Open

 "Open"

Poem by David Sky

Ghosts are real, politicians are not
Psychopathic serial killers rare,
Narcissists common

Look for your true self
Where you are not
Do not walk, run, jump, fly or crawl
But wait;
Still,
Quiet,
Open 

"The Universe Personified" Autobiographical Short Story

 

Part One

I was always looking for God myself. I finally got the meet God and talk it all out in 2007 thanks to psilocybin mushrooms, but that is another story. I mean that is what I was interested in primarily and what I have mostly doing in life. Very Sagittarius, must say. Well, that and romantic love, and sure, mixed the two up, no bones about it. Goddess worship could not come more naturally to me. I never was much up for sports. I tried to get it up for politics but damn just can't do it, I mean, I'd rather be poked in the eye with a sharp stick than watch another minute of cable TV News. All that to emphasize that I would have never in a million years figured that The Universe was a “male” entity and a drunk, at that! And please do not yell at me about this situation not like I made it up or have any control over it, just found it this way, OK.

So here's the deal, I finally found The Universe drinking heavily late one cold winter's afternoon in a dive bar about half way between Santa Fe and Taos, New Mexico near the Rio Grande River. ( I know, right, who would have thunk it?) Now of course The Universe is not God but it came to me that it is The Universe who primarily is in charge of the nuts and bolts administration of reality, as it were. Think of God as the owner of a private corporation and The Universe as the CEO. So you can go to The Universe and see if (He) can help work things out and then, if not, well, you take it up the chain of command to The Owner. So that is a metaphor maybe not a good one but goddamn original, give me that, and all to say that it´s a process, man, a process.

If you have qualms about the feminist implications, and I understand, do not bother The Universe with it, He doesn´t want to hear it, trust me on that one. Take that shit up with “The Owner”.

Part Two

The sunlight outside is preposterously bright but the air is so cold that a half inch of old snow lies unmelted on the cactus even in the full light of a frigid afternoon sun. Inside the bar is darkness heated by a wood stove and the air so bone dry that your nose hairs start to burn after a while and when it's quiet enough – which I it never is! - you can hear your own skin crinkling up. There is a faint stench of urine. Anyone who lives here for any length of time ends up with skin looking like worn out leather. The Universe is sitting at the small bar alone, skin sure enough looks like worn out leather, I note, a big German looking guy, narrow waist, broad shoulders, not an ounce of fat, maybe mid thirties, I'd guess, running big, bony fingers through thinning, dirty blonde hair in the bad light when I first set eyes on Him. I am shocked and taken aback, not going to lie. Reality is so much different than I ever imagined.

I sit next to Him and introduce myself and The Universe nods and smiles politely, says, “hey” but does not identify Himself or even look up. I tell the bartender to bring two of what He is having and make it doubles and The Universe smiles turning to me with a toast, “to you, Mate”, he says in an Aussie accent, to my delight.

Good thing for me in this one case that I know my alcoholics. Long story short, by the age of seven, I could tell a mean drunk from a happy drunk or sad drunk with little more than a glance in their eyes. The Universe is a morose alcoholic who passes through a euphoric phase, I determine, and I hope that he was still in the euphoric phase. I am thinking that when He hits that morose phase, I want to be miles away from this place. It is a very weird but not unknown feeling to me having more than I have liked been around dangerous men who had to be handled like undomesticated pets that are amazing creatures often but could turn on you in an instant and eat your face off. Don´t judge is my motto and advice, frankly, sure you can do what you want, but it is what it is and The Universe literally has the weight of the world on His shoulders. If you think about it, managing the daily nuts of bolts of reality is no job for that “Nice Guy” – The Universe has to be able to make some pretty tough decisions and then live with them, if you know what I mean. Same as any CEO, really, have to be at least half a sociopath for these kind of jobs.

After our drinks come, a single malt Scotch, I discover, neat, I ask of Him as casually as I can manage, “so why did you take advantage of a Walk-In body, Universe. What was it suicidal guy, guessing?”

