A.K. READER: A newspaper opinion piece from 1988

 I wrote this during the time I lived in Jackson Wyoming. The Publisher of the paper that agreed to run it then lived in Casper Wyoming. He had been my first love in high school, and my second husband during our early ’30s when he was Editor of our home town paper in Twin Falls, Idaho, and I had moved back to be with him. I remain eternally grateful for Dick’s deep support of me during the two years we were together, when I was also devouring the language of astrology —  to the point where, one morning, I woke up, and realized that I had been dreaming in this symbolic language.

ASTROLOGY DEEPENS OUR UNDERSTANDING OF TIME & SPACE

June 3, 1988

by Ann Kreilkamp, Ph.D.

Guest Column: Casper Star-Tribune

 

“So. What do you think about the news that Reagan believes in astrology?”

How often, during the past month, have I heard this question? And each time I hear it, I cringe.

I cringe because the question puts me, once again, in a position of having to say, in a few words, what cannot be understood without a total change in world view. It’s a bit like a tropical islander who hears about a phenomenon called “snow,” and asks a visiting Eskimo if he believes in it. On the one hand, of course! On the other hand, what a strange question! Snow is an obvious fact of Eskimo existence. His very survival depends upon his awareness of snow. He can barely imagine how yawning the gap must be between the tropical and the arctic mind’s knowledge of, memories of, associations with, attitudes towards — that little word “snow.”

The “scientific experts” who declare astrology worthless are like tropical islanders, isolated entirely from the world upon which they so arrogantly pass judgment. As Isaac Newton himself is said to have responded to one of his critics on this very subject: “Sir, I have studied it, you have not!”

And I cringe for another reason, best shown in a good joke on the subject currently making the rounds: “Did you hear that Reagan believes in astrology?” “Oh really! That makes me lose faith . . . in astrology.”

Reagan is not a person I would ask to decide the value of astrology. Indeed, this latest embarrassment of the Reagan presidency is probably, as Lance Morrow put it in a tongue-in-cheek editorial in the May 16th issue of Time Magazine, “the metaphysical equivalent of his jelly beans.”

 

And that’s the problem. I cringe because the astrology that the public is aware of through syndicated newspaper columns, and the astrology within which I am immersed, inhabit two entirely different universes.

I am an astrologer. I make my living as a consultant in astrology; I write and publish regularly on the subject; I read and study and think endlessly upon and within this most ancient and fascinating language. It is my life. It is, and has been for the past 14 years, my ruling passion. I do not expect it to stop anytime soon.

Prior to this, I was a student of philosophy, earning a doctorate in philosophy of science from Boston University in 1972. My quest for the inner meaning of astrology is philosophical: astrology is an investigation into the nature of, and the interconnected and ever-changing structures of, the two most fundamental and deeply-rooted concepts of human understanding, those of time and space.

To fully enter the world of astrology is to transform the way the concepts of time and space operate within one’s psyche. To do this is to expand one’s world-view from the narrow window of Newtonian science to include aspects of life that we all experience but seldom consciously recognize.

The Newtonian world-view assumes that time is linear, that it measures points on a line, moment to moment, each moment the same, all of them stretching endlessly forward into the future. The western ideal of “progress” is a corollary to this unquestioned assumption about the nature of time. Our obsession with progress is associated with the ideals of industry and mechanization. We have made idols out of our tools, focusing on our relationship with them, rather than the natural world around us. What we do to the outside reflects within: we squash our very aliveness into the rules and roles of mechanical motion.

Linear time, as a basic epistemological condition for our perceiving everything else, subtly and irrevocably separates us from both our own natures and the natural world around us. And the results of this separation are coming in now, through massive and perhaps irreversible pollution of earth, air, and water. Unlike any other animal, we have carelessly fouled our own nest.

