While it’s true I blog mainly about me, I do keep up with what’s Out There, to the extent that I can absorb it before I begin to feel faint. I know about Global Warming that is and isn’t caused by us (or Them), and the moebius-like logic to justify why the answer to the question “Is Global Warming caused by people or is it a naturally occurring event?” should decide whether or not we clean up the choking mess we’re making of our (and everybody else’s) environment. I know Paris Hilton is a media-created celebrity, who is famous for, well, being famous. And blond.

Monty Python couldn’t be weirder. I know, or at least have a sense of (I can’t handle long exposure) the bizarre barf-inducing dreck that is peddled as ‘news’ in these pathetically polarized information-dazzled days. I know how hilariously slapstick and Bizarro-worldish the world has become.

With all their special effects, razzle-dazzle and sleight-of-hand, still they’re playing to an audience with a primordially low sense of humour, heavy on the pratfalls, Keystone Kops and slapstick. It bores me. It’s not my thing. Why is everybody so riveted by the show? Everybody, that is, except all we eye-rolling irony-detectors and gag-reflectors. In my world, we are the majority. The people I meet are nearly all conscious, caring, aware, good-hearted humans. So who is deciding these issues? And who gave them the power?

Out there, nothing is making sense. So I take it inside, shine my light and apply my attention to me, myself and I. I peer into my chaotic and confusing psyche to view a mixed-up crew of would-be do-gooders, vanquished victims and bemused bystanders. I watch my own show (more entertaining to me than any Hollywood star vehicle could be) as these fated friends fumble toward some kind of forgiveness, finally figuring out that there is no villain.

That’s right. Nobody doing the bad stuff. It’s just happening. Compulsion. Divine Will. Whatever. But we’re doing what we do, people, because we can’t help it. We’re made that way. We fumble, we fall, we struggle to grow and we’re getting better. Yes we are. Look into the eyes of the human next to you if you don’t believe me.

So now, while this enlightenment takes place in its slow-graying northern-daybreak way, western society stumbles to a gasping conclusion and we all applaud the final curtain’s fall.

And of course, the green world grows, as it always has and ever shall. And early next year, Pluto, the Mother-force of collective emotional will, is moving into Capricorn, the sign of physical reality and responsibility. And dwarf planet or not, when Pluto changes signs, watch out. Pluto’s entry into Sagittarius in the 90s brought on the religious fanaticism we’ve seen the fallout from. Aids and the discovery of mass institutionalized child sexual abuse marked Pluto’s transit through its own death-and-sex-and-power sign of Scorpio.

So hey. It’s working out. Mom’s going to make us fix it, soon enough, in a way we can’t argue with, and the ones who can’t get with the program won’t be allowed to be reborn here. It’ll be slow, (being Capricorn) but it’ll be certain. Since Pluto was in Capricorn’s opposite sign Cancer at the time of its discovery, its transit through Capricorn will mark our collective Pluto Opposition. Time to grow up, humanity.

As Rob Brezsny would say, Glory Halle-fucking-lujah.

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