The geometries of this week's planets are beautifully kaleidoscopic. As I've been saying, these are lovely days. However, simultaneously you may feel buried. Karma is that buried feeling. Karma is just old stories wanting to onion layer a new story onto the old ones. It's the barnacles of your loops that you feel. This is a unique time in which you really can see the bones of the Game; you can grok the infinity loop of it all and realize that it's not the fun, gratitudinous adventure that it's enchanted to be. You can choose to continue the endless efforting to do something to be somebody in the house of mirrors, or you can claim your own consciousness and intentionally unwind your looping barnacled insulation that is wrapped around your being. To be or not to be is the question, but it doesn't have an answer. There's just the choice. Choosers are not beggars, seekers and genuflecters. They just are. No big deal, waaaay less drama and projection. Thus play on.

Mars is hanging with Neptune this week as they oppose Saturn. This elicits revolution, protest and collusion around those victimacious, reactionary identifications. Given that the art of tyranny has become a post-Orwellian perfection, it's a little hard to get the word out let alone effect change. If there wasn't the internet, I reckon many more lemmings would've gone over the cliff lately. The USA is the most propagandized culture ever. It's called advertising mostly, but there's also the fascist double-speak spin of the Feds and their corporate keepers. This is so very evident now too. The empire wears no clothes. The aggression is rather naked and is accessorized with baubles and bangles of peace platitudes. The sheep are restless; their eyes may be itchy with excess wooly notions. The God Shepherd is doing his darnedest to flock them over and over again while lots of us want him to go on the Lamb. The Rapture is being revealed as the Rupture. I'd like to know what Jesus would undo. Maybe it's time for the Burning of Bush. I reckon he and the Dick will not be in office by January 2009. I don't know how they'll exit, but I see mayhem and muckmaking galore.

These months are relative calm before waves of storms of all sorts. Somebody's gonna buss a cap in some major ass soon. Tsunami is the metaphor of these watery end times, like Katrina. Ripples of overwhelm are mounting. Those of you who are sensitive, and that would be much of my readership and clientele, have been pre-feeling layers of apocalypse no doubt. The psyche and manifest appearance of the planet is wretching in need of amazing grace. I say dump the wretch and grace business. They come as a package. They also come as a mega delivery at the end of the Piscean Age. Grace is the problem not the solution simply because of the projections involved. If god is great and god is good, why are things so petty and shitty? It's because god has layers of unprocessed petty/shitty stories that god never faced. God just transcended interdimensionally over them and then unconsciously projects god's unprocessed shadow back onto the mortals on the other side of the veil. The mortals meanwhile are projecting their forgotten godlike shiny bits out onto the great Holy and that is what makes the Wheel go around.

Belief is simply the projection of the positive end of a polarity out onto something while pushing the negative end into the unconscious shadow. One runs to the Light and runs from the Shadow. Ain't it gerbilicious? The efforts of Power (Power of Now, Power of Intention, Power of Attraction) are simply exercises in powerlessness. That's why power sells. It never works, in the long run, so you need more of it or new improved it or higher it or....... If you're identified in the mind, you only see the shimmer in the mirrors. You keep voting for the Spiritual Idol in the reality programming. The Song sucks. It sucks you in. You try to get out, which sucks you in deeper. You get judged by the Bored. Thumbs up, thumbs down, thumbs in your I.

Your Heart, Love, God, Power, Light, __________, Oneness, Two for the price of Oneness and what has you is not going to set you free, is not going to give you peace, is not going to give you joy like you think. That's the cosmic joke in the funhouse of mirrors. Your own being is peace, freedom and joy. Every effort to get such from the Dream leaves you with suffering: the endless search for yourself when you already are yourself. The Game can end for you if you claim your own consciousness and clear your own karma.

Just undo it,
Mark