By contrast, astrological time is the time of the interweaving of many different cycles into one glorious fabric of creation, in which we are all participants. Astrology acknowledges a most basic fact of human experience — the ebb and flow of all that is. While we tend to associate astrology with heavenly phenomena like the phases of the moon, and cannot help but marvel at the timing of both the tides and human female menstrual cycles here on earth, there are other, equally ubiquitous cycles which we all participate in, and which also present us with the wondrous orderliness of nature. Simply our breathing — in and out, in and out — is our most personal and most obvious, and therefore least noticed cycle; we cannot help but adjust ourselves to the quotidian cycles of day and night, or the seasonal changes both within our aging bodies and within nature as she ever renews herself. All these cycles and many, many more — there is nothing alive that does not function in interwoven cycles, and everything, even the rocks and the planets are alive — all these cycles are so obvious to us that we do not see them, and thus fail to recognize the profound truth of the cyclical nature of time.

Rather than removing us from either our own nature or the natural world around us, astrology honors the unceasing birthing, flowering and dying of all living forms. Instead of separating ourselves off from life in an attempt to become purely predictable, mechanical, “living” our lives according to the pre-set expectation of who we think we are, we move with the flow of life, knowing all is change, and accepting the precise coordinates for any particular moment, its surprising but exacting character, what its nature entails.

As our conception of time is enlarged and deepened through the study of astrology, so is that of space. We open our eyes and hearts and souls, replacing our preoccupation with space as merely three dimensions, an empty container, the void — wherein we feel lonely, alienated and separate from others — to a feeling for its full, rich, and multi-dimensional character. We sense and feel bathed by, protected and nourished within, a space which is itself a living entity, carrying and making music with the resonance of all possible frequencies. What we think and speak and do matters; each action, no matter how trivial, reverberates throughout the whole, affecting all of us. In a very real sense, we are all parts of one another.

The great physicist Niels Bohr once said: “The opposite of a fact is another fact. But the opposite of one great truth is another great truth.” Astrology acknowledges the double truth of a fundamental paradox, known in academic philosophical circles as “the problem of the one and the many.”

Astrology teaches that each of us is one among many; standing at the exact center of the universe, we are each an utterly unique and irreplaceable individual. Astrology honors the unlimited evolutionary capacity of each of us as an unfolding from within of the laws of our own natures.

Simultaneously, by placing each of us within the larger universe, and showing our original and continuously changing relations to it, astrology teaches that the many are also one: each of us exists as a mere point within an infinite, divine continuum. We expand to fill the space available. We express our love for the whole of creation.

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WOW! I “re-enter the work force,” at age 74.

Well, not exactly. I’ve never been in the work force, in the sense of laboring as a wage slave at something that was not my passion. Instead, after raising a family and graduate school in philosophy, plus one stint teaching in an experimental college from which I was then fired as “too experimental,” I decided to study astrology. Why? Because I wondered how my life had gone so far “off.” Couldn’t understand it. I had done everything right, got all the prizes. But  there I was, at age 32, dead broke, divorced from not only my husband but my children, and wondering what’s next. Well, I sure found out! Astrology, as a symbolic language that maps the unfolding of the soul’s purpose in this lifetime, became my lifeline. First for myself, and within three years, also for others.

I worked as a consultant in astrology from 1976 through 1996. At that point, the magazine I was publishing, Crone Chronicles: A Journal of Conscious Aging, began to demand so much of my time that I noticed that, for about six weeks prior to printing each quarterly issue, I would need to stop astrology and focus full-time on the magazine. And wouldn’t you know, for those six weeks, the calls for my astrological services would stop! Not that I let people know. Just that the atmosphere changed, so that my energy, since it was directed elsewhere, was no longer available for astrological consultations.

And then, like clockwork, as soon as I sent the new issue in to the printer, the calls for astrology would start up again! I could say that this surprised me, but it did not. I had long been accustomed to moving in sync with the flow of the universe. Since I was doing what I loved — both as editor and publisher of a magazine and as an astrological consultant — the universe conspired to help me do both. And since I needed to move from one to the other, every six weeks or so, it arranged for that, too.

In 2001, I stopped the magazine, and returned to astrology, more or less. But my husband Jeff and I were about to make a major move, and so my energy began to move, too. In 2002 we relocated to Bloomington, Indiana, so he could attend law school. Three months later, he died, of a heart attack. The next few years were spent getting used to my changed status, on all levels. In 2006 I published an award-winning book about my conscious grieving process: This Vast Being: A Voyage through Grief and Exaltation. 