His drink stops half way up to His lips. I could see calculation flash across His face for just a beat then He says, non nonchalantly as you may please, “good guess, a suicide case, yes” downing the rest of His drink then slamming the empty glass down the counter, “load me up,” He tells the barkeep in a cheerful, friendly tone. It makes me think of that guy Steve Irwin. I really like that Steve Irwin.

"You're buying, my new Friend," the universe winks. We both know that it is not a question and He is determined to show no surprise that I recognize Him.

"I'd insist on it," I reply. I note that he doesn't go into why he had entered the body of this suicidal fellow but let that go even though it is a curiosity. Not my real concern here and the clock is ticking.

I saw that I would have to jump in for The Universe was about to cross that threshold from euphoria to morose any time now by my calculations - “I want to know about God,” I ask, “anything You can tell me?”.

He starts laughing then coughing so hard that my thought was He might throw up then after this paroxysm settled down said, “don't we all, Mate, don't we all”, in his Steve Erwin voice very much amused.

“Seriously?” I insist.

Without looking at me then, The Universe says matter of fact, “the closest thing to what you humans conceive of as “God”, is light. so then insofar as I could answer such preposterous question, the answer is light. Everything is light, Mate. Everything is light passing through light, on and on and on – do you see?”

Turning to look at me with those eyes as He asks, “Do you see?”

“I guess so,” I say.

“No you don´t see it,” He laughs again like it is really funny, “you see me but you don´t see the light yet. Well, there´s your job now, Mate. Don´t you want something, a wish or something, that´s usually where this goes?”.

I suppress an urge to flee asking instead, “to be clear then, you are not actually saying that light IS God or that God IS light?”.

The Universe downs another glass and it hits the thick, wooden bar with an empty bang. I see Him starting to approach that threshold and practically run for the door after tossing three twenties on the bar. Over my shoulder almost, I call back, “I want true love, Universe, that´s all I ever really wanted, the one of open heart who is right and true for me as I am right and true for her!”.

The last thing I hear before the door closes behind me, looking straight up into the bright, cold winter sun stabbing my eyes, is The Universe saying out loud to no one, maybe the bartender, with weary cynicism, “Fucking Romantics, man” and laughing.

I leave Him there in the growing shadow cast by the steep canyon walls around the little dive bar hauling ass in my Jeep back up a short cut on a narrow rocky road cut through the canyon walls climbing two thousand feet in elevation over a relatively few miles quickly to the 8,000ft tableland on the western side of the Rio Grande River where is my home and up on eastern escarpment, once out of the deep shade of the canyons, it is only late afternoon and still bright daylight out. It feels like a different world and I take a real breath again.

“The closest thing to what you humans conceive of as God, is light” … it makes sense in some way to me that is as of yet far beyond articulation?

My Austrian Psychotherapist, autobiography

I'm trying to recall his name but can't? But suddenly I thought of when in my thirties I had this Austrian psychotherapist and he was a trip looked like Freud, I kid you not complete with the accent, the bow tie, an old, heavy leather couch that I would lie on - a wonderful cliché. I found him in Fairfax, Virginia, of all places when in between therapists and feeling ready to commit myself to traditional psychotherapy.

I was really sorry when he retired in the middle of my work with him but he was ancient when I started and the work of psychotherapy is long work. The transference was strong with him, me being a fatherless child with abandonment issues to boot, so it was a bit traumatic for me at the time to loose him.

My memory was of him telling me how as a kid swimming in the Adriatic sea there were these strong whirlpools and the older kids would dive down into them. It was like a rite of passage, he explained, "and when I was ready to do it, one of the older boys took me under his wing."

The older boy instructed him, "you will get scared right away and try to exit but that is a mistake because the whirlpool is very strong near the surface and there you could struggle uselessly until you die but if you push through that fear and force yourself down deeper into the whirlpools vortex, against all your instincts, then you will find that deeper down into the whirlpool´s depths it looses it's strength and you can then easily swim out and away from it and resurface" - and that was his take on psychotherapy, in a nutshell.

