Everybody's crankin' and cranky. Hurricane Wilma cranks her way through the Gulf, Florida and beyond. She produced the lowest atmospheric pressure ever recorded in the Atlantic/Gulf of Mexico a few days ago. How low can you go in the limbo lane? The Grand Cross produces tremendous spin in the psyche. That in turn produces the grand spin of major hurricanes. Damage and drama follow. The grind is amped another set of notches on the dial o' dread this week. The Sun enters Scorpio (thereby joining in the Cross) on the 23rd at 3:43 am EDT. Likewise, Jupiter goes Scorpio on the 25th at 10:53 pm EDT. Neptune goes direct on the 26th at 7:27 pm EDT. Simply, there's a whole lotta bad feelings flying around. Do not make them real!!!! Let them burn. You don't have to do anything about them. Old files are popping open, especially from other lifetimes, not to mention this jolly little life. Let it drain or risk a long, deep festerval. Ye olde wounds are ready to be unwound. They spin like crazy. It's not you that is spinning, except, BIG EXCEPT, if you identify in these crusty, cruddy stories. I know how real they feel, but take deep breaths and let them unreel.

Guilt, major guilt, is up. It's the bad feeling thing, feeling bad. This is essentially the condition and conditioning of Creation and it is what drives the feel good, be good, it's-all-good cover-up. Bad feelings of all varieties root to the fact that you can't get yourself from the Dream Machine. You're supposed to get yourself from the Other, great or mundane, being or thing. The chase leaves you chaste and chafing, unrequited but believing. Are you bored and tired of all this yet?!? Creation doesn't work for you. You have to work for it with crumby rewards while maintaining that attitude of gratitude for the Great On High. Yikes! Can you see how insane the whole thing is? These days are full of Cross and Double-Cross feelings which illustrate what is going on all the time. This be the benefit of the mind grind of our era.

Rage and resentment are rioting. Holy Toledo, to name a recent eruption. It's one flu over the cuckoo nest with drowning deluges and roaring rubble of troubles. The terror inside is much worse than the actual threats and it's pretty bad on the outside for many people. Ever mind. If you think you might lose it all, you're right. It all comes and goes. So also on the spiritual holy-go-round. This week's saint is next week's sinner. Noticeably, you have to do some serious contortions to get the God/Good thing swallowable. All of that will be tested over and over again in the years ahead. 'Tis all beyond the understandable. Faith leaps are getting crazier by the day. Venus is conjuncting Pluto in Sagittarius which elicits all of the efforts to prop up the Game through understanding, Faith and projective assumptions around striving/struggling/higher learning. What's coming down for years in a row is so inscrutable in the rack and ruin and absurdity. The gaskets of the higher mind are getting blown. In the nitty gritty, more and more areas can't get the supplies and labor and capital to dig their way out of being buried alive. How many forms of bankruptcy will be revealed. It's Creation that is bankrupt, always. The cornucopia of suffering that offers trinkets and hope can be seen for what it is. Finally, there is nothing wrong with it but there certainly is nothing right with it. As every day goes by, people and institutions have to crank up righteousness and point to wrongeousness in order to keep their feeble, floundering games in control. Ugghhhh. Triple ugghhh.

Folks just aren't going to take it any more. The safety valves are blowing. Mayhem is erupting. Choose your life now. Drifting will draft you into the daft. Coercion and control are dominating. The Fascism and fascia are inflamming. Eruptions are upon us. Goddess Pele is very restless. Magma is a dragma. Cinders wrought asunders. Most of hell breaks loose.

Discharge your feelings but don't make them real. Old gooping is eroopting. It's old crap. Do you see? You are getting triggered to old files of drama and drubbings that peel open inside out and upside down. Clear your identification in the crap. Don't heal the wounds! It doesn't work like you think it does. The owiee gets better but you'll be left in the worse/better mode and soon enough some other owiee arises for more healing. Let the patterns of wound/heal clear. Otherwise, you end up being the wounded victim or the savior healer. How boring is that???! I know just how popular all of that is. CryOn Chiron and so froth. But who needs it? And who kneads it? The Mind, over and over and over again. Egads!

I want you to see that all of the strategies of love, faith, healing, higher, hope, struggle and ascendancy never do work. Cut bait! Get off the hooking projections of the mind's endless lame-o-rama drama. It's silly business that must be made real in order to cover the stench. Stop, and smell the grosses. You can enjoy yourself despite the madness.

Unravel the gravel,
Mark