When Jeff died, he left me a legacy, which I have been busy spending down in a manner that befits the next step — in this case, to materialize my passions. Not that I knew what I was doing when I began. No. Looking back on it now, I realize it’s been an organic process, moving very slowly and deeply.

In 2007 I committed to taking the Permaculture Design Course. That led to buying the property next door, which had a sunny lawn, so that I could start a community garden. The garden grew not just plants, but community. Last year, we realized that we were now living in a village within a neighborhood, and set up a website to reflect that fact. www.greenacresvillage.org. Then, in December 2016, the final piece of contiguous property fell into my hands, after visioning for three years that it would. With the three properties now in hand, and a population of nine people (only three per house, because of zoning laws), the core of this intergenerational village is taking shape. Only in the past year or so, have we moved from continually visioning a changed “atmosphere” to  actually living within our changed “culture.” We have arrived. At least on this material plane. There is much more to do to get the three-house village proper into shape materially, including completely redoing a second garage. In 1996, we turned the first garage into a greenhouse. Here it is yesterday, with seedlings ready to go in the ground and for sale to others.

By the way, this garage, in its original incarnation, was where my son Colin Cudmore, who had just arrived in Bloomington from the east coast, fashioned the first 300 Garden Towers, by hand, six years ago. It’s now manufactured in Indianapolis, has won many awards, and ships to six different countries. See Garden Tower Project.

So, to the point of this post: I am now approaching the finale; my seemingly endless start-up funds for the village are going to mostly run out by about the first of next year. So, by that time, we’re going to need to have invisible structures in place that will ensure its continuity through time — and after my own death. Much to accomplish this year!

Meanwhile, I’ve decided to “get back into astrology,” I mean professionally, charging people for my time. I’ve been doing astrology in the gift economy for the 15 years I’ve been in Bloomington. And while that’s somewhat satisfying, I do notice that people don’t take their own reading as seriously as they would were they to actually pay for it! Until we’re all very used to the abundance created when each of us gifts all of who we are to the world, we’re still going to need to make one-to-one exchanges. This comes as a disappointment to me, since I always want to jump ahead of the curve — and do, until I discover why I need to pull back, and do things “the old way” for awhile longer. And in this case, once again doing astrology as a professional consultant will help the cash flow in the village.

So here goes, Starting over, at the age of 74!

(Note: And see Consultations.)

If anyone wants an astrological reading from me, I’m available! Besides gaining insight into the path of your own life, you will also be helping Green Acres Village and Urban Farm to grow and thrive as one new template for suburbia in these critical times on Planet Earth.

Oh and BTW, and I can send you some of my new business cards, if you wish to distribute to others. Thanks!

 

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Psychiatrist Steve Pieczenik: On the mad men who pronounce Trump crazy.

I saw that pronouncement from psychiatrists at a Yale conference as to the state of Trump’s mental health —

It’s Official: Top Psychiatrists at Yale Conference Warn That Trump Has A Dangerous Mental Illness

— and frankly, was appalled at the arrogance. Glad that psychiatrist Steve Pieczenik has called them out, and roundly. Not that I “believe” in either Trump or Pieczenik, but I sure do wonder about anybody — anybody! no matter what their “credentials” — pretending to judge somebody else’s “sanity” in this clearly insane culture still bent on totally destroying both our Earthly home and our natural trust in each other.

Thanks to Kauilapele.

 

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Green Acres Village News: Community Dinner (Chinese!), Tunnel Project news, Mariella’s big move with a little help from her friends

See new post, www.greenacresvillage.org

 

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Hmmmm. New Tool in My Toolbox: Google Search Trends. FUN!

This morning, thanks to the technique employed in one of Melissa Dyke’s Truth Stream Media’s memorable posts,

How Reality Is Being Manufactured

I finally tuned into google search trends. Hmmm. Of course, it might all be skewed in one way or another, given that we’ve discovered that google might be “evil” after all; even so, I found myself running with this technique.

Melissa found trends that showed periodicity over time. Hmmm. Very interesting! Wonder how often that holds true? Meanwhile, I decided to do some trend searches myself. For example, I am aware that “deep state” is now a meme that suddenly appeared recently in the public consciousness, after having been invented by Peter Dale Scott for his 2014 book The American Deep State. Here’s Part 1 of a a recent six part interview with him:

And here’s how it shows up in google trends.