"Zhere is no othzer way," he smiled.

Warriors Raining Light

Let me be the rain, my Lord

Falling from sky to earth,

Pouring down here & now

On our fields darkened by evil,

Scorched by winds born of lies,

& bereft the husbandry of truth

I pray in the name of love & light

Only so as serves the greatest good

2Jane Nogle and Leslie C. Bertrand

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Grandma's Flag - autobiographical short story

Granddad I recall mostly sitting in a straight back chair in the living room of the old, WWII era apartment he and grandma share only a short drive from the nation's capital. They were built originally to hold an influx of military personnel and their families with The Pentagon only a few miles away. Granddad never says a word to me throughout my whole childhood and sits chain smoking Camel cigarettes and drinking whiskey surreptitiously from small, metal flask. I understand that grandma is not to know of this flask and I do not ever speak of it. I learn the ways of secrecy in what must be that same unspoken manner that evidently is a family tradition.

Occasionally, when grandma's back is turned, Granddad salutes me with the flash before taking a sip, a cruel light in his eyes. It is not a friendly gesture but the closest he ever comes to communicating with me. Mostly I recall him scratching his head as he stares out at the street with long, thick, gnarly yellow fingernails terrifying me when very little, that scratching sound steady and constant, as much as the sight, then finally as a teen and young adult only disgusting me.

I am twenty five when he dies finally of lung cancer and they had lived there since before I was two when my mom would drop me off with grandma for visits lasting from a few months to a year in length as mom transitioned from one abusive alcoholic suitor to another. Soon as mom would find one who she felt might be able to provide us a home, she would come get me and try her best to make a home for us. She tried, you know. She loved me. I would try to tell her at first that it wasn't going to work but I learned that she could not listen and so remained silent waiting for the next shoe to drop and my inevitable return to grandma's apartment. It was some years later after much therapy on my own that it occurs to me that granddad had sexually molested my mom all throughout her childhood even though mom never spoke of this and my guess is that she never spoke of it to anyone at all. She just carried it with her silently in every cell of her body until the moment of her death decades later never having said a word about it so far as I know.

Now granddad is dead and his death for me is about grandma, not him. He called her “Hazel” after the TV character and treated her always as a slave and with great disrespect but now that he is dead, she is utterly and completely lost. She remains lost for the rest of her days and it is not long before she succumbs to severe Alzheimer's and my mother and I take her to a nursing home far out in the countryside where we seldom see her. When I do visit, she has no idea who I am. A few times, she seems to think I am her eldest son, Lenny. I will never forget leaving her there sitting on the bed next to her holding her hand and she is crying and I am thinking Goddammit David if you had any decency at all, you would strangle her to death right now, you coward. But I do not strangle her to death only leave her sitting on that single bed in that bare room alone, crying. It is better visiting later because she is always happy and laughing and has no idea who I am or even who she is.

But now – now granddad is dead and grandma is lost. Now mom lives with a horrible little man I think of as her last alcoholic. He is a passive man at least he does not physically abuse her or even verbally, so far as I know. Grandma moves into their two bedroom apartment for a few years afterwards until the Alzheimers gets bad. I am the first to notice it visiting having lunch with grandma watching some old movie on the TV eating on the couch on TV trays. Grandma makes a comment on the movie and I realize that she has no idea what the movie is about. I eat and watch a while and then I ask her what she thinks of the movie and she tells me and what she says while a moving story in itself bares no resemblance to the movie we have been watching. I tell my mom then to take grandma to the doctor and have them check for dementia.

That is later and now we have to attend to burying granddad, the arrangements, paying for it. We find out that since he is a WWI vet, he can get a military funeral. That helps with the costs. We have to have him taken to a cemetery that is a long drive out in the Virginia Piedmont. My mom drives grandma and I and I do not recall much about the actual funeral. I recall on the way looking out the back window of the car at horses romping through a field in the Virginia horse country: how the horses are so obviously playing and happy.

