'm going to be in Paris for my and the Republic's bday), Woody Guthrie, the Republic of Iraq, Victoria de Suede (cool name, n'est pas? She's the only living female heir apparent in the world; she's Suedish for Sweden), Angelique Kidjo and Jerry Rubin (the strange Yippie cum Capitalist who died jay walking across Wilshire Blvd in Los Angeles, a street I'm rather fond of for some strange reason).

Who might your fellow quirkmates be.......?

My readings for people are laser sharp and sea change deep these days. 
Get yourself one, and for a loved one, too. I also offer a unique Poem of You that'll resonate with you for years to come. If you want a clear reflection, I see you.

For our current astrologeewhiz, we've got Mercury just going unretrograde. That's a relief. It was tedious, and as annoying as some of them can be. We also got the first Jupiter-Neptune conjunction behind us, with Neptune going retrograde as well. A certain pressure came off the psyce.

Mars gets out of its rulership Aries and on into Taurus for six weeks. 
Dear Venus goes into Taurus, which she rules, on 6/6. Speaking of which..... I just noticed that Bobby Kennedy was assassinated on 6/6/1968. 1968 adds up to a six, which makes it a 666. Seems appropriate. It was the last straw in that god offal run of the 1960's from Malcolm X to Bobby. The guts for revolution/resolution were really gone after that, and all hell broke loose.

It still feels like Obama could play out such a destiny of martyrdom. 
He doesn't want to exit, and I see that he has resolved not to. That's mighty good enough, but we're in the equation. I just don't know if society is into keeping him around. Bobby stepped on a lot of mean toes. Barack does as well......

Have you noticed that Barack is always campaigning, for himself it appears, while campaigning for human rights or such? I'm not sure of the depth of his actual commitment to the purported great change. Maybe it's just the mass's strum and drag. Maybe it's just dumbocratic blatherisms. Maybe we can only live in the maybe, yet.

The Full Moon of Gemini/Sagittarius on 6/7 is square to the Saturn-Uranus opposition. Tensions are twanging. I had been a feeling an earthquake coming to LA, as I'd stated to a friend there, and sure enough there was a bump of 4.7 on the Wreckter Scale in mid May. Forewarnings I reckon. Mercury will join the Sun in Gemini on the 13th, which maintains the tweaking and twanging, along with Venus and Mars soon heading through Twinland, until 8/25, when the pressure finally comes off. It's a psychically hot summer!

The bifurcatin' of Gemini is amped by being square to the every forty year Saturn-Uranus opposition, which is in Virgo/Pisces this time; last time it was in Pisces/Virgo. Massive grief and grievance are upwelling, upchucking. Without enough expression and discharge of all that emotional/psychic energy, the lung chi suffers, thereby laying the ground for an autumnal eekquinox of Juan Flu over the cuckoo mess. People are about to be dying to get out of here. The psychic pressures, let alone 3D-itis, are great and grating.

Be aware: this summer is a highly creative time!!! Listen: Creatively be, even as you feel cranked and cranky. What you create is much less important. It's just grist in the milling. Play with It! Expression is key. Stuffing will make you a turkey and cook your giblets.

By Thanksgiving I suspect that the flu will be rampant and deathly. So express, healthify and let your immune system do the walking and the talking. The fear stampede is going to be outrageous, or rather inrageous. Snuff happens. We live in interesting times.......

Jupiter goes retrograde on 6/15 and will back across Neptune on 7/10; that means that they are cruising pretty much together for some time. This is very intense!!! It only happens every dozen years, so we're not used to this. You can't really strategize your self through it all. These tidal forces are a slippery slope. Faith and hope back up like acid refux. It may be hard to swallow...... things are chokeablock.

The archetypal background grinding is dominating what otherwise is a lovely time. The shadow bits are having their way because people stuff them. The psychic forces are immense; galactic wars and enfant terrible tantra are erupting and descending. It's the stuffings closest to our bones, to our incarnation moment when we got our berth wherein the karmic patterns are deposited...... that now comes forth, comes froth, comes firth.

In America there is a psychic media change taking place. Another interesting parallel to the Jupiter/Neptune conjunction. The TV iconic sleep portal called the Tonight Show is changing guard. Jay Leno goes to an earlier hour and Conan O'Brien takes over the 11:30 pm slot. Johnny Carson must be turning over gravely. Conan the Obranian is dull and itchy fair. His humor is allergic.

I was able to get charts with exact times for Jack Paar, Carson, Letterman, Leno and O'Brien. Fascinating bunch they are. They hold the collective psyche in a unique way. Jack Paar was a teacher for me. I'd sneak out at night as a boy to watch him live so that I could get some real and creative people in my life. Last year, when I wanted to do streaming video, I was going to honor and build on Paar's work.

Jack Paar had Saturn/Neptune conjunct in Leo. He was highly emotional, vain indeed, but he could host the vain and our vanities, and he had an intense relationship with truth and power. He finally couldn't stand the Sixties constraints on truth and expression in media, and he quit.

Carson had a Jupiter in Capricorn opposed to Pluto in Cancer. He was extraordinarily able to shill for the corporate marketing machine while establishing a stronghold in America's home, their bed; thereby going directly to the psyche like everybody's business.....

His Sun was in the last half of a degree in Libra. He had to contain himself personally, private as they said, because he really didn't have much of a self. He was about the other, the perfect host, the seductive subductor. His wit penetrated even as he perpetrated in sly foxiness. He gave expression through the repression that Paar had trouble with.

Leno was Carson's heir inapparent. Usurperman. Letterman had been groomed for secession and was Carson's favorite son. The network wanted an everybody. Jay boy has Moon/Saturn conjunct in Virgo near his Mars retrograde in same Sign. He never can really hold an edge. Dull sells duly. He's his mommy's and daddy's good boy, and America's, too. While seeming blue collar and down to human, he has an oily smarm that is held in his massive, unctuous chin. Letterman once called him a hump.

I'm a Letterman fan. He's odd and odd to watch. He's an Aries with Mars in the first degree of that Sign, which it rules. I like Letterman because he's being himself, curmudgeonly crust and all. I'm fine by that. It takes one to appreciate one. If he feuds, you know it. Take it or leave it. He leaves the quirks in. It was a wonder to watch him with Joaquin Phoenix some weeks ago. Check it out on YouTube. Dave leaves it all dangling, if you know what I mean.

He's got a wide conjunction of Saturn/Pluto in Leo. Mostly he just lets the truth take care of itself; he gives it room, sometimes for years. When he was denied the Tonight Show, he chose to own his own show and go to CBS in the same time slot. Leno has been jealous and less paid ever since the deal went down seventeen years ago. I'm sure he'll be owning his new 10 pm show.

Dave finally let his heart break, and it broke open, via a quintuple bypass. He's melted considerably. Nobody really expected the dude would have a kid, or get married again. He's done just that and shared it with the public, too. Now he let's it all hang out, for himself and for his public. Letterman's a real mensch..... and belongs in New York.

Conan is a Connecticut Yankee who's about to be in King Carson's Court. Strange. He sure don't look like glib California LaLa material to me. I find him grating and useless, mostly. Brilliant he is. But he also has his fingernails upon the chalkboard of America. Somehow that seems appropriate. These sleep portalite TV hosts are evermore reflective of the collective psyche.

O'Brien's chart has an intense Grand Cross in the Fixed Signs. He's potent, and that's what's seen him through to the catbird seat. He's a crossroads person for America. We'll see if he can handle it. Perhaps his red hair will spark the conflagration in the astral planes while TV dies in its wooliness.

The NY Times magazine last Sunday had Conan on the cover. He's all Irish Catholic all the way up his lineage. (An odd aside, for several years recently, Conan had a priest stalking him. Isn't that a beaut?! Talk about weird Irish Catholic miasmas!! I do love the gossip.) The article had a photo of his folks. Yikes! Talk about East Coast tight!! Maybe the boy is getting to Californica to let his bouffant down. That 'do of his stands upon his head in dry and mortal fear, I reckon. Perhaps they'll change the name to the: ToYikes Show. He sure looks way more anxious than affable and entertaining, to me.

I wrote to him. I'm a total fool, you know. I want to help the guy. He holds something in himself that he doesn't understand. That's important, but he has a show in his hands that is fulcral in this crazy country's psyche.

Along with the Fixed Grand Cross, he's a Sixties baby with Uranus/Pluto conjunct in Virgo. In his chart, his ascendant splits two planets. Thus, the guy is way itchy gritchy because he's got humanity wedged up his ass. I mean it. I know it sounds weird, but watch what plays out. The situation is much more interesting than the show itself.

If I had Conan's ear, I'd help him to get off his schtick and encourage him to realize his being. Then he'd be good to go; he'd be potentized. The boy has potential to lead the revolt beyond big mommy/daddy. But he'll have to face it deeply within himself. He'll have to let his heir down. He'll have to crack us up, rather than support the crackdown.

Along the lines of moi wanting to help the famous....... when I undied and unbirthed last year, after I went through the black hole, I had to burn through the correspondent white hole: the package of potential goodies that one carries in their karma sack upon incarnation. I sincerely wanted to be Roger Federer's friend. Whack, I know. But in the melting, when I was so ill with gastrointestinal gore and crazy pain kidney stones, I sought what I wanted. That's why I was going for it while I had literally nothing. Remarkably, I manifested some cool experiences, even amongst the intermittent homelessness and suffering. 
As everything burned off, it was a fall, a fall off, but it was a meteoric fall. Since, my star is all the brighter for it....

As to the phenom Federer friend story...... I'm a great tennis fan. 
Oddly and connectedly, when I was little, my feet were sort of put on backwards, rather like dolphin fins. So when I began to walk, they realized that I had to have my flippers put into heavy shoes. That made me slow in the tag lane, always It, and never fully anteloped, until...... I got the shoes of clay off may feet and strapped on.......  tennis shoes. Then right away, I self taught myself tennis, with quite excellent form........ I could now play.

Several years ago when I first worked in Australia, I manifested a life long dream to go to a Grand Slam tournament. It was Australian Open in Melbourne, to me the heart of the heart of tennis. I went to my Mecca for the full two weeks. It was grueling and so Aussie and so wonderful.

My tennis hero of earliest days was Rod Laver. For the Men's Semis, I was in Rod Laver Arena, with Rod Laver near me, while on that day he had  passed on his mantle as the Great One directly to Roger Federer. I wept for joy of them, and I wept in celebration of my own play, beyond my feet of clay.

Then last year in my wild demise, thanks to all of you who kindly donated to me and a tax refund, I got over the Indian Wells, CA tournament, as I sought to convert my writing over to tennis journalism. I was homeless, sleeping in my rental car in the beautiful desert that I love, but I got to see two days of the early rounds and be close to the pros as they practiced. More whack, I know, but I meant it. Nevertheless..... I got to talk to my would-be friend Roger Federer, for one second, but in person. It was on a practice court. I was seven feet from him. I said: "Roger, how are you?" He said: "Perfect." I knew that was a lie. He'd had mononucleosis over that winter and his game had dropped, to everyone's shocked surprise. I knew that he was caught in something he didn't fully understand and I so wanted to help him. What I saw was, amongst other things, that he needed to get mad, good and bad and mad...... to blow out the perfect halo deal greatest thing that he had been blessed/cursed with.

Lo and behold, some weeks ago, old Roger was choking in a match with the yips, nerves and doubts and hesitations, so uncharacteristic to who he is as a player and person. During that losing match, a match that he had had in hand, he broke his racket in a fit of temper and didn't shake hands with the umpire at the end of the match.

Bingo. He "heard" me.

It took about a month and a half of percolation, but last week, he beat Rafa Nadal (the current number one and co-great with Fed); he bet him on clay in Nadal's native Spain. Fed is the only dude to have beaten Rafa, ever, in a big tournament on clay in a final. Roger did so once before, but this one realllllly counted, and you could see it in him. Roger is now himself, no longer Rajah, no longer perfect and ordained. He's himself. Win or lose, he's himself and sorted out from his karmic burden. It should bode well for his game.

My work, my impulse, my care is based on wanting people to be. That's why I write here. I want you to be.

As to other goings on......

Times are indeed tough. Did you see that an aspiring actress of some substance, Lucy Gordon, hung herself to death, with her fiancee in the other room? I drew up her chart. The back story is that her dearest friend lately had committed suicide. Lucy had a Gemini Sun and many other interesting factors. I reckon her friend and she had some old twin karma. So Lucy mirrored, as Gemini's do, refracting into death after her dearly departed.

Certainly her life looked quite perfect, but it cracked, it cracked closed instead of open. She was in her Saturn return; she had a bunch of planets around her Saturn in Virgo, and they were all tweaking. Basically, she fretted to death.

Please remember to express in these difficult times. We ooze in this strange Oz these days. Let it out. Let it go. I know that listening is rare, but let it out anyway. Unload. Unparfait. The cherry of you....  is at the bottom.

Also, the former South Korean president just committed suicide. Yeehaaaa. Latvia is collapsing. So are other states, other systems, other ecologies, other corporations, markets, meaning and so on. Big entropy follows big organization. We hit a critical mass of power while piling up power. Now it unwinds..... with great powerlessness. We are finding that maintaining the complexed life that we have felt is so important, costs more than it gives. We aren't just hitting peak oil.  We are hitting peak power, wherein power curls back on itself, yinging the yang. We've out run our projections and fallen off the cleft.

Next time, I'm going to write about Bernie Madoff and moolah, but meanwhile... check out Mint.com. It's a site that allows you to hook into all your electronic financial nodes of debits and credits such that you can track what your net worth is in any moment. If you live life at the surface and you want to build your dream come true... have, have a lot, at it. But this so smacks of the insane vanity of the corporatized world, of how such conditioning has been so internalized, that people literally Blackberry all day long just to see their pile of money, to smell their reeking assets. Practically, this is a handy dandy tool, ay? But existentially, ethically if you will, it is such a vain and hideous excretion of greed while ignoring all the world's need, while ignoring the individual's actual need. Wealth is not wellth.

I vote for wellth. Check out unconsumption.tumblr.com   
http://unconsumption.tumblr.com/   for the fun of it. Playing with 
things, whilst it's all melting, can be fun. Maybe in all this mad meltdown, kindness will come to the fore rather than the discharity of disparity.

Last year by direct intention, I burned through all the deepest stuff of my birthing and pre-birthing imprints. (Death is just the processing of birth. There actually is no exit in the system. There's just the onset of the dream/software with its projections that you can actually get somewhere, something, someone, somewhy, somehow). Because I was right at the existential edge, like folks and the world now, it was so primalfully gnarly, so messy and messiantic, so powerfully powerless.

I went through the burn while not choosing to chase after ultimate projections. I chose to awarefully be with it all without editing, raw raw raw. For a year, I lived with great pain at a bunch of levels, and found that these were collective patterns as well. Everything melted so that I essentially have nothing 3D now. It has been 3D hard, but things are beginning to ease along.

I have an odd job description, writing to you here and giving sessions to folks, which requires that I carry collective imprints, so that I can reflect to everybody. This is what is difficult to understand about us seer types: our butterfly wings are pinned to the whole,  to others, for purpose of accurate assistance and revelation. The result is that we don't have much of anything personal and the margins for personal existence are slim. We aren't built for capitalizing our lives. Since the begging bowl has gone out of style in this society, folks like me are left falling off the cutting edge that we are signed up to reveal.

Nevertheless, and now everthemore, har har, that's why I ask for your assistance financially here regularly; that's why I've left in2light to be a free system of giving and taking. Such a model may be dead. I may be the end of an erode. But that's why I ask for donations, for the site, but also for myself. There's not much left of me. There's oh so much left for me to reflect for you. You get to choose; I get to choose. Being is choosing.

As I lost everything early last year, I knew and said that the world would be going through the same tumble; people thought I was nuts.  Well, I am, as we all are in our own ways (Jupiter/Neptune conjunct illuminates this these days), but I was accurate about what I said was coming to pass. I'm built for resonating and I tend to cut at the edge. I know a bunch of you are configured that way, too. You've hurt for many a year in this grand shift o rama. We may perish. Or, we may perish the thought. That's what I undid.

The Undoing for all of us will continue through the archetypal 2012 schtuff. Then immediately thereafter, the unconscious baggage of all the Armandgetiton will hit the wall. Oddly, as it crumples, we can get on with our lives. Until then, it all melteth and thereby, is quite unpredictable in details and in planning. Pointing at the Moon is not the Moon. These days, pointing at the Moon is the Montage. Every thing is happening..... as every thing no things. Go unfigure....

So, these days I gotta talk even funnier than I usually do cuz of the pure weirdness of it all. That's why I break out into the apocryphal speak at times. I noticed that the Obamas had a hip poetry fest in the Black House the other week. It's that kind of time. The space formed between the words tells the tale. Poetry is essential.

Do you see that kindness is the way through all of this for all of us? 
I purposely discern kindness from being good. Good is a bad ideation reaction. Good engenders it's opposite; it's highly projective and sufferful.

Be. Kindness follows.

Check out the 2/26/2009 Scientific American article on kindness: 
http://www.scientificamerican.com/article.cfm?id=kindness-emotions-
psychology  There's also an interesting take in there about teasing, of all things. These science folks do have fun.

TV had a lovely show the other day on six degrees of separation. It's the Kevin Bacon thing wherein everyone has six connections to everyone else. Turns out it's a physical law, at least in this dimensional stuff. It's 6.6 actually. Makes you wonder about 6.66; perhaps the beast is in the software.....

The structure of this social webbing has nodes of connection, like the person that practically knows everyone and we happen to know them.  (Curiously, one study suggested that on the World Wide Web, any document is 19 degrees separate from any other document. Another reference said that all other networks, of any sort, have 2 to 14 degrees of separation/connection 'tweenst them.)

These nodes of interconnection show up in everything. The NY Times some months ago had a great graphic that illustrated all the genetic connections of human disease.  http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2008/05/05/science/
20080506_DISEASE.html?ref=health It shows the interesting clusters around nodes, like diabetes or a sort of cancer, etc. It looks rather like suns with orbiting planets, I suppose.

The show also had cool/creepy animation of how the "nodes" inside of a cell biologically  manufacture protein links, thereby creating our corpus magnificat. You can see that it's all the same software replicating in the micro and the macro, no matter the system, the osmose of the cosmos, becoming looping upon itself.

Can you see that experience itself is nodal, too? Experience is where we really live. Amongst the swarming activity of apparent randomness in life, there are regular nodes of.... lunch, or falling in love, or sleep, or Mozart.... along with all manner of less noticeable mundane experience orbiting around the big experience nodes of drama, the high points and low points, in the story.

It's all running on the same software. That's why every thing is connected. We aren't the software. There's nothing sacred or worshipable about the infinite connections on the substrate of the operating system.

When you can't see the software, connectedness is the end all - be all of the Dream. Likewise then, disconnection is the great and terrible curse. These days, we watch great disconnection taking place, even as millions closely fritter and twitter. There is a terrifying disconnect going on for folks, a lot of which is unacknowledged but highly re-acted. This is a result of End times effects.

The software "thinks" you, such that you believe that if you connect, the suffering, the dumb thrum will go away. Nodes simply form like standing waves in the buzz of it all, like islands, such that we think some thing is happening, so that we can ground in the Dream. But it's all a mirror game in which unconsciously you seek your self in greater and lesser forms, always, all ways hitting the cold hard surface and feeling as though you've failed, when in fact you are just bumping up against the failing/flailing mechanism of the game. It's called suffering.

Finally, there's no End to it all. While.... all along (the watchtower), you are compelled by the software to chase after the end of whatever projection is on your screen. During End times, this every 26,000 year window upon the Game in the Mayan Collander, you can see and feel that chasing after projections, material and spiritual, doesn't work..... for you. But it surely works for the Game. It's a distraction from your being. It's noise. It's a pain in the assumption.

Thus.... you feel crazy, failed, bankrupt and cranky. Notice how you feel all of that these days!?! You.... you are not the problem.... and therefore, you don't have to become some solution or go chasing solutions.

Hear me now for your own relief: the software is crazy, failing, bankrupt of your being and cranks you harder the harder you try.

So let, let go, let going your way be a letting go. Easefully unwind. 
There's nothing to get, except the joke.

Yours unruledly,
Mark

Mark Herbert Krueger   
mark@in2light.com
310.717.3671
http://www.in2light.com/

 

Yumpin' Yupiter! Here Now the Neap Tune

May 14, 2009

Society is singing a neap tune. Jupiter is octavating. All is being reset. We leap beyond how we look. The conspirity of prosperity winnows. We've had to take it, with grains of assault, while we get the chaff. How low will we go? Who's to know. In the change of Ages, the collidescope refracts. It reflects upon us. Consciously being dispels.

Jupiter last conjuncted Neptune in early January 1997. I remember it being quite gnarly. Twas in Capricorn then. The mounting waves of Web boom, tech bubble and roots of this wacky banking thing hark back to thereabouts. With this conjunction, in Aquarius 5/27/09 firstly and lastly 12/21/09 (exactly 36 months before the dread Mayanic Depression), all the heavy restructuring of the whoring '90's gets a radical makeover, right into hyperspace. There's no telling what is being concocted by the cons who coct us, by the wizards of connectivity, by the mad slyentists.

The world is getting smaller and less intimate. Boundaries have dissolved into crystalline loneliness. Everyone is all one, unitized, with a face you can read like a book, with heart and soul lost in space. Aquarius can be really heavenly metal. It has nothing to do with water bearer, the silliest of the symbols. It's about wave, vibe, matrix, light.... more than we can comprehend at this time. It is complex, and lost in its complexes. We'll be seeing plenty of that for centuries to come. Dark matters and dark energies make up the bulk of space, in physics and indeed in metaphysics. More will be revealed for it is the time of Revelations. When the see level elevates, you get a sinking feeling cuz disguise is falling.......

I like Aquarius, but at its worst, it disassociates beyond being. Our world is now highly fractured. So called democracy is apparent individualism, but it conditions the herd into a vain likeness of uniquity. Corporate marketing is the cancer of the body politic. It divides for its dividedends, for its conquering. Growth is made next to godliness.

That shit needs a time out.

Politics have morphed into marketing. Society is webbed. There is rugged individualism; it's called the consumer, a rigid individilism. The hollowed nuclear family consists of protons and electrons with some neutrons thrown in for good muck. Spin is all that happens in the radial activity.

Being cuts through this gaminess, the stinkin' thinkin'. I say be. Prosper by melting your baggage. The lightness of your being remains. Want lots, waste lots. Be and ye can abide thee. Be can't be had. Be to see. Choose and you can't lose by blowing in the win......

Venus and Mars continue coursing closely through Aries. It's hard to tell the Forrest from the Gump. I don't know what that means, but you get the picture. The feeling is insecure taut ripe walking. We are buffaloing off to Shufflo, or some such. May we or mais oui not, that is the questin'. I reckon we are getting on with things, adjusting to a smaller world perhaps, realizing the subtractive of the addictive. Cold turkey on a hot planet.

The waters are rising while we synch like we're stoned, for the times they are deranging. The losers now will soon be to win for the times they're rearranging.

As the world ends and the ends whirl, what can we expect but centripetal centrifugal. Our insides are being turned outside in and the outside is being turned inside out.

When pigs flu, avians oinked. The Hong Kong influessence of 1968 was quite the lethal pandemic. Uranus was then exactly opposite where it is right now. Over a year before that outbreak, Uranus and Saturn were opposing, as they have been lately. Death after all is a doorway beyond the mortal coil. When we get these alignments, when it is such an existential grind to humanly be, people slip the knot more readily.

Life in May is a bit lighter than it has been. Suffering, however, is constant. It changes hue and cry. Waves come and go go. The psyche lies low and lo it never lies. The tocks tick, the pox pax, time will toll, ill or well.....

The Jupiter/Neptune conjunction currently dominates the flavor of the month. Space is the place in the Hubble bubble. Cosmic walkabouts yield certain visions. We see stars as we stare at the Son. The savior faire illumines the Grey mansion. It's our lurky daze.

Indebted to those credits to our society, those pater fleeceus, we have banked our fires instead of firing our bankers. Credit is given where credit is due until debt do us part. The capital idea is now social nationalizm. Ask not what your country has done for you; ask how your country is doin' you. Heil halter. The yoke is on you. Or is it.....

Owe owe owe your bloat jauntily down the scheme. Verily verily verily verily life is but a screen.

These are the strangest of times. Really surreal as it unreels. Is anything in your life the same as you have known it? Knowing has been crushed. Faith has taken to beating. What you had and who you were.....
it gone.

So....... now......... be.

There is now choice. There is no control. There is know ledge, but as ye think, ye shall fall.

For every reaction there is an unequal and oppositional action.

What goes up and up has become a real downer.

Faults are quaking, but there is nothing wrong with you.

Getting it right takes you to the bottom wrong of the ladder dazed sainthood.

The unruly rule.

Judgment Deity is here and it is God offal. The Highered Help is revealed as a real steal. To whom you prey, preys you.

Mirror mirror of the wall, who's the pharaoh of it all. Peer amid the scheme et al, kingdom come and kingdom fall.

Our common wellth has been poisoned, the field of play assaulted. The profits of doom shall be laid lo and behold their filthy lucre. Turn their plowed shares into swords that cut the rot, the rote and tote. Lay fallow fellows for the task has forced the hollowed ground. We lay empty in our fullness, out of our gourds, squashed beyond recognition of what is simply so. Sow where ye raped. Compost your self. Scat is logical, shit happens. Face the pied hole lest ye be returded, for we eat, shit and die, naturally.

Corporate capitalism is what is eating us, and them, and all. Their prophets are metastasized. Twomore for them, none for the rest. Let us rest, easy. Growth is cancerous. Sustainance is unprofitable, ungrowthworthy. Enlighten your load. Unbaggage your pack. Quit while you are ahead. Recognize the lessen of gain. Be commonist, pinko.

The mighty think they do righty so that nothing is left for all the rest.

Do no right! Quit climbing the wrongs of the mobius trip. When you try to get it right, you forget what you left.

Don't stop. Don't start!

Going for the goaled is ignorant be leaving. Choose delightfully along the meander if you value peace.

More is not listening. There is no lesson to learn. There is lessen to face. Weep and ungnash your teeth. Bite off nothing you can't choose consciously.

The promised land exists only in our ignorant for-get-fulness.

America is the land of the free deal that enslaves the unvalued.

America is the home of the brazen.

America flags everything cuz it is the gratest, the scourge, the whipping void.

America has gone beyond its continence, pissing on everything righteously.

From this day forward we will whore no more.

Grant nothing for taking.

Simply be while playfully being. It is not a big deal. It is not a little deal. It's not a deal. The cards are on the table, the house has folded. Slowly ramble instead of maniacally gamble. All bets have been way off. The chips are down for good reason, goodness gracious unglory and be.

As to other curiousities....

Venetia Phair just died. (See NY Times Obits 5/11/09) As a little girl, she named the planet Pluto. It's a lovely story really, a most interesting karma. Turns out her grandfather's brother also named Mars' moons Phobos and Deimos. Cool symmetry. Disney's dog Pluto was named after the planet, though some had suggested that it had come first. That wasn't Phair. The girl's family was in a degree or so of separation to Clyde Tombaugh who had discovered Pluto. Because Percival Lowell had led the search for the trans-Neptunian planet, and because his first initials were PL, which is another symbol used for Pluto, Clyde the Guide went with Pluto. Way to go Venetia. Girl power!

Through some kind of genetic sleuthing the sciencistas claim to have discovered human origin to be near the Namibia/Angola border. I was quite near there in 2004. It felt like Eden. It felt like home. It's the most beautiful place I've ever been. Every adam of my eveing loved the place primally.

Global warming is a red herring. I've gotten around Earth a wee bit. The problem is global swarming. We are a fucking plague par hexellence. That's why I say stop going Repro. Stop it with the pets and the second empty homes and the gross gnashinull products. Tooooooo much. Tooooooo noisy. Vain gain vainglorious. It ain't cute. It's acute. Madness. Yucky poo. Bullied shit. Caca twaddle doings.

In 2004, I spent three weeks in the Cape region of South Africa. I just heard a kind word from a client thereabouts and she brought back how dearly I love it there, especially for the light and the flora. Let me invite you to google/images for: fynbos. Have a looksee and enjoy. Plants hold some of the deep innocence on the planet. I hate to see them go. I hate the dire suffering of humanity in South Africa and everywhere else as well. May we all resolve all of this absurd degradation so that we can enjoy the sheer delight all around us. Simply being with the beauty, not taking, just being..... that's the life I foster and cherish.

I see beyond the margins as I write beyond the margins while living on the margin. Care to donate in appreciation of my care for you? I sing on this cyber corner for all to hear freely. Please consider freely giving so that my song can continue to be heard.

Gratefully,
Mark

Mark Herbert Krueger
mark@in2light.com
310.717.3671
http://www.in2light.com/

 

Juan Flu Over the Cuckoo Mess

April 29, 2009

The Mask of Sorrow has returned. Ole mole! The terroridors ride again
as the bull rings a belladonic plague in the chilly Con Carny. Amounter
zoomers get their revenge while us beings get refried. Queso Dias!
Seize the cheese, if you know where they've moved it, or huevos your
nest egg good bye....

Alas and a lack, even the polo set's horses have keeled over. The
porkers have begun coffin' while the sick of shaft bursts and spills
its ills. Affluenza has struck the diseased center for control, this
time a real birdin' fouls the nest eggs. Mask hysteria won't prevent
the viral spiral. Fear is on the loose.

Because folks haven't faced their shadow emotionally, it gets pushed
down and somatisized. The body bares it. So will Gaia in arrowed
quivering. Feverish quakes await. Earth will hurl. Self attack is what
kills in this dissed ease. We haven't looked after our selves. We've
been conquered by divided ends. Now we get the unfairness of those
shares.

Cap-it-all-ism is a denial system whereby today's gain is tomorrow's
loss, our gain is their loss, gain is less..... and now we gain the
lessen. We've created our own reality, all right Now the shadow of such
can be seen in the all wrong. Mass consumption has positively negated
what was whole and healthy. Natural systems allow death and dearth,
dark and dormant. This mad western swing dance has stomped the two step
for long enough. The poles have shitted, dumped their glory load. Good
and God are bad ideations. Heaven on Earth is heavin' hell on earth.
The geeks have inhabited the Earth out of biblical proportion. Lastly,
comes the Revelation, the shadow eclipses the sun of good. Not for
ever, but for long enough to make it hurt, real bad.

Got milked. Cowed sheepishly. Herded through the great divine.....

More of the same, higher and deeper, smarter and quicker, greener and
pasteured....  ain't gonna undo it. We are folked up. A boobantic
plague. We've fixed it so that we are in a real fix mode, hopin' change
will change the daze.

Happily slappily going repro, filling the world with more village
idiots to be razed.... not gonna undo it. Having an i pod person is
just another project down the you tube. Morons will get their lessens.
And that's why Juan Flu Over the Cuckoo Mess. Hello kiddies, good bye
catatonics. Two times two times two equals octomom. The world is in
premature gesticulations oe'r the chasms. Tearers are renting the
fabric of life. Tis the Rupture caused by the fecund coming. Christ ya
know it ain't easy peacy....

Speaking of inauthentic reproduction.... the Chinese have aborted
untolled millions of girl fetuses, via ultra unsound practices, such
that there are 32 million more men than women coming on line. Since
boys will be boys, without the gala of the gals, those men will have to
engage in brainstemic sociology called: War. The pack will be thinned.
Keeping the male Chin up is going to be a real downer. The Great Wall
will have lemmings clamoring over it looking for Mongol hoards with
Ghengis conviction. Feng Shui that.

It all is getting weirder by the nano second. There are dozens of
Colombian semi-submarines that annually head for the USofA with
hundreds of millions of dollars worth of cocaine on them. The cartels
build submarines in the jungle and ballast them with blow, all to
supply Amerika's urge to numb. Ain't that special? The feces of our
species right under our knows....

Just the other day, Air Farce One buzzed the Twin Towers' neighborhood
for a photo opportunity of national pride and glorification. Fear that
infidels! How about pushing Dick Cheney down the street in a wheel
chair, too. He's a megaton of fun. The stank of power is in the nose is
it not? Hate too, Brute? Caesar the Dei. Divide the conquered. God
blast Amerika.

Perhaps the chap had too much ethanol.... An Iowa son, whacked his dad
over the head with a piece of cord wood and then proceeded to carve out
papa's pacemaker with a knife. Such hard to heart exchanges are
becoming frequent in fartherly love. Who's yer daddy.... gonna kill?
The family that preys together slays together.

This is a strange aside, but it somehow seems apropos. I read years ago
that children draw the sun shining in the upper right hand corner of
their landscapes. Check it out. They noticed in hospitals that when the
terminal kids drew the sun in the upper left corner, they died right
afterwards. The psyche is wired deep.

A New York Times Magazine article last Sunday wrote of the persistence
of quick judgment, referring to the lumpen Scots lady who sings
angelically, but who folks were prejudiced against. Mucho studies point
to how are judgment is lumpen, lumped in crude categories of quick
assessment that supposedly allows us to better survive the bungles in
the jungles. The more I read, the more I read of data mining by Google,
the more it seems that humanity is quite locked into the brain stem
most of the time. I'm not exactly waiting for GoodO. The mass response
of the masses tends to knee jerk idiocy. However, if we acknowledge our
ignorance, we may be able to choose beyond the shadowed wiring. I say:
claim your consciousness and clear your karmaed krud. It eases the way
and enlightens the load.

Singing of singers, I caught a performance on video of Anita Baker.
Please check her out again. She brings it! In the '80s, her tune Sweet
Love was a massive hit. I mean to tell ya, this lady can bring a
massive hit of sweet love all the way. She can sing as profoundly as
anyone I've ever witnessed. She's old school. She's bold school. Praise
Anita!

I've been studyin' a mite on the chart of the birth of the Internet.
It's heading for a progressed New Moon early next year. Seems to me
that the Net is ready to crash in a 911 creamergency kinda way. In June
coming up, Uranus in the sky will be coming to a halt while conjuncting
the Internet's Part of Fortune and opposing its Pluto. All of that is
T-crossing to the Galactic Center. Could it be time for some cosmic
wave photonic slap in the Facebook kind of electro smash?

Also in the background, they're building a new Internet, one that I
suspect they'll charge for and control, meant to supplant the current
Net that is so vulnerable to spamalot and too anonymous for the
controllers. The new Internet is meant to perform much better but will
be very addressed, no anonymity, just like finances and location of
your person and all the other big bro megalomania. Perhaps that's the
zap I see.

The other day we went to Mt. St. Helens in Washington within a couple
miles of her maw. Giant hills of debris that had flown out of her gut
lay in piles around us. It rained some, chasing away other humans, and
we were all alone with her immense silence. Aaaaahhhhsome! Green life
has tressed her blast zone, but it took many years for the coiffing.
Her 29th anniversary is May 18th. So I looked up her Saturn return. The
first contact was 11/19/08; then retro contact was 2/12/09. The final
Saturn return contact is 8.8.09. Uranus up in the sky is still hanging
out opposite to her Saturn during all this.

I have an inkling about the northern Cascades zone. It feels like deep
hell is ready to break loose. Quakes and the spewing of Mt. Rainier is
what I suspect. Seattle may be unsettled, with Boeing going boing and
Microsoft getting it macrohard. Helens seemed at peace though. More
shall be Revalationed.

There's another view of the End of the Mayan calendar that posits the
date 10/28/2011 rather than 12/21/2012. Carl Johan Calleman is the
fellow to search on for such info. I like the astrological look of this
date better than 'ol 2012. I won't go into it all now. We are indeed
feeling all the drainage swirls, big time. As we get nearer to the
Edge, more can be said. It's the Fixed crosses in the chart that speak
to me. There is nothing to fear but the fear of everything, so just let
it unwind,....... and unmind. It ain't you.

Mercury enters Gemini, which it rules, on 4/30. Splitting headaches are
the nature of the mind, the software. With Venus and Mars cruising in
tandem, it is difficult to find inner sanctum with the outer stanktum.
Likewise, Jupiter and Neptune are cozying up for a hopefest of
disillusion not seen before. What can be said?

May is a much better month than April's strange showers. It does have
an extra long Mercury retrograde from 5/6 to 5/30. That's business as
mostly usual, but the background, the backgrind, the buckgrunt......
these are extraordinarily tough times my friends. There really is no
precedent, no memory of cycles from which to gain wisdom that can
affect the personal. Transpersonal forces have us by the short heres,
the fear of the End, the death/dearth shadows from daze gone past.

May is a rather uneventful month astrologically. I suspect that the
deep shifts of the last years and of the last month will be hitting the
fantastic. Specific prediction is no longer important because of the
background noise. Be, on your toes and follow your nose. Choose, in
spite of lose. The All Won is coming undone. Peaces are going to bits,
inside and outside. It really isn't you. The Mirror Machine is
shattering. These are shard times. Holding it together as it fractures,
cuts deep and furthers the fracturing. People will be very fractious,
the mind very split, the ache to get a head will feel unbearable.

So let. So let go. So go lightly and as brightly as you may. The heavy
is gravitational. So unload. No need to fly to heaven. That all takes
care of itself. We are experiencing absolute hellven, often feeling
frozen and inert. Passion is dying on divine. Compassion is being
sorted, and at times sordid. Be kind. Be coreful. Be. I say it over and
over again because it is the only way through. If you tie your star to
the polarized messianic, you get burned and churned and inside out
turned. There's no Prophet in It. It is coming undone for the purpose
of unmirroring and unprojecting your being so that you can play as you
are, rather than chasing after your hired self. It doesn't work anymore
because you don't want to work anymore. Being and playing are their own
reward. In time, we wonder if it will be so in time, being and playing
will supplant working for a living. Wellth will replace wealth and all
its constipated piles. It is all coming loose in order to flush the
slush funds so that we can live in lush fun. You can't see it from
here, but you can be it and hear, glistening even while it storms.

Peace be what you are,
Mark

Do you like me sharing with you like this? It's important that I hear
from you by word and by donation. If I don't, May will be the last of
in2light. There's nothing left in the tank. If you refresh me, I'll
refreshen you in these MayDays ahead. If not, so be it. I've been
blessed to share with you here. You have been kind and lovingly
listening. Thank you and be well.

Mark Herbert Krueger
mark@in2light.com
310.717.3671
http://www.in2light.com/


Trident True

April 17, 2009

Venus goes direct today. She rises on the shelling, the mortared bricks, the sunk. Will love save the daze or will love unmaze the haze? Your choice, unless controlling what is out of control is your veilywick. The changes are timing, fast and furious. And gather round people wherever you roam, and admit that the waters around you have grown. Accept it, and soon, that you've been wrenched to the bone, for the minds they are deranging.....

The Sun enters Taurus on the 19th. Then Mars and Venus envoy in the last degree of the Zodiac on the 21st. He leaves the End, entering Aries on the 22nd. She leaves the End on the 24th, followed by New Lunation in Taurus later that day. The 26th finds Mars squaring Pluto as the 30th brings Mercury entrancing into Gemini.

Let your self be. Let your splits amend. Let the mind thoughtlessly nevermind, and be aware. What you do is a consequence of what you think you do. Be and choose instead. Or the sequence will con you, the project will eject you, the fodder will mudder like shift in shineola.

Valuate instead of insinuate. Intend instead of portend. Embrace instead of forebrace. The only thing to fear is itself fear. So drop it, like a stone unrolling, like a gathered mess, drop it.

You are fine in a messy antic kinda way. You can be if you see that never were you thee. Throw out everything including the kitschy think. Your faith is in your hands. Unhand it. It lies where your being longs to be. If you are going some where, you will wear some, more and more in the grind of the mind on the find of lost soul proprietorship.

There's never been a better time to see the Game and realize your consciousness. I still offer such sessions to directly remind you how to claim your being and clear your identification in the karmappa. If you recognize such, contact me and it can be arranged. People have been slipping deeper into trance for the last several years. I stopped even referring to my speciality. No one cared anymore. I mention it now because someone came out of the wouldwork to have such a session. They want to unwind from the projection machine and play. I was happy to oblige. It's no big deal. It's simple and direct. You can undo, and only you can undo, what you've done and what has done you. The Dream is really creaming. The knight's mare is galloping. The noise is loud and unclear. It's your choice.

There's a fork in the road. The Path always forks you over and under, inside and out. The Light tunnels you forever and a daze cuz the dark matter and the dark energy run the projector. See what has been darkened, see your shadow, and you enlight, rather than chase it on the dread mill.

Going positive is a negative reaction and only begets more of such ignorance.

That's the Secret.

Good is God's Good way and it weighs heavily upon this burdened time.
Bad can't be gooded by God. God and Good are just ignored bad ideations, the iDeal writ large and fatuous. There's ignorance and there's being. If you ignore and badify in the name of goody gooding, you make bad, piles of it. The stench is ripe and ready steady going Right now. If ya gonna call the holyghostbusters, the holy shit will hit the fantastic in a nano second. It's Maya collander time: illusion is being sifted.

Will you choose or will you control? Will you be or will you do the doodoo? Will you will your will in your death will? Will you face your being unborn? Will you abort the missionary position so that your babyhood can finally be embraced consciously? There's life at the end of the tunneling. There's light and dark flickering in the yinyang machine. It's not you spinner. Step out of the dizzy dazzle and unfrazzle. Let life fall where it may. ReChoice oh ye of many efforts.
Easefully undo it. You aren't worth It. You are. So choose.

In this crazy polar Bear Market, a German woman leapt in feet first to join the polar bears of Berlin Zoo, and got mauled. She may lose life and limb infectiously. A lessen for the bull headed in dangerous financial times? Look, but don't leap into your grave concerns, and be careful at the mall.

Happy Berthday Neptune! The planet, that is. The first anniversary of human skyful awareness of him occurred on 4/12. His discovery chart of 9/23/1846 is auspiciously intense. Saturn and Neptune are conjunct in Aquarius, closely sextile to Pluto in Aries (Uranus in Aries as well). Together they form a Yod to Mars in Virgo, all in a very tight formation within a degree of exactness. It's five of the ten outer planets lined up in a precise Finger of God formation! Truly a Fate Accompli.

