Ever notice that you become what you fear? WWII manifested the Nazification of the US. The supposed principles that we were fighting against became internalized in the US government. Wars are always fought for the money and the power and not the principles purported. Fear and desire are kissing cousins. We run after what we fear we don't have; that's called desire. We run away from or attack our shadow, what we fear we are. Now with W Zero in the slave driver's seat, the US has gone Baghdaddy. We invade them externally and they invade us internally. What goes out, must go in. Bombs away. It's all the rage.........

Face what you fear and you don't have to be haunted by it, you don't have to become it in the tidal flows of karma. Embrace the shadow, not that it is you, but that it is an echo from looping suffering long ungone. These are reactionary days of tsunamic proportions. The karmic beach balls of old, unfaced psychic goop cannot be kept under the water anymore. They pop up like IEDs, weapons of minor destruction, dramas of major distraction. Investigate so you don't detonate. We all have madness and bloody rage packed away in the hamper. The gravity of such charge hampers your being. Let it out without dumping on others projectively. Say what you want and what you don't want. Leave situations that you are done with. Drop relationships that are finished. Move on while you are being with the ones you loved. Allow the fuck you along with the fare thee well, but don't make it real. Make choices, not reality! Claim your own consciousness and clear your own karma.

It's Taurus time as the Sun therein enters at 4:07 am PDT on the 20th. Houston, we have traction. Get on with things. I know, it's a drag or certainly feels like a drag. Get on agoin'. Git 'r done. Git along little dogged.... I know it feels like molasses. Switch from mole asses to cummer bunds. Maybe try butt ox or booty calling. Get on your ass, take a shift, shake your tushie and proceed down the shallow bricked road.

Nothing is solid anymore. Unwind. Keep it simple, Stooped. Stand up and fly like you want to.

Enjoy your beautiful self and the lovely week,
Mark