At the service itself, grandma looks more lost than ever and I wonder if in her mind she is even there at all? The seven soldiers fire their 21 gun salute and each volley makes grandma cringe and the taps rips my heart out even though I feel absolutely nothing for this man, not even hatred. Grandma watches the soldiers fold the flag in front of her as if she has no idea what they are doing but I can tell that when they hand that folded flag to her and she accepts it as if she doesn't really know why they are giving it to her that somehow it sinks in for her right there and I see that she knows what is happening, alright. The way she holds that flag breaks my heart as if she knows that she has something in her hands of great import but not exactly what? This is mostly what I recall grandma holding that flag looking utterly and completely lost at the soldier standing before her saluting her crisply.

I wonder whatever happened to that flag? I have no earthly idea.

My Youtube Experience & the TikTok Echo Chamber Experiments

By David Sky

I just stopped for over three months when my channel got stalled at around 930 subscribers, a Tarot channel, after well over a year during which time I poured myself into it producing roughly 2.5 hours of video in typically five separate readings per day six days per week during this time. It just became too negative, my bad, allowing myself to get caught up in this feedback loop like some personal algorithm of negativity. I cannot really even claim ignorance kind of aware of it as it was happening but unable to help myself so call it perhaps what it is, an addiction peculiar to Youtube Creators? I do not imagine that I am alone in this but it is possible for “being alone in this” has been a theme in life and I still usually find myself on even a good day at some point thinking, “where the hell AM I and who the hell ARE you people!?”.

I thought that I hear voices but discovered that I do not for hearing voices is an auditory hallucination which I had experienced in the past on fairly low doses of psilocybin mushrooms and that what I experience, and have most of my adult life, is clairaudience. The thoughts then that come distinctly not my own that I notice within my own mind are always loving, kind and wise and more so than am I any of those things by degrees of magnitude though I strive, if feebly always in that general direction. In June of 2021 after a particular difficult period in my life and almost a year and a half after moving to Mexico to live, I “heard” very distinctly, “You are being shut down for your own good. Do no resist.” This shocked me for it´s clarity and also for it´s “tone” much sterner and directive than is usual so it really got my attention which I imagine was the point. I knew exactly what this meant and that what it meant including stopping all work on the tarot channel for this work is energy work, to be clear. There was no doubt at all in my mind and to me, literally crazy as this may sound, this was terrible “news” and the very last thing that I wanted to here since at that point the channel was going very well and I wanted and needed to continue to pour myself into it but having learned over time to listen to this voices, I stopped that very day all production after one short video to explain why I stopped.

I gave it about a month and a half and focusing upon my personal life enduring my first serious bout of illness in Mexico, the classic Montezuma´s Revenge, pushing through a broken toe and settling into a new city in Mexico during that time. I do not much speak of my exact spiritual practices but prayerful meditation during this time increased. After a month and a half or so, I returned to work on the channel but at a vastly reduced pace trying to abide by the edict that I was given but not 100% certain that I was and wondering if I might be jumping the gun on the do not resist part but feeling my way through it as I went. I changed the name of the channel after research during this down time into that as well as the consequences of a hiatus so returned in my rebranded form and for a couple weeks afterwards mentioned this fact in the now four, shorter video I did each day.

It was after six months of this or so that I shut down again as mentioned above having discovered myself in that negative feedback look and determining that perhaps I had violated the warning of not resisting. I was doing the same thing only much better, I felt, just in terms of readings, though my energy was shit and it of course translated negatively into each reading much as I tried to bring it up. The readings went so poorly they literally underperformed readings from when I had just only started on Youtube and I tried everything I could do to improve baffled as to why before it was going so well and now so badly, was it the name change also, the hiatus, some combination finally this coming to the conclusion that I myself was the problem.