In Neptunian style, the Berlin polar bear lady jumped (presumably because her life was bipolar and unbearable, and maybe it just didn't floe) two days before Neptune's discovery anniversary. And guess what? Neptune was discovered in Berlin. Gute allmächtige Gott!!! The Bare Naked Ladies must do a fun raising concert for this unfortunate fraulein. Yah yah.

We are ending the Piscean Age. Pisces is ruled by Neptune. Life is currently trident true, which is why things are so forked. Unforkedgettable, n'est pas? Have you noticed extraordinary gaps in your cognition? Are your dreams grinding you to sleepless bits? Are your days a daze of dreamality, a kind of lucid sleeping? Welcome to Meltatopolis. Hello Dali. Our melting watches surreally.

Neptune's discovery (such an amazing chart) involves several things.
Abolition was reaching fever peak in America, soon to lead to a great civil war ostensibly about slavery. With this first Neptune discovery return, America has a black president, a black precedent in the Blackhouse. Roll over Tom Jefferson!

Photography, later leading to cinematography, was coming into its own in 1846. A few years after Neptune's discovery, photography was popularized in the carte-de-visite, the snapshot/postcard like fever that ran 'round the globe. Image supplanted and then expanded imagination, along with all of its emotional content in the psyche. It universalized us all. Image making dissolved reality, making it as plastic as our now fantastic Web. We are in full blossom wherein the Word is being replaced by the Image, all the way. The book is going down the YouTube. Our psyche, collective and personal, has merged and morphed in such extraordinary Neptunian Piscean ways. Wait til ya see what the Aquarian Age has to offer. Since Image is so manipulatable, so is the public. The shepherd herds the sheep; the wool is pulling over the ipod. Deludicrous times ahead.

The Mexican War hit a crescendo when Neptune popped onto our screen. In reaction to the drug cartel madness, Obama has gone to Mexico. He's also considering different ways to deal with Mexican immigrants. The American Southwest is now de facto more Mexican than gringo. What we took from them is being taken back. Karmauppance indeed. Neptune dissolves all borders. Levies are under attack by waves freely crashing. A tax will heighten, but the serfs are up, in arms, gunning for revenge.....

America has been a hothouse of religious delusion. A recent poll indicates that seventy percent of Americans believe in heaven and their entrance therein. The promised land believes in the promised land. Whatta surprise. The major problem with such projective leavebeing is that ignorance of the here/now leads to degradation of valuing what is as it is. Thus Amerika has trodden so very heavily over cultures, countries, nature and the world's resources. We also have shoved such leavebeing down other's throats such that there is a bull market in the China shop. On that, the world's ecosystems shall collapse, written in India, Inc.

I say be with what is as it is and dissolve the notional inspirations that we are going anywhere in destined manifestation. The promised landings of heaven on Earth and in pie of the sky, are killing by devaluation what is right in front and around us. We build the great Walmart to have our caked losses of prior lives made right, and eat those fears too. Then we become the big shits on the block, dumping consumptive madness to fill the holy roamin' empire into every poor of the planet's itching skin. Lice job bimbos!

Stop the shop. Stop the gross domestic products. Trade lovingly, in kindness, for all. The delusion of credit, which is of course actually debt, is perhaps Neptune's greatest spawn. In less than two decades after its discovery, corporations as we know them, with their sovereign rights and absence of human responsibility, were established in the USA and made possible this heavin' on Earth.

Disincorporation is essential if we are to thrive beyond the scrapping to survive in this supposed glory. Christian stewardship, the dominion over God's creation, is the ugliest of Piscean dreamscapes. Roam and seizure. Fuck that! It has been an idiotic plague of the vainest, most pawnsied scheme we've ever seen. What would Jesus undo? Tis the second in coming. Balms away. The lords that crucify have crossed golgathacly into black Saturn daze of no apparent end. The Raise Erection now falls viagrically. The hard is on and we are fucked for more than forewarned hours. Calling the doctors makes ill sense for they are sickening profligately. It all caves in, we killed the Magdalene, and everlasting death doth us parse.

Awaken o ignorance, for thine is the suffering, the blight that makes Right. Break open shadowed unconsciousness and spill the bloody messianic 'til Gaia rests, 'til we rest. For thine vain glory is the poverty, the power and the everlasting strife, so helpless gods. Ah stupid men.

Let us not prey.

Let us have merci.

Let us not be Won.

End the Game for yourself. Claim your own consciousness, your own being beyond projections of the Hired Self, and clear your identification in your karmap. The Spirits got everyone drunk, gone fissioning, split out into selling and buying Secrets in the Purposely Driven life that rides proud and rough over the meek Earth inherited. The SuckU bus has had its run. Get off It! Learn your lessin'. Unwright the shit. Float upon the waters and never walk upon them again, for Christ's sake.

In the sweet bye and bye, loss feels ungainly. As we stumble out of our drunken binge, have a cuppa grace in the coup de grace. Kindly be. Share and share a liking. Receive your giving before It has taken you for deride. Open your stores. Put your self on sail. Allow love to have its way, and not be you. You be. So see.

Mark

Mark Herbert Krueger
mark@in2light.com
310.717.3671
http://www.in2light.com/

Entropic Thunder

April 9, 2009

Here's a client's response to one of my services - A Poem of You - which is a written astrological reflection. He liked it so much, he bought his friend one.

"Mark is such a caring, yet ferocious chanteur of the song of who you ARE." - S. O.

In any form, I can really bring it these days. Avail yourself the opportunity to break through your sludged patterns so that you can enjoy the delight of your being.

Google this: Dukhobors. The Dukhobors are a fun bunch of religious nutters that I find delightful in their wild mania and true heartedness. They have something to say in our current demise. It's worth reading a bit of their history for all the mad twists and turns. Their story deserves a movie. What I especially like about them is that they choose to refuse to fit into the modern world, especially the violent madness of governance. They are supreme refuseniks.

One of their favorite ploys is to strip naked in the presence of those that offend them. This protest form has come into vogue lately. It's always been popular for those going nutzie. I reckon it's just basic social refusal to cooperate with it all. Unfortunately, such an act does not gain us re-entrance to The Garden. I wish. I wish that I could unclothe the stinking foolery of our mad species.

More so, I tend to want to leave The Garden entirely. Even the birds of the air and the beasts of the field must kill life to sustain life. I find it all so very, very, very silly and embarrassing. Necessity has always seemed so unnecessary. I'd rather be an unnecessary to the crime. I'd rather eat the gods and spit out their bones of contention. I'd rather be flying, free, like my birdie friends, but not like those vain angels with their agendi to save and further by pawnsy schemings. Unscrew that!

As the world implodes upon its ziggurated pile of worshipped dung, I smell fresher aire down our weary road. But, here and now and onwardly, oh, how it be stinkin', stinkin' to the highest heaven of all that the nutballs have foisted upon the sheepish mob. Whether it's the Dow Dei Kaching or the Great God Amighty, this pile of the fissile and unfissile density is exploding in ever weirder twisting reactive turns. Are the guns blazin', or what!?! The boymen are popping a cap! Copycat that Houston. We have a problem.....

As Obama calls for the end of nuclear madness, some crazedpot killed some coppers cuz he believes the Prez is going to take his guns'n'ammo. Homeland insecurity is rife and rifled. Gun sales have gone berserk since election day. America, the home of the depraved and unfree, exports more weapons than all the rest of the world. People are armed to the teeth; they're flossing with them, champing at the bits and pieces of their fractured vision. As I've said many a time: It's Armedandgetiton.

Turns out Homeland Security is going to build a massive complex, the biggest deal since the Pentagon (could there be an parallels?), on the site of St. Elizabeths insane asylum in D.C. Ain't that just perfect. Paranoid schismphrenia. Watch your blowback boys. You're coming to get yourself.....

I thought Barack was going to be assassinated, by bullet or character attack, in Turkey. Turns out they uncovered some plot to kill him over thar. The right wingers claim that the Prez's administration said such in order to garner sympathy and backing. In a bold speech, the O man spoke of his and America's Islamic heritage. That's his death sentence right there. The nuts will go after him more viciously than ever. He's their InFidel, their CommieMommy whom they must kill at any cost.

Barack's meteoric rise will have its meteoric fall. He's iconic. He's Linkin'. He presages a better world, but won't live to see the day. Instead, he'll see the daze of the end times of Entropic Thunder. Have you noticed that it's all falling apart? I know that you of The Secretions clan of the Positrons see otherwise, but we haven't seen this cyclic passage for 26,000 plus years and we doth forget. On the Wheel, all good things come to the other end, called bad.... until, people get through it to the other side, which if you let it all fall apart, doesn't have sides; it's called being. Being, without good/bad, is peaceful and allowing and considerate and playful. No where to go, no chopping woulds or carrying whatever.

Going for the Gold, The GOD, the Good has whipped us into a sub mission, grinding in the underbelly world, to the very stuffings that we have longed to transcend/escape. All that we have ignored is back...... and frothy. We've topped out all the way to bottom feeding. We chop everything and carry whatever in stupid circles while thinking we are going to the promised landing of everbetterrightglory. Ugh. Here's a variety pack of Entropic Thunderings as civilization whimpers in the winds of change...

Some family successfully sued a funeral home cuz they realized that their six foot seven inch dearly dead beloved had fit too neatly into the standard coffin. By inglorious exhumation they discovered that the mortician had chopped the feller's legs off to make him fit. Entropic Thunder prevails.

The US is considering, and the Euros are doing it again, instituting tax rebates on new car purchases if you junk your old car. The logic is that it saves energy/pollution if you junk the old, messy thang. The endless blind spot is that it takes tremendous energy and pollution to make a new one! Oopsie. Entropic Thunder rides again.

Throughout America's waters, boat owners are abandoning/sinking their boats cuz they can't keep up with the cost of ownership. Instead of utilizing the craft of the craft, they destroy, and pollute and damage. We are more sunk than anyone realizes. Entropic Thunder sails on.

Our manufacturing capacity usage is now the lowest it has been since WWII. We bubbled up credit inflated demand for shit we don't need and now it's more than obvious. The first command of fascist patriotic duty, a day or two after 9/11, was: shop. Economists say that's the answer to our current dilemma. As empire collapses, the logic of: more illness oughta cure our ills becomes oh so evident. Entropic Thunder marches on.

Botox isn't new, but it is ever so popular. A new product is coming on line to compete with it. Erasure of the exquisitely organized lines of a face's life story must now be dumbed to flaccid inexpression, the Zomboni look, smooth as ice. Beauty is scam deep. Entropic Thunder shines its dullness upon our countenance.

In many cities, the banks are doing what they call walkaways. They don't foreclose on the home that the owner can no longer pay for because they're out of work and the payment ballooned. They just walk, leaving the owner with all the costs of dilapidation, vandalism and taxes cuz the bank loaned some poor, marginalized sucker a piece of overpriced worthless shitupon American Dream. Cities are as overwhelmed as the crushed owner. Properties and neighborhoods and society rot...... while the precious banker gets bailed and bonused. Entropic Thunder pays off in spades. Ya dig?

The vaunted Porsche is now often made in Finland. They truck all the bits in and then hide the serial numbering that reveals whether it's vaunted German craftsmanship or whether the whole charade is just Finnished. Entropic Thunder cruises down the Autobahnal.

They are developing drugs that will erase your nasty memories, those little karmic ticklers that remind you that you have some unconscious business in your organization. Just rest in your LazyVoid chair and click your life remotely..... Entropic Thunder forgets everything to sell the new and improved.

In the Daze of the Locusts department: Hoards of people are up in the San Gabriel mountains above Los Angeles panning for gold. Out of work, out of luck and out of their minds, they seek to pluck lucre filthily from the wee bits of flowing water that the LA basin offers, while raping every little fishy and reed and Gaia's thinning hair along the way. Entropic Thunder crawls on.

Turns out the banks are much more in debt than consumers. Looks like the government is too. Guess who's left holding the bag o' gold and who's holding the bag o' lead. Entropic Thunder alchemizes magically shazzam and you can bank on that cuz you have to give them credit for that 'til debt do you parse.

Where there's thunder, there's lightning. In this case, enlightening. We can wake up and smell the neuroses. Our own first and then the system's. Face what is unconscious, what is ignorant. Therein lies the suffering lies. Be instead of believe. Choose instead of control uncontrollably. Play with what is as it is. Or suck ass and die another stooped day on the Wheel to Fortune....

Tis Full Mania today, April 9, at 7:56 am PDT. Mars is lining up with Uranus in Pisces. Jupiter is lining up with Neptune in Aquarius. Things are quaking up and drowning in the morass, the mire, the avoided shadows of ignorance. It all comes to light, faster than you can shake the shit at it. It gets even stranger as Venus backs into Pisces on 4/11, later to go direct and meet up Mars in the last degree of the Zodiac on 4/21. Earth Day, the 22nd is going to be a violent motherfucker as Mars goes into Aries that day. The war for and against Gaia is hotter than hot. She'll shrug repeatedly in the days and years ahead.

Allow the rage, but don't beat the deadened horse. We've been dumb and deaf for way too long. Gentle can undo it, if rage is allowed. ReChoice and let be. As you do, as we do, heat comes off, tears flow. If we don't, tsunami and brimstone reign and crush the infidelities. Madness will continue mostly unabated. Damage has been done and ignored for so long in the collective and personal psyche that it is bound to express ugly and with sheer distortion. It's a long haul. Take care, breathe, play and eyes wide open. There's everything to fear, but that's fear itself. It's not you. Unbear and grin in it as you can. I'm with you.

The Obama's have a Rabbi, in the family. Happy Passover and Shalom! Michelle's cousin is Rabbi Capers Funnye. No shit. I got that out of the NY Times. I love the NY Times. You benefit from it cuz I get much of my best reportage from them. I just wrote them to thank them. They're having trouble just like me. How to make a go of it on the web. This is a hot issue. AP is taking on Google about fair use/ripoff: using others journalistic efforts for your own profit.

The Web has blown it all open, just like music and intellectual property rights. It won't settle for a long time. Free is free. Responsibility for other's work and art is important indeed. Otherwise, we dry up and blow away, after chopping off ears from our life. It's all unfair really. Ask anyone, they'll piss and moan if they're honest. What I see is that down the road sooner or later, we will choose to value what we actually value, considering it all. We begin by valuing the underclasses, those colored differently; we value women and we stop devaluing men and their feelings. These are End Times. Time to end what has been unconscious.

Art is a huge investment by the artist. We toil many unseen hours. So do many others. Praise and profits be to them as well. Living fully and expressing it deserves a full living. If not, Walmart wins, and they've already won. Who ya gonna call for ghost bustin'?

I like the way Michelle Obama and the Prez are taking the bullshit out of power, and that they are humanizing whatever they touch. No matter politics and policy.... This is magnificent. They are being. That's what's real. Blackhouse is beautiful! Michelle, our belle... these are words (and actions) that go together well, our Michelle. She genuinely touched the Queen of England. The archetypes shuddered and melted. Praise be!

Along with the oddity of Sean Penn signing up to play Larry in a Three Stooges movie, R. Crumb is completing a two hundred page book of Genesis, that's in the Bible. If the world actually comes to an end, it's cuz God smote us for allowing R. Crumb to cartoonify Creation in his wondrous way.

I sure do like the UK singers Duffy and Adele. Check out these soulful ladies. Adele really knocked Letterman the other week, and he's seen a lot o' music. Gals got guts. Long may they glory.

Natasha Richardson, the actress who just skied off the mortal coil, and Malia Obama, Barack and Michele's eldest daughter, are both Grand Crossers in Fixed Signs. Natasha's is very potent around the power points: Neptune in Scorpio opposed to Sun in Taurus crossed to Mars in Leo opposed to Saturn in Aquarius. Princess Malia has her planets in earlier portions of the Fixed Signs: Mercury in Leo opposed to Uranus in Aquarius crossed to Saturn in Taurus opposed to Moon in Scorpio.

Miss Malia is a 4th of July babe. Who do you think wanted to get into the Whitehouse? She's a true shiner. I said at election time that I would write about her. Here we are. In my work I read Saturn as her papa, the Moon as her mama. This girl is in between them, bridge and buffer, the merry linkin'. Pops is Buddha Boy; Ma is Kali Ma. Zap! Malia is wired for that shift!

She's of the late 1990's clan when Uranus and Neptune were in early Aquarius, the Sign that Uranus rules. The clearest of their generation do indeed carry the Aquarian Age, the Audacity of Change. She is an icon, a true and fine one with great heart and diamond brilliance.

I see Mademoiselle Malia holding fine imagination and inspiration for youth and old couth. The cross she bears, she bares as not a burden, but as an existential potency. What's a girl to do? Whatever she wants to.... with elegance and justice for all.

Natasha had run her course. She was brilliant and real. Life hurt in a big way for this fine filly of purebred actors. Liam would understand that she was the elder and he the boy/man who buoyed her. Despite his near death dances, beauty went before age. Natasha was auld before her tyme......

She said she was quite plump when she was young, and still felt that way, despite her gorgeousity. I wondered if she'd drank a wee dram or two in the pain of it all. Just a feeling, nothing that I read. She understood and stood under addiction as so many expressers extraordinaire do. She was shy, she shied, in the face of the suffering she could not avoid, but valiantly expressed anyway.

An actor's actor has no second act, no persona in which to hide. The cross she bore bared her heart such that the barren heart was revealed and transcended by simple, direct grace. I'm surprised she ever talked, let alone performed. Stutters have no problem singing...... This lady of fine being had to perform because she was seldom seen, seldom heard, as she was.

I've seen this with some of my clients over the years. She was turned in to the point that she curved out. She couldn't help herself, so she died, exited stage right. Her passing slammed a lot of folks. Her nature was deeply provocative, with elegance and true subtlety.

Her voltage was considerable as a transformer. She could carry big charges of emotion and archetype, stepping down the voltage to deliver the electric pulse such that the receiver could manage and absorb the jolt. Effective she was.

Natasha also bears a Grand Trine: Venus Aries, Mars Leo and Moon Sagittarius. The fire of passion and authenticity, of presence and perception burned bright for this jewel. With both complete geometries of the cross and the trinity, she'd had more than enough. But in that she never felt she was enough, that it was too much to bear. So this atlass shrugged and blew her brain out in a remarkable way. By her own admittance, she found life too shocking, in her family and in its prosecution, and in the end, it ended in shock, mercifully. No drag. No limp. No stutter steps. She sang goodbye and by, a real stunner, a light unto us all.

Dear Readers: I'll keep playing for you, here on the cyber corner, if you'll kindly drop some coinage of the realm in my PayPail. Thanks for your consideration. Singing in the rain.....

Mark Herbert Krueger
mark@in2light.com
310.717.3671
http://www.in2light.com/

JoyFool

April First, Aught Nine

Things are queerer than a gay pride parade. Life is stranger than function. Fool costs are rising. Yes, the stars are on the move and in the groove, so let's have a look see, whaddya say sparkies.

There's a bad Moon on the rise, if you give credence to the rising clear waters of this old fogerty. Aquarius has Aged, like fine cheesiness. Cancer is the Sign of disease. Taurus runs rings around the Zodiac. Despite popular opinion, Aries is a Fireies Sign and Aquarius bears no Water. Capricorn is better on the cob, though it is symbolic of Pop. Libra is seldom librated. Pisces is like a fish in Water.  Gemini is too divided four octomoms. Scorpio is stingy, but not with their money, if you get the point. Sagittarians should always wear Arrow shirts. Leo is not DiCapriocorn. Always use extra Virgo olive oil for the perfect salad dresser.

God's Sun has his second coming every morning of tomorrow...... Mercury poisoning makes you think retrogradely. Venus envy Mars sexual relations. Jumpin' Jupiter, I Satonanurn and it hurts more than Uranus, said Pluto. You can't listen to Neptunes unless you download them from the Apple of your ipod. Verily, I can't tell my ascendant from a whole in the grounding, but at least I've kept my node clean while having too many Chirons in the Fire. It's all a horrorscope...

Actually factually, Mars in Pisces opposes Saturn in Virgo on 4/4, along with Pluto going retrograde in Capricorn that day. It just gets weirder and wilder after that. Snap, crackle, pop! Nice krispies. These are apocalyptic times. Words must become non-linear requiring poem de terre.......

We are on the horns of dilemma for we have gored the sacred cow. Bull markets bear ill, atrampling up and down for lucre filthy in the greed indeed. The End is not near. It is fear, with the fragrance of hope hung by a rope scented like dope beyond the scope unable to cope. Pluto plies the underworldly shadow of skankin' bankin', where the suits abound unbound wholly rollering the ministers of finance like fine ants at the picnic at black rock, honey can you spare a diametrically opposed option for your piecemeal existence, but you must scratch for it, verminantly.....

Borders line the personality, flipping while flopping in the high noon Dei sun. War wearies the edges of reason between what is right and what is wronged putting the cartels before the hoarse crowds of lost and foundering souls. Soldiers disgorge from their Barack, flight to fight, high in the reaches of time gone the same, ground insane, fought in frought ways beyond any means sustainable except by burning the children......

The Good Noose encircles the neck of the woulds that badly knead what hurts in all of us, hurtling to imprisoned naught never to see the light of Dei in blight of lowing cowed pain..... fields of ignorance, fields of ignorance, fields of ignorance. The hellish trinity lets loose endless fission without vision salting each incision of cutting cold apart, hiding in fear of those dark, darkening the fear of those unloved, dying to be born free from the sins of the furthering fateful furies.

Oh come unto noiseless being. Reach without limit in delight. Sing for the song of it. All is elsewhere and elsewhy, but let it not be you.  For thine is the glory beyond story. Without name and number. As you are, as you be. So.

Lay down your burdens. Have a look. Valuate. Prioritize being you. Give unto Caesar what gives you seizure. Unlord and freely be...... Be, a credit to yourself, not debt set on the Race of rat a tit for tat. The herd doesn't listen. It looks good before it leads badly. Go slowly your own way. Do look back and let it go. Unknow the fear and...... 
ReChoice.

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Fo' real: Did you know that Shrek means monster in Yiddish? Tina, did you know that Fey means slightly insane? Hey Prez: Barak, in the Bible, means thunder or in vain. For the first two months of 2009, suicide was the leading cause of death in the US armed forces. Sean Penn has signed on to be Larry in a Three Stooges movie.

I've noticed that crop circles are most likely created by sound. Check out Google/YouTube for: sound and form. Interesting visuals there.  Music is form, but it is form beyond the bounds of three dimensions. It is Nama/Rupa - name and form, as the Hindus say. For years I've watched the sound of my words affecting people as I speak. Because of dyslexia, I learned to speak correctly by saying the words first, in a nanosecond, in my head. When I write to you here, I speak to you (not think to you) for benefit of your inner ear and now. I listen you sayfully.

For my work, an astrology chart is a kind of sonogram of karmic geometry. I see/hear/feel your patterns. Consider a session with me.  You'll be amazed how I can be with you, and what transformation that will offer you. You are music to me. My voice is a resonant reflection to you for the realization of your being. You can unhinge from your suffering and play freely.

I was saved as a young boy when I heard Mahalia Jackson sing on TV in the 1950's. I had imploded early in life because of the relentless gray suffering everywhere. But her sound, her resonance buoyed me, loved me, soared my sorry soul. Check her out on YouTube; in particular: How I Got Over. It's a surreal scratchy TV image, but it really captures her with her people, the people of Chicago on whose edges I lived when I was young. Mahalia had an almighty grim childhood, as was so very common in those days, and I imagine still is too much today. She lived to sing of her salvation, how she got over. She's my cosmic mama, my Maha Ma, the song of my heart.

While you're YouTubing, check out the sonorance of Kelly Joe Phelps on his tune: Piece by Piece. His guitar playing is par excellence and pure delight. His singing rides the Silver Chord. Adele was terrific on Letterman the other night. She brings it. Mahalia sang like how I live in my heart of hearts, and how I write to you. My eyes are blue from living and singing the blues. I speak to you from out of the blue to open your blue sky of being you.

It still surprises me that people have hardly had any sessions with me for two plus years. It seems that folks think I'm crazy. I'm just transparent. Ironically I'm more helpful than ever before. I've shed, oh have I shed, and I can sing your song.

Being is the only way through this vale of tears and tribulations.  Believing belies one's being. Doing life only deepens the rut, the tunnel through which you seek the light that never is reached in the premise of promise. My sessions, being with me, reflect your being through illumination of the tangle of your patterns which you are not, so that you can choose, so that you can ReChoice... say hallelujah. 
Wishin' and hopin' just don't cut the suffering anymore. They cover, but only a skiff, with a thin and weary varnish. Come home to your self and give up the chase. I am here, to hear, and reflect you beyond the suffering.

Foolishly wise guided,
Mark

P. S. Given the economy of our times. My sessions are slideful in their price, if you've got the blues. Don't be shy. Be and shine.

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In honor of Tom Foolery, the patron saint of spring break, I've included an extra long Tabloidal excretion for your reading, writhing and arhythmic pleasure. Study for all it's worth!

The Notional Inspirer  
by Mark Herbert Krueger

Volume IV Umbrage 17.2

Weather report for our nation's capital: Intermittent drivel, with cold showers after hot flashes, followed by snow jobs. Sunset has been delayed due to photo opportunities. Praise Obama, for the sun never sets on his spending. Warm spell due to global Gore. Wear your hot pants and button up your undercoat. For all meterological insights, attend NotionalInspirer.com.bullshiten/whassupinsky.

Two out of every two chances can double your money luck, reveals a Las Vegas maven of Lost Wages, Neveradda. That's a whole Lotto news!

It's Bono fide. Sonny never got his fair Cher, sez Hollywood hair stylist.

In an unrelated item of national insecurity, the US Postal Service has suspended Tuesday morning deliveries in Southern California due to OctoMom's eight mail as she refuses to stamp her feat in her natal envelope because of a remarkable seminal experience. UPS will pick up the slack in an effort to prevent DOWNS syndrome. FedEx has supersized its moniker to WellFedX in an effort to bolster its lagging entrails.  Inspiring minds want to know mo!

If I had a nickel for every dime I said I was short changed, I'd be nouveau riche.

In down and out news, Vanna White has ventured a tv pilot called Wheel of Fartin' because of her spastic vowel expertise. Getting consonant sponsorship support is considered doubtful, even though she offered to punctuate the deal with her late period work and irritable special guest - General Colon Bowel. BSNBC refused to comma'nt. Ms. White awaits sentencing.

Put a pink ribbon on it department of limpid pools of care bearing: 
Martha Stewart, in a wonderful charitable gesture to honor the 41st anniversary of the Tet Offensive, is offering free breast cancer exams in women's prisons throughout America. You've got to hand it to her.  That's slammer glamour!

Dr. Phil N. Stein is keeping abreast as well during his: Male Teater Toter Week. Brossiers sales are likely to sky rocket in a viagra of human compassion and manly fashion. Looks like a real juggernaut, ay boys?!

Liposuction byproducts have been certified kosher for Hanukkah candles. 
In other good news, a pound of flesh can be organ donated to the fleshless, say dermatologists. HABA HABA!

Necrophilia is caused by love gone cold, related to heartbrake and losing your account at eHarmony.

Flash...... Health care is no longer covered by medical insurance. As if we hadn't noticed!!!

Five out of four doctors don't give a shit, say recent country club surveys.

Dermatologists have a way of getting under your skin.

Plastic sturgeons are actually fake. Heading down the pike sounds fishy. Adjusting the bass on your sound system may still leave it sounding like it's underwater. On Yom Kippur go gefilte fishing for the best kippers. Oh Yom skippers! Inspiring anglers wanna know.

Re:Cycling news::::::: Since his collar bone break, Lance Armstrong has joined the new race team sponsored by Uniball. The pen is mightier than the sword, sez a Uniball representative.

It has been discovered in Jordan that Moses came down from the Mount carrying two Tabloids. Inspiring minds are in the know!

Ornithologists are for the birds, say herpetologists in Scientific Stalemate.

Ornithologists accuse herpetologists of studying their navel, for strange sores.

Science seance illumines Houdini's escapism! Don't miss the Expose Extraordinaire in next month's Notional Inspirer!

Household hint..... Shoes should never be worn on the other foot, even if they fit, unless you are the soul proprietor. If your shoes are worn, buy new ones for chrissakes. Leather is not a sacred cow that hides under your feats. Reboot people!

Because of a y2k? shortage, 'knuckles' have been dragged kicking and downstreaming into the modern lexicon and are now spelled 'nuckles'.

Agronomy for the neophyte: You can't raise boysenberries in Boise berry well.

Bubble Rap is popping up during this severe financial downturn, according to savvy Wall Street urchins, notably: Fifty Cent's profits have been halved, say quarterly reports. Beatniks have returned fire in a throwdown with their Hep Hope lingua franca throwback to a more prosperous time. Also of note...... L'il Wayne has been ousted atop the charts and replaced by Big Wane. Puff Daddy P Diddy has changed his name, again..... to Poof Diddlysquat.

Beggars can be choosers if they so choose, but it begs the question, doesn't it? We've got all the answers at NI!

Sports flash: The winningest team in the S and M League are the NY Spankees. The Yonkers Yankers are second. The Balitmore Whorioles are third. The fourth takes the Fifth.

Pork prices skyrocket in hamstrung economy as so sage bacon bringin' 
homies chop their hog wiled expenses!

Fargo has gone far to prevent flooding. Dykes hold a fundraiser. The President levees holdback money earmarked as a stop gap measure to prevent a river of debt and destruction. NI is on the scene with all the wind of change breaking news!*!

Vanna White desperately pitched a new show to Sesame Street to help children control their vowels. PBS said it Depends on the numbers, but found her program only included number one and number two. Ms. White was notably flushed when she consonantly refused to return our nature calls. Charmin', n'est pas? NI readers must wipe the slate clean and move on to greener pastures.

The first cellular phone actually was created by God and has been discovered in the mitochondria of a chimpanzee at the labs of the Evolution Department at Bob Jones University. The Lord's Science marches on!

The Pope of Vaticania has presented his Easter eDict: Rush Limbaugh, upon death, will be Slow in Limbo. Bishops concur in solidarity with fellow cocksuckers who touch the children deeply and reverently.

Madonna has been kanonized according to the Khurch of Kabbalah Kabalists. All others are inferior. Bow now.

In her infinite mercy, Madonna has adopted Africa in a move seen to trump Octomom. The Angelinas of heaven sing Joliely in perfect lip synchrophancy. There's always womb for Jello Biafra!

The United Notions has endorsed the Notional Inspirer as its mouthpeace for Sanity and Universal studiosophy. A Noble Prize indeed for these humble pages of shifty germinalism!

The best things in life are free, cuz who'd wanna pay for this shit. - Karl Marx

Older people realize that when they go to the bathroom, they do neither number one nor number two. Thanks to years of experience, coordination and sheer freedom, they do number three.

On the anniversary of the Columbine Massacre, Hollywood is shooting all the students for their year book. Say cheeses and pass the admonition! 
Inspiring minds want to knowledge.

The Second Coming is going well, again, say divine insiders.

The Underwear of Assisi is stained by the Holy spirits of France's saint on the Day of Assumption according to the D'avinci Coda's carbon dating service, sez Dr. Braunschtein of the Collage of Utrecht.

Oregon Export mavens have begun marketing slugs to Darfur as humanitarian aid. It's about slime!

If you have a bone to pick with someone, please disinfect the area. 
Safety first, criticism second!

Because of global warming related sea rise, Micronesia has been renamed Nanonesia.

According to sociologists, wives report that when they speak, their husbands remember nothing of what they said, thereby proving the syndrome of Nanonesia. Nanonesia suffererers remember super little of what they are suffering from, tragically maintaining the viscous circle of sticktoitiveness. Further research reveals that the memory glands of women are much more developed, pendulous if you will, such that they keep abreast of every passing nuance, seance and ambiance. Always prepared for the hearafter, women are more divine and heavenly than their male lunchcounterparts. You herd it here. NI loves the gals because they are Inspirational!

Thomas Jefferson utilized numerous black salves in an effort to cure his dyslexia, say experts at the George W. Bush Presidential Library of Waco, Texas, U S of A, America.

Fairy godfathers are noticeably different in their approach to wish granting. Their magic wand is larger, tumescent in certain light, and they often grant lisps instead, when things don't quite Pan out.

Congress is considering moving Leap Day from the end of February to April 1st in order to institute the controversial cost cutting Leap Month. Taxes will be due May 46th instead. Evening Nightsavings Time will begin on 11:45 pm. Turn forward your clocks so that you don't have to watch Conan The O'Brien.

Britney Spears' new publicist has announced, in an exclusive whispering, that she is softening her look, her demeanor, her modess operandi to Britney Pokes.

For obvious reasons, grade schools on the Big Aisle of Hawaii, have changed the name on their hygiene rooms from lavatory to johnbidet, in order to protect and inspire their little ones duty bound efforts. 
Inspiring minds want to go!

At an all you can eat buffet in Poughkeepsie, New York, human remains were found next to the cash register. Hard times, but they left the mints.

Seven out of ten numerologists are afraid and judgmental of the other three. Nine out of ten astrologers think that they are the star of their own Zodiac. After Reikiing in the prophets for so many years, Masters find their selves out of touch. Swedish fish massage is popular with the gummy bear set. Fung Sway has broken the mold for many out of sorts homeland insecurers. Medical marijuana has been found effective in treating interns at parties. Medical hash is found to be popular for breakfast diners in Atlantic City, New Jersey. Oprah is banking on her new cash diet. Dr. Phil has been found empty, the glass missing.

Thanks for being silly with me,
Mark

Mark Herbert Krueger
mark@in2light.com
310.717.3671
http://www.in2light.com/

Onweird, On Wu Wei

March 26, 2009

We are onward with Aries, along with a lessening of Pisces, for now.
Likely you've a bit more spring in your step, but the grinding existential background noise can be heavy contrast to the renew cycling of the zodiacal year. Mars is joining Uranus in Pisces as they oppose to lonely Saturn in Virgo on the other side of the wheel. Entropy, the melting of organization and available resource flow, pulls hard at the 3D, even as buoyancy and change march on. Fine/offal is a strange mix.

Also mounting is the conjunction of Jupiter and Neptune in Aquarius. An abundance of shocking occurrences do/will proliferate. Natasha Richardson's passing was iconic. She spoke years earlier of how life comes along and thwacks you. The dear brilliant woman was prescient.

The clever schemes of Clinton and the lame fuck precedency of Bush have come glaringly to light. The public has been robbed. Nothing new in that, but full awareness of the complex audacity hits us hard. Pawnsy, is it not? John Stewart spoke eloquently of how people's pensions represent their life's work and of the horrid arrogance of the greederati who play polo with such proceeds. The powerful always privatize profits and socialize costs. Will the proletariat go conletariat, or will they eat, shit and dye in the wool?

Corporate glam is the world's royalty trance. 401krumbs only support the stack market for those of the preferred class. Enough middlings and upper middlings get by and get through with their gulf course green for look good purpose driven liveliness, with a slather of The Secret arming them against the pits. The church of the Ladder/Dei saintifies their climb, while inherently subcursing the lowing cattle. Are we really ready to be done with the pyramid schemings of it all?

The last Uranus/Pluto opposition in the late 1960's was rife with rioting in the streets. I can't say that I see much gumption in the downtrodden. We shan't allow the Security of the Homeland to be disturbed......

But in the deep psyche, tsunami and quake and sturm und drang are riled, even if derailed. The energy of the mass, of the shadow, the dark matter..... it awaits eruption. September eleven was a beautiful day. Is "It's all good"?

Pluto goes retrograde 4/4. The walls don't come down; they come in.
Tightened screws break loosely. Order is dissed. The real crazy making times are when the shift is hitting the fantastic and everyone is just so fine. Civilization has been insisting on having a nice daze for a long time. What goes around comes around polarized. That's the pole shift for ya. It has already begun.

April powers bring May Day showers. Cover your assets as best you can.
The commercial real estate market will get crunchy as businesses default on their rent. There's a whole other round of derivative derangement awaiting the fall. All the money that is looking to go somewhere can be spent in the rush of low tide prices before the real tsunami rushes in. Wallmartians are landing in a crush groove. Gaia quakes. Will humanity wake?

Personally be with what is as it is, even though apparency is stranger than fiction. We're all crazy to think.... So unthink and choose instead. Choose for what you want even as it melts. There's no sense to it. There's a great deal of angstiety. There's nothing to do about it.
You it us are coming undone. It is end times. So see the end of your projections and choose beyond begatting. Being is who you are. It is your refuge in the midst of the grind. Go not in nor up. Just be and see. The light is no longer at the tunnel. It is in the tunnel.

Be well,
Mark

Care to donate? My margins have slimmed to nothing. I suppose yours have too. If you are able and so choose, I'd be most grateful for your kindness. Thanks for glistening.

The Notional Inspirer
by Mark Herbert Krueger

Volume III Tome V UEFA

March weather reports: In Washington, DC - In like a liar, out on the lam. In New Orleans - In like a liqueur, out like a light. For San Francisco, In like a lotion, out like a lubricant. And in Sedona - In like your loopy, out like a labyrinth.

According to the recently discovered Book of Marcia, the Second Coming will be recognized by the Choosin' One skipping upon the water.
Hosannah!

In a moment of journalistic pique, the National Enquirer has accused NI of stealing their thunderpants. Accept no substitutes. You read it here!

Because of the recent inclusion of the Assyrian Empire plus current economic flummoxations, the Euro has been devalued, in fact, to the Zzzeuro. Business as unusual?! Spend for all your worth readers. It's your lucky daze.

Marzipan factory output cited for redundancy and certain blandness, sez Hausfrau Gurnt of Lebenschtuffen GBMH! Get all your international economique insights at the new and reproved Notional Inspirer.

George Washington "The Carver" said in an historical moment: Things get warse before they get battered.

Oddly, never give a sucker an even breakfast. Three eggs or one, say short but ordered cooks.

In further culinary news: Baloney has lost market share in Ohio, Texas and Mesopotamia.

Battered shrimp sue for restraining order against the friars of St.
Denny's. Pope Benedict the Condomless refuses to rubber stamp the papal bull. Theology comes first! Never mind the nuns. Inspiring minds want to devote!

The actor Richard Burton has been exhumed for the sake of cheese is seldom more fattening than in Herefordshire under siege since the sixth century dynamic uptick has last year's Real Madrid making overtures to foliage foliage; :butter Channel 5 in linguistic terms firm sued by Afghan rebels intermittent snow showers.com.

Amalgamated Typesetters and Phlebotomists AFL-CIO are still on strike, reports BBC note takers. After terse negotiations, representatives on both sides say resolution is in vain, with certain bloodletting over spilled ink. Spells trouble!

After a Jenny Craig convention in London, Oprah lost more than fifty Pounds, when her purse was stolen.

Laughter is the best medicine, unless you are really ill, in which case suppositories are the best gags.

Sacred texts have been discovered on JC's phone: "Twitter the foolish, for they know not what they do." Praise Golgotha and pass the admonition!

Climate change experts downsized to Temp Agency. Insane Hollywood meteor ologist observed shooting stars. Gastrobotanist eats shoots and leaves with relish. Cunning children's literature linguist licks Puss and Boots' semantics. Inspiring minds want to know Inspiring minds!

Woman cries uncle after upping her ante!!!

 From our eConman: Money talks.... In Budapest, the Forint whispers. In Copenhagen, the Krone moans. In Costa Rica, the Colon stinks. In Viet Nam, the Dong is on the upswing. And in Bahrain, the Dinar is cold.
Stay with NI for up2date currency reality cheques.

Historical fact: Lassie was known for barking up the right tree.

For the elderly, age is getting really old, say expert gerontologists.
Youth think otherwise, wouldn't you? I forget. Where'd I leave my teeth?

In a related item: Where'd I leave my gerontologist's teeth?

President Ronald Reagan's Alzheimer's was discovered when he forgot to vote for toilet paper.

Berlin Walmart torn down thanks to Reagan initiative. Communism reinstated in cost cutting move. "Stop Stalin and Czech out the Lenins that are on sale!", sez Rush Limbaugh. Capital idea from the man who feels no pain, but shames those that do!

The World Bank has renamed Haiti the Isle of Love so that refugees have a positive mental attitude, according to The Secret!

Without MSG, braunschweiger would be pinkschweiger. Pate on!

Being under the weather is difficult, but it's out of this world to be over the weather. Disclaimer: Such umbrella statements are not the expressed written consent of the Notional Inspirer.

Birds of a feather, oh, flock it!  How much wood would a wood duck duck if a wood duck would duck wood?

 From the Barman's Guide to Frisky Living by L. Raser: "Liquor is quicker, but beer is slow enough for nobody to notice."

Take two Tabloids and call me in the mourning. Notional Inspirer can be delivered to your door for loose ducats and no change at all.

Savvy travel advice: When in Nome, do as the Noman's land do!

Culinariata: Onions make you cry because of their plaintive apeelings.

Wives are happier when couples eat out often, sez Dr. Phil N. Stein, of Matchbook.com. Get the MSG hubbies?!

Alan Greenspan on his economic legacy: "I wish I had a nickel for every dime I had a nickel." Don't miss his new book: Assisted Living for the Derivative.

Martha Stewart Tip Top Tip: You know your ass is draggin'...... when there's sparks.

Skilled smithys could fashion a whore's shoe in twenty minutes, including the socks.

Burpee's Seed Company is now owned by a Belgian firm, say Brussels'
consumer group. NI... Business on the March!!!

Algebra refresher for the older mathlexic: One plus one equals two ones. Study often if you have a recessed mind.

Neurogeologists have discovered galsers spewing in Yellowstone. In a paean to Mother Nature's true magnificence, one of them has been named Old Faithless. For the ribbon cutting ceremony, Faith Hill sang the Notional Anthem. Oh, say can WE see!!!

Old Slovakian saying: Break a dish; break a wish.

The burning of fossil fools creates global harming, say panel of Hollywood science experts.

Tasty history department: In ancient times, spam was wrapped in soaked oak leaves for the long sea journeys of the Spamiards.

Break dancing has finally been fixed!

John Wilkes Booth invented cozy restaurant seating, before he assassinated Lincoln. Red naughahyde is in memory of his achievement.

The English simply forgot their Empire, while mumbling. Relieve it or not!

Color me wrong..... Despite a popular misunderstanding, the Scotch invented taupe, not tape. You read it hear, literally. Brought to you by the Notional Literacy Council of Greater Goshen.

