Last night, I moved amongst the sleepers as they searched for the perfect moment, seeking a misty reflection, desperately trying to remind them who they are. It was a festival of ghosts. I felt like we were all more or less disembodied phantasms but weren’t quite aware of it just yet.
New Orleans is 2,280 miles from Santa Rosa (according to Google), one day and thirteen hours by car if you only stop to pee twice along the way, but for most people out here, it’s as far away as the primordial atmospheres of Phobos. They are twirling and whirling about under some form of chemical seduction, blissfully unaware of what awaits them. The food is raw and hearty. Vegan delight. They have no idea..
While they bounce their energy from one chakra to another, BP continues to pump more and more Corexit down the Gulf’s drain. The facts are coming in on Corexit. It’s one of the most toxic substances known to man. With all of the other options to disperse the oil, BP could not have chosen a more deadly one. Even Dispirsit was over 30% less toxic. The only problem with Dispirsit, is that BP did not have a majority stake in them. By pumping Corexit down near the breach of The Deep Horizon, 5,000 feet down, they broke the sulfuric crude into a deadly toxic cloud, growing into monstrous proportions beneath the surface of the ocean and it’s on the move. In essence, they supercharged the spew from the gusher, distributing it, further and wider than it would had they simply let it flow and used more organic and sophisticated means at their disposal. But that was not their choice–never was.
I’d love to see the production schedule for Corexit over the last twelve months. My instincts tell me that it was at a record high. However, they also had a fair amount on hand, because Europe had abandoned it’s use long ago. Funny how Europe can say “no” to Corexit and GMO’s while the US laps up copious amounts of frankenfood with toxic dispersant chasers. We are a synthetically-mutated banana republic.
Pluto in Capricorn has unleashed it’s final solution to the Gulf and it ain’t pretty. Recently, in Spain, at The Bilderbergers conference, the most conspicuous members this go round were the likes of Eric Schmidt, Peter Thiel, Bill Gates and even Charlie Rose. They were no doubt brought there to have the presentation of their subterranean time shares, age reversal machines and even cloning. Just do what we say and you can hang out in the cool, hydroponic nirvana, a mile beneath the surface for as long as it takes for the cancerous skin of the planet to heal. We even have billiards and table tennis! They got their assignments and talking points. Tweak the searches, bend the metrics in the this direction, create more obfuscation, like Fareed Zecaria, who claimed that the nasty mess in the Gulf was a mere distraction for the higher purpose of Obama. Yes, Fareed was just in Spain (thanks Tina).
This is where it’s at, a massive vertical of four columns; Business (BP, Goldman Sachs, Halliburton), the Media (Television and Internet), the Government and last but not least, the Military. These four branches of power and influence are converging into one, unified, operation, or so it seems. Why else would BP be in control? Why else would the media be so handcuffed? Why else would Obama and the US gov stomp it’s feet like petulant children, threatening to tell their mummy and daddy? Why else would there be rumors of NORTHCOM in the southeast? If this doesn’t point towards some form of collusion at the highest levels, we’re in much worse shape than I thought.
My thoughts continually return to the message, the top down message. What is it that can unify select, tactical, groups of people to act accordingly , even against the nature of it’s own humanity? What is it? What terrifying specter lies just beyond the event horizon?
When the lights darkened in the big room in Citges and the projector flashed on, did it have a mind-blowing footage of an object hurtling at us through space? Was it a live feed from the Sun, in the convulsive reflux stage of coronal mass ejection? Was it an armada of massive craft parked just outside of Earth orbit, occluded by the barium laced strata of clouds? Was it the blinding visage of Lucifer himself, so bright that they had to wear blast goggles to watch in awe and wonder? What’s really going on when people like Darryl Carpenter of WB Roberts and Kevin Costner and a host of others, offer up solution upon solution in the Gulf, only to be rebuffed? The question is why? The motivating factor is how?
We will be the last to know it seems, even though some very brave people like Julian Assange try to bend the curve by using this medium as a portal for information, vital information. but even if we had the right info, what would we do with it?
I know a man, who has a son who cannot sleep through the night. The little boy, all of three, is tortured by nightmares, night-in, night-out. I first heard about this over a month ago. His father’s solution to keep him from having the nightmares was to offer him anything he wanted if he would just sleep through the night for three weeks straight. Mind you, this is a three-year-old boy. Over a month later, he is still haunted by something that causes him terror in the night. They still haven’t dealt with the problem at hand. Not his–theirs. We you see, we are that young boy. We are tortured by the unknown in ways that our conscious minds cannot comprehend. It comes through in nightmares and extreme, sudden attacks of anxiety. Meanwhile, our corporate keepers keep promising us anything we want, if we’ll just continue sleeping through the night. It’s insanity of the highest order.
This is the opposition of Pluto in Cap versus the US stellium in Cancer. One energy wants to ascend to the pinnacle of the pyramid, entering into the third eye stargate, leaving behind another planet on fire in space, cackling that they pulled off yet another one, searching for the next blue orb to descend upon and feast on it like mutant locusts, while the other is desperately trying to hold onto the cradle of it’s birth and the plateau of it’s destiny, a promise in the future of a better way of living and treating everyone and everything with deep respect, kindness and devotion.
If we should somehow turn the tide, I have strong faith in the youth. Young people I met last night and through this blog are so turned on, conscious and lovingly aware. I know that might sound a bit pollyana for a generation hooked on Lady Gaga and extreme acts of self-conscious expression, but I don’t believe it’s the baseline. If we make it through the eye of the needle and reboot the motherboard, we’re in very good shape. Let’s just hope and pray that the boil that’s been festering and is about to burst is not the very mantle of the planet itself.