The NightMare of DIALeaving Denver was very different yesterday. The Rocky Mountain dump that was just beginning when I left last Thursday night was melting and the Green Shuttle shot across the glistening toll road like a rivulet of grace, gliding towards DIA where of course the talk about the underground city and all things occult associated with DIA came up. We talked about the crazed blue horse that greets everyone upon their arrival, a true nightmare, eyes glowing in the high winter sun, crazed and apocalyptic.
The driver told us that when they hoisted the horse's head upon the torso at his studio, it fell and struck the sculptor of the beast (Luis Jimenez) in the leg, severing his femoral artery, whereupon he bled to death. That was on June 13, 2006, when the Sun was at 21 Gemini and Pluto was at 25 Sag. So we have a Sun/Pluto opposition. Duality. Strangely enough, Sag is slightly dual as well, being half horse and half man and all. The Femoral Artery starts right at the lower part of the hips, upper thigh, where the sacral region descends downward into the lower torso, which is where our "lower" nature resides. So the head of the horse, symbolic of it's thinking capacity severed it's creator off from his instinctual, or animal self. Flipping the script with Gemini curiosity and deftness. The thighs/knees also rule Sag.
We then talked about the other creature on the east side of the airport, a large statue of Anubis, keeper of the dead, guardian of the underworld. I suppose if you were to have a deep, underground base, you might want to have Anubis presiding over it's safety and security. Interestingly enough, you can't get to the east side of DIA now, since they are building a massive hotel and and convention center at the mouth of it, just past the indigo night mare. So now the upper part of DIA is becoming more and more like a city itself, with each passing day.
BE LIKE WATEROnce I entered the belly of the beast that is DIA, I descended downward into the entrails of the TSA, where our identities are masticated, our personal belongings broken down and our bodies passed through the electromagnetic colon and we come out the other side, reassembling our various pieces of scattered matter back into form. Only this time it was much different for me.
I entered the line and there was a woman asking me to touch a small, blue screen. I did. And from there we were either shuttled into the left line or the right. I thought this was very odd. Why didn't they just say go to the left or the right? Why did we have to swipe our digits across that touchscreen? Well, my best guess was that this was a way for people to get used to offering up their fingerprints for TSA as the next level of security measures are about to kick in, which always means more technology, more personnel to run them, more money for training, etc., etc.. It's a cash calf at this point.
So the right side of the line was a little station where they were checking palms for explosive powder. Another fun little sideshow on your way to someplace else. For some reason, they weren't that interested in reading my palms for their explosive potential. I got straight to the front, while those on the left were still snaking their way through TSA's lower intestines. Not only did I get to the front, fast, I even went through the old school scanner without taking off my shoes, removing my computer or belt. It was like it was 1989 all over again. Once I slipped through, on the other side, people were getting the pat down and the feel up. Luggage was deconstructed and strewn upon grey, plastic tubs. it was like I was operating in a separate reality--not that I am complaining mind you.
When I got back one of the long time listeners to the show sent me a rather extraordinary email, which I am sharing with you in it's entirety, right here. It was in response to last week's show with
Andrew Norton Webber. Andrew is a proponent of drinking nothing but distilled water, but also Orine, or what most of us call, "urine." It was a slightly controversial show as some people couldn't swallow the concept of drinking one's own pee. But someone could and did. Here is what they wrote:
OK I was totally haunted by last week's show. I mean it really got to me. So I read The Water of Life on Saturday and I was absolutely lit up by the info.
I'm a healthy person and haven't had any significant health issues but every time I go to the doctor to address an issue, I'm given another prescription. I was becoming slightly alarmed looking at the 4 pills I take every morning - allergy, heartburn and two different ones to manage menstrual/menopause symptoms. I didn't want to be a lifelong pill popper for every symptom that came up - it just didn't align. I'm in touch with my body enough to know I can ask for inner guidance for healing so your show was timely even though I spent most of my time listening with my mouth hanging open:)
Sat night after reading the book, I decided to start the next morning but to get an idea of the taste, I did a couple of drops under my tongue and rubbed some onto a tooth that I had been nursing with salt water rinses. The jolt I got was immediate. My mouth tingled and actually wanted more! The spot where my abscess was shrank within 10 minutes and the "buzz" I got kept me up for hours into the night. When I finally slept, I dreamt of drinking my water and pouring it over me from head to toe.
I got right up Sunday AM and drank my morning brew! I also saved some and have been using it on my skin. Robert, I've taken to this like I've been doing it for years! It's the most natural thing I've ever experienced.
This morning, I did not take one pill. Normally, by 10a my heartburn is alerting me that I'm late and I'm going to be sorry if I don't do something quick. Nothing - all good. My allergies - zero symptoms. I didn't take a pill for my hot flashes last night and had a peaceful (read: dry) night. At work we had a lunch meeting today and since pasta with red sauce was on the menu, I went and drank another cup just for reinforcement and I sit here writing to you 2 hours later with no trace of heartburn.
I have talked to NO ONE about this. I don't know anyone who can handle it. Of course now I recall old people saying things like "pee on it" when talking about bug bites and stings but I don't recall anyone saying drink it:)
Four days of this and I'm all in and can say the changes have been immediate and well worth the initial discomfort of imbibing from your loins. I look forward to what develops as time goes on.
Once again, I write to thank you for what you do. This is a life changing decision. I mean I really feel like this changed the trajectory of my life."
Needless to say, I was a little blown away, but it got me to think about Chiron in Pisces and Neptune in Pisces and perhaps the alchemical mystery behind all of this. If Chiron is the activator of shame and perhaps guilt, then perhaps this statement might shed a little light on this taboo subject. I was fascinated by the possibility that there could be some healing properties associated with redeeming one of the most irredeemable of our body functions. And with Virgo as the back end of Pisces, there might just be some real knowledge here, streaming forth into our consciousness.