Memory is forever, lest you forget. - Commodore Francis Bacon-Bitz

The hides of naugha require extra tanning to make them look spanking new!

Breaking winds of change story: Vanna White was let go from the Wheel of Fortune due to her irregular vowel movements. Her sentence awaits her....

Pray tell? Do you like The Notional Inspirer? I have no idea. I can prattle on endlessly you know. Let me in on your druthers.

Born twittering,
Mark

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Sprung

March 17, 2009

Happy Sprung, Spring also. May you Equinauts live balancefully, night and day, day and night, and that things go North for ya! Ole Aries comes to town on 3/20 at 4:44 am PDT. It'll help, like always. The blahs, SAD, cabin fever, incessant suicidal tendencies with concomitant postal urges, and the like..... can be aired out in the sunny disposition of new beginnings, as the wheel turns.

Ain't it all funny in a tense, amorphous, where'd I leave my life keys, kinda way? The ongoing, multi year tension of Saturn in Virgo opposed to Uranus in Pisces Marches on, Idely. So there's the Idely feeling. There's the where'd half of the wealth go feeling. There's the wholly shift, the world is falling apart and becoming something I can't fathom but it is new, sorta brave, green eco socialist about face book homeland insecurity world feeling.

The whole deal echoes back to 1968ish (the last time Saturn/Uranus opposed in the same but swapped Signs) when it all went up in flames and the dream died and an important black leader was snuffed, which ignited hell and engendered serious entropy.

I don't get a good feeling about Barack going to Turkey in April. We've never had a Prez die or be killed abroad. I smell a Turkey shoot, either literally, or by dark government ploys of character assassination. Taking away Corpos' bonuses may actually be more transgressive than MLK calling for all those black soldiers to come home from Nam. I sense that Obama is floating in a time warp of Hope, even as he's being very proactive. As I write this, it seems that the markets and public vibe are on the upswing. The Prez is a rebounder much more than a dribbler. But I don't see the slam/dunk, except in slams and dunks of a rather more dire sort.

April is a weird one. All the way through, but especially from the middle on. It looks more than taxing. The dreaminess is substantial, but so is the underbelly. Have folks and the collective really faced their bottom? If not, the hoped for uptick from hitting the bottom, may not materialize as people expect. I'm saying there's a whole lot o' bottom left on the table, ready to fall off.

Can you say/see Low Bottomy? Up is a very nervous tic right now.
Efficiencies and flow have been stripped out of trade. Real chunky prices and shortages and not possibles loom. Entropa is rampant. Willing and Gooding can't cut this musty turd. It smells, because we've fouled our nest and then some, for a long time.

As I've said before, folks are realizing, pretty much semi to sub consciously, that this isn't a Depression. It's an Oppression. We winked while the hoods took us to the gleaners. Wii played the Game. And it sucks. Most folks seem just fine. Many, many are hurting so very badly. More deeply are the systemic ills, the burned away base, the Ignorance.

The military now rejects seventy five per cent of applicants. Folks have gotten really dumb. Don't you notice? The bottom line is lined with bottom, scraping by. This is rapidly falling Empire stuff. All who are Roamin are lost, given to Caesars, twitching to the drumbeat of the War of the Worlds as the dimensions collapse and the walls come tumbling down, only to be made thick for Security by the Fascistnistas.

The Great Walmart of China has cheapened us in every way. We watched the bottom line. What ya saw is what we got. We've raped it all, cheaply........ and you have to give them credit for that....... and even that has fallen apartheid.

The New Agers and the Gated Communitizers all froth a creed of parallel worlds: those on High and those who take the garbage in and out for nothing less than pinata wages. They claim that this is the promised land, the Illuminataed leading us through the Golden Arches, either to Prosperville or Green Acres or Haven on Earth or JC's Goodtopia. But...... it's always split all ways. There's nothing new under the Sun or beyond it. The software of Creation makes the spectral rainbow selling precious climbliness Right on up the wrungs of Hierarchy. You too can be on Top, the risen Cream, the Anointed Oneness....

Every 26,000ish year, the Game gets revealed. The Game is entropifying like a smotherforker. The stocks have split and crumbled into great dividedends. The Light at the End of the Funnel is a slippery slope. The Polar is shifting alright, so that you can see the Game.

This is not the final chapter nor the first stanza. It's just beeswax as usual, but the bees wane...... leaving you with itchy Hives, stored projections of honeyed promises and premises that now you can perceive, if you choose. If you don't perceive, what you conceive will be prepackaged with instant karma: big ups and downs, big reversals of fortune, big boomerangsts.

There's nothing to be done about it. Therein lies the burn. We all face our Undoing. So undo and relax in doing way less, and therefore way less harm, and therefore way less wearing and tearing about like a sprung chicken with its head off cut. You can get rid of what is caked and not eat it twice.

Your being, who you are, is your choice. If you do to be something, followed by getting something to be somebody..., well, that is Sufferjet City, everafter burners on full......

Haste not, want not. Come to your senses. They are pretty cool if ya just fool around with them, naturally, without stories smothered on top. Life is complexed, but your being is simple. Choose, or snoozelose in the full gainer of diving into the Dream that ain't ever you.

Let love happen. Don't worship or depend on it. Be, be with. Simple. Adorable. Easy, despite life's hardness. The delight of being together is the result of being, not together. Let go of the projections, the future, the hope hoops. Don't chop wood. Admire it. Don't carry water. Listen to it burble. If you see the Buddha, so what. Get off of Pathology. Being Here/Now is silly distraction. Be. End of story. Just so.

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And now, further adventures of tabloidium...

The Notional Inspirer
by Mark Herbert Krueger

Volume II Chapter 17 Verse 5

Thanks to extensive genetic research, it has been determined that ketchup is a fruit, not a vegetable. By Darwin's Condiments.... that's amazing!!!

One out of every two numbers is uneven. Isn't that odd? Inspiring minds want to grow!

Scientists in the United Kingdom have decisively proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that Mathematics prevents sexually transmitted disease.

In a related miracle, it has been found that proper bowling prevents Gutter Ball.

A woman in Topeka, Ontario New Zealand writes: How does my garden grow? Thanks to NI experts: With cockle shells and pretty maids all in a row.
That's pure Science!

President Obama warns that we are in Black Times, now that negroes have gone extinct.

Organ donors have pulled out all the stops in their understanding of the keys to life. As a direct result, piano donors have fallen Bach on the Liszt of musical cheers. Take note, Inspirers.

Our London bureau reports: It's been let out of the box that Kew Gardens has dismantled its hedge fund due to patron outrage over the Bush doctrine and deterioration in the financial sector. In other areas, everything is vine.

Hot Item!!! Rihanna sez that she suffers from Brown nosing. We don't know why. Can you help? Please support the Save Face Foundation and Make Up Center for World Peace. SFFMUCWP is a non prophet disassociation. Make Czechs payable in Euros. There's still time!!!

Because of the Precession of the Educationox, maths creep has resulted in three being the new four. You can count on NI.

Just in from Raleigh, NC.... Smoking causes hams.

Returdation is the leading cause of doing the same shit over and over again.

Things are looking up for Down's Syndrome!

Kiss the Blarney Stone! O'Bama is Black Irish. Inspiring minds are in the know.

For proper mental health: Always take know for an answer.

Ancient soda pop has been discovered in the Pepsi deposits of East Anglia. The fizzable material apparently lead to the development of the nuclear family. You read it here, don'tchya think!?!

In the mendacity is good for ya department.... Within the mystical Amish tradition, Loosifer is recognized as the cause of diarrhea, loosened milk stools and runs on the bank.

It's National Brain Month. Think often.

Top researchers have uncovered compelling evidence that when someone steals your heart, it eventually leads to cardiac arrest.

Words to live by.... On every horse a little rein must fall.

In further research, going back to the 1970's it has been confirmed that Pinto beans make your rear end explode. Ouch!

Ignorance is blitz say new philosophers. Bliss is expensive.

They also concur: People, people needing people, are the luckiest people in the world.... well, that is Existential bullshit.

Michelob Lite is heavier that advertised, say industry insiders.

Little known fact: Nostradamus predicted that he would die in 1989.

Before settling on the name Viagra, Pfizer had test marketed Wouldpecker, but found the moniker's interest value immediately petered out.

Business on the March! To extend its market share, Volkswagen has opened a new product line: Wolksvagen. Yah, yah! It's more than sedantics.

From our Economics Desk: Because of inflation, silence is no longer golden. It's plastic.

In the Wheel of Misfortune Department.... Vanna White has been let go of repping for Depends because of consonant irritable vowel syndrome.

After plummeting share prices, General Electric is changing its name to So Very Electric.

Archaeologists unearthed urns in Ur revealing that soap is somewhat near godliness.

Miracles happen>>>> Several angels were seen on the head of a pin up in a dormitory room of St. Bonaventure. You can count on the Inspirer.

Words to Live by: The future has been past like a good shift.

Crawling with History Dept.: For centuries, royalty used lace toilet tissue during the Holey Roman Empire. As Darwin illuminated in his study of the Poopacy, the seminal Catholic Church was first to evolve sanitary wiping during flush times. Charmin'!

Boys and Girls, Archimedes used his leverage to get into the history books. You can too!

Ancient scrolls in Nice, France unearthed the origins the Nephew. Raise a Frankish stein to that, mais oui!

Celebrate National Brain Month: Think fondly.

Vedic Insight of the Week: The bra was invented by Brahmin.

Polar bears are going extinct sez Dr. Brad Heindlicher: "Things just aren't cool anymore."

If you are interested in further installments of The Notional Inspirer, please your self by sending a self enveloped stamped address to: NI B.O. Pox 6996 Chatterborough, Nude Hampshire UsedSA 010101-10101 Dyslexics need not apply.

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Delight Savoring Time

March 3, 2009

Happy Full Moon to y'all. It's bizarreness as usual. The dull drums down beat and all that jazz. Whatchya gonna do? Because of rampant suffering, let's just have some fun. The planets spin fishfully for a while. Venus is retrograde until the ides of April. Spring arrives on March 20th. It has become so absurd in this melting of life as we've known it..........

Sooooo..... for the chuckles....... Let us enjoy Delight Savoring Time. Here's some silliness to tide you over the humps.

A tabloid for our times..........

The Notional Inspirer - by Mark Herbert Krueger "All the Fits New to Print"

Michael Phelps has been taking a lot of hits lately. Perhaps the chlorine has given him one too many laps in the gene pool. In an NI exclusive..... He's started a new band called ME2 and changed his name to Bongo.

Our Hollowood reporter, Whoraldo Despairo, has uncovered shocking news of Christian Bail's mega prequel - BatBoy - in which the dark knight hangs upside down as a manmalian pinata, and takes his hits. Blow by blow, this job smells of Oscar.

It has been revealed that in a parallel universe, Get a Life, there is a popular sex magazine entitled PlagueBoy. You read it here first! The publisher, Huge Heifer, whose motto is D' Cup Runneth Over, panders to sects' appeal with off center folds tongue in cheek patter for the arseinist who's on fire with a hunka hunka burnin' love.

Ghandi's floss has been auctioned for nearly a million rupees at Sotheby's with proceeds donated to the British Museum of Oral Peace.

In a last ditch effort to revive General Motors, the autocrats have announced the new Chevy Ova, an eight seater with safety features that prevent fetal accidents.

Necrophiliacs are offering blood donations during Vampire Week. Coffin Due to Cold is their theme this year. Bury A. Manlow will perform his greatest hits. Love to die for!

Desperate for increased sales, Macy's has moved its annual parade from Thanksgiving to Lent. The festive balloons will be drained of their helium, filled with green friendly carbon dioxide and dragged through the streets. Onlookers will look on as Katie Couric performs self flagellatio. Regis will doctor Phil's bin of drool advice as the University of Our Lady of Dry Humps marching badinage displays their signature tarantella before wide eyed tots.

Oprah has unveiled her latest Broadway hit: Three Hundred Pound Sterling Opera. After a stupendous run, The Coloured People, will be touring the USA as a remake: Slaves On Ice, starring Tanya Harding and Michael Vick. You read it here first, and you don't know why!

Suffer from the pain filled itch of humorrhoids? You need Tabloids to wipe away those banal worries. Just two sheets and you're good to go. Enjoy easy shifts with Tabloids.

Super Fact: Nine out of ten consumers want to consume the one remaining consumer.

Liposuction for fat heads has reached boggling proportions sez a spokeswoman for BeauTechs. Brazil wax has skyrocketed in the oil downturn. Collagen graduates earn more than lip service.

Bernie Madoff's pater familias was Boris Badinoff, who in the Sixties perpetrated the infamous Bull Market Winkle Scheme, forbear of the Ponzi.

The wisdom of history...... If The Diet of Worms is followed religiously, ninety five feces will nail your back door.

Jay Leno's new show, airing out at 10 am, has room with the View. Barbara Walters won't go down easily. Arthritis prevents it. Whoopi will cushion the blow.

Scientists in the know say that global warming is caused by melting ice in restaurant water due to lemon slices. Carbonated beverages served coal will prevent green house gasiness. Paddy melts glacial rice. All hope is lost. Prepare to die.

One out of every ten consumers fears being consumed by the other nine.

Michelle Obama has nothing up her sleeve. The sleeveless look proves that she is sleezeless. Our First Lady's biceptual prowess has them crowing at the gym. Her step routine is fetching. In other news, let's face it: the president's bod is smokin'; check out his butt!

The stock market has chickened out. Bullion plummets. Here's the beef: Can I resoup my losses? Notional Inspirers want to know!

Michael Jackson's face has been found in New Jersey.

Miraculously, Donald Trump's hair has been found in New Jersey. He's planning a Trump Tours hosted by hot Rod Blagojevich the hirsute hair shirt mayor domo of hair lip service.

Rush Limbaugh, now oxyincontinent, is feeling no pain. The media fat cat is lipo sucking all the way to the right bank with his political bon bon mots. How does he do it?...... In vitriol fertilization cuz hate is enough!

NI exclusive: Governor Schwarzenegger has leased California to Austria and renamed it Schikelgruber. Heil to the Chief!

George W. Bush's presidential library is sponsored by Oxymoron.

Senator John McCain has proposed a new revenue source for the federal government: Stimulus Plan by Viagra!

Quothable Quoth: It takes a pillage to raze a child. - Al Kyda

Secretary of State Hilary Clinton has retained counsel because of a pants suit.

President Obama has received Supreme Court approval to rename the Executive residence the Blackhouse, sponsored by White Castle, so say in sliders.

In a related news item, Chicago has officially dropped the moniker: Windy City in favor of the more modern: Fartavia.

Birthdays are now tax deductible with a balloon payment due in the third quarter of the third fiscal year after you've had your cake and eaten it two times because of nervous regurgitation.

Chocolate has been proven to burn calories in dogs, say scientists. In fact, it kills them, preventing acme. Good news.

The pokey, once hokey, is now what it's all about you fashionados!

Astrology can save your life! Cancer can be prevented by not being born June 21st to July 21st.

God is not dead. She's alive and well in Boca Raton working at a spa doing mani-pedis. Praise the Lord!

The English have cancelled all their breakfasts due to bad taste say dental health experts.

The price of oil is down a quart. A barrel laughs has risen because of shortages in the Middle East.

Nuclear energy is back thanks to burning families.

All books will be burned April 1st. Just kidding you idiot. Nobody reads them!

Reverend Ted sez: Sin happens when the Son goes down. Salvation happens when the Son gets the Hell out.

Vanna White retired because of loose vowels and inconsonants leading to her new career representing Depends. Shift happens! You herd it here!

Just in: The average man is average. The average woman is oddly uneven. Numbers don't lie say statusticians.

Broccoli is known to prevent dinner in children.

A two year subscription to The Notional Inspirer gets you extra spam and junk mail, too. Don't miss out! Mess in with all the fits new to print. (You must be 18 or older lest you lapse into a coma due to brain coagulation and gonadal swelling.)

Healthful hint: To prevent ghosts at cemeteries, constantly yell: Get a life!

Getting nookie is no longer possible because the market has been cornered by Sheik Urbooty of DoBuy. Whoremongers are in an uproar. The Sect's appeal has drained interest due to erection of small expectations. Cocksure analysts cast doubt, and aspersions.

Evolution proven!!! Schools in Tennessee no longer offer education thanks to Creationism.

Catholic priests are celibate because they get nun, sez Pope Benedict of the Arnold.

When you don't understand It, get over It. - Dr. Philinstine

Nude Gingritch has a cure for socialism: For every dollar spent at the mall, two children are blinded in Rangoon.

Vampires are dying to meat you. Read all about it!

There's never been a better time to buy a new car. You have to give them credit for that.

Tyra Banks' bailout goes bust.

As health care costs rise, doctors up their profits due to lowered expectations and long waits. America is the greatest country in the world!!!

After many years dead, Liberace has returned to join Sigfried and Roy in a fabulous tiger skin old lame jumpsuit borrowed from Elvis who now lives with aliens in Boca Raton. Inspiring minds want to know!!!!

Mark Herbert Krueger
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Whoa or Woe

February 25, 2009

How y'all be? I watch and I wonder, more watchful than wonderful. The Prez sez we'll get out of the drain spin, ever onward to righting the ship of state. I still smell systemic rot that his proposals don't really face. Hope and rah rah are bubbles. Wanna bank on that? Congress responded with a bad case of the clap, ever profligating. The money is funny. The power is sour. The answers are questionable.

Tilting the economy to windmills....... I just don't see it working in the magic bullet way. All of this shift will be on the back of exceedingly more expensive resources, even with deflation. Growth capitalism is built on the vanities of enslaving the powerless and raping Gaia. I say it's time to stop. I mean stop. Whoa will end the woe. Go go go will continue to break the bank, the commons, the wellth.

More energy and more stuff are not any kind of answer that'll spare us suffering, even if it is the vanity of the Green. Spending and working and spending. Who kneads it? The corporate cancer needs it. Post WWII corporate taxes went from something like forty per cent to something like single digit per cent, or lower. That's fucked in my opinion. It is never mentioned in the equation is it. Bullshit like mutual fundage and 401notOK, and the proposed stockmarketing of Social Security are all meant to prop up the Ponzi scheme of ripping off the bottom of the pyramid in order to keep those glory boys in the suits flying high. Scumbag billionaire is the name of the game. It stinks.

Do you know that Food is now thoroughly screwed? Some fella in Oregon tried to make it for one year buying his food locally in WA and OR. He quit. Can't do it. Everything has been so corporatized, so divided and conquered, that he found he couldn't sustain his diet, even while driving all over tarnation. Specialization for purposes of keeping prices low has kept labor broke and autonomy defeated. Affordable and available food comes from far and wide. The mixed farming of a century ago, and all adjunct cottage industries, is non existent which means that there is no way to sustain locally, so we think globally, to our detriment.

The grains that people eat all around the world are now owned by a few companies. The noose is tightening. All foods are being genetically modified, including the critters. They are GM'd so that they can be patented and owned. After reading some various articles, it has become apparent that the mystery of the bird flu had little to do with bumping up Big Pharma profits. The purpose was to destroy everyone (especially in Asia, though the effects were world wide) who raised chickens in their backyard or community. By scaring folks with nastiness and dread, the rule makers set up high cost testing and culture practices that are making it impossible for anyone to raise their own food in their own community. Only the corporations can make the economies of scale to create these extremely neo barbaric factory farms that work economically for them while sickening everyone and everything at the same time.

We've gotten too big for our breeches. The levies break upon our budgets. If you control food, you control every one. It is already a done deal........

Natural gas wells have raped the intermountain west in America. Now they want to string heaps of new power lines and endless wind generation farms in the heartland. That shit is awful if you live next to it. It all kills sooooo many birds. I weep and rage at the thought of this. And they call it Green.....

It's just New Greed.

Whoa or Woe.

I've been with all of this for forty years. I was hip to the earliest ecology and alternative energy info because of the cool resources that came through the University of Michigan community back in the day. To some extent we dreamed of wind farms and organic food. They're coming to pass and they are not going to end suffering. It takes resources to make these sorts of innovations. The payoff is less than projected. The hope/change/good thing keeps us all blind.

It's time for the First World to learn from indigeny. It's time to go small. It's time to let the car industry, the road industry, the airplane industry and on and on.... die. There, I said it. Bigger and better sucks. We have waaaaay toooooo much of a goooood thing. If you just look around, you can see that bad things happen all over the place, out of sight out of mind, and that ignorance has caught up with us.

Entropy is happening on a grand scale because we got so very organized in the blink of an historic eye. Eco systems, human systems, financial systems and the psyche collective and personal are breaking down because we pyramided them all up pharoahnically. Likewise with mounting the gods up to high heavens. It is all collapsing because it is foolery. Power corrupts because of ignorance.

The way through is to be with what is as it is and make choices: simply. Fancy solutions with Green power or Spiritual power or what has you..... not gonna work, just gonna work ya, with ever diminishing returns, returns called karma, blowback, consequences of ignorances. If you don't face your shadow, your shadow becomes your face. The vanity of Light and Right has lead to darkness fighting over what is left. We gnaw on our own bones, after we've gnawed on others'.

The trance has broken. New entrances to New Glories will now come crashing down before they even take flight. Meanwhile, there'll be fight over every silly notion, every power scam, hoping we can say we Made Off with the precious.....

They've been calling us consumers for many years. I remember when they didn't. We were citizens. Even that was questionable. The State wants to keep us in a state. I say we become prosumers. If whatever we are doing doesn't serve wellth, then don't buy it. Let the roads erode. Let the air clear. Let us walkabout, quietly, for we make too much noise in every way every day.

We have been split from our being and our locale. Millions upon millions of folks are consuming virtual whatever on their fucking phones. The intimacy of Facebook is shamful, distorted per corporatized divisions and conquerings. We grow tesque. Haven't you spent most of your day touching electrical things instead of your loved ones? Ugh. We all suffer in the trappings....

Biology is being transcended. I'm not a big fan of embodiment, so I do understand. But I miss the delightful serendipity of nature, of our human nature as well as Nature, so I'm choosing more for it rather than living my life and creativity on a phone that does everyfuckingthing.

Last night I opened the door and found a tree frog on the doorstep. Today we saw a kingfisher. Praise be. That's good fortune.....

The other week I had the pleasure to see the great pianist McCoy Tyner. It had been thirty plus years since my last encounter with this wonderful being. He blew us away, far away, sublimely, potently. His drummer, Eric Gravatt, I had seen with Weather Report all those decades ago as well. I wept with the joy of such crispy crunchy explosions of sonic love incarnate. A good drummer is next to godliness. There are very few of them. His story is touching. After such early promise and demand, Gravatt fell out of the music world and worked for twenty years as a Minnesota prison guard. Only in recent years has he come back to playing. Oh man! I'm so glad that he is back. His ringing cymbal is a ringing symbol that we can come back after years in the trenches. Can you dig it? Can you play it? Yes We Can.....

Austin City Limits had a great Valentine's show with Duffy. Please check her out. She's got a deep woman's soul. Wiki her story if you like. She's unique. Another story of moving through some considerable madness on to playing and expressing herself as she is. She's a Cancer like me and says that every fifteen shows or something she breaks down into tears when she's performing. I'm like that. I understand that kind of edge and care.

And by the way, if you are lonely, if you are tired, if you are hurting.... please let my words embrace you. I mean it. I am here for you with you. Being, together being.... it's all that really is real. It is all coming and going faster than we can stand. Many of us are brought to our needs and beyond. The noise and suffering can be immense and unbearable at times. Unbear it. Unload. I am with you. I weep and laugh with you. I listen to you. Be and let it all play out and in and around and around as it does. Be. I be with you.

In January, American armed forces had more suicides than war deaths. There's something poetic about that. Perhaps we've turned a very odd corner. Perhaps we've had enough. Chief Joseph said some years ago: From this day forward, I will war no more. I hope the soldiers suicide no more, as well.

Sully, the Hudson Hero pilot, testified to Congress the other day. That great poor sucker said that his airline had already gutted forty per cent of his pay and had taken his pension from him before he and his passengers walked on water. Wow. Sullied. Can you feel and smell the rot in the system? It is awakening to this stench and choosing beyond it, that we'll find dissolutions of our suffering rather than solutions to our problems that endlessly create more problems to be solved. OctoMom seems to be a special victim to the MedicoMadness. She's gone to more collagen than college, but the fruit of her womb is exorbitant by policy. Turns out that in other parts of the world, this in vitro crap deposits just one embryo in the oven. But here, as policy, they put it multiples for more is better. Now they're finding that the in vitro in digos are quite debilitated, and the monstrosity goes on.

This PreLife/PreDeath madness has essentially been ruination. It's all been doctored horribly in my opinion. Pluto in Capricorn is going to make it so very obvious how insane the life/death portal game is. Going Repro and sustaining Life is madness. So are pets and the whole vain pile of unfaced psychic sludge that projects out infectively, with all the offensive defenses included. The NY Times Sunday magazine the other week had a truly bizarre article about Assistance Animals. Folks are actually walking around stores with guide miniature horses, I shit you not. The crazy chimp lady had her best friend's face and hands chewed off when chumpedanzee went postal after living like a human for many years. She bonded with bonzo after her husband died. Crossing the species boundary like this is a horror show. The animals suffer soooooo much. The people only get stupider and stoopeder. If ya love the apes, go sit in the jungle and put your life on the line against poachers hunting for bushmeat for chrissake; and help the poachers, too.

The astrologic tension carries on with Uranus in Pisces opposed to Saturn in Virgo. We're with this 'til well into 2010. The cops of America are predicting really nasty stuff on the streets this summer. Phoenix now has the second highest rate of kidnapping in the world. We last had this astrologic tension in the later 1960's. Cities burned. Communities burned. Trust burned.

Disintegration is occurring rapidly. Hope/Change covers it. Don't blame me for saying it. If folks wake up to the shadow, the shadow will be lightened. Seeking enlightenment and entitlement has maintained ignorance, and that shit ain't bliss. The pretense of pretend is now being revealed. Obama sits on this fence. He looks small to me. The President really can't do anything much about all this. It is up to us, but we've dug a deep hole of ignoring suffering while glorying.

As I've said before, depression is really oppression. Ending oppression is primary. That starts in our own lives. That's why so much baggage is falling off of us. As it falls away, we feel just how tired and sore we are. The relief may feel at first like soar, but I suspect there's more sore feelings gonna out in the days ahead.

Let the crap feelings come up. Don't make them real. Realize your own being and let this calcified, oppressed pile of ignorance come up and off of you. Denial and transcendence work hand in hand to keep your being down, while maintaining the vain ignorance of power and control. See and let be. With a bunch of planets in Aquarius yet, there's still roiling in all manner of disconnects. Getting It together keeps you and everyone apart. Let It fall apart. Let be. Picking up the pieces ain't peaceful. Simple being will see you through. Willing will give you major willies, and everyone else, too. The future can't be seen because the projections from the past are melting. Day be day, more will be revealed. Oh ya! Revelations galore! What we do with all that, there's the edgy fun....

Piscesness still maintains the swampy hangover of the last couple of millennia. Things are fishy. Spring approaches. Likely you're feeling some spring in your step. Good on ya. Dance on in spite of the blight. Take the time for quiet. Rest despite the restlessness. It has been very hard to sleep and very hard to stay awake. The Dream if coming off of you, if you so choose. There's no place to go, though up and down are prominent in manifestation. Unsteady as we go, but we go. Being is simple so let simple be. Stay in touch. It is so easy to fall into the pit. Stay in touch. I'm listening with you. Soft, trembling upper lip, allowing smile for the grin of it,

Mark

Mark Herbert Krueger
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310.717.3671
http://www.in2light.com/

 

The Wisdom of PlayDough

February 12, 2009

Pisces season is coming on. It's real Aquarian yet, but the Sun enters o'Fishily on the 18th, with Mercury and Mars swimming into Pisces a bit later, including Jupiter in about a year and Neptune in 2011-12. We're in the glorious unwinding of the last two thousand years of mad roamin' empiredumb. Pisces has been the poster child for all of this, and now that we are at the dregs, every Pisces season elicits the depths of the dregs.

This can feel oh so depressing. I'd like you to see that it really is the feeling of the oppressing. The masters love shaming the slaves; there has been great internalized conditioning for millennia. As we grind in the Saturn in Virgo opposition to Uranus in Pisces, we get to unshame, unslave and unmaster. When it all feels so very heavy, Promised Landings proliferate. Oh come all ye higher vibrators......... and such. But it's just more master bait slavishly followed for the diaper of Change. Thus shit happens, more often, and things seem more shitty. Don't buy it. Dump it.

There is a wonderful doco by Errol Morris entitled: Stairway to Heaven. His work is always mesmerizing. Or, maybe it's de-mesmerizing. Have a look see if you enjoy film. In it, he reveals a number of ultraquirkers, one being a dude who stole his mama's head for cryo storage (I reckon colder heads prevail, or as Errol named it, I Dismember Mama).

The jewel for me was his illumination of Temple Grandin, who is an advocate for Austistics, and also is a world class designer of slaughterhouses. {check her out on YouTube} She's an austickler for humane killing of meat animals, because of her amazing empathy for critters. It's very touching to observe her. Because of the immense sensitivity of Austistics, they don't much care for the human caress. In the film, she shows Morris a remarkable leather and metal apparatus which squeezes her, giving her deep comfort. It's one of the most interesting things I've ever seen in movies.

She has a new book out and about: Animals Make Us Human. People wonder how she can feel so deeply about fauna, and yet arrange for them to be peaceably killed. Grandin says: "Some people think death is the most terrible thing that can happen to an animal, ...... the most important thing for an animal is the quality of its life."

Out of the mouth of Asperger babes....... and no offense. I think she's terrif! I've had the pleasure to have had several Asperger Austistic folks as clients. One was in South Africa. How she came to see me, we never determined. Everything about her was absolutely non-gendered; she had no affect. She was clear as a belle, and I loved her dear clarity very much. We also didn't know how she knew to come for a karmic clearing session, but she did; and that was that. That's what I so like about these folks. They are.

I feel more quirky, odd and useless as the years go by. Thanks to Temple and my SA client, I know it's all okay, even with the inevitable stairway to heaven, or the hellevator, or whateverness. If I had druthers, I wouldn't participate in the meat thing, or the slaughter of veggies. It all seems so dumb: in one hole and out the other, multiple times per day, with all the death dismemberment and ingestion of the buddies. Life sucks... life. Death happens endlessly everyday in every way.

It do seem absurd to worry about one's own demise. I enjoy myself, but I'm not a big worshiper of Life or the After Life. Make mine pre Life. Being, without the old In and Out, that's me. The unrest, they can have it.

When it comes to money, I prefer the philosophy of PlayDough over Airheadstwaddle. Thinking about it all, hurts, and hurts the bottom line ultimately. Playing with the dough, though daunting in recent years, is the way to go. Playing with phony baloney money, turns out to not be fun. We've been sold No Money for years, and now we've discovered it is so.

No dough has lead to bread lines. The great postage stamp nation of DoBuy is apparently sinking like sand in the OurGlass. Folks that got over leveraged there, being a race to their credit, are now facing severe debtor's prison such that there are thousands of abandoned cars at the airport. Ain't it amazing what is being revealed these days.

I'm a fan of Dickens' Little Dorrit. The BBC just aired a new production, which will soon come to USA tellies. The debtor's prison really hasn't left us. The walls are just transparent. Worry of the credit score, scores one's self credit. Slaving at the Job to keep so called health insurance, seems cruel. 401k's are not enough apparently, and no doubt it's our fault. 402k's anyone? Maybe double your nothin' with 802k's. Or is it 0k's, zero down and down and down. It was after all the Arabs that invented the Zero, leading to discoveries in oily economics.

The Mandarin Oriental Hotel, an extremely high end property like the Taj Mahal Hotel in Mumbai, was ablaze in glory for Lunar New Year's celebration in Beijing. Turns out the television station's illegal fireworks set the pleasure pile alight. It burned from the top down. Just like everywhere...... Collapse is happening. (note: please check out my chunneling booklet, the Book of Metatronomy, on said subject at the end of this missive.)

Gold is ready to hit a thousand dollars an ounce. Oil is toying with the low thirties per barrel. Things are Up Ending. Down is the apparency. I see that we have the opportunity of getting done with Up, getting done with the hierarchical climb on whatever stairways to whatever heavens here there and everywhere.

How's about if we just be and play with the dough and all, instead of having it mean absurdly mean treks up the ladder to Knowhere? We are hitting the bottom hard cuz we hit the top harder. Ascension has MadeOff with one's worth for oh so very long......

There's no need to chop off the heads of state. They're on a roll....... in every aspect of life and beyond. Let them eat caked karma. Spit out your own. It'll leave you with no bad taste in your mouth, ready to savor your own delight as you play with what is as it is, instead of going for the Goaled Ring.

Speaking of rings.... thanks to Nexus Magazine (all of its content for all of its years is now available on line; check 'em out), I see that the seeming concern for Kosovo some years back was distraction on the way to establishing an oil pipeline through said country in order to get Caspian oil to Europe. Along the same lines, it looks like mega shipments of Afghani heroin by the dark government forces, go through Kosovo, run by the Albanian mafia. Albania is also involved in the oil pipeline. Revelation of all greed at its roots is the opportunity of our time so that we can realize the pain involved and make new choices beyond stuffering.

A report came out that the birdies of North America are now inhabiting turf hundreds of miles farther north than ever before. That's quite the displacement. Don't you feel displaced, too? It's hard to find home anymore.

A Letters to the Editor writer in a recent NY Times Book Review wrote of Martin Luther King's: I Have a Dream Speech. He said that he'd heard years ago, that during a pause in King's speaking, Mahalia Jackson called out to him "Martin, tell us about your dream". He then left his prepared text, and the rest is major history. I love Mahalia more than I can say.

Also recently in the NY Times (they just got a mega loan from mega billionairos Carlos Slim Helu), there was an article about Nudge. I love this. Behavioral Economist Richard Thaler apparently coined the term. In the article, he refers to Amsterdam's airport etching images of flies in their urinals near the drain. Errant peeing was reduced by eighty per cent. Ain't that a pisser? Aren't men Pavlovian? Ladies: how's about installing a cockcam on the bottom side of the bottom business seat of the toilet so that the gents can be UrineTubed in their massive glory, in order to prevent sprayage. And then when they put the top lid down, they get an instant replay along with accompanying music of Hail to the Chief?

Nudge happens. If we choose. The software of Creation has you suffer in order to jump through hopes. It don't work; hasn't/won't. But everyone Depends on it, like a shitty adult diaper. Don't it stank?!?

I say go with Nudge. Playing with dough, or dumps, or doughnots.... leads to Nudge. It is that simple and it is apparent that convoluted thinkin' stinkin' ain't workin'. So if you're in the fudge, give a Nudge. Be. Play. Choose.

Here's lookin' at ya,
Mark

On 2/9/2009, I chunneled a booklet entitled The Book of Metatronomy. It illuminates what I'm seeing as we go down shift creek. The esoteric revelation of 11:11 is about dimensional collapse. If you'd like to receive an email of it, please donate $11.11 or more through PayPal, and I'll gladly send you a copy. It's fun raisin' for raisin funds.

Mark Herbert Krueger
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310.717.3671
http://www.in2light.com/

Scrutiny On the Bounty

February 2, 2009

Can you feel the mooovement? Tis the Year of the OX, the Year of Hugs and Kissies!!! Let us drop the shit of the bull, especially the one in the ChinaShop, the mart of the Wall. Let us embrace each other choicefully, without artifact, without stuffage. Disown and be, together.

Have not have, lest ye be halved. Allow the O and the X. Let love happen practically. Dissolve the ancient projections: the Ideal, the Divine calmity, the old In and Out. Give up loving thy neighbor as thy self. That's unconscious projection of the deeply ignorant sort, all elevated in the divine comedy. Be thy self and let love be. Let it be not thee. Let be and see.

Love is a many squandered thing; usually it's splendor unrendered. The Web is all atwitter about astrologic alignments this coming Valentine's, the day after Friday the thirteenth. Oh boy, oh girl! Will you be unlucky and then get lucky? The sainted Veil Entwines...... the sacred bondage ...... the hope to rope..... It goes on and on, loopfully. Do you want to buy it, again? Or bye bye it in the sweet by and by?

If love, of any sort, high and low, would've worked to get rid of suffering, it would've worked by now. Likewise all the notions of getting peace to land from on high.

Being is peace. Love is not. Being is not hopelessly hopeful, if you realize it. Love happens in the Dream. Let it. Allow its play. Dissolve your identification in it.

Being is your being. It's not Being. It's not Our Being. It's not from the Great Being. It's not Beingness. Be and see. Be and play together. Be.

If you identify as Love, you'll endlessly do It, far afield of your own being. You'll be fucked, upping the yinyang. Those who worship Love are the least loving because they're lost in the projections, never simply being with others. Love hurts ignorantly, especially the Divine sort, by the blind spot of projection. For instance: Everybody thinks it's a wonderful miracle the crashed plane on the Hudson had no deaths, when the actual miracle is that planes fly and fly all the time without crashing. God is praised while everyone ignores that while inside their belief systems; God crashed the plane, oooo that bad thing, but they don't see it, only the God/Good... and that's what keeps begatting the bad. Shit happens. Shift happens. So what? So why? So be.

God and Love are not bad or wrong, and they sure as heaven and hell aren't good and right, unless you think so. Ain't that thinking for ya? I want you to see the software of Creation. It creates these effects seamlessly. We are living through an extraordinary window on the software itself. The illumination of this has been the purpose of my writing to you for the last nine years.

You are not a jerk. I'm not a jerk. We've been jerked, around and around. That's not bad or wrong. It's evident. You can choose beyond the software and its endless effects by realizing your own being, instead of realizing the software and trying to get it to work work work. Are you, my friends, tired yet?!? If not, Hopey Veils Entwine to ya.

Being, together, is exquisite, waaaaaay beyond any love or Love I've ever experienced, and I've been blessed with an infinite amount of the substance and energy of it All. I dethroned from the software and the heaps o' Love on 1/1/2000. I've never missed the software and the Love one iota cuz it was all an empty projection that sought its own fulfillment.

Praise the YinYang symbol. It's all you need to know to see through the Game. Moving from one dimension to another is futile and feudal. The land of the Lord is just as crumby as where you now seemingly stand. The Biggers are not choosers, though they participate in belittling the lessers in evil. If you are Lorded or Lorded over, it still sucks. It sucks you into the software, empowering It whilst you think you are empowered or disempowered or winning the Dual by All Won.

In these remarkably existentially grindful times, ghost dances arise. The Aquarian shift of love and peace is about as deep as the intimacy of Facebook. It's just High school, pretense, and the farthest thing from intimacy. That's Aquarian in all it's shadowed glory: Image that flickr's, notions of motion, mean meaning, iDeiation, and the worship of projection.

Aquarius actually represents being, the freedom of being, the non-heirarchal nature of being, the interchange of being. It is opposed to Leo, the heart of love, the lord of love. Aquarius offers the realization of being, rather than the looping itch scratching of loveitis. Leo does represent the shine of being that has been misconstrued as love. The Game always all ways co-opts being. Don't let it ruler you, bound and determined. Express the grief and grievance, realizing it is not you. Be and shine, for all to see and be.

The heart is broken, not holy. The heart beats. The heart bleeds and clots. It is not you or Us. It just plays in the Dream. Be, beyond identification in the Dream and you will be beyond the heartmending break dance.

Love is always having to feel sorry, sorry that Love doesn't work for the only Game in town. Being is intimate. It can share and choose without strings attached. Detached loving of the divine fantasy is its own creation, the pill for its own ill. Give it up and live and love freely really. You won't miss missing in the messianic. You will be, free.

We're getting scrutiny on the bounty, aren't we? Captain Blight is being ever so rough. The daze of hogging has been grounded to see its shadow in our winter of discount tent. The economy is as slow as mo' losses. The fear within greed has come full circle. We've gotten what we got. We've been had.

In 1998, I happened to meet a senior editor of Forbes magazine over breakfast in Santa Fe. She was an African-American woman, a real pioneer if you understand that world. In my usual wacky way, I was inspired to write to her at the end of that summer. She didn't reply, but perhaps it's applicable to our time....

"I sense that the U.S. stock market is now ready to correct hard and fast. It will stabilize, but there’s a considerable shake out that reverberates for many years. This is a re-visioning of the marketplace, the stock market and change itself. Capitalism, the protection of capital and the encouragement of rampant growth, are being transformed into Synergism, the development of the dynamic interdependence of systems.

The flow of capital will usurp ownership of capital, as the measure of success. The polarity of have and have not is to be bridged so that life is no longer bludgeoned by greedonism, personally and planetarily. Nations and governments will increasingly become coalition-based rather than competition-based. Cultural differences will become resources for interchange rather than reasons for attack. Gross consumption by first world people will shift into their valuing of time freedom. Ever reaching for gain will transform into the valuing of connection. The grand machinery of cranking out stuff and consuming it is about to upheave. This will be quite messy. Business that understands the humanity of their co-workers and that link segments of humanity co-creatively in the marketplace will ultimately thrive. It’s not about technology; it’s about connection.

Holding is too costly to everybody. Such imbalance revs consumption which inevitably then collapses. The flowing of resources to the second and third world countries by open sharing, continual pump priming, opens the way to new systems of real prosperity. Self-informing inherent in connection, rather than dividing and conquering by hidden agendas of profit over people and planet, allows peace. Gain and loss will wane as the measure of wealth. Mutual advantage is ascendant. Many decades of unfoldment will reveal this. Short term experience will be a roller coaster ride."

Let us seek mutual advantage, rather than competitive advantage, peace rather than who holds the pieces. Let us surf rather than turf, rather than serf.

Rome was founded upon the rape of the Sabines. As the Piscean Age unwinds, we see all the effects of our roamin' empires. Don't you feel raped these days in multiple ways? Haven't we raped mightily to have what we have? Haven't we all been raped therein? The Gods and the Lords are no different. They think they escaped the rapeage even while they foist the same. We are all complicit. There are no innocents at the bottom of it all. Nobody is finally doing It. It's the software stooped! Clear your identification in the software that runs the show and freely be. You may not be rich, but you won't be poor. You may have little, but little will have you.

