April 1, 2005
2b or not 2b
Happy foolery to you. Is there a better time to get foolish than during
Mercury retrograde with Bush as president and reality shows defining
life for the American Idle? I was shopping at Maelstrom's iRaq
yesterday and couldn't help but notice that the shelves were full of
plenty for freedom loving consumers. The Evening Noose reported that
Fallujah was coming out of its post-obliteration depression. The clip
showed endless panoramic destruction there as a US patrol shot to death
an innocent driver of a car that made the mistake of driving too fast,
only to be followed by the declaration that a dozen families had
received post-obliteration monetary compensation. Now that's
liberation! The Pope got a feeding tube, meanwhile, after 15 years of
limbo, Miss Terri was tubeless in Atlanta still tarrying before finally Schiavoing off this mortal coil.
So many are watching the tubes! Godness Gracious, things sure are going
down the tubes during this tubescent Year of the Cock. Could there be
any doubt? Tube or not tube, that is the question. The answer is
tubular indeed.
The week starts with that boxed in, gonna die, victim reeking Grand
Cross kinda feeling. Moon and Saturn oppose in Capricorn/Cancer; they
are squared to Venus/Sun/Mercury in Aries opposed to Jupiter in Libra.
This is another deep echo to the life and death in the balance set up
that we've had for the last two months. Sumatran earthquakes shiver the
timbre of our time. Unrest is coagulating. War has been internalized in
a certain way: astral unraveling. Senselessness is burgeoning. No
security can remedy the insecurity. No power can quell the fear.
Questing for yourself in the Dream is never ending questioning. Looking
for, or even attaining, the Answer is dubious do do. You can be and
make choices. Beyond that......... well....... wait and see. To do to
get to get it together is its own unraveling. You are simply seeing the
mind's divide and conquer by distraction program, over and over and
over............ thinker trails on the chalkboard. Folks are becoming
more and more angry. People look blown out, shocky and reactionary.
Here's mud in your I. Bottom's up. Jeers.
I'm moving around the country giving a talk entitled: Beyond The End
Daze in which I speak of the end, the grotesque end of the Piscean Age
in the years ahead. Come check it out. My Calendar page and following
this Update on this page are where I announce my offerings. If you'd
like to hear this presentation, please let me know and we can see about
me showing up in your area. This End Daze is deepening each week. The
effects are disturbing and dulling and delerioizing. Civilization is
having a Big Whack Attack. Out of whack is normalizing. I say claim
your consciousness and clear your karma or forever hold your pieces.
The Rumble in the Jumble boxes you about the head and shoulders, not to
mention the survivalesque lowest chakras. You don't have to be in the
jam.
The rest of the week is real spacy. Be aware. With Mercury retrograde,
no Earth signs and Aries's leapiness, there is a field of dreaminess.
The Earth is Dearth song of the psyche is sticking like a broken
record. Those not-enough feelings are screaming. More is loss in the
mind, but it'll never tell you so. Gain begets game; loss leads to
lessons that lose you in the shuffle. Just do what you want! It doesn't
matter. Let the stories and projections go and just be and choose. The
suffering is in the expectation that anything material or spiritual, or
the whole existentialada, will deliver you to yourself. Not gonna
happen. Read thy blips. You aren't failing. You are becoming aware of
the Game, of its failing to deliver you to you. All you get are cheap,
fancy trinkets, handfuls of mirage. This gnawing of the bonafide while
waiting for the Truth Ferry is getting old for you. Or it's not. But if
you hear what I'm saying, you are getting done with the Dream. The
spiritual/material solutions offer you deliverance yet leave you
holding the bag; empty or full matters not. Dissolution from the Game
dissolves your identity in the problem/solution system. Let it come
undone. Make choices and play with the Dream or be entombed to the
gloom and glory holy roller coaster. It is your choice.
No foolin',
Mark