It occurred to me, not for the first time, that now that I have a webcam I could start video blogging, aka vlogging. So, here I am, doing it.

Today (when I made this post; had problems so it was delayed) is Canadian Thanksgiving, and I’m looking back with gratitude at the so-called bombing of the Moon, President Obama’s Nobel Peace Prize and Guy Laliberte’s Poetic Social Mission (http://broadcast.onedrop.org/). What a day that was! It changed me, and I think it changed the world.

This is my first video blog, but it won’t be my last. It’s so much easier than typing everything out one letter at a time. On the down side, I’m stuck with the words as they came out of my mouth, painful for nitpicky me. Still, the spontaneity of the thing is part of the charm. I hope.

It’s in two parts, since Youtube won’t accept videos longer than ten minutes, though in total it was under twelve. Picky, picky.

Mom, I guess you’re going to have to get high speed internet or watch at the library. Sorry.

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Okay, so they’re not actually bombing the Moon tomorrow morning, in just a few hours. What’s happening is (I heard this on CBC so it must be true), they’re going to crash land a rocket there and analyze the ejecta for water vapour. It seems wasteful and kind of silly, but not as dreadful as exploding a bomb there.

But let’s look at this. They’re doing this with the stated goal of discovering whether or not there is water on the Moon so that, someday when they’re ready to colonize the Moon, they’ll hopefully have a local supply of water.

Huh? We’re in the middle of this massive economic meltdown apparently, and they’re farting around throwing expensive rockets at the Moon for some future science fiction possibility? They don’t even have a space program to speak of anymore. Before they start planning the next lunar colony, wouldn’t it be prudent to take some baby steps toward that goal?
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This bombing the moon thing just blows my mind. Insane is the only word I can find for the mindset that can even conceive of such a thing.

Why do I think it’s so crazy? The Moon is only a big ball of rock way out there in space, the science priests all say. Plainly it exists merely for us to make use of, just like we used to think the Earth did, except oops, we messed with something there we didn’t understand but now we do, and now we have to suffer through consequences of global warming but oh well, ho hum, the moon doesn’t matter anyway because only the biosphere is alive, biology is what makes life life. Nothing else matters, especially plain old matter.

I can tell you precisely why this way of seeing is so deeply insane, with the help of an astrologer named Terry MacKinnell.

Terry MacKinnel is an astrological researcher from Australia who has shown that the Aqe of Aquarius actually began some five hundred years or so ago. This is supported by evidence at hand which is considerable; I won’t try to replicate his arguments, merely extrapolate from them. Suffice it to say he is very convincing.

The Astrological Ages reflect the predominant belief-system or paradigm of humanity during their passage. Aquarius is the fixed mode of the air element, the style of maximum expression of the mind.
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Full Moon in Pisces; Fool Moon. In Pisces, sense goes awandering and returns with an imaginary friend, ‘can I keep it?’ continuing over leftways into an upside down whirl of an idea that swept in like wind from the trailing edges of a tale that unfolds kalaidoways, extrapolating madly from scraps of crazy poetry.

Oh, yeah, you can have fun with Pisces. But only if you enter it, and leave it again, because in that sea of dreams, nothing ever changes, it merely swirls and sways, flows and floats away in the wind, sameness enduring, fractal patterns of endless replication, evolution only a fantasy.

Keep your feet on the Virgo ground now, chillins, cause here is where the crazy poet crosses your path with pixie dust from fake fairies that takes you only into oblivion unless you are giving something back. Virgo is about giving back. Taking in the trash, turning it into fertile soil, planting, reaping, processing the harvest.

It’s a lovely time for the harvest, this moon; everything dissolves, expands, glamourises in its milky light, from garden or berry bush or tree to the dryer, the freezer, the jar in the pantry.
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Have you heard they’re going to bomb the Moon on October 9th?

I posted that link to Facebook and so did a number of my friends. We were all appalled and saying so. I said it was chilling in light of what the Moon symbolizes, which drew forth this reply from a scientist type friend of hers:

“This is not chilling in any way whatsoever, as objects (including manmade) have been crashing into the moon with forces and speeds that *far* outweigh the LCROSS impact (you might have noticed the moon has a large number of craters.) The moon has no atmosphere.

If you’ve ever seen a shooting star, that same event on the moon is an impact of extremely high velocity. As for it being a ‘stupid’ way to search for water, I’m not sure how to address that except that I don’t know what a less stupid way would be. Analyzing an ejecta cloud using spectrometers and detectors actually seems kind of clever, to me.”