It is time to Let Go.

Why save the car industry? It's moribund. It has paved paradise. Let it die. Where have we been going so fast for what? We've been driving ourselves crazily. Why bail out banks, airlines, automakers, wretch cetera?

Moreabundance is moribund, it's a dearth march. More is based on feeling that we have less. Now we got There. How do you like it? Are you scared to debt?

We have all been working for No Money and now we've got it. Get it? Credit is actually debt. They lie and we stoopedly believe it. That's believing for ya: pure ignorance. Credit is buying something with No Money. That's why we have No Money. I say let it come crashing down, cuz it already has. Why revive dead horseshit? Why beat around the Bush? Why hope for another Obamanation?

It's time to unwind. Put up your feats and stop to smell the roses. You'll have to sniff a fair share of neuroses along the way. I have smelled my own, and then some! It hurts, but does not hurt finally. Tis the system that stinks, but we're left to feel that we are the stinkers. Nah!

Let us get the stink off of us, by choice, not by control. Control will set the world deeper into out of control. Allowing and being with what is as it is, unwinds the ignorance, by choice. Ignorance is suffering. Believing in knowledge and control is real suffering. As we trend into Aquarian archetypes, higher knowledge offers the inane insane belief that such knowledge will give us the power and the glory to control things beyond suffering. We have become God, and now we can see the God offal, the shit of power, the dump from the rump of the looping projections. Wipe and flush or forever hang on to your shit while thinking it don't stink. Thems the stinkers....

More will be revealed as time marshes on while everyone feels swamped. Lotus be free. We've mucked about on such muck for a very long time, but thereupon purdy flowerings can simply be. I mean simply! All the crazed notions of doing this to do that just fixates what is wronged. It is time to unright the ship and stop climbing the wrongs of the ladder.

Float and flow. It is too early to say how or when. We are at the Why in the road. Ask yourself why you are doing what you are doing what you are doing. And then let it come undone. Being leadeth us out of the swamp. Doing goeth before the falling into the get rich quicksand. Revalue your life around being, rather than doing. Come undone. The whey has been made ready for a butter day when your spread will no longer be falsely imperial. Throw thy wonder bread upon the waters. See it melt for it never did nourish you. Unstarve. You are not a consumer. Consumers are now being consumed in the fiery pit of greed. The geeks have inherited the Earth.

It is time to be merrily meek, together, for as long as the Game lasts for you.

For the sake of revelation and fun, always fun, I'm going to be writing a nourishing piece on February 9th for the purpose of illuminating our dilemma. As I wrote in the P.S. last week:

In basic numerology (astrology is based on numerology by the way) I'm a 29/11/2 cuz I incarnated 7141952. This is my year: 2009, elevensies. Like a bunch of you, I saw the 11:11 clock thing for many a year. To me, the ElevenEleven is about the Aquarian shift. It's about parallelism, dimensional echo, realizing that it is all a mirrorcle. In honor of meyoueverything, in our unparalleled being, I'm going to chunnel some light on the subject of 11:11 on 2/9/2009 at 2:09:29, for the fun of it, and for the funds of it, for the illumination of It.

If you'd like to receive a copy of said chunneling, kindly donate through PayPal, $11.11 or more, and I'll email you a copy (after 2/10/2009). It won't be published on these pages. I'm playing with you, ala PBS pledge breakness/fun raising, to keep the gift moving. Please make sure that I get your proper email address and that you're not spam blocking mark@in2light.com which can be a bother for both of us.

In appreciation of an old friend, it's entitled The Book of Metatronomy. It won't be book size, but it will be of such value. All my writing is highly concentrated and effective. I am offering you breakthrough, words beyond wisdom, being beyond suffering because this is an importal time. I will diamond heart existence, so that you can cut through what hurts, hinders and halts you. No matter what the energy is these days, you can have a major heart attract, you can manifest what you want. It's otay now, really. We have passed the future. It is the eleven eleventh hour. Now, yonder Be!

Mark Herbert Krueger
http://www.in2light.com/
mark@in2light.com
310.717.3671

The Precedent of the United States

January 23, 2009 (as easy as 1/23)

Tis the end of the Idiot Georges. Praise be! America wouldn't exist today without Britain's Madness of their King George III, who flubbed gloriously, allowing the colonies to clone........ in clowning glory all these years hence. Dub Ya..... the vainillequipped dummy, is on the porphyry now. Gone to his weak Gray matters, to thunk.

In fitting irony, Dick Cheney revealed his true self several weeks ago, before departing from his office of vice, when he stated that the president can blow up as many nukes on anyone as he pleases. In true gallows humor, he showed how he rolls when he wheelchaired during inauguration day, just as Peter Sellers' character in Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb. Finally, he can go for the throat: his own. Long may he rot. He Dicked Bush and fucked it all up and down down down, to hell.

By the bye bye.... Cheney and Rumsfeld own homes upon which the great Frederick Douglass was a slave. How's about that shift? The quanta can leap.

Barack Obama, the Yes We Kenya Man, has inaugurated the Precedent of these United States. The Supreme Court's karma of raping the election of 2000 came forth when the Chief Justice (sic) screwed the oath, instead of the precedent elected. Father Abraham drolled over in his grave concerns, and felt his oaths anyway. The O man was civil in linkin' to what are rights. Now Kingship has it's Martin Luther. The Reformation is carrying on..... Hip Hope ringing in power.

The Obamanator got inaugurated when the Moon was Void of Course, as astrologers say. Mercury was retrograde conjunct the Sun as well. The ancient wiz dung says that void/retro means that everything is ruined and and...... It's time we knock it off! Or he'll get knocked off. Dread locks, mon. Why lock? Why dread? I speak of the shadow, the unconscious, the karmic loops, because if you don't face them, that shit happens again and again, not cuz you're bad, but cuz you're ignorant. Regularly, I get blamed for being a doomy.

Hear ye, here ye: I didn't invent Doom. Doom sits in the unconscious. Face it, it melts, and you get your choice back. By some collective agreement these days, we've decided to face Doom, all the dooms that ever happened and that sit in the dumpster of the brain pan. Why brainpan/ick? The shit already gotchya. Do you want it to keep getting you? Nah or gnaw. Your choice. I say refuse the ignorance, the transcendent foolery of getting Over it or the tedium (add nauseam) of Under standing. Be with what is as it is and realize that it ain't you. Then you can play, beyond the pang Pong, the yen yank, the tweedledeedumbery. Aren't ya tired yettttttttt?????

Prez had a blessing scarf from the Dalai Lama in his pocket for Oath I. But he's really feeling his oaths, and so they decided to have a second round of it, to make it clearly Constitutional. This occurred at 7:35 pm ish on the 22nd. He swore, clearly, this time. Oath II used no bible, and I'm betting, no scarf. Tis time to get a true separation of church and state, to be, beyond the projections of the god offal, beyond all that holy shift.

O man elicits all the hope/love/divine stuff, the projections from one offal to another. If all that biz worked, it would've worked by now. The endless tunnel visions of Light arriving at our station only entrains more of the same. We be in the messianic that we are because of such projections. The more mess, the more messianic. It's happened over and over again. Are you gonna keep buying it?

Folks are all a twitter about Valentine's Aquarian box of chocolates. Love is coming to the planet, a higher love. Search: Escher - the mobius strip of ants marching. The denser it gets, the loopier things get. You can see it now, and realize your own being beyond the projection machine, that always offers hope, but on the rope. Aquarius will be slapping that shift in the face.

Face the projections now, or forever hold your pieces, trying to make whole what is holey, trying to make peace of the pieces. We are, or can be, beyond the booga booga, including astrology and all its fetish with every little auspicious thang, like the moment something happens. Wean will it happen? It likely won't, for the collective, the Mass. But you can choose for you. You can choose to be.

Black is now in the house of white. The Shadow can be faced. Dark is not bad. It was just ignored. May ignorance perish. May being flourish. May you and I, be you and I, together. Justice as we are..... power to no one, right on! Let the dumb ring free. Let the Blackhouse illumine. Let thy people go, freely, as the walls come tumblin' down. The Light holds the greatest darkness, the greatest ignorance, because it's projected from the tunnel of density, the matter horns.

Can you see the yin yangin'? New Aged cheese is sooooo stuck on energy/vibe. All that amounts to is a reaction, a projection from the seemingly inert material plane. (Yes, the plane floated upon the water, hallelujah, and then sunk, and the people got off the material plane, thanks to the ferries, but do you think that anything really happened to dissolve suffering?) One tale chases the other. Mess/Messiah. Dense daze/Light craze. Hope lessens/Hope floats.

The problem is the software. Sacred Windows All One is still micro soft sell for the macro hardness. Beliefs are rabid, and about to inflame and show their true collars. Unleash. Be, not belief. Be with, not be hopey. Be and see. Choose and lose the leaden lighteners, the sham/wow, the Special Effects, the Special Affects. Affection and loveola have not and will not cure the ills. Tis all part of the cycling package, the Wheel Deal. The vain of white light on the wheel of fortune game is constantly bringing more bowels of cheeries. This is why the wailing walls of great fine china will come crashing down as we get sieved in the mayan collander. Can you feel the Strain? Can you see all the strains, the grand strands, the great white way that throws out baby's bathwater while retaining the noodling?

Holy fool is goaled. Hope is the dope. Chased is not pure. The so called blessing of our times is that you can see the Game. The Game plays you while you think you are playing. Just stick around to see how squirrelly chasing your nut can be. (See Ice Age, the movie, for a real crack up.) Suffering is ignorance. Bliss is what is being sold as the Game gets gamier. Open your gnostrils and take a whiff.

In his inaugural address, BHO kicked Bush right in his nutsness. The fool grinned as he shucked his responsibilities. The Precedent has ended hate years of dieplomacy. Now will Obama be sin laden? Will he dance to the Al Qaedance as a different warwhore drummer? Will he fight for freedom or will he free us from fighting?

I really enjoyed the People's Inaugural Project's intent to offer the downtrodden the richness and respect that folks so deserve. That's inauguration. The Precedent has chosen and inspired clarity rather than vain charity........ choice beyond slavery, beyond oppression, beyond ignorance. He is the people's president. Will power corrupt him or will we empower him to end corruption? He's got the whole world in his hands..... So do we, and he said so. So sow what is important to sow, just so.

Meanwhile, in Europa, there's a tempest in a tease pot because a Czech artist has made foolish the prejudices of the Continent through his EU Community sponsored art piece: Entropa. [search for details]. Turning ignorance on its head is one of art's great uses. This foolery is well named. Our highly organized global society has hit the walls of its ignorant projections. Entropy follows. The Mayan Calendar predictions simply imply entropy. What goes up and up and round and round comes pounding down, pancaking the tower of power. Our dearth spiral is deflatulence that follows gorging. Time for the old farts to pass, while we scratch and sniff.

We've got Change alright. The Change is not spare. It strikes everyone, bowling us over, knocking the pins from under everything. Tis gutteral, an alley fight. Tiredness of the fine mess is your ally. Query deeply in the weary. What do you want and not want? Live choicefully or go begging again and again.

The people speak. Democracy is demography. An excellent NY Times Magazine article of 11/23/08 by Kevin Kelly, of Wired magazine and elsewheres, makes clear that YouTube and such have won. We are webbed. We are one and one and one much more than One. The Heirarchy is dissolving, sort of like flat, but not dimensional. Searchable visuality is coming soon. The Word and the world's structures are rearranging, with the feeling of deranging. East and West hemispheres are no more at peace in the brain than they are on the planet.

The article points to a grasshopper as being more representative of life rather than a Siberian tiger. The top of the food chainis dying as we insectify. So we hop hipply upon ourspace, our fittycent worth of fame, our flickr in the Sun. That's Aquarian all the way, like it or not. Moguls are being defeated by the muggles. All the better to be the wizard of your own life. Meanwhile, it is all morphing while feeling rather mean.

Henry David Hyde speaks of The Gift and how it must always move. Constraint to the flow of our gifts is impoverishing. The Web truly moves the gifts. Hallelujah! But how then does the artist, the gifter, receive means of cultural economic exchange? I'm caught in such a dilemma. I ask you for donations, to be gifted for my gifts. But so far, I'm unable to sustain, at times, this site, and certainly not any kind of livelihood for moi. Likely, many of you are experiencing the same.

As we go full on Aquarian, such freedom of exchange hits the walls of power, the requirements to sustain a life that is taxed, that costs more than the gifts. Ouch and grouch. Bankruption. Usury gone wild. Profiting seems to steal the gift. The protected body corporate, which was established during Lincoln's presidency, is now up for review, I hope, I implore. Obama tear down these walls!!! to paraphrase Reagan about the Soviet madness. What was once a Capital idea, that fought Commonism, no longer works for us. We work for it as it rapes the Commons. It'll take uncommon concern for the commoners, and a bright Light at that, to rend these human collective veils.

The most profound Precedent of these United States is the freedom to be yourself. I'd amend all of our constitutions and our Constitution, to dissolve from the pursuit of happiness, which keeps It carroted on the way to sticky ends, with obamanated hope and promise. And I'd ensure: The Freedom to Be Yourself. We've been trampling everyone and everything in the stupid pursuit of something that always comes and goes. Happiness sucks and gives no sure succor, with uneven breaks.

Your being never comes and goes. Chasing happiness is the unconscious effort to run away from unhappiness. Face the shadowy bits of such unhappiness if you want to dissolve the driven purpose life. Who kneads it? Knot you. Unwind from the mind of the labored find. Relax and relux. Lighten down and upwell from your toes to your knows.

You be fine. But if you ain't being; you ain't fine.

Finally, infinitely, it looks like we have been walking the Planck and living in our glass with grains of time. It's all empty and all full. Search: Giant Hologram, New Scientist. {I'm no longer linking cuz it's problematic; they don't hold up well. Thus, I'll simply say Search. Keep your search engine running on another tab in your browser so that you're driving your own linkin', in style, with a full tank.} It looks like we live on a laser's edge, with black holey chasing white wholey.

We are in Revelations. It's not the end of the world on the way to the eternal gravy boat. Simply, everything gets revealed, including the sacred cowerings. Allow the reveal. No big deal. If you are in Big Deals, you are buying the Big Wheel. Easy undoes, or work hard getting it righteous, only to step on the wrongs of those below you in the church of ladder daze saints.

Realize your being, not the dreaming.

I want you to know that I really appreciate you coming here and listening to me, to you, to us.

With goog goog googley eyes,
Mark

P.S. In basic numerology (astrology is based on numerology by the way) I'm a 29/11/2 cuz I incarnated 7141952. This is my year: 2009. Like a bunch of you, I saw the 11:11 clock thing for many a year. To me, the ElevenEleven is about the Aquarian shift. It's about parallelism, dimensional echo, realizing that it is all a mirrorcle. In honor of meyoueverything, in our unparalleled being, I'm going to chunnel some light on the subject of 11:11 on 2/9/2009 at 2:09:29, for the fun of it, and for the funds of it, for the illumination of It.

If you'd like to receive a copy of said chunneling, kindly donate through PayPal, $11.11 or more, and I'll email you a copy (after 2/10/2009). It won't be published on these pages. I'm playing with you, ala PBS pledge breakness/fun raising, to keep the gift moving. Please make sure that I get your proper email address and that you're not spam blocking mark@in2light.com which can be a bother for both of us.

In appreciation of an old friend, it's entitled The Book of Metatronomy. It won't be book size, but will be of such value. All my writing is highly concentrated and effective. This is an importal time. I'll diamond heart for you, so that you can cut through what hurts, hinders and halts. No matter what the energy is these days, you can have a major heart attract, you can manifest what you want. It's otay now, really. We have passed the future. Now, yonder Be!

Mark Herbert Krueger
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InTuneLight

January 14, 2009

I specialize in the Music of the Spheres. I hear you, in order to sing you. As the world goes tone deaf by ignorance and unfaced shadow, we can still sing, we can still listen. There's honestly nothing going on these days that you need to think about. There's nothing that you need to do. Doing may be kneading you, but it's slippery slopeage and meltification for old January. Soooooo.......

Rest easy my friends. Let us muse while it's icky. Let us atone for our pleasures. Delight is at the end of our ear tunnels. Hear ye, hear ye. Let us take notes and give thanks. Let us sing praises and praise the singing. ReChoice and ReVoice!

William Zantzinger died some weeks ago. He was villianified in Bob Dylan's song: The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carrol, thoroughly justified in my opinion. (Search on NY Times obits.) {By the by, I won't be using links here in my writing anymore. It's just too clumsy. They don't hold up over time, and not at all when copied into blogs and such. Please keep a tab open in your browser to googlate interesting tidbits as they come along.}

Dylan can really curse to the bone. Masters of War is a personal fave. Idiot Wind is outrageous. With God On Our Side oughta be played constantly in our era.

Bards rip the bardos. You can hear the howling..... Bobby's words and voicing laser actuality, illuminate and cauterize. Obama's got the knack, though he's not a bard per se. I hope he keeps it up, gets down and gets the funky. Joshua's got some walls to tumble down.

Praise be to all poets, tunesmiths and songsters, fierce and free. The whacky must now be whacked. Ignorance is always suffering. May that old bliss be blitzed. I'm going to write about music more often over time. I deeply encourage you to listen/purchase said tunes. A song is worth a thousand pictures, and then some.

Here's one for starters: Please listen to and purchase Constance Demby's Aeterna. There's nothing better to rip open the stored grief of lifetimes. The times they are grievous. You really don't need to be haulin' that old baggage; it already hurts you unconsciously. Transcendence just buried it, as did floating down denial. Aeterna is luxative. Let it drain. Let your being reign. Connie's expression is vast and nonpareil. Let her wash o'er you.

Some months ago, Rolling Stone did their hundred greatest singers list. On their site is the full list, including playlists of those artists. I'm going to Liszt my own. Singing has saved my life, from my earliest days to right now. When I was so very slammed last year, I had three weeks where I couldn't sing; never had happened before. Twas the pits. No joy from which to yodel. Too much pain to sing my song. But now I am in full voice, laser voice. Singing in the rain.

I have a Moon in Taurus and Jupiter in Taurus, both in potent positions. Taurus is the throat chakra, and includes hearing as well. I listen deeply so that I can sing deeply. Songsters are listeners. They be ear now. They sing the light fantastic. They heard the masses. That's why singing is so important, and why I want to share my faves. InTuneLight.

For my taste, it's about voicing, songing, singing the soul of the song. Tom Waits kicks Enya's ass, not because of dulcet tones, but because of the depth of voicing. In this case, that's saying something. Enya did bring a fine quality of voicing, a shimmer upon the waters. But for my (h)ear(t), Tom has weight and good breadth.

I wasn't raised with the classical canon. Even with that absence of experience, I'll put all those singers operatic in the bel canto perfection of maths gone tonal, at number one. There's likely nothing more pretty and remarkable, but I've got rhythm and blues in my bones. I'm a soul proprietor with a wailing back beat. The ebony keys me.

I've yet to hear nearly enough world music either. Some of the greatest stuff I've ever heard and not yet heard, comes from folks we've never heard of in far off lands. I hope we will hear them before they die. Support your unlocal artists, too. Before the main list, let me celebrate these major influences and great, great artists.

Joujouka - Sufi sung for Allah to hear. Bulgarian Women's Choir - Ladies be goooooood. I weep at the sound of all great singing. Harmony happens. May we listen and live accordingly. Tuvan Throat Singers - Make mine Mongolian. See: Genghis Blues, the movie. Kecak, The Ramayana Monkey Chant of Indonesia - Give peace a trance. Chanticleers one and all, Gregorians, Hildegard Von Bingenites (Norma Gentile is wonderful, along with Anonymous 4) - I love having my canticles tickled. You will, too. L. Shankar - He sings along with his two headed electric violin. I've heard him twice with Zakir Hussain. The experience was more transcendent than any spiritual teacher I ever sat with. Sat Chit is Ananda! Chinese Opera - That whiny opera thang is funky and tweaks the ancient ear. Folkers, one and all. It's all folk music, as Louis Armstrong said. Unplugged is ever so green. Galway Kinnell - A great poet who reads beautifully. This is a paean to all poets who sing so fully for all of us. David Whyte - His poetry album set to music: Closer to Home is superb, especially the poem Well of Grief. Oh, oh.............. Mark Herbert Krueger - I really like my voice, singing and speaking. I really hope you like yours, too. Sing your song for all to hear! Tom Kenyon's Ghandharva Experience - He invokes all the saints and gods and such, and do they ever zing! I invoked the gang to sing in such way at a Leslie Temple Thurston confab one time. We were gorgeous. I literally had the Virgo Mary coming through me, as pure as gonadless boys' choirs. Love Hathor no fury like what Tom brought through. Tibetans and Hindus - Shiva your timbres! There's no substitute. African singers of all sorts - Youssou N'Dour, Fela/Femi Kuti, Ali Farka Toure, Ladysmith Black Mambazo, Mirian Mekaba, Sade just for smooth operatin' , Cesaria Evora, Thomas Mapfumo. There are too many that we don't know. I apologize to all that I don't remember. Romany - I'm Gypsy at heart. We wonder as they wander. Yodelers, Jamaicans, Barbershop Quartets, Acadians, Doo Wop, Celts, Cajuns, New Orleans, Choirs Choirs Choirs - Thanks overflowing to all performers for all of your extraordinary care, effort and generosity! Just saw Cherryholmes perform with the Portland Symphony. Cool. Bluegrass with orchestra. Who'dathunk? All Hillbilly Musics anywhere and everywhere - Aaaaaah Haaaaaaaa....... Birdies, Wolves, Whales, Coyotes, Wind in the Willows.... - It's au naturel for moi. Architects, Techies, and Instrument Artisans - We couldn't be hear now without all of you gorgeous refiners of accompanimentalia! iTunes - Mine ears can hear the glory of the coming of the chord...... easily, playfully. Good Jobs. My lover's voice - Ya know what I mean. Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan - Check out the tune Mustt Mustt. Groovelicious. Cats - Purrfect. All Backup Singers - Oh, I love to hear you all!!! Thank your from the bottom and top and sides of my Heart. I often sing more with you than the lead. I can't thank you enough. Many blessings!

Most important of all: Hallelujah! to every musician who backed everyone of these fine singers. I can't say enough about you, you Unsung Heroes.....

I've played ear my whole life. I was a DJ at the University of Michigan and the University of Idaho radio stations. (Jessye Norman regularly requested my taxi cab in Ann Arbor, Michigan. That was a real honor.) {Great acknowledgment to Steve Adams of Rova Saxophone Quartet for being a superb illuminator of so many forms of music for me in the early 1970's.} I've watched thousands of live performances. The list that follows is both quirky personal and an attempt to highlight really important artists. Some are weighted because of their vocal expression and some for their songwriting, often both. Support music and musicians, for they lighten the darkness and soar the soul.

Mark Herbert Krueger's - Greatest Songsters for All to Hear for All Time -Please Glisten Playfully-

1 - Mahalia Jackson - She saved my life as a pre-schooler in Chicago when she'd come on the television on Sunday morning and sing her Heart all over me. Mama mia. She's the soul proprietor, the queen of the gospel according to her. Ask 'Retha who's her favorite. What a shame Mahalia missed being well recorded. I never saw her in person; but tv was live in the 1950's and she was Singin' to me. She still does. This whole list is dedicated to her. Maha means great in Hinduism. She Shiva'd all my timbres.

2 - Aretha Franklin - Aretha took Mahalia and colored our world with laser heart and wild abandon. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Words cannot express..... unless I sang them like you do, Honey. You are the Queen of Soul. Tina can't hold a candle to ya, and she's motherfuckin' good.

3 - Billie Holiday - Even if she sang only one tune, her stature would be ensured. Strange Fruit killed many a fascist racist. Her heart broke for ours, over and over again. That's true of all artists, including those on this list.

4 - Ella Fitzgerald - Pure brilliance with daring do. Swing high and low sweet chariot.

5 - Sarah Vaughn - Ear silk. What a triumvirate. America is very blessed, maybe undeservedly so. Let's hope we live up to these ladies' legacies. I'll take hip hope any day before hip hop,.

6 - Ray Charles - I defer to the ladies on purpose, but Ray, oh Ray....... I remember his music jumping out of the radio, a new America, black and proud, forerunner to James Brown. He's headwaters to soooo much music.

7 - Sam Cooke - A Change Is Gonna Come......... but he's eternal. He foretold Obama during Martin Luther King's time. I'd love for Aretha to sing A Change Is Gonna Come at the Inauguration.

8 - Bob Dylan - Like Holiday, he kills fascists, even way better than Woody Guthrie. He's the cleverest trickster thief ever to pen archetypal jewels. His music has legacy. It's because he's crazy like a poet, Zen at that, with Rumi for a few more shots o love. I tried for some long while to come up with a favorite tune. It's not possible; and that's just what I mean. He has a body of work, that'll play for a long, long time.

9 - Stevie Wonder - I just saw a BBC Crown Jewels concert in which Stevie runs the band through Inner Visions, perhaps one of the greatest albums of all time. It was like butter, but better, in fact it was sterling. I wanna know the bass player's name. All praise to that motherfuckin' bass player and all rhythm sections for all time. It may be the best performance by a group that I've ever seen. Honest. I've seen a lot of live music, at least 3500 performances. And I had the honor to see Stevie once, right before Inner Visioning. All praise be to Stevie, who never was little, except when they blinded him as a premie. For that, he's opened all our eyes and unblinded our souls.

10 - Judy Garland - They crushed her breasts in the Wizard of Oz to make her woman a girl. She was in pain the rest of her life, but she sang anyway. Seldom has their been greater passion and heart, even over the rainbow.

11 - Frank Sinatra - They used him to crush the musicians' union of the big band era. He loses big points on that one, but......... He had some very good years.....

12 - Bing Crosby - I almost put him ahead of Frank. He's an amazing talent and he was hugely helpful to black musicians, notably Louis Armstrong. The dude could truly swing.

13 - Elvis Presley - I don't think he's as important as RS judged. Seminal yes, but he faded, for my tastes, as his career went on. Like Mick Jagger, whom I won't put on this list cuz I think he's very overrated as a singer. Elvis was a Force, a Persona Iconic. Mick, like Elvis, had a deep appreciation for the blues and their roots. But make mine ebony rather than ivory. It's heavier and the elephant doesn't get killed. Pay the gut bucket originals, rather than the pale.

14 - Nat King Cole - Really awesome. A Black pioneer on television, too. His piano playing was superlative backup to one of the best voices ever. A real Mona Lisa.

15 - Bob Marley - You livelied up myself and liberated me from the slave driver. Praise be to Jamaica itself. Wow. Bob is duly legendary and has legacy.....

16 - Marvin Gaye - If he'd lived longer, he'd be near the top of my list. He's irrefutably brilliant and the embodiment of soul. He was the king. My fave is Sexual Healing for its outrageous fun. The man could crack the radio wide open.

17 - Lennon and McCartney - In that order, and with great gratitude, for the songs and how they sang them.

18 - Otis Redding - He brought it didn't he? He was the Doc of Baying whose tenderness tried our soul.

19 - Joni Mitchell - You may laugh, but she's the real deal. Urge for Going is my all time favorite song. Joni, let's talk.

20 - Michael Jackson - He's going to die soon, it looks like. Praise be to you Michael. You carry the angels upon the spin of your head. I'm sorry it was so very hard for you. You never would have had to dance a lick, and I'd a ranked you right here. Thank you.

21 - Fred Astaire - Corny, but true. Some of America's greatest songwriters thought he was the best. I can't argue with them.

22 - Smokey Robinson - Oh oh oh. Ask Lennon and McCartney. I'm a huge fan of Cruisin'. The gods blessed Smokey Robinson.

23 - Leonard Cohen - The Tower of Song. Hallelujah.

24 - Louis Armstrong - What a voice. What a treasure. He's first on the list for most important American musician, perhaps the greatest in the world. He's here for his iconic and joyful voice. Pops was tops.

25 - Howlin' Wolf - I saw Wolf and Muddy twice. I'm a Wolf man. Primal purity raging through the Ages. Oh, I really mean it.

26 - Bo Diddley - Really important. Time will tell that he knew way more than diddley.

27 - Jackie Wilson - Van Morrison's raison d'song. Jackie had magic beyond description. So often on this list: the great die young.

28 - Van Morrison - Astral Weeks is one of the greatest albums of all time; for years it was at the top of my list.

29 - Joe Cocker - He sang others' songs better than they did. One of the greatest hearts I've ever witnessed. You gave my friends and I more than a little help. I love ya Joe.

30 - James Brown - Say it loud and say it proud. He is the Voice of Black. He is the Shaman of Soul. He is the Man.

31 - David Ruffin - He leadeth us into Temptations, some of the finest vocalizing ever to be sung. If you only could have heard it at the time............ Praise be to Detroit, to Motown. The greatest of praises indeed! That era trumped all, even all that New Orleans represents. God damn..... it was so fine.

32 - Roy Orbison - He came from and returned to another planet. I'm so glad he visited. Pretty Woman jolted the radio off the shelf by it's sheer, strange force.

33 - Johnny Cash - We all burn in the Ring of Fire. Only he could sing it, pain and all. Though his prison was fulsome, his heart freed so many.

34 - Al Green - I've seen Al in person. He deserves every rose and panty that's ever been thrown at him. Praise the cords! Love and Happiness........

35 - Wilson Pickett - Electricity crackled out of him like few others.

36 - Tony Bennett - He's left his heart all over the world. Smooooth and true.

37 - Little Richard - Little Richard was cosi fan tutti frutti, wonderfully queer opera.

38 - Hank Williams - I'm not deep into country and western, but Hank drives the car and people the likes of Jerry Lee Lewis, ride in the back.

39 - Aaron Neville and the Neville Brothers - Absolute National Treasures! Yellow Moon is one of the great albums of all time. Listen to Aaron sing two Dylan tunes and knock them out of the ball park. Praise be Gentlemen!

40 - Big Mama Thornton - We ain't nothin' but hound dogs without her.

41 - Patsy Cline - She changed everything!

42 - Buddy Holly - He changed everything, too!

43 - Everly Brothers - Check out Love Is Strange. Check out everything they sang.

44 - James Taylor - How the hell could Rolling Stone make him number 74. That's hoarse shit. JT is the absolute gentle man of the vocal chords. Song and singer merge beyond the pale, and he's gut bucket, too. Ask the ladies. I want to work with him on a new Chautauqua.

45 - Etta James - A living legend who still doesn't get her due, though she's paid them. Her legacy will go deep.

46 - Cyndi Lauper - She's one of the greatest singers with the greatest heart with the greatest fun! Time After Time she delivers soulfully. The highest of praises!!!

47 - Eric Burdon - Simply, simply Great. There's something about him....

48 - Sly Stone - He took me higher and still does. Blessed be Sly Stone and his family.

49 - Janis Joplin - See her in The Festival Express. You can see just how fantastic she really was. All heart all the time. Balls without chains.

50 - B.B. King - Lucille knows best. Everything is right with the world when Blues Boy sings.

51 - Bono - That's right, right next to the King. U2's: It's a Beautiful Day was what I sang for days after I unbirthed and undied. He rides the Edge. How lucky we are. He wrote a lovely essay about Sinatra in the Sunday NY Times of 1/11/2009. Check it out.

52 - Barbara Streisand - One of the greatest voices ever. Jewish soul.

53 - Paul Simon - Graceland, Graceland, Graceland. Tied with Stevie's Inner Visions, Beatles' Rubber Soul and Van the Man's Astral Weeks, as the greatest album of all time. Incredibly musical and long lived. He'll be recognized years hence, Garfunkel or not.

54 - Leon Russell - A musician's musician. Highly influential and rather forgotten. Avail yourself of his offerings. He's one of my all time faves, bar none.

55 - Laura Nyro - The greatest singers of Jewish and Black soul. How could Rolling Stone miss her! Thank you Laura.

56 - Rod Stewart - He's been all over the map, but he took songs and ensouled them better than almost anyone.

57 - Bonnie Raitt - Luck of the Draw is one of the all time greatest albums. Love ya Bonnie. If I ever strike it rich, I'm gonna help ya get money to all those musicians who deserve it. Thank you so much for your brilliance and care. Your slide guitar work has never gotten the praise it deserves.

58 - Ethel Merman - There's nothing queer about loving her. She stands for all of Broadway, though it was a great white way, she had soul. For the New Depression Blues, start your day with her Broadway recorded Everything's Coming Up Roses.

59 - Tina Turner - If ya count the way her body sang, she's right up there. She couldn't have done it without Ike and she couldn't have done it without leaving Ike. What's love got to do with it?

60 - Muddy Waters - Shiver me timbres. It's more than alright alright for this mannish boy.

61 - Eric Clapton - Eric has grown into one of the finest singers. Good on ya. Maybe somebody will notice your guitar playing, too......

62 - Buddy Guy - I had to put him next to Eric. They're buds. Buddy is more seminal, but Eric has taken things to another level, quite soberly and generously. Catch Buddy if you ever get a chance. They don't make 'em like that anymore.

63 - Woody Guthrie - He lived his songs so that America could hear itself.

64 - Righteous Brothers - The biggest selling song of all time tells no lies. They continue to Unchain the Melody.

65 - Brian Wilson - Genius who can sing like one, too.

66 - Harry Nilsson - Listen to Nilsson Sings Newman. One of our greatest artists.

67 - John Lee Hooker - Boom boom boom, his voice shot us right down to the ground of being.

68 - Roberta Flack - Class, first class.

69 - Dusty Springfield - Dusky and true. Nonpareil.

70 - Chuck Berry - He's rock and roll all the way. Little Richard is a better singer.

71 - The O'Jays - Another group that cannot be ignored for their one voice. For the Love of Money, I Love Music........ O, I love the O'Jays!

72 - David Bowie - Last year I recognized that Bowie would be considered a salient artist in all his forms, far out into the future. Wonderfilled. The Conchords of New Zealand had such fine fun with him in their kiwi brained imagination. A cult fave indeed.

73 - Steve Winwood - I saw him when he and I were teenagers. This dude is genius all the way. His voice is key to every group he was ever in. No one else has that kind of record.

74 - Bruce Springsteen - Honest man sings honest song all the way to the bone. His early hype was not hype whatsoever. He stands among the very best.

75 - Linda Ronstadt - Rolling Stone left her out. They must be kidding. She brought it in several genres. They have prejudice against the ladies. Ladies be good.

76 - Prince - Superb musician. His voice is a Little Red Corvette, coming to a crotch near you.

77 - Michael McDonald - Another huge oversight on RS's list. Doobie doobie did, and then onto Motown. Ask the ladies!!! He delivers.

78 - Bob Wills - Texas Swing is so gorgeous, and I don't even like Texas. San Antonio Rose is an American Classic.

79 - John Hammond, Jr. - I saw him many times up close and personal. The real real deal, and very overlooked.

80 - The Band - I can't separate them. The North American continent sang through them. They sound older than dirt. Foundational. They'll be rediscovered over and over again.

81 - Mel Torme - His presence was greater than the Christmas Song.

82 - John Fogerty - No one else like him. One of the most likable voices ever.

83 - Tom Waits - He's going to be listened to for a long time.

84 - Taj Mahal - Another overlooked jewel. Taj has one of the all time greatest voices and was seminal, if not semenal. My fave: Do You Love Her.

85 - Neil Young - Rockin' in the Free World is what it's all about, with a stop at Sugar Mountain. Plaintive never sounded so good.

86 - Earth, Wind and Fire - Such joy!!!

87 - Patti LaBelle - Lady Marmalade be jammin'! Oh ya!

88 -The Drifters - Clyde McPhatter and Ben E. King - Up, way Up on the Roof....

89 - Martha Reeves - She, with the Vandella's, hit the g-note, and I came to love them. Nowhere To Run but Dancing In the Street.

90 - Bill Withers - How could he be missed by those Rolling Stoners? Superb voice with superb songs. I hope he influences a trillion singers. Who Is He and What Is He to You? Check him out!

91 - Robert Plant - Rolling Stone had him ranked # 15. Nah. My second most favorite song is Ramble On by Zeppelin. He's a jewel and then some, but not of the highest water. I'd be glad if he made me wrong. As an artist, he's superlative.

92 - Tom Petty - Nothing petty about his singing. He wasn't a Wilbury for nothin'.

93 - Elton John - I'm a madman who crosses great waters. Elton set my sails when I was falling in love the first time. Your Song was our song, like myriad lovers of the time.

94 - Lowell George - He was no little feat. He was Little Feat. I got to see them once. Oh ya! I would've loved for him to have a long career, but he died young like soooo many, tooo many on this list.

95 - Peter Gabriel - I love this dude. So generous and playful. His album So is one of the great albums.

96 - Roger McGuinn - He was for the Byrds, and that's singing something. Another Rolling Stone omission faux pas.

97 - Annie Lennox - Listen to her sing on Herbie Hancock's Possibilities. She's got a Sufi heart and a Banshee soul.

98 - Dave Mason - He's forgotten, too. Fantastic voice with some of my most favoritest tuneys. Can't Stop Worrying, Can't Stop Loving. Only You Know and I Know. Please listen up.

99 - Chris Isaak - The guy is for real, real deep. Way overlooked and underrated. Shame on Rolling Stone for not including him. I love Chris and there are a few ladies who might agree.

100 - Judy Collins - So very gorgeous. The pipes, the pipes will call ya..... My personal favorite is: Marat/Sade.

101 - Curtis Mayfield - Super fly!

102 - Dr. John - Whoa! National treasure indeedy. No one sings like this, nor plays like this. Crikey! The Stoners left him out, too.

103 - Ronnie Spector - She's preternatural. Listen and grin. She's the real Spector.

104 - Cab Calloway - If you've never heard him, please give a listen. Scary good, wonderful strange. His genius needs to be recognized.

105 - Bobby McFerrin - He's incredibly brilliant! Don't worry, happily check out all his work. Most singers and musicians couldn't even hold his metronome.

106 - The Staples Singers - Can't separate them either. Mavis and all are divine inspiration. Make it a staple of your soulful listening.

107 - Sam Moore - Of Sam and Dave, the Soul Men who knew how to have one of the greatest backing bands of all time. Praise be all around.

108 - Elmore James - The Sky Was Crying whenever he played and sang. I love slide guitar blues. He's the man. There's a fantastic story about him, that I may be able to tell you some day. It's a friend's story, and it's best that he tell it, but it deserves to be heard.

109 - Sting - The full package, with one of the most iconic voices. May he not rest on his laurels.

110 - Louis Prima - Primo!!!

111 - Fats Domino - His influence is very deep. That's the skinny.

112 - Gladys Knight - How gladys I am. My Knight in shining arpeggio.

113 - Clifton Chenier - The King of Zydeco was a tour de force. One of the greatest and most danceable performances I've ever heard.

114 - Whitney Houston - She's the greatest disappointment of all time. She had the potential and genetics to bring it all home. I mean it.

115 - Stephen Stills - Listen to him in Monterey Pop. Between his brilliant guitar playing and his glorious voice...... he gets the second greatest disappointment of all time. That combination was some of the finest I've ever heard. It was downhill slaloming from there. The man had It and lost It. My fave: Tree Top Flyer.

116 - Richie Havens - For massive heart, Richie is Number One, all the way!

117 - Jose Feliciano - He's been mostly forgotten, but he still Lights My Fire, and Jim Morrison ain't on my list.

118 - Joan Armatrading - A major voice! Major.

119 - Take 6 - A group that sings as one voice. Please, please see them and listen to them.

120 - Cat Stevens - AKA Yusuf Islam. He's a tremendous talent with a true heart. If he'd a kept on sangin'....... It was like losing Al Green to the Church for all those years.

121 - Phoebe Snow - Egregious mistake to leave her out of a top one hundred list. Shame on RS. Pay attention to the ladies, dudes!

122 - The Four Tops - As one voice, many singers stand in the shadow of this love.

123 - Carole King - Top ten for songwriting. She became like musical wallpaper in her day. That's a compliment.

124 - Ben Harper - I want so much to hear more of him. He has the potent in potential.

125 - Rickie Lee Jones - She'll be an influence for years.

126 - Emmylou Harris - She's a Voice nonpareil. Top Five hair!

127 - Roger Daltrey - The Who are one of the most authentic bands. Roger's lead is one of the best in rock and roll.

128 - Joan Osborne - Vastly talented. I like her taste in songs. Her delivery is oh so special. She's next to Ben Harper for the same potent in potential reasons.

129 - Tim Hardin - You look to me like Misty Roses. He had his HeartOn and it broke, it broke beautifully and tragically for all to hear. We've lost soooo many voices to the pain.

130 - Leon Thomas - You must listen to him. I insist. He sang with Pharoah Sanders. I saw him in person with his own group. It's a form of African singing that I've never heard before or since. It's the ultimate, most elegant, yodel that you've ever heard. The Creator had a Master Plan.

131 - Ellen McIlwaine - You've likely never heard of her. Please amend that and give her a listen. She's self published; take the time to find her. I saw Ellen a number of occasions. She was a one woman show, playing outrageous guitar, carrying the bass line and lead at the same time. I've never ever seen anyone do anything like that. She is so great! Her voice gets her right here on the list. The whole combo of her slide and her pipes blew me away. Women are horribly underrated. Amend that sisters and brothers. There's nothing better than a woman kicking serious ass.

132 - Tracy Nelson - Knock out voice! One of the great songs of all time is her: Down So Low. I genuflect to that.......

133 - Fred Neil - Esoteric but influential. I'd put the Other Side of This Life in my top ten songs.

134 - Patti Smith - Raw Gloria!!!

135 - Lou Reed - The male Patti Smith. (It's about time the gender tables be turned.) A greatly committed artist.

136 - Gregg Allman - He rode his brother's slide guitar like an angel.

137 - Bryan Ferry - Elegantly strange and fascinating. Mesmerizing.

138 - John Sebastian - One of the sweetest, most touching voices I've ever heard.

139 - Barry White - Count the impregnations. His bass balled.

140 - Luther Vandross - Babymaking music par excellence.

141 - Diana Ross - Not always my fave, but so boffo. Seems like she chalupa'ed the Supremes.

142 - Captain Beefheart - He blew out microphones and everything else. Your Eyes Are a Blue Million Miles........... He'll be rediscovered in years hence.