Deep State: Yep. This one flew in from nowhere in December 2016. (Go to the actual url to see the actual timing. I’m just taking screenshots.)

Okay. How about False Flag?

Interesting. False Flag peaked in April-May 2013.

BTW: I don’t know if you’ve been paying attention, but please do notice how we in the alt-media have evolved from taking weeks, then just days, to figure out that any particular destructive event was a false flag. In the past year or so, it seems like we’ve only needed an hour or two. And now, this year, we downright expect one or more false flags as part of the predictive code of the cabal. For example: with so-called Gotham Shield, supposedly on now and for the next two weeks, we’re all just waiting to see if and when what part of this supposed drill will “go live.”

Okay, let’s google search trend Gotham Shield:

Hmmm . . . this one seems to have peaked in October 2014. Why? Oh sure, a TV series. Wouldn’t you know. Predictive programming? 

Okay, now let’s turn from the ugly stuff to what really interests me, permaculture. Well, hey, it’s trending up, slightly. . .

Okay, let’s compare permaculture to organic gardening. That will tell us where we are, in terms of educating the public about this more-than-organic, whole systems approach — to not just growing food, but living on earth in community. Oh wow! The news is good!

Hey, what happens if we add non-GMO to the mix? 

Hmm, non-GMO tracks with organic at a low level. Okay, how about comparing all three to local food?

Aha! Bingo! Permaculture and local food go together in the public mind. YES!

 

 

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On Earth Day: “make of your very flesh a great poem. . .”

“This is what you shall do: love the the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body … ”
-Walt Whitman

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Financial whistleblower Ronald Bernard, whose conscience woke up and refused to allow him to complete his training as a psychopath

INTEGRITY: consistency in thought, word and deed. Remember this simple definition. It is also an instruction.

For if there is only one 39 minute slot free in your precious time today, please take that time to watch this video, an extraordinary story of one smart young man with entrepenurial skills who was enticed to join the world of financiers who manage huge flows of money that circle the world. In order to agree to learn this new and exalted “trade” which would bring him much more personal wealth than his old import/export business, he was told  he must put his conscience in the freezer and keep it there, 100%. Being young and foolish, he laughed and agreed. What follows is a riveting tale of how the money matrix world works, connecting  the dots that lead from gigantic money flows all the way through to the Luciferian religion and its sacrifices of young children. As he says, he failed at becoming a psychopath. Why? Because the freezer broke down; he simply couldn’t stomach performing the murderous acts through which they would have blackmailed him, thus ensuring his compliance, forever.

His conscience had come back to life. Which meant that he could no longer “do his job” easily. He began to refuse assignments. Had trouble pretending to be who he used to be. Finally, his body broke down from the stress. And when it did, he found himself looking down upon his body from a corner of the Emergency Room. This awareness, of his existence beyond the body, woke him up further to what lay beyond the world of not just money, but matter itself.

Extremely interesting and articulate, even though it’s hard to watch in translation, with subtitles.

With this one biographical story, the entire sleeping world could wake up.

Revelations from a Former International Financier: “I was training to become a psychopath, and I failed”

 

 

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Iran, Russia and China all want war with the U.S.! PROOF!

Geez! The nerve!! Look how close they put their countries to our military bases!!!

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Let us embrace this eternal dance between left and right brain!

Way back in the mid-1960s, I was juggling wife and motherhood while diligently studying for a Ph.D. in philosophy. In order to “accomplish” all my “tasks,” I had to “make lists and plans,” “schedule” rigorously, and “make sure it all got done.” These are all left brain functions. But then, in a Scientific American magazine article, I came across the idea that we actually have two brains, a left brain and a right brain, with the “corpus callosum” between them. Right brain is intuitive, spacious, colorful, connected, questioning, loving, exploratory of worlds beyond worlds, worlds within worlds. In other words, utterly unlike left brain problem solving, right brain is attuned to mystery, both inner and outer.