Now, part of my brain is right there with him on this.
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I don’t know if you have them, but every year or so, I have a Big Dream that rocks me, teaches me and wakes me up to new levels of experience. This one in particular left me with waves of understanding at a cellular level that are still lapping at my brain.

My dreams have been growing more multidimensional, therefore very difficult to remember let alone describe. I thought I’d try to share this one, because it’s, well, one of those important-feeling ones, but describing it might be a bit tricky.

In my dream, there are two worlds that aren’t the same, but they are so closely connected that they appear tightly woven together. Each is invisible to the other, but they profoundly affect each other. To cross from one world into the other is nearly impossible, but it can be done with deep intention and preparation.

The action in the dream begins when inhabitants of the–I’ll call it the ‘right-hand world’; it’s a place of power and love, where there is no death or strife–learn that whenever somebody is tortured, raped, murdered, or subjected to any kind of painful or debilitating trauma (including dis-ease of all sorts), there is a ripple effect into their own world.

The right-hand world is much less populous. Each person there is directly linked to quite a lot of people, hundreds and even thousands (maybe more; numbers were not clear), in the other world (our own Earth) and suffers milder but mirroring symptoms as a direct consequence of the ones they are linked to going through extreme pain or trauma. (more…)

A while ago in Duncan, I saw a post-taser scene: five or six cops standing over an obviously dazed and incapacitated ‘culprit’, still twitching… as he began to recover, he screamed, “Police brutality!” while they dragged him into the back seat of the cruiser.

What struck me about this and another scene I witnessed around the same time was the sheer overkill of authoritative force. One unarmed suspect = five or six armed and formidable police officers? Really? How is that justified?

Overkill is the name of the game everywhere these days. Here is a really good article about the fact that tasers are actually a torture device, and pointing out the increasing ubiquity of their use.

Tasers were originally designed and intended (so the claim goes) to be used only in situations in which deathly force (ie, guns) would be required. But how does that justify this? Or this, tasing rowdy sports fans?

Deliberately inflicting serious, incapacitating pain, whether or not it leaves a scar, whether or not it can lead to death (which it indubitably can) is torture, period. And unnecessary use of tasers by law enforcement is increasing. We, along with the rest of the world, are living in a torture state, terrified to mouth off to the police, scared to do anything but kowtow to intimidating authority.

Most disturbing is the way that taser videos circulate as humour, such hilarity, watching incapacitated victims writhe and twitch and loose their bowels. Lovely.

Just thought I’d spill that. Have a nice day, all.

How about a little astrological rambling today? Oh, good, I knew you’d be interested! Okay:

Today was the Capricorn Full Moon. A lot of people have been commenting on this one! The Capricorn Moon makes demands, initiates commands and applies stern corrections.

Capricorn’s motto is, “Don’t be afraid to break it. If it can be broken, it’s not strong enough.”

And Cancer’s motto is, “I’m breakable, where can I hide? How can I protect myself, where do I go to be safe?” Like all oppositions, they are two faces of the same thing, inextricably connected. When they don’t understand this, they fight. This is the primary challenge of integrating any polarity.

When these signs face each other unwillingly, they are enemies. This is where war and oppression are sourced. Terror protects itself from rage, rage intimidates terror. Capricorn controls through rules and obligations; Cancer protects itself by sinking into its own subjective mire of emotion and memory, by revealing herself only when she feels strong.
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These are all so obvious that it seems ridiculous they’re not out there already. And maybe they are; I admit I don’t pay much attention to bumper stickers.

On the off chance that they’re original and not just psychically plucked from the zeitgeist, I offer these:

Help the Earth and the Earth helps you

Think Magically

Jesus doesn’t play war games

I’ll let you know if I come up with any others. I trust you won’t neglect to credit me if you use these.

with so very many things to become enraged, terrified and generally upset about. I tend to focus on my own life and feelings in my writing, with exceptions of course.

Like when I wrote the post, ‘my little plan to save the world‘, sometimes I do feel inspired to add my writings to the massive, seething cauldron of words already written attempting to address the Big Picture and to fix the glaring and species-threatening issues we face.

With a Virgo Ascendant, part of my personality programming is the assumption that I’m merely one little teeny cog in an infinitely large machine, and what can little me do to affect anything? This shrinking self-image is squared by a Saturn-Mars opposition which is determined to try, hopeless though it might be; I’m a bit of a don Quixote archetype. Yet I often run out of momentum before I even start, because the underlying feeling of hopelessness behind the determination (twelfth-house Pluto) is all-pervasive.
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