143 - Frank Zappa - Cool voice on an incredibly brilliant musician.

144 - Marianne Faithful - Broken English is true to the bone. She's got legacy.

145 - Tim Buckley - The child may be father to the man, but Tim still gets my vote. Buzzin' Fly is one of my all time favorite tunes. Brilliance.

146 - The Marvelettes - Soooo overlooked. One of Motown's greatest. They peaked too early. The Hunter Gets Captured By the Game and My Baby Must Be a Magician........ Brilliant and fun.

147 - Stevie Nicks - Magic, magic, magic.

148 - Jack Bruce - He never sang enough for my taste. Creme de la Cream!

149 - Beth Orton - Ya baby! Superb rocking woman belter with real intrigue.

150 - Randy Newman - He's in my top ten song writers. I love his voice. Saw him in 1972. It takes guts to sing with a voice like that. Thanks Randy!

151 - Willie Nelson - He's got more than a little Woody Guthrie to him, with a voice that gave a song the full Nelson.

152 - George Clinton - He's a delightfully strange prophet. Check out Paint the Whitehouse Black.

153 - The Kinks - The Davies' ray penetrates to the bone. L O L A.

154 - Gene Vincent - He had something that no one else has. More shall be revealed and honored.....

155 - Gene Pitney - Both Genes have unique DNA. Enjoy.

156 - Donovan - He wore his love like heaven......

157 - Grace Slick - She's somebody I love, White Rabbit and all. She meant it when she sang. Fierce and fine.

158 - Julie Driscoll - I almost forgot her. She sang so gorgeously with Brian Auger and the Trinity. One of the finest ever. Now singing as Julie Tippetts. Season of the Witch......... oh ya.

159 - Carlos Santana - Top ten guitar. Supernatural is one of the greatest albums. His voice is not so often featured, but it is sublime, Metatronic.

160 - Richard Thompson - Superb musician, really really. But give a listen to his voice. It'll unHenge you.

161 - Johnny Mathis - Queer that he wasn't on the RS list. God given pipes.....

162 - Tom Jones - He's waaay more than a pop singer and panty catcher. He's really a bluesman.

163 - Lyle Lovett - He writes brilliantly, but it's his singing that makes his hair stand on end, in a most wondrous way. You Can't Resist It.

164 - Shawn Colvin - Big time personal fave. She's for real.

165 - Loreena McKennitt - A personal favorite. I saw her before her husband died and she retired for years. Ancient is in her voice.

166 - Koko Taylor - She's a personal favorite, too. I saw her many times up close in full regalia. Few sing the blues like her. My Sweet Home was Chicago, but she showed me how to shake my Wang Dang Doodle. She's broke and hurting. I wish I could help her, as well as many other musicians. Blessed be Koko. Her bands were some of the best players I've ever heard.

167 - Raul Midon - I saw him last year with Herbie Hancock in Aspen. It was downhill after that, in sooo many ways. But Raul kept me company by dint of his great heart and imagination. He sings and plays it his way, and that's a mighty fine way. Sunshine is pure sunshine!

168 - The Duhks - Please listen to this fine, fine group.

169 - Faith Hill - Another disappointment really. Maybe it's the Swiss estate that puts the impotent in potential.

170 - Alanis Morissette - The lady is not a tramp. She's a trampoline. Fun and brilliant, with guts.

171 - Avril Lavigne - She delivers with full gonads. I really love the full on guts of women. She rocks truly.

172 - Alicia Keys - Fine pipes, fine musical mind. I hope she Pans out.

173 - Allison Krause - I thought she was the star songster of Oh Brother Where Art Thou. And to sing with Robert Plant........ Wonderful.

174 - George Harrison - His voice gently wept, too. True and deep wise compassion came through.

175 - Gil Scott-Heron - May I suggest that you listen to him. One of the best voices, speaking or singing, that ever laid down a track.

176 - Dave van Ronk - Influential and adorable. He croaked perfectly long before he croaked. Praise be to Dave. His Urge for Going captured Joni's spirit all the way. He's a pioneer of the first order.

177 - Gordon Lightfoot - He sounds like the Northwind.

178 - Michael Hutchence - Simply Red's lead. I'd love to hear him breakthrough again to the top of the pops.

179 - John Hiatt - Another underrated fella. Big heart.

180 - The Hollies - Graham Nash led the way to some of the finest of harmonies. Underrated, mistakenly.

181 - Perry Como - I love him. Warm, like his sweaters. Catch a Falling Star and Put It in Your Pocket, Save It for a Rainy Day.... like now.

182 - Livingston Taylor - James' brother, as they say. He stands on his own merit. I cry when I hear him. But I was born in 1952, and Johnnie Ray's number three hit was Cry that year (great tune actually).

183 - Chamber Brothers - Time Has Come Today to remember them. Haunting.

184 - Canned Heat - Bob Hite had magic in his voice. Blues bubbled in their cauldron.

185 - Phil Ochs - Waaaay toooo forgotten. Unique and worth discovering. Some at the time thought he was better than Zimmerman.

186 - Leo Kottke - Strange, but true. Him, too. I adore his voice. His guitar is uniquely brilliant, but listen to him sing. Fave: Oh Well.

187 - Damien Rice - I'm rooting for this fine man.

188 - Bjork - Fascination in song. That's some bitchin' Viking music! She makes my hair stand on end and curl.

189 - Chicago - The horns were dominant, but I still love to sing to their hits. It's all about the swoop. I fell for the swoop, and more than one.

190 - Jethro Tull - Ian Anderson is still a fine fellow. Nothing is Easy is a song for our times.

191 - Colin Hay - The man is at work with a fascinating voice down and under.

192 - KT Tunstall - Listen to her Scotch tapes.... I'm counting on her future excellence.

193 - Kelly Joe Phelps - Killer guitarist and blues conceptualist, if there is such a thing, with a voice to match. Catch him wherever he appears!

194 - Sarah McLachlan - I hope she keeps Building a Mystery.

195 - Loudon Wainwright III - I saw him multiple times at the Ark in Ann Arbor. You can deeply laugh and cry with this dude. His irony steels the show. Neurosis never sounded so good, or so true. The devils of Loudon aren't easy, I suspect. Ask Aldous Huxley.

Not to be forgotten, just too many to list, some of them major influences at that: Ritchie Valens, Paula Cole, Odetta, Dinah Washington, Ma Rainey, Dean Martin, Bobby Blue Bland, Nina Simone, Seal, Fats Waller, Christina Aguilera, Bessie Smith, Lena Horne, Sheryl Crow, Bob Seger, Leadbelly, Celine Dion, Solomon Burke, Dave Matthews, Cher, Toots Hibbert/Maytals, Paul Revere and the Raiders, Joe Williams, Danny O'Keefe, Carl Perkins, Mary J. Blige, Lou Rawls, Bruce Cockburn..... including some who are just wondrous on their own - musique unique: Rosemary Clooney, Elvis Costello, Stan Ridgway, Eartha Kitt, Kate Smith, Madonna, Mick Jagger, Sammy Davis, Jr., Jim Morrison, Jewel, Bette Midler, The Incredible String Band, Joan Baez, Nick Drake, Yoko Ono......

My whole hearted apologies to all those I may have overlooked. It's a daunting task. To rank is a bit rank, but the intent is to honor and appreciate the Gift, the Guts, and the Glory of these blessed artists.

With all my love,
Mark Herbert Krueger

mark@in2light.com
310.717.3671
http://www.in2light.com/

Happy You Year

January 5, 2009

I'd awritten a tad sooner, but I wanted to see what the hell was going on. Prediction is always based on reading the projections. Now, in the bent shift storm of the mayanaise, one can't see so far. Going long hits the End Zone. Everthemore, I can go deep. So I've been asoothin' and asleuthin' for ya. Here's what I see for sayin'. Take it with no grains of assault. My writing and consulting are meant to pop off your suffering. You are the fun.

The planets don't do shit. They do mean shift. Through them one can watch the Wheels turn. That's been my abiding focus all life, and for thirty one years of keen astrologizing. The details of astrology mean less and less in this melting Dali partin' show. I read through without residue. From here on...... What you think is irrelevant. What you think about what will happen is irrelevant. I'm not here to think you and beat around the blog. I sees the diem. Carpe?

What happens means something. So. Now. Choose. Act accordfully.

I'll tell ya the weather and the whethers, the hithers and the dithers, but always all ways: Choose. For Christ's sake. Be a Buddha to the world. Or whatever nom de plumage you've been flying with.... Choose.

Intent prayer guidance wishing washing meaning ceremonyritualgoodvibrators matter not, for now. Some day down the erode, it'll all work again and again, cuz it works ya soooo well. But, of the yoke.......

How's it been workin' for ya lately?

Choose. ReChoice! If ya don't play, ya won't play. Get it?

There's traction now. Choosing counts. The orbstacles have popped. Your wizard is not at odds. You don't halve get even. So play with what is as it is, and do not believe It.

Thus play onward.

What you want....... choose, or lose, ever after...... it.

Controlling desire is stooped. Choosing what you want is natural expression of being. You, or the Big Pi in the Sky, or the RedRumpedForker, are not in control; unless you choose That.

The controllers have got it all out of control. Improving your or their control....... not gonna work, never did. Ya just thought so, like everybody every time. And y'all thought that was right. Can you see what's wrong with right? Dump the chump pump, the Master bait, the yankin' on your yink. Off with the stink. Speakin' of which....

That shit ya been draggin' around.... it's got traction, too. Oh ya, does it have traction. It'll be feeling intractable any time soon. Drop it or lug it. Especially dump the change/hope game. Choose to lose what ain't you. That's why that shit done fell of ya!!! Flushelujah! Hear what I'm sayin'?

Fancy luggage weighs more. Truncate. Pride goeth along with the drag. Glorious strength is industrial. Man, you fractured! Chip off the old blocks. Ya hear me! I mean it. I don't want ya sufferin' any more. So knock it off. We've got playin', not preyin' to do. We've been beaten around the Bush. So has Gaia, bruisedly rapepeatedly. That's why we've got to stop fuckin' around.

Lighten down!

Lift is not heavy, if you lighten down.

Lo. Fly free on high, me and you. Drop working all the angels. Get out of the swing. Get on to your Wings. Allow fright, allow flight. Tis' the wind beneath your heart.

Happy You Year ya knuckleheads. I love ya. Gonna bash your trash. Gonna rock your sucks. Gonna sing your everlovin' praises you knuckleheads.

You are not your ignorance. It says so in the stars. The planets say: Knock it off.

You are your being, your being that has nothing to do with your facebook, your body sattva, your PathAllOweGeeWhiz. Swinging from divine jungled and bungled the tree of life, divided and cankered it, o pus magnum. For the Work.

The Work is done. Play is beyond divine and it's endless swingings. Be choosy. Unbeggar unbugger ungowa! Lively up your self and don't be no drag, as the real Marley, and me, say. Golden retrievers chase their own balls, thinking them royal. Ya just get back, get back, get back to where you once longed to be.

Be.

Here's the choice tidbits of the year 2009....

Dearthvader continues to run the Empire into the ground, beefy like. Obama will try smackdown. That is dumb and dumberer. MC, drop the Hammer, but on no one's head. Drop it for bad. Peacemakers have been dropping it for good, but that didn't work. Disempower the madness, by facing everybody's mads. Listen to the hate, carefully. Listen to conditions unconditionedly. That goes for all you precedents.

Isn'treal has averted its Gaza for too long. Bombs away. War is on. Jihad is crawling up an asset near you, now and for some long time, the whole lame world. Allah hell breaks loose, undoing the golden goose. Satan throws the stones back, a bad day at the black rock. iRan will launch iProds. Isn'treal will come out strong for the nuclear family, and it will bomb. A fission of lovingness, cousins gone wiled, til dearth dusteth parch. Torah torah torah. Biblical thumping is all the rage. Oiling for the Lord pumps deep thrusts into the reddened sea. Their ship has gone out.

Sunk. Clunk. Shrunk. Viagra falls for all the big pricks. Uncheney from all the big dicks in your life. Be done having the barrel go over you, be done with the falls' promises, be done with the cataractics. The honeymoon is over. Now the sticky wickeds twist in the sun, in the light of day. Unhand it from your self.

Be, with a honey if you like. Shoot the mooning and choose your crooning. Loneliness is deeper than ever before. Being dissolves loneliness. Being, together, has precious traction now, too. Fools fall in love. Enjoy. I am. Love is the foolery. Being is the delight at the end of tunneling.

Have your Full Share, heaped but not hepped up, e'er flowing darlings, e'er flowing. If You Choose. Otherwise, beg off and leave the rest of you alone, leave the rest of us to rest. Let love come to town, and you go there, if you like. You are oh so very fully truly loveable, if you be. That's how I love you. And I don't demean it. Kindly hear me hearing you. The air for the year is embracing. Take a whiff and strike out. The Ball comes to you. Knock it out of park. Those battered are now up. Treat them, treat them kindly. Treat your self, your precious self, so very kindly. The mirrorcle then happens, without reflection. No more mirroring. No more cold and hard. No more no less. Ain't that an everlovin' thang.......

Fucked are the piecemakers, those that chopped up the land and the commons and the tribes and neighbors. Undivide to unconquer. UnOne so all may prosper, instead of those who think they are the Ones on top. Face the music, face the art, face the dance in all our hearts. Sing the body eclectic, sing the unsung, sing for heaven's sake and have a hell of a time. Today is a good day to die, to break the die, to undie, the suffering unborn, no longer lingering in the longing for a being that was always you. Choose to wholly play. You aren't worth It. You are worthy.

It is time for the entitled to become untitled. Off with their headings. On with our course. Princess Caroline Kennedy oughta abdicate. Get in the trenches with the wenches and unditch the bitch. Your experience is really Palin comparison to you know whom. Just be a state senator or some thin real... a modicum of dues. Otherwise you're just an iRash Barbiearyan on the butt of a joke. You're worthy, but I don't trust ya. Show us some trust.

There's a riot goin' on. A real riot. Many of them. The more the unmerrier. Prison happens before the door closes. It's all unlocking. The body politic riots, as does the body. Churn and burn. Acid refluxion in the ugly mirror. Many are behind the hate ball. Many balls of hate roil in the belly of the beastliness. The reptilian brain brawls and crawls, up and down the spine, 'til ya can't tell the difference, who's wearing the crown.

January inaugurates precedency. Unslave. Uncolonize. In every way, every day, unfetter and unfetter. Will money own Obama? Will it own you? Hussein is on first, JC is on second - coming, Satan steals a third. So come home to your self. You're safe, even if the world isn't. Money doesn't talk cuz it walked. Now value your self, your worth in the world. You witness me here doing like wisely. You too. You are so valuable. Stand and be delivered to. The lower crust tastes better than the upper crust, juicy and sweet. Enjoy the fruits of your realization. Don't let your so-called betters get in the way of your best. We want you. We've just been fucked up one side and down the other. Come out of the closet and dust your broom. This dance party is for you.

The old Mercury puts it in reverse: 1/11 - 1/31, 5/6 - 5/30, 9/6 - 9/29 and 12/26 - 1/15/2010. The mind is a terrible thing of waste, especially when it regurgitates. There's every reason to think about it. Don't. Choose or snooze, and don't expect things to plan out.

February will ground the hogs, shadow and all. Let them eat caked karma. Number nine, number nine, number nine. Your time has comeuppanced. Your clock will be cleaned. Take stock of taking stock. You made off with more than you can chew. Wipe the spittle and take leave of your senselessness. The rabble bites the hand that doesn't feed it. Disarming and about time.

March. Soldiers march. Warring is the oldest profession. The dark check is in the dark male for the dark knight of the souls. It bounces, along the bottom, against the banks, down shift creek, without a pedal for the mettle that'll slow the jugularnaut down. Blood letting is what the doctors always order and leeches, too. Health and care are no longer ensured. It's allopathetic. Fuck 'em. Get wellthy. March to your own heartbeat and drum them out of your body and your wallet.

April offers the lam of god, the sacred cow poke. How could you passover that? Such a deal, on the Wheel. Heaven is such a helluva deal, now revealed. Wailing at the Wall is universal, and fragile, like China. Some tough breaks shatter the cup fully, emptied in half. It's the self refilling profligacy of the software. What is the sound of both hands clasping? Oms for the poor.

May is entrancing to the exit strategies. Kafka is waiting for Godot.

Rest in June. Rest well and give the well a rest. Timing isn't everything. It's something that you can choose through. The old is restless, so renew.

July has a grand mall seizure. Assets stink. Money is moody, in bondage; raidings are high. What can you undo? The Full Moon total solar eclipse, 7:35pm 7/21/2009, is an uncorker. The shadow will course over the spiritual roots of the planet, sweeping across parts of India/Nepal/China. It's in the last half degree of Cancer. Time to get off the Cosmic Teat. Be a real weaner. Mama says. Them there parts of the world are breeding hard down the bottleneck of what the world can bear. Hunger becomes manifest for those starving for life.

August on, is when it all starts to burn in ablazin' glory. Life and Death cycle, like a chopper. It's getting harder to tell the difference. Aberrantzombie and Twitch. Greed mines greed ore the land. Unnatural desourcing is apparent, our heavy meddling begets us. What we mine gives us the shaft, the ray of lightening, if you choose. Decycle. Disown your birthwrong, your need to consume/mate your incarnation. Reprodestruction is the root of all boll weevils. Too many babies making babies, as Sly Stone so aptly warbled. Let the living live and put a not in it. It's not birth control. It's birth choice. Help the living, where the rubber meets the load.

September and October are autumnal. Harvesting is desperate. Fear scrapes by and by. By the hollowed e'en, a twinkle arises in the yeast. You are the star. Everyone will be chasing mirrorcles. Let that go. Shine on harvest moon for thee and they gala. Celebrate those you love being with, and you will prosper. Neither give, nor receive. Share. Share from here and on.

Cold realities bite the winds of fortune, but liberate those who want what they want beyond the knead of greed. Ideals are vain deals. Know which way the whethers blow for you. You can choose beyond the conditioning of gooding the bad. The wurst is over when you realize that it's baloney. You can't have a nice daze, but you think you can. Unthink the stink of righteously wronging, yourself and others. There's no more time for that. You have your full choice. Exercise it while you exorcize that which has bedeviled you. You have lost gain. On that you will prosper peacefully.

So my friends...... Mostly the year is oddly fuzzy. Askewed skeweringss of loose canons pokey the Man. Beliefs make strange bedlams. The markets are cornering their selves. Round and round, everybody knows. How's about letting go of the Wheel and steering your own course, autonomously? The world is staged for you to be a player, but you'll have to shake your spears, your arrows that sling your discontent back atchya. Kill the software, not thine enemy. Kill the bill for which you no longer must pay. Kill what ills, as best you can can in the dance of the folly bourgeois.

Peace and Play to you all. Wellth beyond suffering. Joy for your heart's content.

For all of you who are donating (please see prior missive), with my deepest thanks and bestest wishes, Mark. This tune is for you, for all of us.

Mark Herbert Krueger
mark@in2light.com
310.717.3671
http://www.in2light.com/

In2light: Vision Beyond the Tunnel

December 23, 2008

Enjoying the holydaze between thankscraving and christmess? The hoardites trampled a fat man to death at a Walmart shopping spree during our blessed season. Santa, no doubt. Free tramples at Walmart. Come on down, way down. Everything is on sail, blown away, gone with the windage.

It is all about to fall apart, simply because it always is apart, you just didn't think so. Thinking won't work anymore. Neither will intention. Belief will work you to your grave concerns. Hope will be Obamanated. Charity has been tabled. And the blue bird of happiness is plucked.

Other than that, things are fine, finely ground, slashed dashed and succotashed.

The world as we have knowed it is as dead as your last thought. If you are trying to rethink, notice the stink. I don't recommend using what got ya here. Thinking is the fear of being and choosing. That's the stink. Wipe and flush. If not, you stink, and everything you do stinks. Maybe you believe otherwise. Believing is seeing what you believe. That is all. If you want to base your being on that, you will stink to higher heavens while leaving a trail of hell.

That's why things look and feel and taste and slam like they do, like they do do.

Ya wanna get out of the do do? Listen to me.

I started this web site ten years ago. I claimed my own consciousness and began directly clearing my identification in the karmic software of Creation on 1/1/2000. It is undone for me. I realized my own consciousness beyond the bone, the flesh, the flash, the mama and the papas. It's no big deal. I wouldn't trade it for all the angels on the head of god's penis. Nor would I trade it for another day in paradise.

Who you are is non negotiable. Who you are is not an attainment or purity. Who you are is not a gift or a lick and a promise. Who you are is your own being. The rest is dream spinning software of allure and a lore. The soul is the file of the stories. The body is the stylus. What is written is nothing more than an itch-a-sketch. You get drawn in for a drawn out affair of the heart that heads no where whilst you turn the knobs of yen and yank. Every time you try to get out, you are deeper in.

Now what are you going to do? Do you even know what you are doing or what you have done? If not, you will be pummeled about the head and should-ers, infinitely. Welcome to the MaTrix.

For the last ten years, donations to in2light, including your generosity earlier this year, have not covered the costs of the site. I have never been paid for my time. I have stayed connected to you all, delivering bon mots week in and week out, at considerable cost to moi. I watch the world for you with great expertise, great expense, and that doesn't even count the cost to my life style, so that I deliver to you as clear a reflection as I can.

I've done it because I love you. Corny, I know, but true. I love you and I hate to see you suffer. Suffering is so unnecessary in most of its perturbations. I see and listen and feel all of mine so that I can see, listen and feel all of yours. My eyes have never been shut all the way. They've been wide open for the last nine years. That, I presume, is why you come here. That is why I am valuable.

The storms, the sturm und drang, are upon us. Heaven hath no fury like this hell. If you haven't noticed by now, you will be in for a crude surprise, of the highest water. In2light is a lighthouse. It's actually now a laser house. If you find it so, and if you want to continue so, please donate.

There is nothing left of me. That's why I'm so effective, either in writing here or in consultation. I said I would write for you, if you kept me alive. You did, but not anymore. The money I have, less than a hundred as of this writing, is all that I have. This site has taken hundreds of dollars of my food money for the last two months. There is nothing left. My phone will go dead first, and won't be revivable. Then in2light's hosting will dry up and you will no longer find the lighthouse. That will happen in the week's of January unless you chip in.

For me personally, I'm quite well, but suffer from the effects of poverty. Only in recent months did it come clear what happened to me in Hawaii in February. Turns out it was a clusterfork convergence of all these lesions in my esophagus, stomach and gut blowing up (lifelong candida and other cooties that accrued along the way that were terribly exacerbated by all these years on the road trying to deliver my message to you, mobile lighthouse style) at the same time that I got kidney stoned. Without any meds and all alone, 'twas off the charts pain, along with projectile vomiting 'til i was turned inside out....... undied and unbirthed.

I came back Stateside with my wallet, the clothes I was wearing and major pain; that's it, not even a toothbrush. I've patched it together, homeless weeks included, limping along while..... killing off the gastrointestinal nightmare with sodium chlorite. I can now look down and see my dick. That's super wonderful if you are a 56 year old dude like me. I've cleared out 35 pounds off my bod, but most importantly, about twenty pounds of this parasitic crud out of my abdomen. I was a 42 waist; now I'm 34, just like my youth. I walk five to ten miles per day, some times even spritely.

The whole process has been akin to me doing my own chemotherapy. Simple, no big deal and takes extended time, but it hurts and hurts and nauseas and nauseas. I've done it alone and with no money. My dear webmaster Julia sheltered me in her home for six months. She saved my life. I haven't even been able to pay her to be webmaster, cuz there's been no donations.

She took me to the ER twice. First time they didn't see the kidney stones; second time they did. Pretty much, ya gotta ride them out. As to the what where and why of them, who knows? The MD's were as confused as always. Fortunately, the state of California (thanks Arnie) picked up the tab. I finally got a real dude who understood. He gave me a script for pain meds so that I could use to at least ride out the stones with less than deathly screaming. A client told me that she birthed twins vaginally and that her kidney stoneage was exponentially more painful, especially in the fact that there is no light at the end of that tunnel when you are in it; no kid to plop out.

About ten days ago, I lost my left kidney virginity. I've had about eight episodes of great noise with the right buddy. The first stone is the hardest, to paraphrase Cheryl Crow. That sucker was waaaaaaayyyyyy nasty, and that's with narcotic pills of considerable magnitude. I screamed like a new born babe.

Now imagine the first one I went through, without narcotics, without antinauseants, without anyone or worse, with the coldest of winds that dropped unimpeded from 13,000 feet at the peak of Maua Kea to sea level every night, rolling right into my room and killing me with coldness beyond compare, just like the Dream does every day of every nano second of every nook and cranny.

That's how I unbirthed and undied. I didn't chase the Light at the end of the tunnel. I didn't suicide and I don't suicide, but I have taken the deepest of looks at it all. The fact is that Life is suicide, it always kills itself. Now if you want to make that some wholly holy thing, go right up your head; but I say that shit sucks. I be and I choose. That's what'll get you through the dark knight of your soul proprietorship, clearing your ledger beyond the joker, to walk in the bonnie heath.

I see. I see all the way all the time. I can say, if you pay, if you play. If not, you get what you pay not for. You get your tunneled vision. You get to chase the Light that maintains your darkest daymares, your densest nightstuds, all the while trying to get to the other side of the change machine. Sister, can you spare the time.........

What I'll write for you and what I'll consult for you is this: I can show you how to come undone from the Dream. It is not done by intention, or The Secret (they had the gall to put a full page ad in the NY Times celebrating how well The Secret has done; who do you think benefited? The glass is always all empty in the Dream, but there's a full born every minute). You can undo the Dream for you by being and choosing. I've realized it and can zap your crap, if you care, if you dare, if you share.

Astrology does not matter anymore, nor does any other falderal. I use it to paint what folks can see, but it has no answers. It's the software that is questionable. You can only have been coming to read here, because you realize that. That is all I've said here for many a Moon. Meanwhile, you'all have been going deeper and deeper in2trance. If you like that, oh, it'll like you right back. I've been out of trance for a long time, despite what you might think. I've seen a lot of spite in a lot of thinking this year. It'll be coming to a maul near you any day now, if it hasn't already.

I've never bought the trance all the way. I dabbled for many a day. I tunneled, not to get to the Light, or the great wallmart of China, but to realize my own being. That is so. It is endlessly delightful. The god bliss and all the shift that peepholes spend the big bucks for, is of no compare. None. That other Shift is noise, with a little different story on top.

It doesn't matter if I live or die cuz I'm undone. It may matter to you if I live or die. I have come very close to dying only days ago, of having the life go out of this bod of it's own volition, not mine; the fire in the kidneys almost went out. In Hawaii, for days, I had death rattle breathing with my heart barely beating, and raggedly so.

I've serfed the turf my friends. I'm the real undeal, nothing special, but useful to the nth degree, if ye have eyes to see. If not, sigh and aria, through no choice but your own lack of choice. Silence, you'll find in our fascist times, our especially spiritually fascist times, that Silence is not golden. It's frozen noise and fear. Take your pick.

I'm not a Pathologist. Kill the Path. I'm a pithologist. Been pithed for years, like the frogs in biology. I got off the Path and got Pithed. If you can get pithed, you can get undone. If not, pathology, with trying to be good and get better, will be your lotto in life........ and you can win for losin'. I just don't like that anymore.

I cut through everything, I died earlier than you and lost everything earlier than you so that I can be helpful to you. Mostly what I got all year was people telling me what was wrong with me, when it was clear that they hadn't listened to a thing I said and they hadn't been in my wild and crazy neighborhood. I said at the time that what I was going through was what everyone was going to go through. People laughed at me, called me crazy and arrogant. I don't have those friends anymore. Oh, well. But what I said was true. It's all loss all the time for the next fifteen years of wild abandonment. It's dearth warmed over in the macro wave. All you ever gain is the loss of your self, and trinkets to boot. Now that the trinkets go bye bye, who ya gonna cull. People own a bag of shift, a bag of shift that never did work, but it surely worked them. Got the gumption to drop it? I dare you to your own delight. Otherwise, what I see is Pathetic mumboed jumble.

I listen to myself long before I listen to you. Listening is glistening; not is to knot. I ask people to be kindness partners now. It's engaged buddyism. Amazingly, folks don't know how, cuz they are busy knowing their way through their Pathology. The yokes on them. I'm enjoying myself and realized that the Dream sucks, and sucks you in so that you are all ways looking to get out.

Realize that you were never in it in the first place. Swallow the blues pill and spit out what you have read. Sing your song in the echo chamber. It sounds great. Blow your mind and you'll blow theirs. My intentions for manifestation of my so-called life our now coming manifest, surely finely exquisitely. I'll let you guess what they might be.

What I realized 1/1/2000, by my own direct choice, has come manifest. Now, even in the density of the swirled going down the drain, what is manifesting reflects the delight of my being. Shazzam in the Flesh Garden. In recent years I doubted that I'd see the day; but as all has died from me, what manifests is a clear reflection of my being, albeit in the fundamental house mirror. Life sucks and then you live. When you die you forget for getting another round. Worship that silliness at your own risk. I'm a player. Are you?

So here's what's happening dear ones.......

Everything is dead now. Life will look a lot like dying in myriad ways. Nothing bad is happening. It's what always happens. Born to die is tatooed on the very software. So give up on notions of getting somewhere that'll make an actual difference to suffering itself. Buddha was as deluded as Newton. Same tree, different strategy, same results. Now the gravity of the situation hits the crown chakra first and then the mind and then the bod and then the world.

These are messianic times. Messy antics. Second comings are sloppy. I say face your first coming and then get going, git 'er undone. Nothing will be the same again. But that's not the problem, except to all the trances that you cling to.

Everything will be the same again and again and again. If that don't send shivers down your spineage, you ain't even in the building. Groundhog Day was a fable. You just hog your daze while you get porked, same shit different nostril. Even Murray has been getting the bill.

Give succor more than an even break. You're gonna need it. Kindness will be the only thing that counts. You might even have the damn bumper sticker that enchanted random acts in some form of practice. Burn it now. Kindness don't work when it is practiced. I found it waaaaayyyy toooooo random this year, and the shit hadn't even hit the fans yet.

Go to hell before you are dragged there. I've told ya to get that shadow shit in2light so it can whither of it's own nonexistence. If you covered all that by striving for heaven, hellzapoppin. For most everyone, it's waaaaayyyyyyyyyyyy too late. Way. But for you, you can still end the Dream. You haven't been coming here for nuttin'.

I get around, physically and by media, much more than you do. I've been purposively seeing for fifty six years. I'm not good. I'm clear. If you just put special or reaction to special on that, that's your bullshit. It ain't special, nor am I special. It is what it is and isn't. Be, see and choose. Otherwise, you will live fifteen years of judgment daze jacking off for your second coming on the way to happy land. And we all smell you, though you don't smell your rottened self.

The new year's chart is a weirdo supremo, so down to the bone of the software. Half the planets are in warm and jolly Capricorn, our friend for the next fifteen big long ones whilst Pluto is bringing the patriarchy and power and the divine and fascism to they're knees, which will be broken and then to dust. Assets to ashes, doubts to dust.

All I've seen are folks floating down denial claiming they are happy in the pyramid scheme. Stay on that line to get egypped. The pharoah's name is Madoff, pronounced Made Off, like with all the bucks, like with your bucks. Even the capitalists can't capitalize on this one. The money is funny. Now the government owns key components of the economy. So fascistista. Now they own your money, they way you trade in your life. You can bank on that.

Maybe you actually worry about your credit rating while all around you you ignore the rating of the creditors. Can the sheep wake up to the shepherd's shear bargain? No body is in charge. It's just charge. Static, at that. Nothing flows because we choked the chicken that lays golden eggs while we beat off around the Bush. Value what is valuable to you or lose it to the grey goo.

All beliefs are now dead. Look at your self and others and see them clinging to beliefs like the baby monkey clinging to the wooden mama monkey in the psychology experiment. All beliefs and securities ever secured were the fears that they covered. I have assiduously faced all of that high and low. I saw that it was just projection of the ignorant sort, the only kind there is.

If you ignore ignorance, yours or theirs, you bought the farm, maggot's farm, to ever plow the wormy Dream, turning shit into shit for some shit reasoning that you couldn't actually articulate if you talked for ever and a daze. Besides, it's boring!

I be with what is as it is and make choices while realizing my being and unrealizing the Dream. No big deal. No effort. Minimal damage and no worshipping or enabling the damn suffering machine. End daze or armandgetiton with the fund a mental, the never ending fund. And you coulda had a Be '08......

Things are perfect for the new year, perfectly offal. All that you didn't face and flush, now rises to your every occasion. You can manifest so gorgeously, but not if you bought the Dream, like you had It. It has you. And what you will manifest is what you've all ways known. But alas and major alack, it happens to be the unknown that soldiers on, and you'll be entombed, saluting your own grave concerns, marching to the beat of fear and fatulence, full of your selfishness, lost to your being, having a Nice daze, in Stepford fashion.

It will be a Vanity Unfair however. The glossy cover melts into feats of clay. You'll proudly be left holding the bag, what you think is your bag, even though the Papacracy has a brand new bag in Capricornia, unigrammed for your imagined virtual pleasure. All those trophies you've bagged will be your baggage, through iturnity, kissing your assets and pretending that you smell good.

If you don't wake up and smell your neuroses, it will morph into psychoses. Crazy is coming down, down your beloved chakras, down the drainage, down town to brittle china town. It's all broken. All of it. I can see. But if you believe, arrogantly ignorantly, you will see nothing but broken, but you will believe it........... and then fixate on fixing it, some it that isn't you, that is refraction in a dreamscape. and you believed all the way to your heavenly hell. To have fun, you'll have to have fundamental, controls included, in an amazingly horrifying system that is out of control.

And that's the way it always is. Unget it?

The new year's chart still maintains the Uranus/Saturn opposition, which cranks us every forty years. But Saturn in Virgo goes retrograde just before new year. The crazed cracking beliefs of the brilliant ideas of the Piscean age, come down in Uranian wunderbolts that would be lightening, if only you'd dumped the belief blinders. Humanity is going retrograde all year long and for a bunch o' years. It didn't have to be that way, but folks weren't being and choosing. So now you can know it, you're wonderful beliefs in knowing come to fruition, know you're way through the broken glasses that once were half full with hopes of fulfillment. Know know know your boat ignorantly up the stream. Verily verily verily verily life is now your dream. But in Capricornia, all escape leads directly to another cell, with an expensive plan, lousy communication and wring tones for every knead.

The planets are aligned extraordinarily. They've coupled octavishly. Pluto is the higher octave of Mars, which it is conjunct. Jupiter is the higher octave of Mercury, which it is conjunct. Neptune is the higher octave of Venus, which it is conjunct. Beyond gorgeous, but out of your reach if you aren't being and choosing. Other than that, the Moon is in Pisces, representing just how depressed every one will be feeling all year and then some.

The choice is clear, but you may be not. To be is to be clear and clearly choosing. Everything else is but an effort on the Wheel, with everything you want just around the corner. Turn turn turn.

Kill what isn't you, metaphorically. Meanwhile, oh they do like war and war will be mongered. Barack too. He's pumping up corn ethanol and prepping major bullshit in Afghanistan. America is ending at the hands of Amerika. I smell Obama as part of it now, sadly I say. He's sold his sole proprietorship to the devils. Business as usual. The Hide is just tanner, hellbent for leather.

So refuse it or live like refuse.

Dump or be pumped.

Live or die trying.

Love don't count if it ain't based in being. You're gonna have love all over you that you can't scrape off, that will stink to the highest of heavens, perfuming your fuming.

All my counsel to you is direct and pragmatic. There's no time or reason to fuck around anymore. You hurt too bad, and if you don't know that right now, time will tell, you'll be clocked soon, punching in for the Job. The boils and plagues have all been prepared. All the cures no longer work, or they work enough to lead you into deeper do do. America doesn't have a health care problem. It has a care problem. It starts with you. Do you care about you? I guarantee that no one else will when it counts. That's not a curse. That's the way it is, unless you undo it.

I'm your kindness partner in engaged buddyism. If you don't share with me, I won't be sharing with you. This will be the last time I write here, either because the site is dead or I am dead, unless folks share with me. I'm not in control. But you are. I'd like to see you out of that suffering. Be and choose. Come play with me. There's a remarkable amount of delight to foster effortlessly. Play beyond the pen. Play as though your life depended on it.

Thanks and be well,
Mark

Mark Herbert Krueger
mark@in2light.com
310.717.3671 http://www.in2light.com/

Happilicious Thanksharing To You All

November 25, 2008

The other day an astronaut lost her bag of tools. It floated away as she said: "Great." Our Tube, Down the. The cheese has been sliding off the cracker for some time. Now comes the crumby part. The Great Disintegration. It all flies during the Mayan Drain Spiral. Segration>Integration>Disintegration........ all in a matter of weeks or months, just like the markets/commodities. Now you see it; now you see half of it. Do think folks feel half empty or half full.............? Do you think they've discovered The Secret?

From 1980 to presently, the financial industry's percentage of the stock market went from five percent to almost twenty five percent. See the Bubble. See what a big Bubble it is. We spent mucho phoney baloney. It works. Placebo Kachingo. Until it don't. It worked for a long time. Big Do leads to Big Don't. Don't a tello Versace, capeche?

Pluto leaves Sagittarius and enters Capricorn on 11/26 at 6:05 pm PST. There it shall voyage for about fifteen of the most awfulwonderful years you're ever gonna experience. Thanksgiving morn, Uranus goes direct in Pisces along with a New Moon in Sagittarius. All planets are direct until Saturn goes retrograde on New Year's Eve morning. Such patches are uncommon. We have a few ahead of us in 2011,12,16,17. I've only seen one client plus myself in all these years with charts that have all planets direct. With the odd timing of this direct patch, it'll feel just like that bag of space tools leaving your orbit.

So > get on with Direct. All the wigglings are coming off. Everything is coming off, especially vast fields of fear, loss and abandonment. All control is out of control. Everyone is scrambling to put it back on, but alas and a whole lotta lack, that won't work, but it will work you to your own bones unless you choose beyond that.

We've all been takin' to the Would Shed. Now we'll see how realized are the projections of the mind and how realized is one's being. For those not being, or for those areas in which your being is obscured, it will be judgment daze. Already this year, the clang of doors has been steady. For all who clang in control, the bellicose tolls for thee. People are closing in as they think they are closing out. Now the demons of unbridged bardos howl unweaned, nipping at their tucks. How tidy is the tail, the karmuppance in Capricorn land.

If you haven't thrown your precious in mount doom, the gollums on you. It's lonely at the schtup. You've gained greatly, and your still at a Loss. Have you a Greed? Be kindly or your kind will be met by like kind and you ain't gonna like that.

I've begun engaging folks as my Kindness Partners. We agree to be kind to each other. It's like throwing away the Pledge. No shineola, just being there for someone. No big deal, not even a deal. I be and I choose. Merrily merrily gently as the stream goes down.

So I wish you all a Happilicious Thanksharing to you and yours. You've been kind and generous to me this year, and I could not be here without you! May you have a....
  Givelicious
    Thanksifyin'
      Motherthankin' Fatherlovin'
        Gobblegaggle.

For Blessed be
  The Gravymakers.
    For they grease our palms and palates.

Blessed be
  The WeCan Pie.
    For the sweet support in our circle.

Blessed be
  All Green Being's CareforSouls.
    For Union rings atop it all.

Blessed be
  Those that better us with Their Cleanup.
    For their Slate shall be clear to enjoy the Great Leftovers.

Blessed be
  The turkeys who are now dead.
    For we will remember you not.

Blessed be
  Our Pilgrimage
    That we be unbuckled and go native.......

Merci Recoup!

Mark Herbert Krueger
mark@in2light.com
310.717.3671
http://www.in2light.com/

Standing On Our Own Feats, Too

November 18, 2008

We don't have a leg to stand on, but we're in good hands.

We are experiencing the gravity of our situation. What went up, came down. In fact, what we are seeing is that gravity leads us in an endless extensive fall, round and round, as yin orbits yang, orbitfully. While we were kissing our assets, we've regained our common scent. That's why it stinks!... and that's the Wheel for ya......

Meanwhile, we suffer from Virtualism. Nothing is real except the nothing that people make real. Ain't nothin' solid anymore. Certainly patience is not a Virtual. Peephole swing from one trance pole to another as they monkey around. We lack common value based on simple humanity and daily living. Instead, we are screened and winnowed into bins of labelia, exchanged as we make our market in life. The Virtual is worshipped as the Vesicle Piscean, the DreamCacher. Projection is all that matters. Thus are your Matters depressed, hurting, coiled and repressed.

Soon putsch will come to shove. The Rabblution has begun. The dumbest common denominator will lay low the mighty high. Kulture has fallen flat and ignorance reigns. The Obamanation is facing this Wall. He will not ignore. He sees and speaks. If we listen to ourselves, we will act. That's leadership. Bravo young man.

Michelle Obama has made a wonderful commitment to the DC community, which has been overlooked for a century and a half. That's leadership. Brava young woman.

The Prez, O'man, says that what he wants for his girls four years from now is that "they remain who they are." That's my kind of Prez. That's my kind of man and daddy. That's how I live.

The Haves got halved. The Have Nots are now to have.

It's Our Winter of Discount Tent.

The Supreme Court just fucked the Cetaceans. They oughta be Whaled on! Let the Jonas Brothers beat the old cocksuckers to a Nantucket pulp. Moby should be wailing on the steps of the Court. The Sea shall have her revenge mateys.......

Iceland sold its medical genealogy records of its entire populace in 1998. http://www.grain.org/seedling/?id=6 Aren't we weirder than weird? Science has gotten like Papal madness centuries ago. Who's going to nail the 95 feces on the Church door this time?

I watched the farcical film Monkey Business with Cary Grant the other day. (maybe he really was with me....) In it, he takes mad potions that hep him up teen age style. Years later in the Sixties, he liked to ingest LSD. Cary never took things for Granted.

Harper's magazine's Oct. '08 Findings column reflects what I've seen over decades of work with people: "Economists established that American women start out life happier than American men but die sadder, and that the men overtake the women in happiness at age forty-eight."

We need Enola Gay Marriage - Nuclear Family Fusion. That's the balm.