I return most recently at vastly reduced levels really to me I think of it as that my channel is now on life support and to do what I mostly wanted here to write about what I call euphemistically, “The TikTok Experiments”. The good news is that I am for now in a much better place in that I really do not care one way or another but the bad news for now is that I do not care one way or another. But it is a great place from which to conduct experiments and I post whatever I want to post no longer abiding my the advice to keep the channel on one single topic and adding in astrology to the channel and discussion of my ongoing writing about my use of psilocybin mushrooms now years ago for personal healing and it is very much up in the air as to how well the channel is going technically and I pay little attention to the metrics that so occupied me previously but I think it is now at 995 and I look forward to doing some live readings finally still in the future not really feeling energetically up to it just yet. Mainly, it no longer feels like a huge bummer to me more of a curiosity and really that word experiment comes mostly to mind which suits my Gemini Midheaven well, I feel. Right or wrong, I never did want to be mistaken for a committed, professional anything.

But to the TikTok experiments and to be clear as a Dinosaur have never had any interest in it or Twittering but someone had suggested trying it so I did and said OK I will create two videos each day of a short length, ten minutes as that is now the length for TikTok, and post the exact same videos on TikTok and Youtube and use the exact same thumbnails and verbiage. I researched the nature of the algorithms functioning behind the scenes in these platforms and wanted to somehow see in real time in some fashion how it may be operating for myself since not being a computer scientist, it is all just theory. One pointed story by a programmer who knew exactly how it works having in part created the programs, most pointedly spoke of a friend who virtually went insane around conspiracy theory unwittingly a victim of what this programmer described as not any deliberate attempt by anyone to achieve this ends (as a confirmed conspiracy theorist I would beg to differ on that part LOL) but merely the dumb but wickedly effective functioning of these algorithms. His friend was wild eyed and disheveled having lost his wife, his family and finally his job like some crack addict after delving into so called “Conspiracy Theory” initially innocently enough. The more he watched say Alex Jones, the more the algorithm methodically showed him similar material that he then watched and so on driving his viewing experience such that after some months of this, to him the entire world seemed surely on the verge of destruction because, after all, it was all the news was talking about! He asked his friend, where is the conspiracy, and his friend said OMG man IT´S EVERYWHERE HOW CAN YOU NOT SEE IT!

He explained the situation from his unique position and did more than that by setting up a new account with a new email from a new IP address and over a period of weeks every day when his friend would come over, they would go into that account and view the world. Eventually it led to some balance and restored sanity by demonstrating that beyond a shadow of a doubt, the algorithms are methodically and precisely creating echo chambers and – ergo the validity of conspiracy theory in my opinion, ironically perhaps – not only completely distorting our perceptions of reality itself but completely obfuscating the very purpose of news and information in the first place which is to provide arguably some independent and fact based assessment of our world.

But with three different TikToks using likewise three different accounts what I found was astounding and total confirmation of what this programmer was saying. For one, TikTok outperformed my Youtube videos with zero subscribers out of the shoot and almost a thousand on Youtube by a factor of five or ten to one and this with the exact same videos presented insofar as the two platforms allowed in the exact same form and with the exact same verbiage. Not only that but I actually began to get requests for personal readings from TikTok as well and actually make a little money for my work. Beyond that, what I noticed when I simply brought it up and did not comment on anything was an astounding array of Ukraine is winning, go Ukraine videos and even I went so far as to try at least to flip through them all at the same rate and fast so as not to linger since I believe that the algorithm even is basing it´s feed off of how long we watch but the obvious and to use a military term, bombardment of Ukrainian blue and yellow flag waving kind of blew me away. Surely from watching that feed, Russia was not only losing this war very badly but in real danger of Ukraine now advancing on them and conquering Mother Russia just as soon as they got all their war goodies form the USA, the virtuous and tireless supporter or freedom and democracy worldwide that it is.

The main way that the population is controlled is through the partisan political machine and here we see this in action with the right in their echo chamber convinced that the problem is not the government but the those darn Democrats and the left in their Echo chamber convinced that the problem is not the government but those darn Republicans and everyone always one election away from fixing America and weirdly refusing to see that this has never worked at least throughout my 62 years of life after having elected one or the other over and over again always to no avail. It has always been there way only now with the technology, it is going into hyperdrive and in massive irony to me and a massive feat of gaslighting now the problem is said to be those darn people spreading disinformation on the internet and if we could only stop them, all would be right as rain making freedom of speech this cornerstone of American democracy now the ultimate culprit for all our problems.