Well, that turned me on. And I never looked back. Even my graduate school mentor couldn’t stop me, though he tried, denigrating intuition, because, he claimed, whatever it comes up with can’t be “proved.” On the other hand, as he would acknowledge, when pressed, nothing can be proved, not even scientific theories! Since the bottom line assumptions of any theory cannot themselves be proved, then all of our theories rest on nothing, nothing!

Of course he was full of contradictions. We all are. But he didn’t like to notice his. How many of us do? Indeed, according to the “rules” of formal logic, contradiction must be avoided at all costs because, as another professor sputtered, red-faced, when I asked, in all innocence, “but . . . but . . . what’s wrong with contradiction?”

“BECAUSE  . . . FROM A CONTRADICTION, ANYTHING FOLLOWS, ANYTHING!”

Exactly! The possibilities are endless. There is no end to mystery, and to what can be conjured up and/or dissolved within it.

Let us learn to see and feel contradictions (including those experienced over time, for example, the “bipolar” swings between “manic” and “depressive”) as growing nodes.  Every time we consciously identify and span both poles of any duality (black/white, male/female, yes/no) we can thus recognize the contradiction between them as what links them. Each contradiction can thus be fruitfully viewed and experienced as a tiny potent seed, seeking to burst new life into form. So, I learned, the best way to move forward is to both acknowledge polarity (for example, left/right brain) and to integrate and encompass them.

Do I contradict myself? Well then I contradict myself. I am large. I contain miracles. — Walt Whitman

The opposite of one great truth is another great truth. — Niels Bohr

Over time, I learned use left brain logic as an instrument within right brain spaciousness. Whenever I want to create something specific from within the infinite void (e.g., a book, an  experimental community, a narrative line) I call upon left brain powers of discernment, analysis, identification, naming, deduction, induction, and so on. Left brain functions create boundaries; right brain functions dispell them. That’s our life, here on Earth. Moving from one to the other, juggling, playing with emerging, disintegrating forms. Living large, while refusing to take anything seriously; and yet thinking, imagining, speaking and acting, in all seriousness!

What matters? It all matters and nothing matters. There is no single “real world.” There are only the multidimensional realms of our imagination, populating the boundless spaciousness in whatever realms we can conjure up.  THOSE WE (UNCONSCIOUSLY) CONJURE UP EN MASSE CREATE THE CONDITIONS THAT WE SEE AROUND US AND THAT WE LIVE WITHIN.  Ergo: It’s up to us to wake up, i.e., to make the unconscious conscious and burst through the money matrix. We dreamers lead the world to unravel the stuck, competitive, destructive dynamic of scarcity while co-creating the abundance of nature’s mutual co-operation and gifting. Thus do we evolve from a culture of complaint to a culture of creativity, each of us both unique in our expression and dissolved into oneness, the one LOVE that fills, fuels, and flows through the multiverse.

I tell the above story because I just came across another wonderful Jordan Sather post on fb. No wonder he and I resonate across the generations! Here goes:

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Swampland News: Afghanistan caves and U.S. congress

Bernie Suarez hits hard, claiming that now ISIS has supposedly moved to caves (remember the MOAB?) they’ll never be eradicated and the MIC can go on destroying Earth and earthlings forever.

ISIS Script Shifts to Caves in Afghanistan: Longevity Now Guaranteed

Gordon Duff, according to reader Rose: “may have reached his tipping point as this is one take-no-prisoners read. For example, he has taken his past allusions to John McCain’s less than stellar tour in Nam to a level of citing specifics. Duff can generally back-up his allegations and McCain (among others) cannot be happy with this exposure…(we truly are in a time of ‘revelations’).”

The Strange Case of Tulsi Gabbard, and Other Tales of Terror

Basically, we must ask, will Tulsi be allowed to live?

Meanwhile, there’s her spiritual sister, Cynthia McKinney, demonstrating how Congress is run.

Also, a Congressional whistleblower from Colorado claims that

Congress is Corrupted by Dark “Corrupting Influence”

and this includes massive “dues” to sit on committees.

Here’s another article from 2013, that claims the same.

Congress Charges Secret Fee to Land Top Committee Spots

So it appears that our corrupt “elected representatives” are blackmailed (pedophilia) and/or bribed (by lobbyists, by revolving door promises), and/or must pay to play.

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