Aliens will land in Brazil. It's all about the flag. None other like it.

Bill Maher referred to the gay blog pundit Dan Savage as: Joe Fudgepack. I love that Maher'd vision and his funny boner.

"Want to be part of it tonight?" Please read about the Tuba Man. This is what I mean by Invocation. Tuba Man invoked being, living, the passionata of daily abiding, dudes. May he rest in wild abandon....

One time I saw Artis the Spoon Man perform at Seattle's Bumbershoot Festival World Music drum percussion finale. Also on stage was the great tabla player, Zakir Hussain who I consider the finest being I have ever met. His music has taken me deeper and farther than any spiritual teacher. He is a man of true grace.

Artis plays the spoons on his body. At the end of performance, he is bloodied. He is so bloody good, so true hearted as a musician, that at the end of his solo, Zakir bowed deeply to him in the recognition that this humble busker Played. That's for me!

I'll talk to you next week about next week. It's the uncorker that we've awaited.

Obama has spoken of our Oil dilemma as a cycling of Trance to Shock to Trance. The dude can see and speak.

We've been on the path of leased resistance. Why be so contracted?

Queen Elizabeth I was from outer space. Cate Blanchett reveals it.

We've only valued money. Now we have too much of it, without actual living values. Money chases what is valueless as everybody moves to Lost Wages. We are not worthy......

Why isn't it called the United Queendom, the UQ. Got a nice ring to it with a James Bond tie-in. Judi Dench for Primo Minister!

I've decided to announce My Precedency 2008

Mark Herbert Krueger's
My Precedency 2008

• Tax owned wealth only.
• Property cannot be owned. It can only be stewarded.
• (Unemploy Joe the Plumber) Compost toilets only!
• Guarantee the privacy of electronic funds or take the restraints off of cash.
• The Dollar will be tied to this Standard: One Hour of Human Labor. It never changes and requires no tyranny of gold.
• Enslaving or killing of mammals, birds and fishes is illegal. It's a start....
• Duly convicted rapists and murderers lose their genitals, hands, eyes and tongue. Joyfully, they are allowed to listen.
• Everyone is registered automatically and voting is clearly easy.
• Ban weapons of any destruction.
• Children are adults with full rights. Fetuses are not.
• Pleasure is fully legal.
• Punishment is illegal.
• Illegalities are faced locally until behavior shifts.
• Health is supported.
• Quiet is a right.
• So is play.....

Mark Herbert Krueger for Precedent.

Mark Herbert Krueger
mark@in2light.com
310.717.3671
http://www.in2light.com/

We Are Overcome

November 11, 2008

We're all veterans, one way or many. The wars have been long and languished. Many have died for cause, for others, for us. Blessed be the peacemakers.

We are overcome. The shift, personal and collective, has left folks unreeling, if ya know what I mean. The undertows and overtones are cosmic, karmic and tectonic. Soooooo, if you feel disoriented, you are.

The Poles have shifted. It's what I've said for a long time around the supposed Earth changes. I saw those predictions as too dense. California fell off the continent years ago! These shifts happen in the collective unconscious much more than in the material, especially as we let go of ignorance. We are undensifying.

Now, the Whitehouse has become the Blackhouse. There is to be clarity in leadership. I'm rolling in my own grave, with delight. The Poles have shifted and we feel turvy topsy. I'm not saying that fairy dust has made it all better. I'm saying that we are meeting the Brave New World with courage, inside and outside, day by day.

We're on the Laser's Edge. We see it in Barack. He reflects us. That is a tectonic surprise to me. I didn't know we had it in us, yet. And we may not, in the sense that the to's and fro's always have their way. The sway will not be a nay however. These are leap tides of great proportion. There's a reservoir of Doom that is yet draining. Not cuz I said so. You can see it. We've had the piles. And as flow happens, well... shit happens, instinkfully for awhile. It's decrapitude.

Full Moon is Full Twang on the 12th in Scorpio/Taurus, square to the Moon's Nodes. These can be more potent than eclipses. Everyone is feeling Cross. The wave of economic crunch is now hitting home. We've got a big Hope and a big Hopeless.

The Saturn-Uranus opposition of Election Day morn was a peak experience. We'll have more of those for the next two years. They will lastly oppose after Uranus moves through the end of the Zodiac into Aries. It's all coming and going for many a year. Don't get used to it, or by it. Use it. You can, you will. It's a very rough ride, if ya make it all real. You be real, and let the Play play out.

We're all bowling for calm divine....

USA Today had a great post election map of all the counties that voted more or less Democrat, compared to Kerry in 2004. It perfectly outlines the Bible Belt that still holds the deep racism. It's a belt of counties that voted more than seven percent less for Obama than Kerry, in an election when Bush is loathed and the economy is Depressionesque. Some of it could be accounted by demographic shifts, but not to this degree. The belt runs from OK into AR, through TN and up into KY with a tinge into WV. There's a sub belt running from Gulf TX, LA and into the panhandle of FL.

We've really come a long way, with a considerable way to go yet. I sure miss having black friends. All of that seemed to fade after the Seventies. We're all in the blender together from here on.

If I were rich, I'd buy Iceland.

Hungry Planet is a wonderful tome that shows how alike we are with all of our differences. I think that's brilliant. Yum!

Let's get the buddy back in buddha.

I love George Carlin. As you can tell, he was one of my teachers. Yesterday was the Mark Twain Awards ceremony to honor him. The Hippie Dippie Weatherman was mighty proud. Here's his last interview before passing:

Bring back the ninety minute movie.

Just for a year, really, let's make it women and children first. The next year, men get a year's vacation. Then we'll be fine.

Lodgings should not be speculative, whether Planet or Home. Men invent this shit. Knock it off.

This is why I like the Web. The other day I thought: I've never heard of a horse killed by lightning. But in a googley flash.

The Ohio State School for the Blind marching band was on 60 Minutes Sunday. I loved seeing all the folks without sunnies. Their eyes are wonderfully expressive. You can see how aqueous their humor is, the twinkle. Really delightful. They're going to be in the Rose Parade in 2010. I also heard on television, but couldn't find a link, about a girl who contracted leprosy in America, and is doing her school science project on her disease. I love these stories of people being their selves and the world letting them be.

This is a hell of a film: Our Daily Bread It shows how food is processed. Not pretty, nor beautiful. If you want to meditate on: we are what we eat, check this out. I so appreciate people looking deeply at what is as it is. Then we can make choices without shadow.

The voters have decided that marriage is not gay. Duh. It hasn't been gay for as long as I can remember. Gay folks may just bring the gayness back to it. I say leave marriage to the godmongers. It's their bone to gnaw. Civil unions need a new name, something sexy.

Let's try some........ Tie the nut. Wedlings. Lesbeings. People who love each other and want to support each other incorporated. Mergettes. CoHunks. Balls in Chain. Lovekins. Klingons. Klingwiths. Klingkies. Uniks. Moorage. BestFuckersForever. Sharekeepers. Honeyidos. Belovicators. Miners in Possession. Homogenites. Samezies. And my vote: Mawage, ala Princess Bride.

We're going from hierarchical to lateral/connected. Barack understands this. He's a Lincoln Intercontinental. He's taking us from diverse to universe.

Mark Herbert Krueger's
Words of Whizdung - sixy time

• Old age is dentured servitude.
• Palin for Nomeland Security.
• All on a Path are lost to it, unable to wander in the wonder.
• Have mercy, give mercy.
• Fascists bundle fears.
• Those Krazy Koans: What is the sound of one pope shitting in the woods?
• Foe is faux.
• A second has gotten to be a long time.
• Life is kookie and then it crumbles.
• Gay guys think inside the bun... the other Wendy's.
• What did the Pope say when he sneezed? Bless me.
• Oh go all ye faithful.
• Paris Hilton has a vacancy.
• I wanna see Pope Idol for the next one.
• Symbiosis has been replaced by singed biosis.
• It's called Heavin because you are thrown up into the after life.
• I used to believe in the afterbirth.
• Babies are dying to get here.
• A dick in time saves whine.
• Never give a sucker an even lick. Isn't that odd?
• There's no U in team.
• Change the name from Congress to Progress, or call it the Capital.
• Sitting kisses butt.
• We are a carbonated, base life form.
• Cults have sects appeal.
• Marching to one's own drummer is deafening.
• Tennis is most courtly.
• Whatever happened to Put a Donut On Your Dick Day?
• This culture is Monic Oppressive.
• I'm being followed by an ishadow.
• Next summer, treat the kids to bobbing for zucchini.
• Un is the loneliest number.
• Stop eating wild things!
• My next couch is going to be sexional.
• Live by the Hokey Pokey, die by the Hokey Pokey.

Mark Herbert Krueger
mark@in2light.com
310.717.3671
http://www.in2light.com/

We've Gone Aquarian, Unmastered Unslaved

November 5, 2008

Yes, I say: We've Gone Aquarian, Unmastered Unslaved! Can I get a witness? Let my people be! Nothing owed. Nothing held. Free at first. Free at first. Unthank the Lords almighty. Always free. Always free.

What a beautiful leader and family in our Blackhouse! I'll write more in the days to come. The eldest daughter is a star incarnate. I'd vote for Michelle, too. If they bump off the O'man, she's got my vote. Sorry Hillary; you're time will come. You're the John Adams in this deal. You lead with all the Founding Mothers, Palin included. The Pi is not squared. We aren't bisectual and you are bisexual and let's embrace and allow the circle unbroken, indivisible, with weirdness and justice for all.

We're post nigger and we're post bitch. We can't get over it. It'll burn. But we are beyond it. We are a post nigger and post bitch society.

Now, can we handle the ending of oppression of the poor and the planet?

Undrill Babies Undrill!

Being first. Love second. Community third. Sports team fourth. Country fifth.

I hope Al Franken wins so we can have Senate Night Live. We need a fool who knows he's a fool.

Palin just whined about how unfair the media was to her, that she majored in communications..... I remember that she couldn't even name a newspaper that she reads. Gotcha media is called reality. Pop your everlovinwhitebubble SnowQueen. Al Qaeda just might have Gotcha, too. Your Palin comparison. So shut up and get to work. You could actually be of and for the people, but you're Fundamentally Right, thus you wrongify like all fundamentalists do. Burn your sacred bushes and get real. You are the real deal, so deal real, or just get to heaven for Christ's sake and ours.

I see that Sen. Stevens of Alaska may win. They'll hammer on him to step down and then they'll put SnowQueen in. She's so Oily. Slicker than the dickers....... Or.... let her run for Premier of Canada, ay? U betcha, hockey mom!

We've suffered Capitol/Capital punishment for too long. I vote for Capitol/Capital pleasure.

McCain really does know the depths of loss. He has that deep and true graciousness that showed in his runner-up speech. May he be knocked loose from the dark machine and get really mavericky. There wasn't a better man to carry to carry this loss, and it's a massive loss for the machine. So carry Goldwater and chop Bretton Woods, white haired dude. We love ya.

Ya can't fight shitty hell.

Have mercy, give mercy. I want black men out of prisons. Everything about it is still slavery. No more chains. There's much amending and healing to do. Shun shunning. This is our rock and hard place. Time to face it.

Let us realize that we are not in Loss, at the same time that we realize that we are not in Gain! The trouble with tribbles and capitalism and totalitarianism and spirituality and humanity is the unremitting being-leaved belief projections of Gain, which are driven by unconscious, unprocessed experiences of Loss.

Now Hear this: No Gain, No Pain

We can choose to UnGain, to hang with the homeys and actually get to know them, instead of co-consuming trancefully inside of the machine.

Choose instead of Gain. Choose instead of Loss. Choosers are little beggared.

Obama walks like an Egyptian. Akhenaton. Much more will be revealed about that.

I'm a white man who was born and raised til third grade on the south side of Chicago, where I went to Eberhart School. John C. Reilly is an alumni. I rode the El with black people, and longed for them. Some Sunday mornings I woke before my family so I could turn on the television to watch the electronic opening of the day on my portal to the world. All night long the image of a Native American carried the Image (though greatly tested and banned), then Out of the Box, upon a dark field, there was a beam from on high. My Mammy came in2light........ the being that saved my soul during those dark nights of my childhood, for years, in my heart, in my body, in my emotional intelligence was and is Mahalia Jackson. Please listen.....

Sisters and Brothers and Malcolm X and Oprah Winfrey and Muhammad Ali and Black Panthers and Martin Lutheran King and my dead racist grandpa whose precious middle name I proudly carry and all the fallen in New Orleans and Robert Johnson and Bill Cosby and Rosa Parks and Bird Parker and every black mother who carried on and every black father who managed through every kind of prison and Jack Johnson and motherfucking Miles Davis and Louis Armstrong and Jessica Violet Raymer and Mandela and Mandela and Mandela and by Mother Lucy's teat and James Brown's high hair...... including, and for every Jennifer Hudson........... the Walls come tumblin' down..... sing it loud and sing it proud....

That's all I have to say about that.

Mark Herbert Krueger
mark@in2light.com
310.717.3671
http://www.in2light.com/

Time for the Tricked to Be Treated.....Well Well Well

October 29, 2008

This will be the most awesome Halloween of all time.

Fundamentalists are absoluters. Their time has come.... to end. Let them have their unjust Ends and Meaness to their selves. They can spend their daze praying, rather than preying.

Sarah Silverman kicks crazy ass with her family values: "I tell my niece every time she loses in tag, an angel gets AIDS."

In the new government of Marshall Law and Order, McCain will be the Head White Person. Palin will be Secretary of Secretaries, doubling as Ambassador to Nome.

Imagine the Palin book deal.

Obama... He Kenya'll! The Afri can! But can an African-American be a black American? He settled that by paying his dues in Chicago.

Mayor Daley in 1968 called the protesters Terrorists. It's the fascist buzz word.

The September issue of National Geographic is down and dirty. Humans are great at soiling ourselves and our planet. In fact, one of our greatest disasters, is the unsoiling of our planet. The precious skiff of topsoil on this blue ball is what sustains us. We've already lost the square footage of tillable soil the size of all of North America. Death becomes us, n'est pas?

Isn't this what were all doing lately?.......

Of all things, I watched Frank Zappa's 200 Motels the other night til three in the morn. It was on Turner Classic Movies. I had read some years ago that it had been lost. I was amazed to see it appear; apparently the original master is gone.

It is not the most recommendable film. You had to have been there. It is unique in that it brought videography to movie making in a big way. Also, Zappa is a genius, indulgently so, and that's its own fascination. But what delighted me so, was that I hadn't seen it since spring break 1972 when it came to a fine theater in Ann Arbor, Michigan.......

I was nineteen, had no place to go for that week, stayed in the mostly empty dorm and proceeded to take LSD for eight days in a row while going to watch multiple showings per day of 200 Motels. That'll but some bees in your bonnet..... and lead you to being, if you're wired intentfully and adventurously as I am.

I never thought I'd see it again. To see it again was.... trippy. I remembered only about half of it. Can you imagine? I saw it psyche wiiiiiiiide open for probably two dozen showings in full impression mode....... I was there for the warmth and the pretty colors and outrageous sounds...... just like being in a body, a baby body when you launch into the phantasmogoriness of it alllllllll.

So thanks Frank. Thanks for being fun and frank. The musica was fanstastica! I'm also a big friend of Captain Beefheart who dismantled word and music in ways that opened all Word and Sound. He and Frank, the oddest of the odd, grew up together in the desert in SoCal. That would've been my kind of study hall.......

Here's a wondrous fella with a prostate of kevlar: Isn't it amazing that we get all these amazing stories in amazing abundance? Maybe we're getting over our prurient interest in bad news? Maybe it can just be news.

Oh, that election thing........ Obama by landslide with mammoth coattails. He's the hardest working man in politickin'. Well done young man! I am so proud of you and your clarity. Praise be and pass the support. They'll assassinate him after the election, after we take the full hope bait and swallow.

McCain will get cancered to death sooner than later. Biden, too. I say Oprah for VP. I want a full Blackhouse. That's what I'm calling it after he wins. Palin is a mad star. She's a media star, not a politician. It's highly likely that politicians will never be president again, just media stars. Puppets...... Pipettes. So, it wouldn't surprise me if she was Prez2012. She can host Armandgetiton. Lovely.

The Dalai Lama carries such a load..... We're going to be losing all the old wise ones very soon. HH, Mandela, Bishop Tutu, Thay and on...... We'll never see the like again. We couldn't be, as we are, without them. Time to live it rather than worship it. They wouldn't have it any other way. If you are sore of heart and would like your heart to soar..... find your way to a film I caught on the Doco channel called Mr. Mergler's Gift.

I live by the gift and share my gifts here. Would you like to gift me back? I'm beyond the Ail now. The doc who I saw for my recent kidney stonings gave me my full wellness star. I build strength and endurance while looking to get with vehicle in order to make my way in life again. Onwards with delight.

Mark Herbert Krueger's
Words of Whizdung - Cinco de Maya

• Palin's Secret - Looking Stunning and Steno at the same time.
• A prevert is weird before their time.
• Dubya has always been dubbed.
• I'm efficiently lazy. It plays for me.
• Obama for Precedent!
• Hope is fear turned inside out.
• Fear is hope turned inside out.
• The gods are never angry, but often flatulent.
• E = mc hammered
• Justice is often JustUs.
• There never was ever.
• What goes up must go around and therefore down.
• As ye are controlled, so shall ye control.
• Confusious sez - He who does not know Whole in Ground, is an ass.
• Clocks don't tell time. They lie in it.
• The man is child to the woman.
• Don't let your fun schway.

Mark Herbert Krueger
mark@in2light.com
310.717.3671
http://www.in2light.com/

Obamanation

October 22, 2008

What extraordinary times. Fascist Franco's mass graves are being opened in Spain. It's revelation times. We live in a time when we can see the shadow, the Dark Matters, the Dark Energies. No quantum leap is required. Be with what is as it is.

The McCainiacs think that their losing will be an Obamanation.

Bill Maher, the Maherbro Man, had a great line about the border reactionaries: Xeno Evil

I'm a Santanist. We're devilishly kind.

Hussein? Obama. Whonotsane? McCain.

Maverick is a shitty little car, with charms.

The Rapepublicans are exercising their demeanocracy by committing crassination.

I want to create media that puts the muse back in amusement.

For new light on the election, use votive candles.

I've never said that I wanted to be governed.

In this mad, Puretan monoculture, it's bad to feel good and good to feel bad.

The Rapepublicans believe they are being black maled. Who's the warden now you godsuckers?

As to Tom "Auto" Cruise and his psychiatry/scientology comparisons....... here's mine.

DiaGnosis = Seeing and speaking with forked tongue.
DiaNetics = Tonguing and forking with seeing and speaking.

All tension is building to Election Day. Uranus and Saturn go opposed that morning. The last time they did this was early 1967, the summer of love. This year the planets are reversed in the same Signs. Who's the master and who's the slave? We've come full circle. Let's see what the love does now during our winter of discount tent.

It's Scorpio time as the Sun enters therein this evening. Get down. get dirty. Loosen up where you're collared. Break the rules and the roles. Wake up in your karmic ruts and choose freely. There has never been a better time to unload in every way!!! You are not a returd. Shit and get off the plot. Keep yourself composted, if you want to grow a rich future....

Here's a film I missed. The Land Girls. Let me encourage you....... The feminine is forefronting, with its feats well grounded. We are witnessing the foreplay of our Founding Mothers. We go girls, with you......

Also, consider taking some time with this fine piece of work. The Fountain. This film deserves to be re-release! It's so important, archetypally, to choose the date when a film lands. Timing determines how it is received, how the film's download is received. The Fountain would connect with a much greater audience if it was released again in 2009. It surely beats the constant drivel the oozes out every Friday at the multiplop.

I love the two Babe movies, everything about them. One major tickle is the narrator, the late, great Roscoe Lee Browne. When I hear his voice, everything is right with the world.

2009 is going to be an awesome tennis year.

Mark Herbert Krueger's Words of Whizdung - fore!

• "As a result of kareeza, Jesus already had his second coming." - The Magdalene
• In the Modern Xtian Church, the Modern Jesus offers: The Second Helping.
• Ben is Affleckeded.
• Howard Stern is a ship's ass.
• Everybody is queer on the inside. That's why they call it out.
• You can't raise consciousness. Conscious is conscious. You raze ignorance.
• Rubber before you get ducky.
• I find diamonds under my pillow, thanks to the truth fairy.
• Do gooders make ya bad, cuz that's how they were made good.
• The miracle of the loaves and fishes: no dishes.
• Suffering is the sound of one hand scratching.
• Palin is bush.
• Two onces make a twice.
• Easy come, easy glow.
• This is economic oppression, not depression.
• Would you like whine or bier, with your depression?
• We have a bad case of everything, because we haven't faced nothing.
• Idolness is the devil's workshop.
• McCainiacs say the same stuff over and over again: ReVerse.
• America thinks it's going some place while stuck in Idol.
• ReChoice oh ye of ladled faith!
• Mooning is aholeogram.
• You pay through your knows.
• Aloha backwards is Ahola, giving stink eye awhole new dimension.
• For every reaction, there is an unequal and opposed Rapepublican.
• Babies smell good cuz they just arose.

(xxx rated warning, do not read beyond these lines.)

• Dicks come in two colors, pearl and off white.
• It's hard to keep a breast these days.
• The Missionary position is incorrectly represented.
• You know you're fucked, if karma suitsya.
• Pussiness is next to godliness. That cleanliness thing was a mistake.
• A baby is fucked into existence.
• When sleeping with hubby and silence is golden....... Snorgasm.
• Manses is worse than menses.
• Douche treat: when the man buys at the drugstore.
• If shit happens, why aren't we flush?

Mark Herbert Krueger
mark@in2light.com
310.717.3671
http://www.in2light.com/

Abide!

October 16, 2008

McCain wants us all to be prisoners of War.

The Rapepublican's McCainiac rallies are papered with signs saying: "Country First". That's fascism.

In Blue Bell, PA this week, McCain snidely mentioned that Obama wanted to "spread the wealth around". The audience booed in agreement. The Fascinistas want nothing to due with equitable income distribution. They are a gloriously gated community.

During one speech, the Prisoner of War spoke of his interment. He said he would "never let hopelessness in again." Therein lies the problem. He never fully faced it. He just stuffed it down. Thereby, he can't really abide other people's hopelessness.

Barack simply got a well deserved scholarship entree into the money IV league. He was poor, and even recently his family struggled some. He knows hopelessness. He can embrace it rather than run from it. He is not from a gated community. He may be joining it now..... we shall see.

Fascinista culture vanitizes, sanitizes and normifies. This culture has been malled.

At another McCain rally, he said: "Americans fight". The crowd carried on for some time chanting "Fight. Fight." McCainiacs all the way. The Senator's broken wings drive him to re-arm. His loose canon will only beget a bigger DeFence Dept. Diplomacy is dead in Amerika. Long live the Kingdom. Infidels be damned.

W should've been called Y. Bamaman can be X. McCain is Zzzz.

The eagle has flown.... Sometimes you have to go to the mountain and jump......

When Marlon Brando died, he requested that his cremated ashes be mixed with his best friend Wally Cox. Isn't life and Marlon endlessly weird?

This is corny and I liked it. Aledo, Texas voted Kristen, a girl with Downs Syndrome, to homecoming queen. Downs is up these days. Right on.

These Rod things are quite interesting. It's amazing what you can see out of your peripheral vision. More is being revealed every day. The videos most amazing world.....

Allow me to encourage you to watch this Picasso film: Sex Death and Magic be its title. The man really brought it through. I am only beginning to fathom anything about he and his work. Cinema is such a gift in our time....

Pablo Picasso said something that you may find helpful: "I do not seek. I find."

If you'd like a full shot of crystalline bonvivance.... Sounds like they're going to be flooded and dissolved. So it goes these days......

This looks to be a terrific product that will revolutionize how we build. Energy from energy, not by digging matter out of the dream and burning it.

I invite you to check out a wonderful tome that touches myriad facets, in a facile way, about the great state of KaliFornia.... The Visionary State. Here's a couple of quotes (there's loads of fine photos, too): Robinson Jeffers, the great and odd poet, dwelt in this meaningladen stone cabin in Carmel. In his later years, his vision was dark, but maybe still appropriate: "the dance of the / Dream-led masses down the dark mountain." This, too, apropos I reckon, by that Gestaltin' Fritz Perls at Esalen, a place worth visiting indeed: "Lose your mind and come to your senses." And one more from Jeffers, in regards to the great state of Kali, applicable to Esalen and the Left Coast in general, he called the region "the verge extreme". Quite. That's why I'm here and keep looking beyond. It seems we're all on the Verge.

Lately, in our cycling, we were on the Vergeo to the equinoxical Libra lands from which we are now cusping into the escorpment of the warm, moist delta of Scorpio. Take me to the river, wash me in the water...... Let it flow, please let it flow, in all areas of your life. Don't fight the tsunami. If ya wanna fight, fight for your being, and not even where you stand, cuz shift is happening.

Mercury is direct. Nothing big is happening except the grindiose drama of Saturn and Uranus building to opposition. We have odd echoes to the last occurrence in 1967ish. Saturn and Uranus were in the same Signs then, but reversed from now. You can see the reverbs of hope and hopelessness, the big stakes, racism, bleeding foreign wars, the impending sturm und drang.

Why not a Winter of Love? Be, be with the ones you love, be with the hate and ignorance. Be and see. Be and let be.

I wish you all warm and fuzzies......

Mark Herbert Krueger's
Words of Whizdung - thrice is nice

In Hollywood, you get this film on your eyes.

I like it when I hear the word persiflage.

Sheep praise the Shepherd.

The elderly have trouble moving their bowels, because they forgot where they put them.

Fundamentalists oughta practice safe sects.

Mooning the moon is wrong.

Things suck when you don't exhale.

Serial killers are really bashful.

Returds do the same shit over and over again.

By thy money, shall ye be controlled.

Who wants Family Values anyway? Families are generally fucked. If families had real values, they'd be with each other instead of the stealthsnitchery controlism that passes for living in this stupified nono kulture. Intelligence is on Idol.

As you get older, it doesn't matter if you're number one or number two, cuz it all Depends.

Vote for yourself.

Electile dysfunction isn't any better with Lieagra, though the jelly in KY is renowned.

They never give succor an even break. For that they will pay.

For the opening of every petal, the world rejoices.

It's baby bloomers, you idiots. Mark Herbert Krueger
mark@in2light.com
310.717.3671
http://www.in2light.com/

Leverage Is a Money Squandered Thing

October 10, 2008

How fare thee mateys? Has the slumpire called you out? Or are ye safe at home? One's balls feel as though they have no base. It's our winter of discount tents. The loan arrangers writhe again. Lo, thy silver. Away!

Chemo ain't savvy right now. Worry unknot. It's just a walk down diseasy street. Take neither the red or the blue ill. God was going to give us an allowance, but we failed biology. Evertheless, do we really need another Crash course in eekonomics? Could we be seeing the death of sprawlmart? Maybe we can get our green back, instead of the fall's profit's greedbacks.

This is how the cookie really crumbles these days. Mother has tossed her cookies, our cookies............, she's hurled. For cries' sake, what will the sufferers of NoMunchiesIntheHousen syndrome do.......???!*#?

Lest this all be an echo in your depression grate, lest you contemplate sewerside, remember the Yodal yodeler. I mourn with my soon to be best friend Roger Federer. Cheeses love us, this I know, for the bible plated so. This hymn-enthraller Swiss dipped deep for the fun doings in life. The song he's famous for is about as boring as you can get, but it's the cheesiness that counts.

It's no wonder the politics seem dirtier today. Mr. Clean has perished. Women actually got off on him, back in the daze. His name was House Peters. The Handyman can.....

This fellow is dull and accurate. That's what we need. Thanks David.

There's no floe in this polar Bear market. Iceland, the country itself, along with it's lava hot beverage of leveraged banks, has melted. Sinko de Octobero. What would Bjork do? and I'm serious!

Wring around what owns ye
Your pockets only scorn thee
Ashes Ashes, It all falls down.

Even when you just try to park it in these trouble times, the walls straight tumble down. Crestfallen, indeed.

Can ya hear the spurs, in our winter of discount tent? It's the sound of Broke Bank Mountin'? The Anal Reviews just might stink a little. The bottom line got spanxed. Since Cutrina, our banks have underflowed. We sink whole, down to our last assets. The Fascinistas, crack specialists that they are, want to wipe the wrinkles from our lump sums..... with injections of buttocks. Like that shit'll hit the fantasy....

Our Stephanie kicks ass.This Gold Medalist in Discus met W this week. She said he has soft hands, which I loved, but the real corker: she then said: "Good lotion." That's W's legacy. He jerked off and stayed on top of the tissues. We're in good hands with Uber Alles State.

Don'tchya feel like you're trying to catch a falling knife?

The McCainiac is a loose cannon. He wants to play spin the battle.

Thank God, the Germans are rearming! More hugs mein herr?

Joe Biden's real name is BiteEm. The Rapepublicans are Palin comparison.

Martin Scorcese's secret name is Martin ScoresEasy.

Now that the colder weather is coming, perhaps you're feeling Holidaisy...

A Desk Full of Failures

by Mark Herbert Sebastard Bucks

Oh, calm, all ye Stockful
Tapped and Insolvent.
Oh calm ye, oh calm ye, as best you can.

Sing choirs of angles
Sing in defaultation.
Oh calm, let us backdoor them
Oh calm, let us backdoor them
Oh calm, let us backdoor them
For Chrysler and Ford.

Bush has now given India carte blanche on nukes, at the same time he is invading Pakistan on a regular basis. Get the picture? Years ago I wrote of the Oil Curtain. Iraq, soon Iran, Afghanistan, soon Pakistan, and oila! The Chinese are checkered. War mongers.

Did you know that Christchurch, New Zealand is Antipodal to Northwest Spain? The Web is a wonder. You can find where the "China" will be when you dig straight down at the beach.

Tungdwitega is Olde English for Astrologer. All puns intended.

The New Kumari has arrived. That old one was old. The princess goes into her pubae stage on the way to a betterfly. Goddess undammed.

For chyrsalis sake, may you fly better, too. The stars continue on their immortal coil. Mercury goes direct on the fifteenth, but more of the same is in store. Fear is becoming terror firma. War has begun, within America itself, within Americans their selves. War is all the rage. Putsch comes to chauvinism. Til dearth do us part....

Considering that you may have lost all of your gravyty, I offer you another installment of levity. May the leaden be turned into golden.

Mark Herbert Krueger's Words of Whizdung - second to dung

• Palin is a Hickey Mom
• Dr. Bronner was the 1.5 coming of Christ, thereby proving that Cleanliness is a distant cousin to Godliness.
• Amerika's New Amendment: The Arms to Bear Right
• Australia: The Next Life, Down Yonder
• It's an Ether Oar situation.
• We're up shift creek, without a Poodle!
• Seeing is seeing. Believing is seeing through the not whole.
• War poisons the well.
• People have gotten so cold, soon we'll reach Absolute Fearo.
• No more presidential debate. I want a Presidential Rebate!
• Don't cave in. Fire in the whole.
• The Scam floats to the top.
• For every action, there is an unequal and opposed reaction.
• Columbus discovered people to kill.
• America's Post Columbian civilization is uncivilized.
• Money is the Route 666 of all evil.
• Stupid is as stupid is was.
• The W stands for wicked.
• The ass is always leaner on the other side of the fence.
• The family that eats together, in Alaska, forks together.

Mark Herbert Krueger
mark@in2light.com
310.717.3671
http://www.in2light.com/

Two Doubts Equal a Debt

October 4, 2008

We're in Limbeaux, not to be confused with limbaugh rash of the nutsack. Things are kinda okay and truly awful, but ya don't know what to do about it. It's like always, only you notice it more when Mercury is retrograde during Armedandgetiton.

I think therefore I am is the basis of a fucked culture. The worst of sciencetechworship displays this. As Bill Maher/Larry David's film Religulous hits the screenpublica, perhaps there'll be room for illuminating the vanities and massive blind spots of Skyience, that Pi in the sky.

Problemsolving technology keeps making problems (to solve), like side effects of the little blue pill. If you have an election that lasts longer than four hours, call your physicist. It's all gone mad, hasn't it? Let's dwell on the mad, mad, mad world.....

The wealthiest one percent of American taxpayers have almost fifty times the income of the middle fifth of taxpayers, as of 2006. That's double the ratio in 1995. Praise Ponzi.

The Hindus stampeded again during a Durgafest, just like some weeks ago. There were 147 dead this time, with the same report of the corpses having no trauma. They died of fear. It took their breath away.

Get it? Well, don't get it. Let the ripples and rages of fear move through. They ain't you.

Warren Buffet (when's he gonna open up Warren's Bucks Buffet for moi), the bizwhiz extraordinaire, has always been obsessed with research and calculations, like Alan Greenspan (Alan did span alotta green after all). When ill in a hospital as a child, the Buffster got the fingerprints of all the nuns in case they were ever arrested for a crime. That's imagination. He knows how to take the buffet to his warren, and keep it. He's the stockman of the slaughterhouse. In Omaha, you make money from everything, including the squeal....... Fun with weirdness.

Here's a current favorite of mine: Johnny Depp has signed on as the Mad Hatter for a Tim Burton Alice in Wonderland, and...... and...... as Tonto in a remake of the Lone Ranger. Make it a horror flick called the Loan Arranger. Fuck chemo Sabe, you need a transfusion.

Have we given credit where credit is due? The money is funny. The bucks stop nowhere. In a matter of these last few months, this is actual, fifty percent of American adults have lost any ability to access credit, even if the banks do manage to have dough. Yeshua fit the battle of Hysterico, and the walled Streets came tumbling down. Who do you think rigged this collapse for detonation? Our loss is their gain, and that's a Capital idea.

It's not a bailout. It's a bailin'..... makin' hay while the Son shines. Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition. Gonna make a killin'........ Jesus loves me this I know, for the bailout stole the show.

If Palin becomes President, it'll be Barbierous. She did dandy in the dullbait. The lady is quick, but she is not qualified. It has nothing to do with her gender. Imagine if Biden had said to the Governeer: "Mind if I call you Ho?" Joe is mad for Veep. He's just Biden his time.

A Russian court has determined that the Czar and his family were illegally killed. We do live in amazing times. All is coming in2light, if I may say so. The shadow is being revealed in everything. If we don't rebury the stuff, it can compost so we can grow as lazy daises in the morning dew...... or just get the dirt on others.....

Monday October 6 is an uncorker. Gaia has grown dreadlocks. She's letting her hair down. Fear grips Columbus' daze. We are denatured, manufractured and monogenized. In the words of the strugglers of the fields that have fed our fat faces:

Sometimes I feel
Like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel
Like a motherless child
A Long Way From Home
True Believer
A Long Way From Home
Sometimes I feel
Like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel
Like a motherless child

Sometimes I wish I could fly,
Like a bird up in the sky
Sometimes I wish I could fly,
Like a bird in the sky
Little closer to home

Motherless children
Have a real hard time
Motherless children
Have a such a real hard time
So long so long so long

Sometimes I feel
Like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel
Like a motherless child
So far away

Sometimes I feel
Like freedom is near
Sometimes I feel
Like freedom is near
But we're so far away

Sometimes I feel
Like it's close at hand
Sometimes I feel
Like the freedom is near
But we're so far from home

Sometimes, sometimes,
Sometimes
So far, so far, so far,
So far Mama from you, so far

Awomen.

We've lost someone very special, a pioneer. Kirsten Brydum was murdered. She is known for founding the Really, Really Free Market. May we rest in peace and she have a really great time.

Stephen Colbert cracked a good one the other night. Referring to the oil companies, he said: "Everybody loves the planet. But how many actually get to penetrate it?" I believe this is one of his, too: "Las Vegas gets thirty percent of its energy from crushed souls." I thought it was more. Soular is the ultimate source of energy in Creation. Burn baby burn.

Last year I saw that it was silly to get energy from matter in the E=MC2. It's messy and inefficient. Get energy from E, not M, says in2lightsquared. No fuss, no muss, no puss.

This is an excellent Kiwi doco: The Nuclear Comeback. I highly recommend it. Included is a lovely tour of Chernobyl, a vision of our future..... The reactor now has flying buttresses to keep the whole mad thing from collapsing. This Charrtres has a maze.

As an antidote, check out Agnes Denes, especially her Tree Mountain.

This film, too! The Planet, very worth the watch. Facing things as they are and being with it all is the way through. Gooding on top of bad is the problem. It's reactionary and tends to fascism.

If you love rockandrollia, have a look and listen to the DVD: Cream - Royal Albert Hall, a live reunion show they did in May of 2005. They play their whole canon, superbly. If you like to watch superlative musicians, still at the top of their ripened game, this is it. My first listening of Disraeli Gears coincided with my first use of cannabis. It was as clear as hash. The second time I smoked the funny stuff was the first time I ever heard Firesign Theater. How can you be in two places at once whey you're not anywhere at all made total sense to me after what I had seen my whole life. I am a Groucho Marxist and a John Lennonist. It's all horsefeathers and I prefer a night at the opera.

Want not, waste not. We don't need a moratorium. We need a lessatorium. Less is not more. Les is Paul. Thus, play on. Pick yer guitar or yer ass, not the planet.

This one's for real, as they say. I mean it. Please pass this on, if ya like.

I, Mark Herbert Krueger, hereby invoke the citizens of America to call for an Amendment to the US Constitution:

The Right to Bear Cash.

Seriously, pass it on. They've got their digitals up our assets. If it goes any farther, freedom of commerce, the stuff of mundane and magical life, will be controlled to beyond a farthing. Let's establish NIFTI, real free trade. Let's make good use of the Revelations of our times. Seeing is NOT believing. Seeing is seeing. Believing is unconscious projection, ignorance as power. You can live without it, easily. Otherwise, get back to your Work, and leave us the fuck out of it.

I'll write more of this another day, but one practical vision I have is capitalcommunism of the energy sort. I suggest that we tear down the electrical grids. Instead, every household would be given one energy box. It has a batterylike setup for energy storage, along with alternative energy collectors: solar, wind, perhaps hydro or waste methane. That's what the household gets. Live within it. Energy equality for a sane and vibrant planet. If you go all repro, ya live on just that energy. Likewise with your weird activities in the garage, dude. Collect more energy without messing with your neighbors if you want to amp up for wattever. If ya want that puke of xmas lights, get the rug rats out there on their bigwheel generators and sweat for it.

As a result, people won't do shit. And I mean that in every wonderful way. Don't think of it, feel it. Take it easy. Make nothing while the sun shines. The Christian economic ethos has been a disaster. You are lousy fucking stewards. So shut up and go to heaven, not here, for the helluvit. It's been religulous.

America is the place where our foremothers taught us to use the whole buffalo and nothing but the whole buffalo, so help me goddess. It works. Nano is insano. Those little bitty bits that they are putting into the world are nightmare supreme. I say go nano locally. Live within your local buffalo.

Martha Stewart's show is going bust. I actually think what she does is cool in a number of ways. I say go nano Martha, and prosper. Don't put luminaria up the yinyang for flag day. Get practical you Polish wizard! Doll down the house. Make it purty and intimate and oh so comfy. Here kitty kitty kitty. How about a Bitchtory Garden to celebrate our autonomy and culinary cunninglinguists! You grow girls! Drag the old man off the crouch and compost him. He'll never know the difference.

Washingtown is where they take their dirty laundry and launder our money. How tidy are the profits.

Everybody is mad at dad. That's why the government is so ignorantly abusive. Home sweet home with spirits flagging. Patronotic. I'm here dad. See me, see my flag, see dicks gun. The Great Provider's business plan is rapacious.

Mama's got a brand new bag, and not just Prada. Cootchie cootchie coo is becoming Gucci Gucci, too. Who's the Mother of our country? We're gonna find out. For now, it may be Palin comparison. Or the brightest pantsuits known to man. But the as the femme unfetals, she'll lead familiarly, perhaps que Sarah Sarah, you betcha.

OJ Simpson got fully busted for armed robbery etc. His conviction came 13 years to the day after his acquittal. The luck o' the Goddess. A Nicole for your thoughts, Juice. Enjoy your memorabilia.

To round out the weirdity.... University of Wisconsin marching band has been punished for sexdrugsandhazing. They won't play at the big game today. What a traumboner! And on that high note.......

Mark Herbert Krueger's
Words of Whizdung - numero uno

• Stupid helps me to fit in.
• Four tits make a teat.
• Columbus didn't discover America. He discovered greed.
• Want not, waste not.
• Blessed are the swift of digits, for they shall inherit the Google.
• To the Righteous go the Right Wings.
• I'll be glad when the hex gets off the sex.
• If the ship of State is sinking, start Palin.
• Cats are kittilating.
• On every reign, a little head of state must fall.
• Mothers fuck best.
• Fathers know little.
• A dick in the hand is not worth two in the bush.
• After two in the Bush, the President has been set, in shit.
• Money spends better when you don't think about it. You have to give them credit for that.
• Two doubts equal a debt.
• I know how many angels fit on the head of a pin. You can tell by that flat spot on their ass. They don't like needling.
• As below, so above. Ascendancy really gets you down.
• Park your karma and walk free.

Mark Herbert Krueger
mark@in2light.com
310.717.3671
http://www.in2light.com/

777 Weal of Fortune

September 29, 2008

It takes a pillage to raze an idiot. The Dow just dropped 777 points on the schlock machine. Everybody's handle got pulled. Tink tink tink go the coins of the surrealm. It's Good Lack to you! Weal of Fortune reveals the brambles of the gambles. The greedy have become the needy. The top flops. The Secret secretes.

When you chase a projection, you're bound to suffer, later rather than sooner, looking good along the way. Since the pharaohs inaugurated the perfect patriarchal pyramid power ploy, the Ponzi Scheme has been the way of the world. Dividedend and conquer gave the corporati the power of seizure. 'Twas the: Baal Morals, Vempirism and Bottom Lyin'. To the spoilers have gone the victory. Blessed is the Profit and All Hail to the Thief......

By Zoroaster's vultures, we're seeing the rot exposed. Perhaps Jesus will rise from the Debt. Praise the hoard and pass the amortization. The corporatebaggers have gone begging at the trough in Washington, DisEase. Capitol idea! Pirates of the Carrion Beings. Maybe it's time for the people to burn down the Reichstag, with the reich bastards in it.