The problem with America, Gonzalo Lira nailed it recently, is that it produces nothing anymore other than now bad Hollywood films, global Think Tanks consisting of various forms of just old fashioned bullshit that help no one and weapons of war and war and strife and destruction which will never be addressed because it goes unsaid in either eco chamber so far as I can see and that, I suppose, is the function of the echo chambers in the first place.

Meme World & the Kafkaesque Roach Motel

 meme

/mēm/

)) 1. an element of a culture or system of behavior that may be considered to be passed from one individual to another by nongenetic means, especially imitation.

◦ a humorous image, video, piece of text, etc., that is copied (often with slight variations) and spread rapidly by internet users. ((

Just to be clear, since most people are captured by one Meme or another, no country is real, I only refer to America since it is my country of origin. The borders of these countries are not real and do not exist – I say again, the borders of your country are unreal, they are a meme whose only reality is within your mind and the collective mind as a concept. This here has nothing to do with statism vs totalitarian world domination which is quite real and, I feel, best understood by understanding the linguistics involved. The memes fire off constantly and pointedly exploding in each mind like a weapon of mass destruction and it is only by really understanding of this panoply of consciousness that we can free ourselves from these linguistic methods of mind control.

Memes are not simply funny or quirky pictures for amusement or political assassination. Here I want to consider with some depth what is now called a meme, those pictures with words that crowd our online social sites, for these memes carry a power that is perhaps unappreciated due to their ubiquitous nature and often seeming banality.

We could even say that “God” is a meme so best to conceive of it as a packet of information that is passed on (downloaded) in a compact form and go ahead and think of that old saw that a picture is worth a thousand words, only much broader, such that a meme can be potentially worth a million words (if it is a good one!) and worth even far more than words for this is how potent a meme can be like some explosion in the mind, when downloaded, that detonates expanding exponentially into a mental reality, a conceptual reality, a complete and potentially vastly complex paradigm.

Our reality itself may be nothing more than a meme but I profoundly digress.

Think of having a conversation about God with someone say at a café and it goes on quite a while and feels good and perhaps productive even in some meaningful way but then when considered in retrospect, you may find that neither of you really connected as much as you thought because that meme, “God” is a highly complex noun and if first some care and attention is not given to confirm with each other what each actually is thinking of when they speak of “God”, you can subtly but actually diverge and end up not connecting at all simply because while each of you uses this same word, that again is so ubiquitous as to be assumed to have a common meaning to all, you both miss each other as surely as two ships passing in the night. Substitute Love for God in all of that or Freedom, even, or Democracy with the same potential result. When you really think of it, it is a miracle that we do as well as we do.

The study of conceptual semantics goes into this most pointedly, I believe, going in depth into the nature of meaning in and through words. Poets understand this innately that an entire poem can hinge upon just the right word in the right place because the word carries more than its dictionary definition. Words carry nuance and suggestion, emotion even, which is why I love poetry because through poetry, like visual arts, music and dancing, poetry can bust out escaping from the prison like containment of words transcending expository writing to more closely express the living flesh, blood and bones of reality itself.

A word man, though, I constantly must remind myself that the map is not the ground and words, memes or not, are never the ground and always the map of the ground and this distinction may sound ridiculous but it is in fact the distinction between the soul and the body, between life and death. In all of this, I try to go back to some point of divergence so that we can perhaps regain control of not our language really, but our minds. If we can regain simply the control of our own minds that is rightfully ours if anything is, then maybe we can access reality more concretely and then communicate more concretely and even – a lad can wish! - walk back from this “Green Screen Reality” that has been laid for us all like some collective trap before it leads us witlessly befuddled by a hall of mirrors of memes into a transhumanist technical totalitarianism called the metaverse that just like some Kafkaesque roach motel, we can check into but can never check out of, Friends.

Maybe you are right, after all, and the entire “World” is wrong.

