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 by Mark Krueger Archive 2005
The Seven-Eleven ElevenHappy 11/11 and spiritual convenience shopping. Lot's of folks are all worked up on this one. More New Age mania hoping to enlighten the planet. This kind of New Age saviorism smacks of the old Piscean Age dream drivel and is nothing of what the Aquarian Age will offer. Remember there's always 11/12, 11/13 and the Big Wheel keeps on turnin'. This one is supposed to take us into the Fifth Dimension. I saw them in 1967. Good band. Some of their hits are most appropriate: Stoned Soul Picnic, Let the Sunshine In, Up Up and Away, Go Where You Wanna Go, Sweet Blindness, Save the Country. There's nothing new in the Dream. Evolving is a revolving portal Game. If you want to take the elevator of transcendence, go ahead, but realize that the slam of descenscion is hot on your healings. Hey, wasn't that exact Grand Cross of the last week a total toaster? What a riot! If you are still able to breathe and read this, ya done good! There's one more big exact cooker in January '06, but the Grand Cross marches on......... Just to cleanse the mind's palate, we have Mercury retrograde on the 14th at 12:42 am EST. ('Twill go direct: 12/3/05) For some divine fairness, Uranus goes direct on the 15th at 7:08 pm EST, followed by the Full Moon at 7:57 pm EST. Be awareful!!!!!!! The mind'll have you coming and going. This Full Moon is in the Grand Cross which is a peaking of the New Moon that also was in the Cross. It's all so over the top ya gotta laugh, one way or another. Your intentions count these days. Your karma's intending for you unless you clear that crap. Be baby be! As the week proceeds, the planetary geometries get about as complex as they ever get. It looks like five dimensional billiards on LSD. Hey, maybe that's the way you feel. Is your ping looking for your pong in all the wrong places? Stop paddling yourself. You'll have a net loss of the noisy mind. Table your tenseness. You must be way tired by now. Let go let go let go. I've been driving across the US. In the panhandle of Texas, I approached Acoma. Sure enough, with great civic billboard pride, I read the roadside missive: Explore Acoma. That's the chant of the Dream. If you are tired of the silly sally through the salacious salivation syndromes of seeking, have a session. I can remember to you how to drop the Dream and be.
Take care of your wonderful self, ps On I-40 in Texas lies a town named Bushland. Hail to the Cowed Boy! |