Assets to ashes, dsigust to dust. The proposed bailout is bigger than social security. At last the truth is finally revealed. This government is only interested in Special Security and Mediacare. There's a bunch o cocksuckers in Con-gress who actually want to cut everything from the budget but the war machine, and maybe windfalls for the grand oil partiers.

Fascism. See? Not an idea. Actual.

Thus become autonomous in a variety of ways. Be and unbaggage. Obviously a vast amount of involuntary unbaggaging is going on. Grieve. We've tunneled to light. Your wealth was more like wallth. Walk away from your guilted cage. Charity begins at home. Be generous with your self.

Being generative right now is not so easy. We are pissed in the wind..... the Golden Years. The nest egg is scrambled, if not fried. Sunnyside is generally not up. Easy is over. So get your bacon off griddle. Make a life that makes life. Get out of the big box story and never come back. You are free, even though your fears are unsecured. Be and let the fears run away. Take a bath after taking a bath. And remember what everyone does when they go to Funkytown: Dance!

Goodbye Paul Newman. That new man was a pal. He faced the pall. He understood the color of many. He was the hosteler for thousands of terminal children cuz he understood the hole in the wall, gang. We're all terminally ill. It's called life. You may ride around the track in the fast lane, but you come home to your wife and your integrity. His salad days were dressed with charity, with kindness. He was a HUD of his time, shelter in the storm.

Surely he suffered demons. Butts and booze, blue eyed beauty and balls. The man never looked comfortable, even as he looked cool and handled and lucrative. He was no Hud sucker, by proxy or otherwise. Paul saw the road to perdition, and faced it as best as he could. History will remember his absence of malice. Only sometimes does one have a great notion. He acted upon his. He acted very, very well. And took the sting out of suffering while he was at it. On or off the tin roof, the cat was hot, but what was truly cool was his heart. In my opinion, he won Le Man.

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Mark Herbert Krueger's
Guide to Fine Ansies 2008

• Invest in mutual fun.
• Cut your tacts.
• Reach from the steel,
• Pour to the give.
• Currency counts.
• Invest in yourself.
• Buy chips. swill beer.
• Ai Gevalt, Eye the Vault!
• It's not what you own, it's whether it owns you.
• What goes down, must go elsewheres for a better up.
• Security only secures fears.
• Freedom doesn't have a price. Control does.
• Out of control is a step in the free direction.
• Poverty sucks. Richity sucks. They suck your attention.
• Time is worth more than gold.
• You can buy time with gold, until what you banked erupts.
• You are your being. The rest is a dream chasing a dream.
• Hello Dali! Watch and melt.
• Everybody fears fear itself. How stupid.
• Weep like a willow, sing and let be.
• Maybe you don't want to suck cess and feel like a flailer.
• Greed goeth before the fall. Pride greaseth the skids.
• Perhaps there's a barter way.
• They're trying to stick their digitals up our assets. If ya bend over, you'll have to cough up your nut. Give them the finger instead.
• Credit union.
• Walks in nature.
• More treats, less tricks.
• Relax and enjoy a good fuck.

Mark Herbert Krueger
mark@in2light.com
310.717.3671
http://www.in2light.com/

Is Your Life for the Birds?

September 25, 2008

As I write this, I've got a big heart on. It hurts. I feel vast pain and sadness. I feel the world. Big shift is coming down, hard and heavy. Our banks have overflowed. They need to be levied. Taking stock is oh so deflating. Capital went caputal. Free trade somehow has required the banning of short selling. Farcism walls the Street. No one knows what to do with this Ponzi schema. All roads lead to the bottom line, if that's what you focus on. The Marketry is now outlaid. It ain't pretty.

Hellzapoppin'. Numerous heads of state have rolled in the last couple of weeks. The Rapepublicans glee at gutting Gaia. Guns blaze at the Finnish line. The End is in sight.

War is the true Entropy. And idiotically our greatest organization. The Wheel is in full glory. All power, divine or mortal, is in hangover. What goes up and up, Wheels round to down, over and outed. There is no dimensional refuge, no promised landing that is working anymore. The work of it is being felt in the basement of the bargain.

Oil slicks the water. We burn and we churn. Beliefs are going on a killing spree.

Unbear your soul, I say. Unpack and stay without wile, ye of literal faith. Even chopping wood and carrying water has done harma in the dharma. Suffering is religious busyness. Compassion hasn't worked.

So let's play.

Being and choosing are resonant. Play is natural. It's boundaries and ends are rubbery and possible. Quit working. Invest in your self. Give yourself credit. Slow instead of go. Unwind your clock, ungrid, unlock. Be wary. It's just scary. Consider untirement. You can stop and let the roses smell you. You can be, you can breathe, you can boogaloo.

If we're lucky, we'll come out of the maze. If we're lucid, we'll entertain the labyrinth. Here's a lovely little site. In our current Pathology, perhaps we can remember that all roads lead to our selves. During our Piscean Caesar salad days, we've been Roman. As we Aquarianate, we can wonder as we wander. Let's cash in are Darwinnings and drop fight and flight. The garden needs tending.

And for gardens well tendered, the Victorian architecture along with the green goddesses produce a botanical chubby. Several years ago I met an artist turned botanist in the Palmhouse. He was drawing a cycad that was coning. This sexfest was awaited for four or five decades.

I spoke with him about my friend Welwitschia. I said that they came from outer space. Without hesitation, he agreed. The night before I met Welwitschia in southern Africa, I was blessed to stay here.

This wellness centre was originally a working ranch created by an American family. The father had invented a key component of radar, made a bundle and one day, sat the family down and said: Where in the world shall we go? They decided to throw a proverbial dart at a world map. It landed in this extremely out of the way dot of land in Namibia.

After a couple of astrology readings, the owners invited me to a Full Moon labyrinth walk. Turns out one of them was an architect who had decided to make the Chartres Cathedral labyrinth in the middle of the bush. He had no resource for its design, but had remembered the basic formula. After it was finished, he measured it and later found that he had exactly duplicated it. Now the Southern Cross was the cathedral.

During exact Full Moon, I walked barefooted, thorns and all, through this magnificent labyrinth. Marmot like critters sang from the rocks and the owners' gorgeous southern african horses came up to the labyrinth. These animals had never acted like this in several years of Full Moon walks. Africa is not a bad place to find yourself. Thanks to all who keep Remembrance.

Though I find this a bit tortuous, it seems that plants are very good sports indeed. One of these days, they may fight back. Stephen King does Kudzu.

This spring, for a day, I visited southeast Arizona, a place I'd always wanted to see. I met a new friend about the size of an oriole, but it hovers. Let me introduce you: click here.

I hope you're able to hover, that your nectar is sweet. Peace and love.

Mark Herbert Krueger
mark@in2light.com
310.717.3671
http://www.in2light.com/

Virtual Madness

September 20, 2008

In February 2009, the USA will switch its broadcast TV to another frequency: High Definition. I reckon that'll seal the deal.... the icing on the caked awareness, the last strobe. How ya gonna keep 'em down on the farm when they've seen HD Pareee? It'll be the day that virtual supplants actual.

Imagine..... the Groundhog will not see his shadow. He'll see his Image. All God's chillun got Image. On Valentine's, my phone will fuck your phone. So cellular! George and Abe will rollover in their minutes. Praise the Network! The fun's on us! We be hooked up, connected, all one..... Praise the Network! Broadcast thy bread upon the waters for ye are already Foxed and broadly banded. Their Will be done. In the Name of the High, and the Def, and ah, Men.

Disassociation is the social effect of electromagnetization. So.....we're Bowling for Commonbind. Saving MySpaceFace Book. CSIing for Love. It's a blogged affair. During Armandgetiton, the stealth balm is the base called: All o'Kayduh. The Godwillees and the Goodwillees keep the hope on the rope, wishin' to high heaven, high definition heaven, that we'll be All Right. And how Right we'll be.....

Now you're gonna get defined. And I'm agonna get defined. If we're Palin comparison, they'll tan our hides. It's spankin' new change. Whip 'em, whip 'em Good. In the name of the Father and Sons and the Oily Ghosts.

Al Qaeda bombed a US embassy in Yemen the other day. This is their modus operandi, their calling card. Some big time nastiness will arrive in the near months. This winter will be cold and disconsolate. Bush pulled the restraints off of India's nuclear ambitions and Pakistan is now run by an actual mad man. Many dozens of banks will be failing around the world. The Ponzi scheme is petering out, but must yet pay the Pall. The incarnate have been incorporate. Now come the dividedends and outrageous prophets. It's the Great Oppression, this time.

We've gone Autumnal up north. Libran days are here again; that, on the 22nd, Mercury retrograde on the 24th. The headlights are in the deer. If there's nothing to fear but fear itself, now is the time. Have at it. Big dollops of chill and dread, globs of dripping pooranoia with whipped creamings, gilded by the stomp of excrescence. Wallow 'til it's done. Ya can't get over it, but ya don't have to get under it. Get done with it.

The screweds are tightening. The nuts are bolting. And ya just might get nailed. Too much hard wear. Not enough glue. It all Falls down. Not forever, but it'll feel like it. Not The End, but no where to begin.

Face the grim and unbear it. It is not you. Allow the emotions forbidden, the thoughts tabooed, and let them flow merrily down the stream. They aren't you either. No need to make them real, yet Need sooooo makes them real. Be aware, not good. Bad loves good. It finds it delicious, in these garish times. Good is good for ya, and that's what's bad about it. Virtual madness.

Your being is abundant, even though your account may be slim. Your being is easy, even though life is hard. Your being is your choice. All the rest will be wickedly whacky on the way to another premised landing, for heaven's sake, not yours. We've jumped off the cliff in a full gainer. Now, with a splash, comes the loss. So goes the Wheel. Choose and you won't lose. Feel flee, but be free.

Mark Herbert Krueger
mark@in2light.com
310.717.3671
http://www.in2light.com/

Maya Is On Faya

September 15, 2008

Money doesn't talk, it pukes. The Dow dumped almost five percent today, five hundred points, as three of the five biggest investment banks have died summarily. The grim rapers get their due. AIG, the global mega insurer, is bellyuping because of deep derivatives. Washington Mutual, the largest savings and loan, just went junk bond status. Bank of America ate Merrill Lynch whole overnight. More to come all over the world.

Spectacular Speculation crashes spectacularly. It's all so leveraged, systemically. The house of cards is discrediting. Whether in the stocks or in bondage, the whip comes down, as serious wealth is being hung out to shrivel. It's rippling through the global markets, too, matey.

The DepressionRepression game, the Fascist's dream, is now engaged. Imagine all the reshuffling opportunities available for the bottom feeders right now. Imagine the money they'll make on the hurricane damage. Millions of people are hitting new poverty right now. Meanwhile, Corporate MonoCulture is realizing its great fear and motivator: The Bottom Line. We now dive to the bottom, marching in line, with a twist of lemming. America the grate, when it drains it poors.

War is the oldest profession. The US has tripled its weapons sales in the last three years, mostly to Iraq and Afghanistan. Key countries are highly destabilized right now. The Cold War has become resuscitated, a vampyrrhic victory for these blood sucking dinosaurs in last gorge. The US is now foraying into Pakistan with abandon. A huge unionization wave is appearing in China. A couple of million people are without power in America as I write. The pattern is clear: we are losing power. Not down and out. Down and in. The trappings of corporate driven life are being realized as traps. In Got we trusted...... now dearth we will parse.

Do you think, as the upper crust loses big in the markets, they'll let Obama come in and cut their tax cuts? They're lining up McCainiac and Tstarina to run smog and mirage. They're gonna dig up anything that burns, so speaketh the drilling profits. Femme Fetal will be a destraction. I suspect dirt getting smeared on Biden any day now, anything to steer away from issues and into reactive sound bytes.

Election Day is when Saturn and Uranus go exactly opposed in Virgo and Pisces. Nothing but manipulation and lies in this deal. I honestly don't think the vote will matter. We watch the charade build everyday. Hope will be hard pressed to make it to the finish line. So much crazy shit will be happening. The candidates are the noise. What will be decided in this election is fundamental:

MasterSlave does not work. Do not give unto Caesar what is yours. Vote for your self, your being. Autonomy is not having a My Space page. Who and what are you working for, and is it working for you? Unslave. It's time. Masters will get their due in the fifteen years of Pluto in Capricorn. This is what we are seeing as Empire crumbles. Along with it comes the nightmares that are ongoing, such as Haiti and Cuba, that are left to rot as they are serially crushed by hurricanes. The whiteous continue to ignore cruelly. There'll be hell to pay in the years ahead.

The trances won't all hold. Levees in the Psyche are breaking. As life toughens, the soft get weirder. As the screws come loose, on society and ourselves, disintegration will rule. Our Great New Order is now on the Entropy Train. It's end times. All the ends of the projection rainbows will be realized. But it's just another pot of goals, rather than eternal riches, that'll be found. That's the way it always is: pursuit rather than realization of happiness.

Uranus in Pisces and Neptune in Aquarius for years have dissolved all structure and meaning. The thin veneer, the Shineola, the grace and hope and promise of it all can be seen in stark Light. Dark matter and dark energy remain the unknown majority mass of existence in the Universe corner of the Dream. While we stone each other, it's Unhenge. We've pushed the rock way up the hill.... now it unrolls.

It's not bad or fault or negatory. It's fucking weird, and practically unbearable on any given day if you're paying attention or if the wheels have come off your karma bus. There is no precedent to this. It does echo RomeAtlantisCamelot. Failure is about to erupt, powerfully. What went up is coming down? It's the Twin Towers chapter. Maya is on faya.

Be, instead of BeGaining things again. Let End happen. You cannot push this river. Piscean Age bubbles of the most elaborate sort are now popping. Get your ducks in the river, fuck the row. We're up shift creek and getting paddled. There isn't a short term end in sight. It's just the way the kookie crumbles.

Securities aren't secure. The Tao has collapsed. Whatever got you through the night was slumber. Eyes are wide shut, as Kubrick intimated, including our 2001 special odyssey. Trances are deepening at the same time as they are being shredded. The pain starts in earnest before year end.

Ignorance is the problem, not the solution. Guess what has always been bought and sold? Now the market of existence itself is in the crucible. Who are we and what are we to who........

The ignorance that is most difficult to see is projection. If you don't face what drives you from behind toward what you seek, you will End Times your way to the tightening of posthaste screws. This is what I mean by Down and In. Hey, we've got shit, we ain't starving, but loss is loss is loss and there's no where to go but In, as the Projections come Down.

Remember: As your house of mirrors crashes, it's just bad luck for the mirrors. You are fine. But I suspect no one is actually feeling fine these days, or anywhere close to it. Unless they're sailing down denial.

In has always been the refuge. In is simply Out, dimensionally shifted. You go in and then out, refreshingly, the old in and out. As the maya colander drains, refuge doesn't happen. The In has eroded as much as the Out. You hit the wall and wail, either way. This is why it is sooooo difficult now. No refuge.

What is revealed is the refuse. What was refused to us, and what we dumped into the refuse. That garbage is back. If you haven't faced it and composted it, your shit will hit your fantail. The big dinosaurs and greedilators are getting their assets kicked. The big crocs in the hole are the last to go. It'll take years, but it is well on its way. Wait til next year. Oy!

How's your body doing? This kind of re/disintegration takes its toll. Knots knots, who's there? As hard as it is, hang in. It is an unwinding. There's nothing wrong with you. There's conditioned knots that cause suffering. They can't be healed. They can be faced. Dump the magic. Unfurl your flagged emotions. Otherwise, that stuff will kickback at you in your bod. We're all facing our dark matters and dark energies. As the Universe churns......

Please please please be kind to your self. Don't tolerate unkindness. Slow and ungo. Your time is of your essence, let it be so.

Now for other sundries......

The Typewriter Wizard died. I like these quirky stories. Life is myriad, n'est pas? I certainly feel like an anachronism and I know many of you do, too. Tis nice to be recognized.

Let me suggest that you diddle with your muse. As Rome burns, you can fiddle. Create in spite of it all. There's plenty of time to lose, but so much of you. The slave game trumps amusing ourselves deeply. Whistle while you play. Otherwise, they blow the whistle on you and you're back on the chain gang.

If you're house bound, and you like flowers and plants, here's a walk on the wild side for you: Tiptoe through the Tulipifera. Their little spirits shine, just like the photo of your beloved. When I wrote of my Pan adventure some missives ago, I got a lovely email from a 90 plus year old woman who was a fond friend of Pan, but who can't get out to her garden anymore. This links for you dear heart.

I'd like to move to Flora, Oregon. It's a ghost town in the northeast corner of the state. It's Grande Ronde River territory, near Hell's Canyon, Chief Joseph of the Nez Perce country. I'd like to revive Flora. Not the town per se. Plants are very much unheralded. People don't listen to them or appreciate them. I'd love to remedy that.

It looks like I'm not going to be having grand adventures, so I'll let one of my many fantasies out of the bag. For several years I've wanted to present to Terri and Bindi Irwin and their team, the idea that plants are sexy and oh so important. It's really unexplored. I'd call it PlantIt Adventures or something corny. I could be host, passionate and wacky layman exploring plants, mundane and exotic. Perhaps along the mad lines of Isabella Rossellini's insects is best video.

It'd be an ongoing series. Pan could co-host. Parting the petals can be a real pistil. Check out this lovely GreenMan site.

My friend George McNamara co-translated the English version of Marko Pogacnik's Nature Spirits & Elemental Beings.

Here's George's site. George was an important member of Findhorn for many years and a dear steward of Epsom Commons. He hosted me in Epsom, Surrey in 2004, the same trip that got me to present at Newbold House, which is adjunct to Findhorn. On that trip, I also got to thank Eileen Caddy in person for her channeling of the plant devas all those years ago.

If folks don't notice and love plants, all the fuzzy animals and their domains are doomed. Plants are quiet and unassuming. They don't get the press, in America at least. The British Commonwealthers are really wonderful with plants, really really wonderful. One of the things I love and appreciate the most about them.

My botanical Hogwarts wizard instructor was Warren H. Wagner. He was my botany professor at University of Michigan, an amazing charismatic intelligence. It was in his class that I saw Welwitschia and knew that I would go visit it in Namibia some day. Wagner's middle name is the same as mine: Herb. I smoked more than I studied them in those days, but I was forever changed by being introduced to botany.

Later, I was blessed to be with botanists and forest service luminaries of the old school in Moscow, Idaho. I was taken to precious locales where the faeries reign. I just saw that Steven J. Brunsfeld, a botany professor friend of the University of Idaho, died two years ago. He and his family took me to their botanical bosom. They'd carry their little kids all day through bog and bower while pointing out all these amazing plants when we'd go out on a Native Plant Society adventure. I'd keep him awake to the wee hours around the campfire picking his brain about plant evolution and the big picture. I'm so sorry he's passed. A fine and green man.

For all of you greenful plantalicious precious ones out there, a big hug and my deepest appreciation.

Mark Herbert Krueger
mark@in2light.com
310.717.3671
http://www.in2light.com/

All Who Wonder Are Not Lost

September 9, 2008

Didjya know that Andy Murray, the tennis player that just lost in the US Open finals to Federer, survived the Dunblane school massacre? He was eight in 1996 when a crazed fellow wiped out a classroom of fellow Scottish children. Amazing karma.

Good on ya Andy boy. I say boy: shave that facial heather. Ya look like a moulting Lassie. He's roosterman, beyond Tim Henman, the fading Brit ne'er do well. Murray is the real deal. Tennis is very dynamic right now. I love it's international nature and artistry.

Rajah won. He's back on his lazer's edge. He got his mojo working, that fire in the belly. He let out an African Yodel at one point. No shit. It was a yodel, but with blues roots. I wanted to take a tape loop of it and then build a nice house music groove around it. It'd be a hit.

I still want to be his friend. His progressed Saturn will be exactly the same as my natal Saturn in a couple of months. He's in his Lunar return, which happens at 27. You have to face the body and from whence the body comes, mama. His body failed him with mononucleosis in the last year. He's faced that very well.

I suspect in the months ahead, he'll shift in relationship with his girlfriend and family. He may move beyond them, or he may marry her. There will be some shifts. I suspect that they'll get closer after some ongoing crises are resolved. They seem real to me, direct. It may be time for babies, too. It happened to Sampras and Tiger. Maybe Rajah will Federate.

On a given day, it still looks like Rafa is the man to beat. He's exhausted. I hope they all rest well. Maybe I can make it back to Melbourne to watch Fed go for tying Sampras' record at the Aussie Open. The competition is as keen as it has ever been.

Right on Serena. I'm a Williams sisters fan. If you've ever been to Compton, California, where they grew up, I just was there some months ago, you know how amazing it is that the two of them have accomplished what they have. Barack oughta consult with them, for real.

The politicos ought to use my wordsmithing. Here's one that works for a VP theme song. There's a Kim Carnes tune. Substitute Palin for Sailin.

(Lyrics by Kim Carnes/Dave Ellingson)

Sailin'
Ridin' on the crest of a dream
All we need is a breeze
Some help fromt the wind
Sailin'
Out of my dreams
And into the night
We may never come back again
When we go sailin'

It also catches the Apocryphal. She's ready to march us Right, over the edge.... As poster child for the Nuclear Family, she's appropriately Breeder/Reactor. Pregnant is as pregnant does. They are pro drilling, apparently enjoy being drilled, in an Oilaska kinda way.

Barack is an exotic cat. He will not be caged. That'll be why he loses or is assassinated. If he does win and presides, it'll be beautiful. I really don't see his articulation reflecting America though. He's more change than America can stand. That's why they're Palin. Change Lite and White.

McCain represents the ever popular VictimHero. He won Survivor, but that isn't exactly leadership or selfless service. As most people who have served in war say: the real heroes are dead. McCain is just walking dead, like that shellian W. VictimHeroes are righteous wrongers with a fetal attraction. The unripe fruit of the womb is somehow VictimHero, with Innocence on top! Drop the hero. It's just Victim. But the Hero business guarantees that they'll go right out and make sure there's lots of victims. Then they'll ignore those upon whom suffering is born, while the Heroes feel oh so righteous.

What a most interesting collection of politicos in the post Bush/Clinton era. Political reconfiguration is ripe around the world. Polar shifts are happening everywhere. There's a lotta year left.

For some reason this image has come up strongly on my screen: Yggdrasil, the Norse World Ash, the giant mythological Tree that holds together the Nine Worlds or realms of existence.

It's the times. Are you getting visions and dreams? I had a spiritual teacher show up in my room etherically the other week. The veils are thin, ripped and waving in the breeze.

Jupiter and Pluto just went direct. Life will really start moving now. As to the direction....... it depends on whether you are being or projecting. If you are chasing after a heavy load of dream, running your projections down, you are likely to see down. If you've been down, more than down, and being with all of that as best you can, you're likely to see up. Don't depend on up. Just let it come. You've been dying and letting die. Those that have kept the dream propped up, will feel the weight, heavy and out of control.

Venus and Mars are cruising together this week. Love is atwitter and then some. I think Smokey Robinson's tune Cruisin' is an all time great. Put it on, and get it on. Or how about B.B. King/U2's When Love Comes to Town? Everybody's mojo is workin'.

I like what this fellow has to share: Jim Merkel's Radical Simplicity. I'm in the slow lane it looks like from here on. I just want to look at birds and running water and the light. Chopping way less wood and hauling minimal water seems like good meditation.

I wanna go to these places for the green of it.

• Titoki Point Gardens in New Zealand
• Ayrlies Garden also in New Zealand

Tree ferns bring back memories...... I just reconnected with a friend from Namibia. In 2004 he was going to take me to visit Welwitschia, but came up injured right before the trip. I was taken to the Namib desert by his friend. Now I hope that Andre and I can get to Brandberg mountain to see all the wonderful crystals and magic that he knows of in that most beautiful of lands.

I have not been rich in financial wealth, other than being a white American, which is actually just that, however, it is all relative...... I have been rich in spiritual teachers and the wizards and caretakers of the precious, secret places. Thanks to you all in body and out!

When beauty looms, I take stories, not photos. Well, I don't take them, I recount them. I'm not visual, more existential, holographic. Where in life do you find that you can pull up that full 360 inside outside global right here now sense of things? Nature does it for me, very much. Plants especially hold elegant geometries that invite me to be fully with them. Plants have been very kind to me. I'm sticking with the plants.

If you live some where that has lovely nature and plants and you've got room for an old farce like me, say howdy. I seek sanctuary and am excellent at holding and fostering it. Armageddon or not, I seek natural respite to sit and watch the river flow. The rest I've given up on, unless it comes real easy, fun and profitable. I just don't see any reason to run around so much anymore, except to visit another nice glade to camp in, lightly. I'd really like to hang around with a kind woman, too. Second choice would be some actual community. I'm looking for kindness partners. I've done my mission. I'm untired and ready to play, slowly. I'm gonna watch my own paint dry.

Looks like some of the Rufous hummingbirds have just headed south. Might be a cold winter. I wonder where I'll be. I wonder where you'll be, where we'll all be. I'm gonna be and wonder. Thanks for being with me.

Mark Herbert Krueger
mark@in2light.com
310.717.3671
http://www.in2light.com/

Post Nigger Society

September 4, 2008

I'm so glad that New Orleans was spared by Gustav. He got the point across to the Rapepublicans. Karma and Gaia loom upon the Cheney Gang enslavery. There's still much to be remedied. I hope this close Shiva doesn't let the weasels white wash their hands.

The wetlands got hammered again, with more storms to come. The Leveetheans are evermore vulnerable. Rise up to the City on the Hill, I say. Make a new New Orleans, Wild Tchoupitoulas style! Let all the poor and unwhiteous get their collective forty acres and mule consolidated in some fine upstate land, throw in a remodeled air force base for 'em too. The City on the Hill Orleans. A Free State, a Creative Zone, a Sanctuary for those oppressed. Let thy people come....... and settle.

Old Orleans has died. It will be obliterated stormfully as the End of the River city melts into End Times. Let it rest in the sweet bye and bye. ReNew Orleans...... be now so! Higher Ground and Promised Land..... be now so! Let's call it Louisiarmstrong, the Land of the Free and the Home of the Bereaved Bravely Being. May the Generous Times roll.

We are a Post Nigger Society. It's happening before our very Ids. 'Tis an Unslaving for us all. To everything - Saturn, turn, turn....... People, Let Thy Masters Go! Unslave that hand. Master your craft, rather than your neighbor. Scrape the fetid fascism off the dull trance. Let victimry be recognized and released. Onwards christened Souldiers. America would not, could not, be America without its burnishing Africandor. Behold the Mandela in the sky! The nigger sin drum has been beaten enough. The rhythms blew down the Wall. Unmazing grace, how sweet the sound.......

Out of the last sixty years, the Republicans relative to the Democrats, in the White House, have suppressed the prosperity of all Americans to an extreme, especially for the middle and lower classes. The figures are as stunning as the actuality.

The Grand Oil Party has smoke screened old faithful geezerman with a Palindrome. Que Sarah sera. Babies don't let yer mama grow up to be VP........ It's a bit of teated twister. She's forward and she's backward. She's got the Right stuff, but will there be anything left for the chilluns? Pandora's box has been opened, maternally speaking. Wombs aweigh!

It is amazing all the dusty corners of the psyche that are being plowed. Race and Gender will continue to be noisy indeed. Meanwhile, birth control is mostly ignored, as we go more and more Repro. Sly and the Family Stone sang a funky song: Babies Makin' Babies. Check it out, play it loud and play it proud.

Sarah Palin has perhaps half of her planets in Aquarius, including Sun, Mars and Saturn conjunct in that Sign. She is carrying something of the future. In her progressed chart, her Saturn has been moving through the Piscean/Aquarian shift point. She seems retro/repro to me, an agent for the Man. Much more will be revealed. She's a loose canon. No telling about her. Catalyst Woman in the Precedent Vise. It takes guts to throw your tits in the ringer. She is a pioneer who can break the class ceiling.

The Macainical ole geezer, if erected, will topple. President Palin will then populate the presidential pad with people puppies for peephole publishers to pander while Gaia gets drilled, pumped and ravished beyond an edge of our lives...... in RayGun's name, amen. Or, maybe she's a Trojan whore who'll kick the old boy's nutwork. Move over Dick, Chicks rule!

Turns out I lived in the same small town as Governor Palin, for about four years. She went to the University of Idaho to get a BS, that's right, BS in Communications. Could there be a better political preparation than that?!

Moscow, Idaho is a progressive enclave in the Gem State. Fine place really. I co-managed the food co-op for a spell back then. Maybe I sold the VP hopeful some famous Palouse split peas. I hope I sold her on whirled peas, so she could give it a chance.

Here's a wonderful woman of Moscow, Idaho: MaryJane Butters. She was a friend and client of mine when I lived there. MaryJane is the real deal. Please check her out.

The Palouse is Goddess country. The loess hills are bosomy and fertile to the extreme. It's old Nez Perce lands, camas root country and such. I lived there ten fortunate years. If ya get that way, pay it a visit. I went back last summer to give an astro reading to my ex second wife, who was dying of cancer. It was worth the trip. She's how I got there. Blessings and peace upon her.

It strikes me that McCain chose Palin cuz her hairdo looks like girls' do's before he was imprisoned. She's his Anima, the feminine that will support him. May she Voice Precedent for him. McCain comes from a line of Admirals. I'd settle for admirable, if the Prozac nation erects him to the White Horse.

Roger Federer is going through an amazing Chrysalising. I have his exact birth info, so as to see deep within him. He's been challenged by mononucleosis this year and hasn't been the great Rajah, in terms of winning, though he took Olympic gold in tennis doubles, and upon that has been reinvigorated.

Remarkably, he has his progressed Sun going across his Ascendant at the same time that the Sun and Saturn in the sky are going across that same point simultaneously, in the Sign of Virgo. He so represents perfection of human proportions. That is no mean feat.

He is the authority of himself. He is realizing his autonomy. He fights Time and History. The laws of average pull his arc toward loss, yet he hasn't much to gain. Instead, he has worked it out. He neither is beaten or beating. He doesn't win these games. He Champions the game.

Roger Federer is rearranging Saturn. He's been to the mountain and become the mountain. The Conquer Ruse lost mojo for him. De feet moved slowly to defeat. But he's stepped beyond the bounds of lossful winning. He sees net gain, because he's died, his troubles unborn.

This is what I've spoken of for a long time. It's what I've been through, too. You'll notice that likely, so have you. The Die is broken. Unborn the Ultimatum. Be, of GreatHeart, and play.

Mark Herbert Krueger
mark@in2light.com
310.717.3671
http://www.in2light.com/

Gustav Mauler

August 28, 2008

Are ya goaled and mettled? Tis the season to get on with the business of life. In Virgo you get to tell what you did with your summer vocations, until the full on socialarity and creativity of Libra blooms. The planets are Virgoan now, trending into Libran. All's well and natural, oh, except that there is massive disintegration going on behind the madetricks. Anxiety is swollen, crystallizing into fear and then the terrorfied reactionary convergences that loom in the darkening days of the year. Meanwhile, everything appears perfect.

The pharaohs have sold us down denial. We're up shift creek without a pedal. The pyramid schemers topple, the kookie crumbles and the geeks have inherited the Earth. Woe is mean.

The Democrats have their Kenyadate. I hope they've got his Barack. War has begun. The Grand Oil Party is mccainistically running the robot show. His war wounds make him look like he's a puppet, just like that other war hero, W. John's wife is the alienradiocontrolled unit they stand next to him. Michelle is belle and can give 'em hell. How lovely 'twould be to have such an articulate couple in the presidency. Is this country that aware? I hope so. I doubt so. I want so.

I like the Biden's. They seem genuine, not weird like the Gore/Clinton thang. Is America ready for that? Anyway, it'll all get manipulated in horrific ways. Election Day is Moon void of course for almost all of east coast voting. They'll be fucking around with the tabulations. Nevertheless, I still see that the actual candidates will change because of assassination, ills, outings and swift bootings.

The election is always during Scorpio. Frankly, if we don't want crooks who manipulate our base instincts to keep secret power while diddling everything that breathes........ then let's move the damn date to another Sign. How's about the 4th of July? Cancer season would be neutral. We'd vote with our stomachs. Beer, hot dog, vote, swim. Why not?

Biden's got a bunch o secrets that they'll dig out. I don't think they vetted this guy all the way. Too bad. I like him. Remember how they spread Eagleton'd that one guy cuz he had a psych ward visit? McCain is totally PTSD'd and has no business in the presidency, and I would've voted for Eagleton.

Hillary sure can pick a pant suit! I reckon I'd prefer the First Madame of France, Carla Bruni. (He linked panderfully...)

Speaking of goofy things..... The Chinese, who did a masterful $40 billion with slaves kinda job, passed the Torch to the Brits, lead by the ever stylish Lord Mayor of London, Boris "Bobo" Johnson; I made the Bobo up.

Where's Monty Python when you need them? In the closing ceremony of the Olympics, Jimmy Page played Led Zep's Whole Lotta Love while Leona Lewis sang it on some bizarre mechanical lift. This apparently represents the height of the British Empire, ready to host the Mayan Calendar Olympics 2012. The symbol for this great culture is a Bus. Hurrah!, though slightly different than 2008 drummers playing 5000 year old drums while exploding the fireworks that your culture invented millennia ago. I trust London will do better in the years ahead. If not, hire Monty Python, and we'll have the best time ever. Perhaps they would be interested in my Spatial OddLimbics. The ministry of Silly Walks will see to it.

I got a big kick out of Insain Bolt. Takes a Jamaican to out style Americans. I know that Marcus Garvey dug the shit out of it! They must not test for hemp. Maybe it's a stimulant. Paranoia'll make ya run like hell. The Hundred Meter Stash! The High Hurdles.

A Chinese man, whose mama always dressed him like a girl, won the Super Flyweight Gold Medal by beating a Mongolian. Maybe that Genghis Khan karma is taken care of now.

The strange ziggurat of the closing ceremony demonstrated the insectivorous archetypal nature of the Chinese, and Asia in general. They are highly collective. In their Astrology, they don't care about the birth day, nor the individual. You just get prescriptions to make you a proper unit in the hive. Meanwhile, the American Empire crumbles while every individual has their own customized ring tones on their special iphony. A different kind of hive, but based on the primacy of the consumer.

At another point in the End Ceremony, the ziggurat with all the people and graphics around it, looked precisely like viruses. One Bird Flu Over the Bird's Nest... Humanity, and right now in the Asian form, looks and acts like a virus infection upon this planet. That's the vision I saw. The Virus Hu Man will die ingloriously by it's own hand of some tinkered with virus. We have metastasized. No longer one; we must have tumor.......

China is the beginning and end. We've full circled. It's off planet from here on.

The Russians suffer from chronic splits between East and West. Ironically, it likely means that they win; but during the process they'll suicide for lack of identity. They've been Lenin East then West and back again for a long time. It looks like they're Stalin, but they're just taking their time in a difficult situation. It would make sense that Aliens would be outed there. Beings caught in between the cracks.....

There was a male Chinese diver named Dong Dong and a female Chinese diver named Jing Jing. Look 'em up. It's the JingDong YingYang. What a divers culture. It makes my head swim. Doorbells actually ring JingDong, we get real horny and go to the door to see who's fucking with us. They even invented that! It pays to watch the Olympics.

I caught a cable TV rip off of Pee Wee's Playhouse on Christian television: Mr. Henry's Wild and Wacky Bible Stories. It's surreal. Perhaps Pee Wee would like to come on and show them his infamous theatrical second coming. Onan the Thespian.

This is an odd aside... there's a product called Peticure http://www.peticure.com/ I used to be a vet tech and had critters in my first marriage. I've seen many pets traumatized by the old methods of nail clipping. Plus, I've seen plenty of dogs with their pasterns broken down because of their untrimmed nails.

If this thing works, and it looks like it does, it'll save mucho suffering for our little buddies. Maybe kitties won't get declawed so much. Do you know that declawing is actually detoeing? It is awful. I assisted with the poor buggers. We hated doing them.

We may witness a classical karmic weather event this coming week. Tis the Gustav mauler. As of this writing, it's aiming as a Category 3 hurricane right for New Orleans, scheduled to make landfall circa Monday, the first day of the Rapepublican National Convention.

This regime's handling of Katrina was one of the most awful things I've ever witnessed. This cocksucker Bush deserves to be cashing in on his krusty karma any day now. They'll be meeting at the headwaters of the Mississip up in Minneapolis while Gustav is ripping the other end a new one. We live in more than ironic days.

I keep looking at the madness of all the violence. I saw a detailed show on the Columbine killers. One of them stated: "I'm full of hate and I love it." Don't you see that every where? Bush. Football. Politics. ETC. But here's the quote that names it all. One of them said that he "wanted to be a bullet going into people."

This is the archetype at the bottom of the bucket. The higher octave is the bullet going into the egg and creating life. In that process, the egg is killed to become a fetus. A woman is killed to become a mother. The One is split in two and Repro happens.

The flip shadow end of the bullet is killing to death, rather than to new and renewed life. Men are the designated killers. Cop, soldier, Protector, bread winner, which requires various amounts of "killing". Dicks seem to go gunning...... unless we get back to some good old fashioned mutual horndoggin'. Make love not war may work. Unfortunately, men greatly tend to make fuck rather than love. We have a long way to go....

I hope society sees that McCain isn't Abel. I hope we see that brother doesn't have to fight brother, and rape and pillage all the rest. A real man doesn't go to war. He listens, negotiates and acts harmoniously. Obama can do that. McCain can't. We live in brittle days. It may be that McCain wins to fuck it all up to the bloody end, Bush's completion. Maybe there's only a place for Obama in a post 2012 world. The kookie must crumble, that I know. Weirder than weird is coming down.

Mono Culture is the problema. One size fits all. All of this kind of pyramid scheme is collapsing. Stay out of the way as best you can. Be yourself. Be autonomous. Millions and millions will starve and disease to death because of the madness of controlling everything into one non-diverse unit. Let us all sound the trumpet so that the WalMarts of Jerko come tumbling down.

I'm weird and diverse. I'm divergent. I'm not taking the path not taken or well trodden. I'm letting my burden down. I'm sooooo tired of all the God Dammed Pathology wherein you're supposed down your karmic rut and be proud of it. Flux that shit. I'm a rebel without a clause. No more contract with the drivel. I'm a credit to my own self, not my rating.

Let's have Truth and Reconciliation Chattaquas. Let's air our differences, our social and personal sins. Let's allow. Be and be together. What if we all sat down and shared what we do and don't like about ourselves and our communities.....

We can share before it gets God Offal during Apocalypsia. Obama be knowin' what I'm sayin'.... He could lead that. If we don't commit to deep social renewal, it'll be a festerville of fascist proportions.

The planet and the web of life are screaming! Getting a new efficient car is not going to remedy that. Step away from the pump with your hands up and say: I think I'll play today. Let Less move from Loss.... to open and free time. Space is the place, for you to rest and recover. I've been living that.

I'm slow from here on. My inner highways have been unwinding. The Nots are melting. I can be and let living be. Why urn a living by working like an ash? Fuck America being Great and Beating Everyone! I'm tired of being beaten. I'm shaken and stirred. No double ought seven for moi. The Bondage is broken. I'm not going to finger out how to be goaled. The Race is over, mine too.

Easy undoes it, one daze at a time......

Mark Herbert Krueger
mark@in2light.com
310.717.3671
http://www.in2light.com/

The Hummer and the 'Cycle

August 21, 2008

I've been having trouble sticking my landings lately. How about you? But, I'm better. Went to the emergency room a week ago. Even in the unbirthing belly bustin' existential dieathon that I had in Hawaii six months ago, I didn't go to the ER. In this small town, caring hospital, they gave me a morphine shot in one arm, anti-nauseant in the other. I sat around; they filmed my gut and gave me scripts for way potent antibiotics, referring me to a GI guy.

I'm not interested in the combat. I've finally unwound the pattern and the cooties to the point, the critical unmassing point, and voici! My guts are smooth and finding a harmony that I haven't enjoyed in several years. No antibiotic nuclear bombs. No intestinal incursions. I'm not interested in the combat.

My intent is wellness, though to everyone I've looked nutters. Oh well. That's what I choose, and I choose to unwind my way to native wellness and enjoy my being along the way. Onwards.

The OlympiAd hasn't much masked the goofy shiftiness going on. Paraguay, South America really, has aligned well away from the bushies. Musharraf has gone bye bye. I suspect we are witnessing UnPakistan. The weather is bomby. Russia's got Georgia on their land mind. They want to control a key petrol pipeline, just like Amerika wants to control Babyloonia. Ship of fuels running aground. Pique Oil. Fear is taking a front seat. The Martials are landing.

Maya Culpa, Maya Culpa. Confused says: Electile dysfunction is the sound of one hand clapping. These Masters baiter straighten up and Flay right, or their reign of error will come pouring down. We are tired of being soaked!!!!! Our state is Fluida, wet and wiled. These politics are a Faytal Micturation. The people are pissed in this summer of our incontent.........

Here's what the Topical Storm is really about:

Fey

Fated; doomed. [Old Eng. & Scot.] [1913 Webster]

In our hearts, we could all sing - Cry Me a River. Our culpa overfloweth.

The pain and heartbreak are vortexing. Spins are mounting inside of folks as the polarity flipflops them to a ne'er thee well. On the outside, der Spinmeisters hail their furors. The Race is on......... race, ridicule and reconditioning. Hail to the Fearor!

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On a lighter note.....

Fantastic book: The Playful Eye. I still read Highlights magazine at the dentist. This book is better. Elegant, fun perception bending.

Several years ago, the Brits legislated that the public can walk across private lands freely if they maintain certain decorum. I've hardly ever heard of a better thing. That's some real freedom! God Save the Green.

For true eccentric brilliance and practicality, here's something that's really exciting: SwimHiking. When you're ready to ford the Firth of Forth, you doff your togs; pack them in a special MI5 air tight back sac and Phelps to yonder shore. You can bank on that! Rubber Rucky you're so fine, you make bath time high and dry, Rubber Rucky I'm awfully fond of you. Row row row dee ohhhh.