Neurologist Office, Saint Petersburg, FL (Five Year Anniversary of Autoimmune Attack in 2008

May 21st - Scheduled this neurological consult on the 5th anniversary of the devastating autoimmune attack back in 08

- good news is that like cancer, I now am cleared from having another attack, having made it five years with no further. attacks. Yay!

Five years especially the first three holding my breath because with Devic´s disease, the death is not a pleasant one and little is known but there while it is rare to start with, there is a rarer mono form in which one has only one catastrophic attack and if survived, that is it, it is not degenerative. The mono form is mostly in males and there is no way to test for it so I prayed and refused all meds and on this day I handed the neurologist my records including a three page paper that I had written with the diagnosis of Devic´s Disease and three other diagnosis from three different neurologist in Texas and New Mexico and said, "I only have two questions, do you think the diagnosis is correct and is it true that if I have have suffered no further attack after fives years now that I have the mono form?

I sat quietly for almost thirty minutes while he read asking me no questions just reading through everything then he looked up and said,

"While I cannot say definitively due to the nature of this and lack of all data here, particularly the MRI´s, Devic´s is very most likely, so yes to question one with that caveat and to your second question, I can say unequivocally yes", Then he asked, "Is that it?"

I said, "Yes, Thank you very much" and we shook hands and I left, best doctor´s appointment EvEr.

inhalation creating world

exhalation destroying world -

only here and now surviving

the fray

Pluto Return for USA

Going deeper in the chart of the USA for the next few years of this ongoing Pluto Return and talk about a can of worms with the US Pluto at 27 degrees 33 minutes Capricorn in the third house dead opposite my own natal moon in Cancer at 27 degrees 44 minutes, surely seems fated to me. There is plenty to look at and I feel like a good couple years of say weekly hour long videos really trying to drill down into this astrological phenomenon that will surely see by 2024 into 2025 the USA transformed in some significant manner.

Capricorn solidly represents the government and the 2nd house traditionally in mundane astrology refers most directly to the wealth of a nation, economy, banking and the stock market but to me the ruler of the 2nd is not Venus but the earth itself and so I see all that but also the with the 2nd house for the US, the very structure of America, even, could be said, the land from sea to shining sea is involved. That makes this Pluto Return about as fundamental as it can get and the energy of it is 100% about death and rebirth – transformation.

Famously now almost is quoted that Rome fell during its Pluto Return and I imagine many of can see the analogies of the present state of the US to that of the Roman Empire weakened by over extension of its power trying to control the world as well as by decadence of the jaded population. Also, like the Roman Empire, decades on end of US hegemonic aggression really against the entire world using the petrol-dollar with the federal reserve in collusion with the World Bank and the very plutonic, scorpionic machinations of the CIA along with the fist of the great military machine ever assembled on planet earth has garnered the USA a world of outright enemies and hidden enemies. As we go into this Pluto Return, the US like empires before it in their later years having lost their economic dominance attempts to control by the sheer force of military might.

I feel that I have a sense of where this is going and already we see the blowback from America now using its classic bullying with the one two punch of economic and military aggression against instead of a third world country, a first world country in Russia with the 2nd largest military in the world and a large enough economy to weather the economic assault now arrayed against it by the US and much of the west. The bullying of America now extends not only overseas but internally with the attempt to create an eco-chamber of consensus such that the US now is inclined to believe its own lies which is a prescription for disaster for an individual or a nation. The blowback already is being felt in numerous ways all foreboding, seems to me, and we see it in the chart by transits that I will be discussing, first with the US economy being hit much harder by these recent sanctions then the intended target in Russia.

This blowback in a classic 2nd house manner already shows every indication of seriously accelerating the demise of the economically essential US world currency and we may see by as soon as the smoke clears from this Pluto Return in 2025 into 2026, this crucial organ of control being subverted by a competing world currency and then the US is left with only the might of its military machine offering nothing of value to the world other than bad Hollywood movies, think tanks specializing in raw bullshit, weapons, war & strife such that the US is lined up perfectly to face its demise.