Extra. Extra. In a little known communique, Michael Palin, has informed me that MI5 pushed through this project tout suite, pdQ, bonded with an air tight alibi. pM, Gordon Brown, received news from Cambridge School of Higher Urgings that excessive hiking caused by open lands has resulted in a spike in global body odor to a critical level not seen since the Blitz. Scotland Bed, Bath and Yard quickly devised the hermitly designed Rubber Rucky, thereby fostering a dip. Just in the nick of Thames!

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Coni Rice's PhD speciality was the Ruskies. I knew that she and the Gang would reinstitute the Cold War. She's a true Profit in my opinion. They've got missiles in Poland now, basically pointing at you know who. Get the picture on Georgia. This messin' is Messianic. She's the First Horsewoman of the Apocalypse.

There's no excuse for this Putinesca. Just another clever russe. The Hammer hammers and the Sycle sickles. It sure don't suckle. I'm proposing a countervalent flag for Amerika:

The Hummer and the 'Cycle

Hummer with Harley. It's a kind of numbskull and boners look. Gas hoggin' in glory! USA Way or the Die Way! Let's go petro on their asses..... Pump Power!

I'm Thoreauly disgusted. Give me a lovely little patch of green harmony and a hummingbird feeder..... I just saw Anna's hummingbirds mate in the air. Birds of a feather fuck together... and all these years, i've been getting flocked. Now I've been given the birds. Perhaps soon I'll fly united. If only I could find my nectarine....

When times are hard, when you're feeling all sysiphussy in the dumb grind on the Wheel....... it's time to get Silly.

Mark Herbert Krueger's
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As High Commissioner of the International Comeditee for Spatial OddLimbics, I hereby establish -

Spatial OddLimbics 2009

Spatial OddLimbics occur in years ending in 3, 6 and 9. They are dedicated to all that is Odd and Fun and Moving, to excellence in the silly sallies of spatial play. All events are funded by fun. No nations will be represented. Everyone represents their self. All will win the Golden Mettle, the highest award given for the glory of play and the agony of boredom. May the best heart win.

Every Summer of Years Ending in 3, 6 and 9 we shall celebrate just how odd and limbic we all are on spatial ship Earth. Here are the Events so you may begin training prehaste.

Slav Vault - This is a timed event. How many Slavs can you fit into a bank vault and how long does it take you to close the door? Points will be awarded for best headdress. Points will be deducted for best headrest. For non Europeans, slaves may be substituted, but freed upon release with forty acres and a mule.

Pommel Kitty - Volunteer cats are coiffed within a hair of their nine lives! The Brush With Death scaredy cats these bold felines. No escape claws can save these puss in bootiques. Deductions for over teasing, litter marks and Hello Kitty barrettes. The Brazilians have been dominant during the Bush years. What other Nair do wells dare aspire!?!

UnOdd Pubs for Men - This is a pairs event. Two blokes attend boring bars unevenly. Compulsories include: Bottoms Up, Elbow Bending in the Pike Position, Lagerfeld Curls, Bohemian Rhapsody and Pinting. Spilling out of bounds ensures the loss of two tipple points.

Sand Swimming - DoBuy sponsors this spatial Tournament of Erosion. BreastStrafe, BackScratch, Reverse ButterFry, Australian Crawl and QuickDiving are some of the highlights. Going with the grains will get you Gold!

Sequestrian Events - Lonely absence makes the heart grow stronger in these Spatial Reformities. Entrants lock their selves in horse paddocks. Saddled with responsibilities no mortal should endure, silent warriors spend day and night with their thoughts. Children not allowed unless accompanied by another child. Mettles awarded on the basis of contriteness and proper stall management.

100 Feet Kicking - This gantlet event is a running/crawling affair. The downtrodden pass through an alley of 25 judgers on each side, hell bent on stomping you right. Bruises are counted, with the highest prize going to the purplest splotches.

Power Golf - Mashie to putter, Big Bertha to niblick, these clubs are ready to rumble! Contestants face off 14 meters apart, alternating teeing off on each other until death. The Goodyear blimp will be in attendance in case of ties. Scots get a bye in the first round.

Double Deutsch - Women's Competitive Jump Wire. Teams of 4 women dance inside the whirling barbed wire. Slice and dice and everything nice.

High Jumping - Athletes take their drug of choice until they jump off of the 100 meter board. Need we say more.....

Lawn Pool - Billiards on your Belly. Nothing could be finer than to be in Caroliner with your belly on the Kentucky blue grass. Maple cues have been outlawed this year because of penal splinters. Aluminium has been introduced on a trial basis. Putting one in the side pocket is an automatic disqualification.

Naked Sailing - Catamarania! See tight bodies hike out! Passion and pontoons on the seven seas! Slip into something more sloopable.....

All judging will be final. No humans may be reproduced without the express written consent of major league assholes.

See you in Prague!

Mark Herbert Krueger
mark@in2light.com
310.717.3671
http://www.in2light.com/

Epoch of Lisp, Now! - A Cosmic MakeOver

Chapter 69 BathMan and the Dark Knightee

August 18, 2008

CountDowner has begun!.......TicTacİtock.... We have witnessed 8/17/2008!...... The Portal of Mortalia has opened!.... 4 years, 4 months, and 4 days before Maya Culpa: December 21, 2012! !

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>Before placing the Endive of Time into the Mayan Collander, every Green Goddess dresses smartly. Get on your needs and Lettuce Braise! Two parts Vim of Her, one part Man/Drake root, and a pinch of tush. (Ready baster, bend herb buns over sink, use Pam to moisten if needed. Apply stuffing liberally. Note: Conservatives often rush, limp pawed, getting the stuffing wrong. Wrist, people!) Swish the tender folds deeply with fresh, organic RKellyİ Pea Juice. Serve warmly with Brie and Todd.<

....now back to our xmen, y bother?........

Gaia has requested a complete Cosmic MakeOver, brought to you by Garnier, makers of Fructis of the Doom, Pre-Conditioner, in Kinky or Xtra Kinxky!!! Times they are re-arranging....

The Poles have reversed. They are now the smartest of the smart. No more Pole Lack jokes. The Polish saw sagely, long before there were Frankforters and Hamburgers. By Krakow, we must Link, or the Grid'll cake!!! Ham operators will be our only hope, unless.... we unmoor.......... the Dark Knightee of the Soul - BathMan, and his faithful slave, Rubbin, always Near and always Queer!$!

When we last were with the Boys, they had boldly faced Gaia's warming Globe. Rubbin traced the soft chenille with knowing fingers... "What's a growing Man to do?", he said soapfully. One swollen Nepal, fought to be free from Mao Ma's brawny clasp. Gaia could not bare another wardrobe male function, tit for tatter tales. To keep a breast, she went into training. "Nip the bud in it," she thought innocently.

Meanwhile, BathMan realized the NoCount Egyptian had soaked him for all he was worthy. Toweling off had left him dampened, but firm. He was racked with fears of losing face, a hand job could be a real beach you know!, if only he fluffed..... The last time he was between legs, he folded. Mat, his father, lay over the side of the tub, helpless to absorb BathMan's blows. BM must wipe alone!

>Unsightly ring around the collards? Try Oil of Tung. Let stand for an hour. Buff religiously. Just like nude!<

As Gaia reached her last gasp, Rubbin slowed to a limpid pace. She wanted his Armageddon, but, a lass, she craved BathMan's rough touch, to whet her apatite. "The Egyptian IsReal", she quaked. "He's knots", BM bellowed. "What the world needs now is Lava, sweet Lava. Not just for Juan, but for everyone!"

By now, G had spotted BathMan's promontory ways. She could hold back no longer. Her Globe was so hot, so very hot....... that it was.......... cool.

BathMan popped with glee. This was no Mock Arena. He sang in the shower of power, dancing to Gaia's favorite tune, awash in her black eyed peace....... "My humps, my humps, my humps, my humps, my lovely laddie humps......"

And that's a rap, brought to you by PeeDiddy, the only way to go on the run.

Mark Herbert Krueger
mark@in2light.com
310.717.3671
http://www.in2light.com/

OPM Wars

August 17, 2008

Are you feeling Occidentally disOriented? Porcelain brain? It's the OPM Wars. The old song and trance..... Whether it's the Olympics or the Iraqateers or South Ossetia: Other People's Money gets used for War. The Oilimpics blend corporate and government dough (what's the difference anymore?!?) in order to put on mock glory wars, while the real thing is made manifest all around. Then us'ns, the Other People, give our Money to pay for that rapery. Anyone remember 1936.......?

As the Games marched on the other day, Congress signed off on the USA staying solidly at the Iraqateria until at least 2010. Putin's got Georgia on his mind..... We should give him the Full Willie Nelson! Put peach pits on his putin. Be Gone With the Wind...... Ricky Bobby style..... NASCARnage!

Ossetia, Ossetia...... our tv setias will soon go from anal logging to digitalizing the crap, brought to you by proctologist and gamblers. Bend Over My Old Kentucky Rose....... The Ploughman cometh. The virtual world is not virtuous. The Virtualosos spin the body politic, the body electric, the Ever body. Reality has been usurped.

Can you not see that!?!

Slavery, just as we have been enjoying Olympic Mastery, roils in the underbelly. The euphemism has always been: working for a living. On the Wheel, if you haven't noticed, we're only working for a dying. That's why the Golden Arches are so popular. Kick me Beckham, through the Arc de Triumph.

The PoorPuss Driven Life. The Secretions. The New Age?! (All age is olding.) There must be glory painted at the end of the rainbow....... Glory, as they reign over your plot of goals. Evolve is revolve. Lemming just get a little bit farther down the Path....... while trying to avoid the already present pathetic pathology. The cliff notes get missed, and over the Top we go. Aren't we living the Top? We have it plummet Good. The Crash is creeping around the world's economies. Fear ashocka Fear ashocka Parlay Booooooommmmmm........ buster can you spare a dime......

Stop the Go, I say. Be and perambulate. Drop before you shop. Stop and let the roses smell you. Autonomize your life. Scrape off the wants that have been schmeared upon us. Give yourself credit, and say fuck you to there's. Live within your wealth, not their Means!

In this mad time, you can see the blind spots in the Software. Idiocy abounds. It's not you. Retire the Game. Untire! Be, and let the going some where go. Sorry Hopists and Progresser/Evolvers. It's just a roundy round, and folks is dammed and depressed about that. All Paths lead to the same place because there's a big rut in the Software. Everybody sees it, believes it, because they wear the same lenses. Bifurcatin's been goin' on.... Union doesn't solve suffering, either. Ya just have to pay more dues.

Go West young man, until you get old, then Go East old man, until you Dawn on your self.

We suffer from Possession. Either the slave variety we are familiar with, or the interdimensional kind, about which we're rather blind. They've got us. Then we have to go get sumthin' to get, and we better get on it while the getting's good before the Getty's get it all...... If ya think ya got, you're gotten. If ya think you're God, you're Goddin'. What's the difference?

Got, Bless Our Home. Worship at the Whaling WalMart. Be a race to your Credit. Live thy neighbor as thy self. Jesus saves, Moses invests and Allah Meccas bank. As Lisa Simpson said in the Simpson's Movie: "Apocalypse is family time."

Now everybody's got their kids, but it sure looks like the kids have everybody. Kid ownership is the Ultimate Sacred thing. The Repro Trance is getting dense. This likely arises when Times End. Meanwhile, we gnaw off our own leg, all of our neighbor's legs down the rung, and clear cut the planet in order to save it for our posteriority. Ass, and The Lord shall provideth.

It makes me wanna holler!

Oh unwell.

The Planets are shifting from Leo/Aquarius to Virgo/Pisces. Things are perfect. Things are a mess. Slavery to the messianic will be perfectly apparent. People have squirreled away the woes, transcendently, and now they will go nuts. Here's the current poster child. No one saw that the cannibalizing bus passenger had any problems in his life..... It's all good.......

Now, and for a long time, Ignorance will be Blitz. Push it down and it explodes back. Instant karma is getting everyone. Tis the effect of End times. You meet the Ends of your projections, conscious and unconscious. Now, here, this.... kapowie!

This is why I've been writing about this in2light style for almost ten years. Trying to get yourself, leads you astray. You can claim your own being and.... be. Or you can try to attain Consciousness, and go deeper in depth/debt/death, while thinking you are getting SumWhere. You weight for the premised land, collecting more stories upon the shoulders of other stories and under the asspisses of those above...

Tired of messin' that around?

Trances deepen by the nano nano nano second from here on. Blame wins over shame. Rungs obscure wrongs. Getting a head, does just that, and then it aches and aches. No rest for the worked.....

Stop, in the name of lust, before they break your heart....

We're going to seed. The flower children are drying up. Youngins will have to take over greening. We're blowin' in the Wind......

We're on the Eve of Instruction. Boomers are a generation to be thrown on the Pyre. We're the Vainest Generation, or perhaps, at best, the Vanest Generation. We do show which way the weather blows. We've blown it and blown in it. We've been rolling and stoned, our brows beatled. Fools on the Hill... tumbling down, tumblin' diced.

But the scramble has paid off. Our seediness has been fertile in the Myrtle. Freedom to be will win over freedom to consume. I will be a Had Not. I've had it all, was lost in it all, lost it all.... but all that is lost, but is not foundered. Being trumps towering. We may yet: halve not. We may share wholly. We may be together..... all our selves......... all Wonder.

Mark Herbert Krueger
mark@in2light.com
310.717.3671
http://www.in2light.com/

Thus Play On

August 12, 2008

How's the O'Limbics going for you? Watching all these amazing people doing amazing things with their amazing stories is heartening. The effort and concentration it all requires brings us to the somatic boundary where body and emotion are wedded. .......like parents cheering their baby's first step, fall and all.

It's lovely to see the Chinese more, as they live. I've seen some side reports from around the city. I like them. I don't like their regime. The world says the same about America and Americans.

Let's get these regimes off of us. I actually think humans get along okay. The overlay of Law is helpful to a point, and then the ignorance of blame kicks in. We project out the bad away from us and put a circle around the good. It doesn't work.

Being with what is as it is is simple and direct and leaves no residue. Good intentions are fucked from the beginning....... but we're not supposed to talk about that. Just intend and leave as much good/bad by the wayside as you can. It's embedded in the software, but you can minimize its effects to some degree. Trying to minimize one end of the pole, like good, never works. You just get blowback. The middle way is impossible, but will keep seekers busy. Everything just always changes. Changing positions on the game board doesn't end the Game.

The Law of Karma is simply the software that keeps everything in its rut. What happened will keep happening. You can flip to the other side of the story (Change), but the story will remain the same, and eventually you'll flip again, like it or not.

These days you can see the software. I'm the only person saying this so directly. I don't get much of an audience. Changing softwares is what is sold and taught. They've got a Secret..... I see what is front of all of us and I say turn off the software for you and melt the mechanisms of suffering itself, rather than getting a new and improved brand of cool crap software that's always being sold.

Here's a variety pack of what I've been seeing. W, our amazing president, spent longer in Beijing than in any city during his last seven plus years, at a sporting event, the only thing the nimrod can relate to. The camera caught him all alone tapping the flag against his leg. I would wager no president has ever done that. If you look up the silly flag rules, you'd find that presidents oughtn't do that. But there he was idly playing Taps with our flag as the boys and girls perish all over the world by that stupid cocksucker's hand. He has truly deimperialized the throne, may imperialization will be dethroned in the process.

Women's indoor volleyball is killer. I don't care for women's basketball, but vball is vjayjay awesome. I saw one player literally knocked off her feet by a spiked ball upside her haid. Do you women really like to kick ass? I presume so, especially after wiping so many. I just find it interesting to see folks go against conditioning, like men raising babies. The NY Times mag had an article some months ago about how girls are really blowing out their joints and such with female sports. Seems that more needs to be learned about women and their knees and proper training around that. You go girls.

The opening ceremony was incredible. I'm not a guy who watches that stuff but this was History. They spent 300 million cheap Chinese dollars to make that show. The LED screen the size of a soccer pitch was gorgeous. I thought the director, Zhang Yimou, really brought it all the wu wei.

With 2008 drummers drumming replicas of 5000 year old drums, from the Celestials who brought us gunpowder and printing, we all came full circle. It feels like the Chinese have won, though I'd say it's a tie, and leave it at that. China and America are siblings who can live without rivalry ultimately, give or take a century. But with this shamanic ceremony it was drummed into us archetypally: China Is...... demure no more.

The full circle is what I like. East has met West. Yin and Yang can, and do, dance, rather than fight for right and power. Long term, it'll be easier for America and China to abide each other than it will for America and Russia. What the opening ceremony so clearly stated was that China is committed to Harmony. That's where we are headed. We've given Peace a Chance and it hasn't worked. I say give Peace a Choice, everyday, and that's how we'll get Harmony.

The Chinese understand this much more deeply. Though their society seems insectivorous to us, the individual deferring to the collective, they do understand Harmony. I vote for Harmony. Peace is just the absence of War. I want Harmony..... with some lovely African rhythm......

I find the multilingual chatter, of say the women's volleyball competition, to be assuring, too. It's like hearing the kids interact at the picnic. There's a deep contentment knowing that they are playing and getting along. I'm not hoping; I'm choosing. Harmony, harmony which includes the noise of the human and the human family. I'm choosing.

Tension and release. That's how muscles work. That's how sports and drama plays. That's how the Wheel goes around. Sex is also famous for tension/release. Sex is apparently the number one sport in the Olympic Village from what I hear. Young hot bods under one buffet tent. Wowie. Tension and release galore. It's sexy, all of it. They've done a nice job. NBC hasn't gotten in the way and the technology is wonderful. You can really see people. I am an inveterate people and pattern watcher. I see a world that will eventually get along. Autonomy is key. Be and choose and you will not be controlled. In the controlled societies of China and America, I see humans being their selves. I vote for that, and the dismantlement of the control system. I'm not holding my breath. May we all take a breather....

Can you understand the gall involved in being a Chinese whose regime pulls off this amazing architectural feat, while weeks ago, 2600 schools collapsed in one second in Sichuan because the regime did not maintain any building standards for schools? Revolting.... in every way.

I can see the new Disneyland in China. Mini Maos. It's a world of small people after all........ Donald will have to duck in Peking.

Only Yao Ming, the Chinese basketball giant, got a bigger roar from the crowd than Roger Federer. He was so mobbed at the Village, that he had to take a hotel. The guy is the real deal. People see his laser nature. Imagine Tiger Woods in that arena!!!

Rafael Nadal is now playing scary tennis, beyond Roger. I hope they play again soon. Tiger Woods can't get a proper competitor. Tennis currently has perhaps the best, lazeriest rivalry ever, in Nadal/Federer. I hope it continues. Rafa will be greater than Rajah, except that I think his body will blow out. I'm not sure Fed can take the heat against history to surpass Sampras, to hang in the game while it is passing you by.

What I like about Sampras and Roger is that they cry. They mean what they feel. Roger is Swiss cool on the outside, but he his African hot on the inside. That's why I want to counsel him, spur him to let the heat out. Rafa comes natural to the heat. Likely he's got Moor in him, but he carries that Spanish fire. MacEnroe had the Irish fire to Borg's Scandihoovian cool, Viking Axe in hand.

Rajah hangs on the edge of just quitting, like Borg. He may not see it. Where do you go when you've nailed a kind of perfection? And where do you go when the hot one on your heels begins to surpass you? Sampras had the guts and lasertude to hang in. All things being equal, he'd still beat Fed in my opinion, and I'm a huge fan of both.

Fed will have to show the guts of Petey now, to really nail down the greatest title. It's that last bit.... Rajah has it. I'm rooting for him. Meanwhile, Rafa now approaches the greatest. I'm ready to call him that. When I saw he and Fed in person up close a few months ago, I saw Fed in full potential and Rafa building to his. Rafa's potential is beyond Rajah's. Roger knows it. But he can go beyond, into the diamond mind, and transcend even Rafa. What a delight to watch it play out.

Now for something completely different...... The 7/21/08 issue of the New Yorker has an article entitled: Turf Wars ..... about the American obsession with the lawn. We have an area the size of the state of New York covered in lawn. That's obscene if you know what lawns do to the environment....... water and poisons and all. We're a bunch of lawnatics, dumb sods, serfs with turf...

A number of the places I've been living have brought back natives to peoples gardens. Australia, smart desert communities, Portland, OR. Unlawn and unmow and unleafblower.... please.

The other day I saw John Gray's astro chart. He's the MenMarsWomenVenus dude. Double Capricorn in the Eighth House. A sexual profit. I never did buy his premise, though it started dialogue, maybe. Men and women are from Earth and suffer here. Turns out he has Venus in Scorpio and Mars in Libra, bassackwards from the Signs that those planets rule. He teaches what he doesn't know. A master baiter. He always looked like a grey to me. I suggest he discovers what planet he's from and leave the sex to us.

PBS had a rerun the other day of an excellent show about Horse and Rider. I do cringe at riding another critter; I'd prefer to see them run free, but it is what it is and I find it fascinating, especially to watch horsewomen and horses. I've had a few as lovers and friends, women that is, that were mighty horsey. One year I traded astro for equitherapy and got over childhood horsebucking with a big Warmblood as a friend.

I just admire horsewomen. They are amazingly fit, tough and aware. That's why I'm so drawn to them. They have this deep integrity honed by trying to merge across species boundaries. Horses are tricky. I was a vet tech and did a little large animal and I did take care of some Thoroughbreds for a year, but I don't even come close to understanding those critters, horses and women, har har har. But women and horses understand each other. And maybe nobody else can.

When I see Sagittarius in a woman's chart, she's horsey. It was very consistent. Anybody else can be horsey too, but Sag is the horse Sign and there's no mistaking that girls go through a horsey stage. What I find in horsewomen is that they didn't lose their selves. They stayed on the horse, their animus. Even if they fell off, they got up again and rode on.

They're bods are always battered by the horse life. Tough, but also tough over the top of their tenderness. I was sad for that, that the world demands tough over the top of tender. That's why I like to see dudes cry, women too. Tough and tender go together naturally. The patriarchy distorted all of that. So did the matriarchy. Toughness is finally just carrying on, which women seem to be better at, though likely conditioned by the repro stuff. Tough is so often callusedness, a defense against the feelings. That kind of tough is ignorance.

Here's a gorgeous book. California's Wild Gardens: A Guide to Favorite Botanical Sites. California is about as beautiful as any place on earth. It's been horribly ruined, but there's so much that still shines. You don't have to like California to like this book though. It really captures the Devas at play. If you need an eyeful of organic beauty, this tome delivers all the way to the heart.

Last summer I found my way to Ship Rock in NW New Mexico. I came up a back way on an itty bitty road that was the steepest I'd ever been on, up through the most beautiful canyon I'd ever seen..... and then it topped out above Ship Rock on one of the sides that has the long serpentine razor ridges.

It's the energetic center of North America. Esoterically, it may be the off planet installation that holds some kind of awareness here, like the Monolith in Kubrick's 2001 Space Odyssey. It is beautiful, including in an astronomical planetary way. I don't think it is the kind of place you go hang out. Only visiting.

I'd love to take people or groups to some superb places that I know and have just visited, secret jewels that are hanging in there on the planet. If you want a summer vacation/road trip extraordinaire, I'm for hire. What would be fun is to offer mystery trips. Folks would show up with just the appropriate kinds of clothes/supplies for said unknown adventure; and then I'd kidnap them to cool adventures of the esoteric, subtle and brilliant beautiful kind. Meet the plant devas and go to a landfill all in one day, and enjoy the mystery of both. Hang out in a lovely spot for days, just cuz people recognize how fine that spot is and don't have to go anywhere else. Being tours. It can happen.....

Who knows. I'm a fool for it. I'm for fooling around and enjoying being together. Going lightly, playing with what appears. I'm old and limpic. I've run my race. Now it's time to wander and get lost, to find the hidden wonders and stay with them, keep them company and laugh another day.

Mark Herbert Krueger
mark@in2light.com
310.717.3671
http://www.in2light.com/

Through the Octagon

August 4, 2008

8/8/o8 approacheth. Infinity is Cubed....... the Monster Eight China...... now enter the Celestial Gate:> thy Achtung Gone. It's the Olympiadvert for greecing commercial intercourse, SportPax(il) for the masses. East beats West. KaChink! Amerika becomes bitter than anyone else. Watch the opening sellomoney. See dick run, see chain gang. They dance the trance, for all to seethe, under and out, greatness groveling. The race is worn, the Rings recycled, brought to you by Wagner paint.... Glory to the Victor. All the rest are Losers. We have loser specials to help you become victorious......

Death and heartbreak lurk under the beauty. Something is amiss. Too many are missing too much. The tv barks; the dodgy caravan moves on. People are losing their heads.

It just keeps getting stranger. The Lotus is fully unfolding, and surprise, there's some ripe stuff down at the bottom. Even God, aka Morgan Freeman, had a life threatening accident. What's a mortal to do?

Well, you can run. Trampling has increased in the news lately. Hindu folks ran over each other, killing at least a hundred and fifty, when the Divine Mother worshippers heard the word avalanche and panicked downhill. I saw a photo of the aftermath. The corpses look weirdly undamaged. They lay akimbo, the life stomped out of them by the turning of laymen into lemmings.

Enslavement is due any day now. Listen for the whipcracks. The game of powerful/powerless has crested in fully glory. The Empire has no close, it has collapse, slow but uninsured.

Love is twisting in the winds of change. Individuals are breaking, budgets are breaking, will and care are breaking. Break downs are the result of hold ups, of holding up projections to make life worthwhile beyond the suffering....... except that now, during the dark night, the Ledger comes due.

Balance never happens. It's an odd verb, not a destination. It is an effort that now is difficult to bear. Balance is shattered by our extreme input into a dynamic system. Forty backlashes with a warped noodle.... and then you think some more...... Power is not the answer. It is questionable.

I've become a Passivist. Less Ado About Anything. We've overdone it in every way. I've gone Meek and don't even want to inherit the Earth. I just want to sit by some gentle shores of flowing water, green and Pranaful. I want to rest with the simplicity and beauty of the Serendips. Q'ue surreal, surreal, whatever will be, I'll be.......

My guts are embattled. Deep fatigue and pain that can't be scratched. It's hard to focus, write or do daily living. Maybe the bod is fading. Time will till. If the unscratchable pain persists, I will bid you adios. I just don't see the value in all the common and uncommon options around. I've had the proverbial good run. Now may simply be drainage.

I know that so many of you are having similar sojourns. Be and go easy with your days. Value you and the rest be left to its own business. Do not take blame. Unload what shame you can. At these times of existential loss in the changing of the softwares, you inevitably feel like a loser, as much as you felt like a winner on the upswing. Ignorance is now blitz. Your blissings from on high, likely got up and went. And the Gods hurt the most.......

Folks always think that I sell doom and encourage gloom. That's patently stupid. I only speak to it because it stinks in everybody. They endlessly haul about their gloomy dooms, unfaced. Now that shit comes to roost. It will roost as long as ignorance prevails.

End times offer the opportunity to see the ends of your unconscious projections. If you don't look, you get godsmacked. Choosing to shine on, positively goodly rightly, begets more slamming down into the shadow. The Orient fears losing face. The Occident fears facing loss. That's the Grand Slam that 8/8/8 presents.

We live in interesting times.

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Now for something distractive and baublescious:

Here's some links to the Turkish jewelry artist Sevan Bicakci:

• fashiontribes.typepad.com/main/2005/09/exotic_jewelry_.html
• www.nationaljewelernetwork.com/njn/content_display/publications/ couture/e3ibc969a6f5845dd73c2a17609e8d85fed?imw=Y
• style-nova.blogspot.com/2008/05/sevan-jewelry.html

I tried to find a new piece entitled Nuru 32. It's some kind of bizarre ring that you just can't describe. Isn't it wonderful when artists make things you can't describe?

Humanity has only had Perspective for less than 600 years. We have a ways to go, wouldn't you say? We still want a flat world. As you read this and as I write this, we are looking at a flat world, the Screen.

That's the Secret (not how to make a fancy life as you look in the Mirror). Realize the Game and you suffer. Realize your being and you can play with the Game.

Play, but don't make it real. The reason why it is hard to play in so much of the end daze is that the density of suffering sure makes it real. The cure has always been going to Heaven. But, transcendence only makes you super real, anti real. That Shift is what now hits the fantastic. The Uptrodden have downlift.

We are facing the real, which of course is not, but we've had a deep habit of making it ever so real. I say let the poles melt. Don't cling to an End to justify the meanness of life. Don't play both sides so that you Middle the Way. That shit will squeeze the be juices out of ya! Let the flight and fright unwind. Let the angst go out of the anxiety. Take the try out of the trials. You are free to be. Anything else is just the Game playing. Let it be. Let be. Let Life....... and hold your knows.....

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I'm going to share a meditation, of all things, with you. You can escape with it if you want. It also just helps to realize your own autonomy beyond the Pyramid scheme. This is the eleventh anniversary of its coming through. I've never written it. I initiated about fiftyish people to it back ten years ago. I bring it out now because of the 8/8/8.

This meditation will realize an octahedral merkhaba for ya. Eight sides. Two pyramids glued base to base, the shape of raw diamonds. It will dissolve you from the usual chakric system. You won't miss it. You'll be one chakra, your own, if you choose.

It was inspired by Leslie Temple-Thurston's work. Specifically, a process she calls doing squares. It's a method to unveil the unconscious and then offer it up for transcendence. You choose a polarity, like life and death. You quarter a sheet of paper, each quarter being a place where in you can stream your unconscious around your: in this instance, fear of life and desire of life, your fear of death and desire of death. It's quite amazing what arises. You can feel, smell, see the unconscious.

I'd already re-arranged the process, before the night I first sat with her. I'd paged through her book and saw that it was essential to call for a descent of consciousness into matter, along with the transcendence. We both shared an unusual lineage in Sri Aurobindo.

I took the element of her square process and reordered it so that it lined up with what I saw. Desire/Desire for the ends of a polarity vibrate higher in the human system; the Fear/Fear is held lower, in the belly. Then I did the process in my body and energy field. I subsequently found that the first stage was a method to call in the Christ Consciousness. I won't share the long story of how it all came through in six weeks time. Later, Archangel Metatron said that he'd been partly responsible for this merkhaba meditation; there was also a way to "fuel" this merkhaba that he showed me, which I will share; that was also revealed to have been an ancient Egyptian technique.

Aurobindo and the Sweet Mother became my primary teachers in 1977. I also became an astrologer that year and worked without benefit of a computer for twenty years. For thousands of hours, I looked at lines of numbers in an ephemeris to see the planets positions for a given chart. As a result, I became very skilled at embodying the complex geometries of the planets in my auric field. I was thereby built for holding merkhaba fields, too.

This octahedral merkhaba is very different from the heavily sold dual spinning deal of Melchezedik. If ya wannna keep spinning, have at it. What you get with this octahedral deal is you. No spin. Just Silence. No where to go, nothing to do.

I'll share it with you as I used it. I'll also give you an alternative, where you can just run the energy around and skip the archetypal stuff. It isn't the end all be all. It's to end the All, and be. If you are tired of the Matrix, step off.

Since this all comes out of the tradition of dana, of donation, I'll ask that of you. If you like this meditation and share it with others who like it, kindly share with me in the coin of this realm. As usual, like all bearers of things beyond, we don't get paid shit here. Perhaps it is time for that to change.

Mark Herbert Krueger's Octahedral Merkhaba Meditation

Sit comfortably ala meditation. Choose a polarity in your life. Examples: life/death, hate/love, me/you. It's essential to sort out an actual polarity. Liz and Tommy wouldn't be one nor would tea and coffee. Cook it down to it's essence. These are the archetypal polarities that the Dream is built upon.

In your imagination, see a box around your diaphragm. The top of the box is in your fourth chakra, the heart stuff, the Desire end. The bottom of the box is in your third chakra, the power center, the Fear end. The diaphragm is in the middle and represents the actual boundary between heaven and earth, between spirit and matter. Pneuma and Heart Above. Dirty Matters Below.

This meditation made it possible for me to blow through the splits and unions of the spirit/matter game which then made it possible for me to claim my own consciousness directly 1/1/2000, and the karmic clearing work that I have encouraged here for the last eight plus years.

Imagine the box in four quadrants. The two above: Desire for ------, and the Desire for ------. The two below: Fear of -----, and the Fear of ------. It'll start cooking. (Leslie's specialty is to illuminate the Polarity so that you can see the Game. I saw that she missed the inherent polarity in the spirit and matter game, in the transcendent game. Going Up to Spirit won't and hasn't solved suffering. You just feel Better, until that wears off and the next polarity presents itself in life. Likewise for bringing Spirit here, into matter. It's the software that's the problem, not one state or another.)

{You can dwell on what it all means or you can just let it be an energetic process. Just let energy substitute for the meaning stuff if you like.}

Now take the bottom line of the box, and offer it up (pull it up if you are doing the energetic thing, you'll get the energetics of it either way). Offer up the fear for transcendence and let the energy and intent move up through your body/energy field until it triangulates out at the chakra above your crown chakra/head.

Then take the top line of the box, the desire stuff, and offer it down for the descendent state. (I won't explain the descendent state, it is in process, indeed! and we're less familiar with that, since when we get here and immediately tend to go back up the tunnel from whence we came.) Direct the energy and intent so that it goes down through your body to the chakra below your "feet" on the earth end.

Immediately, you will be lined up so that the shushumna, the Core Light that Leslie speaks of, roars mightily. It is the vertical shaft of light, as they say, that the bod forms around. Let that be and enjoy. It's just appeteasers.

Next, the sides of the box. They represent yin/yang, male/female in the energetic sense. You just unwound the fear/desire matrix that runs everything in the Dream. Now on to the Electrics of the deal. Offer the right side of the box, call it male/yang if you like, and pull it through your body until it exits out your left side for the transcendent state. It will park at an arm's length out. Now do likewise the left side pulled out through the the right.

Now the energy of the shushumna widens to the width of your body and comes roaring beyond roaring. It may be subtle or vast, we never know. Just notice. The first time it pressed my body right down like a waterfall of light, which it is.

Lastly, the box is actually a cube. There's a back and front to it. They represent past and future, time. So, offer/pull the front side of the box back for the transcendent state. Direct it back through the body until it lands an arm's length back. Also, pull/offer the back of the box out through the body to an arm's length in front.

Pop. You just unwound the energetic/archetypal box, akin to the ego some might say, into the octahedron which represents your autonomy. It isn't your being. It's still a dream in a dream. But it will help you to be beyond the normative ruts that obscure your being.

You can travel interdimensionally with this, like any merkhaba. That wasn't my interest. Been there, been done by that. This octahedral merkhaba, at the time I called it the Home Star, simply is Silence. The Peace of the Absolute. If that gives you pause that refreshes, so be it. No woulds to chop, no whatever to carry.

You can also "fuel" it, per Metatron's instructions, for what it's worth. This is an old Egyptian meditation, and of course, all this stuff was universal, it just got tags.

Take energy/light in through your third eye. Move it through your skull so that it comes out the other side and flows down the back of your body, around under your perineum and up the front of your body so that it shoots up through your jaw and out your crown chakra. The energy will fill up your merkhaba, tout suite.

In the dana tradition, if you appreciate this meditation and would like to donate coin of this realm to me, you can do so by PayPal, my email address below is my account; or if you'd like to send something by mail, please see my contact info on my web site; there's also a PayPal link there.

Feel free to share this as you like. Please keep my contact info included.

Peace be what you are.

Mark Herbert Krueger
mark@in2light.com
310.717.3671
http://www.in2light.com/

Moonshadow Moonshadow

August 1, 2008

If you can muster some play, I say go for it. The Limbo continues. Have some fun in the sun. Revivify. Go all melty mushy gushy. No $ required. It's been really fucking tough for everybody, whether they know it or not. So much anxiety often sours relationships in hard times. The lack attacks make you feel like dearth warmed over. But alad and alass, you can open to the adventure/pain mix and hold each other dearly. You can undivide and unconquer. Share and share different. Be and let be.

I don't recommend hope. See, be, choose and let loose. I don't recommend love, as a solution. It's what happens here. Often it is used to cover the suffering, as is hope. That deep well of transcended-over, put it where the moon don't shine shadow, erupts volcanically, vulcanizing where the robber meets the ridden. Then there's the ages old promise of the Future, it's tried and trooped, but it sure as shift doesn't work either; it doesn't make the suffering go away, ya just feel different. That'll change too.........

As the whirled spins hard and fast down the Mayan drain of spiral time, the Quickening quickens the spin of all turning dramas. The result is that you get to see the connected dots in the Yin/Yang Game. We are in the shift of the poles. Who cares if Santa goes penguin. It's the polarity that shifts. Good seems bad and vice versus virtue. You can see that the Game never goes anywhere but round and round. That's why it's End times. You can see the end of the projections and the projection machinery itself. That's why it feels way bummery now. Even your good life sucks. And the Gods suck, hard. They tumble to Earth as Heros rise onto High....

It's the Churn. and now we get the Burn, cuz you can see. Go ahead and buy the good/bad, I do. You can't help it. As you slice things more densely, it does seem more real, sort of. But for hell's and heaven's sake, don't believe it. Don't make it SuperReal, the Golden Arches of Destiny with sugar on top. Live by the Score and die by the Score, and America does. It's what it sells.

The Slams and the Dunks are now upon us. The Capitalists are being decapitalated. How it looks and unwinds is anyone's guess? It's like which way the folds of the Wicked Witch of the West's dress will fall. She melts, any way. We're not in toto anymore. The blizzard of odds are getting even.

What'll get you through the daze is by playing with all sides of the whatever. Play with the turdliness as you can. Hanging on to the brighter side of life will darken your doorstep repeatedly and reactively. Exploring the shadowy bits, allowing them the light of day, let's them compost. Sometimes the breaking down includes your own bits of breaking down. There's a lot of that going round. It comes with the terroritory. Give it space, not belief. Take time, take pleasure and comfort, take another look.

There's a new you with this New Moon of 8/1. In actuality, there's less not you. You've always been you. Thus, decrust. Uencumber. Get out of the Program. Don't do your work; it's been doing you. Do what you want to do. Notice, there are always extreme fire alarms from all directions, when it is suggested that you do what you want to do. If you undo, there's a lot less of that.

Our cages were other-inflicted and then internalized to the point of self infliction. To remedy the loops, you have to keep kissing your own ass ad noseauem.......... unless you realize that it's just the software twitching here to and there fro. Your yin is getting yanged around, like everything else on the Wheel. Realize your being beyond the Wheel and any notion of some Great Hand at the Wheel, including your own........ Voici!

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This minstrel feller reminds me of me. He's been out on the road for some time, singing into their eary canals, paddling his canoe up and down shift creek. If I was younger, I'd go simple to get around, too. I've taken on a few adventures in the day. But these days, I'd prefer a motorhome. The road ain't easy. This young man means it. I like that. Sing on, bro!

We've gotten relief from smoke here. Gas has dropped about twenty cents. California is having a tough time. I 'spect that'll continue. This state has a way of ignoring things, not taking care of business; it's skewed to development. One good quake on top of fires and all that, there could be a snap.

Resources have/are dwindled. Time to re-source. Autonomy in food and energy are the way things will go. Homesteads will be actual economic units rather than consumption warehouses. Last year I stopped at Abe Lincoln's pop's homestead. He'd remarried and moved to southern Illinois. It's a sweet spot. I landed, as often I do, when no one was around. Abe did walk here and I could feel him. I grew up some and was born in the Land of Lincoln; Emancipation is dear to my heart. I wept at the simple directness of his being, like oak/hickory. Strong and rooted.

Anywho, the homestead demonstrates how folks lived 150 years ago. I liked a lot of things about it, how the home itself was organized, how useful it was in making life. Plasma screen electro fire on the wall isn't the same kind of Hearth. The place was organic, integrated to the land and rhythms of life. Yummy. We can get their in a modern way. Simple elegance. Generous of space to all. Light and aerie, if ya know what I'm sayin'. A perch instead of a purchase.....

I found wonderful housing/living/community in Australia at The Ecovillage and Crystal Waters Village. I highly recommend both places. It's not easy living these changes. The cause has chewed up lost o' folks. I hope to support them some day. Thanks to all who bring us on home..........

How's about we reframe loss and less to: simple? Much of the life we have known is melting, sifting through the Maya Colander. Less is lesson, more is moron.... for now. Life itself is charging for Baggage, if ya know what I mean..... We can't carryon any longer. Our overhead is full. Pretzel logic leaves us empty. We aren't allowed the actual fright, so we must endlessly take flight.... yet we're out of gas. Ethanolics unanimous is but a sobering thought.

Growth is an illness and a wellness. We have little wisdom about either. Corporatus must grow 'til the bottom line lines the bottom with goaled diggers wanting more for less; more for them, less for us.

Do you wanna live that way!?!

If you strike at them, you strike out. We are all more than stricken, ill from being excluded from our natural wellness. Go on strike. Undo. Shed the trappings. Get out of American Idle. You've been Foxed. You dance with the fucking Screen, rather than the stars.

Rage against the Umpire. Unmake rules and rulers. Undaze a day at a time.

We are oh so tired of Powerful/Powerless, under Heaven, and over.

It is time to Be.

Powerflow.

Peacefool.

Pantastic.

Not alone or all One. Being Sharing. No big deal. No need to deal in the need/want sham a slam a ding dong. Let my people be. Let the pharaoh go. Every day is a play. Some things ya like, some ya don't, so what. Bidness as usual.... but....

You can enjoy yourself.

It all comes and goes. See the pretty colors. Take your golden ring in the olympiad, run, jump and vault..... as you throw it into our current mount of doom.

You are precious.

The Ring is not.

Mark Herbert Krueger mark@in2light.com 310.717.3671 http://www.in2light.com/

On the Edge of Heartness

July 29, 2008

I found a terrif book: You Are Being Lied To. It's in the vein of Howard Zinn and Noam Chomsky, the folks that take a deep look for us. It does speak of the Bush Family's wealth being built upon many years of Nazi collaboration, and so much more. Here's a tidbit:

"US investment in Germany accelerated rapidly after Hitler came to power, increasing by some 48.5% between 1929 and 1940, while declining sharply everywhere else in continental Europe"

Amerika runs its own kind of fascism. It has gotten obscenely worse and obvious during the reign of Bush II. This notion that we are good is a mixed bag. Lot's of Americans are remarkably kind. Ou