It’s the day my weekend retreat starts and I’m up way too early. Saw this story by Naomi Wolf, which fits (and doesn’t fit) my astrological analysis (that he might have been duped, given his intense Neptunian component), and makes me stop and think more deeply about how the Edward Snowden saga could play in and/or play into the hands of those who want to keep us in fear.
Gordon Duff and Jon Rappoport also wonder what’s going on and don’t trust it — for different reasons. Kerry Cassidy of Project Camelot is trying to get an interview with him.
My question: why is Naomi Wolf the only critic who has noticed that Snowden doesn’t seem to have a lawyer? Also read the comments underneath her piece. I take it here from the economic policy journal, but it seems to have originally appeared on her facebook page, followed there by huge number of comments, pro and con.
This Edward Snowden story and its ramifications really does seem to be another rabbit hole, to me, a sign that there is much more afoot than we realize, though we have no idea what it is! Reminds me of the swirl around ET/UFO. And makes me think again, of the possibility that each of the infinite points in an infinitely spacious universe, when seen from close to, expands into another infinite space with infinite points — and so on and on.
Maybe what’s really important is that we begin to realize the illusory factoidial nature of this dense 3D reality, how anything that can be said about anything, will be said, sooner or later, and that all of it is radioactive, with a half-life. That any so-called “proof” is just a form, like any other form. Basically, a joke! For in a world that is spinning through space there is no bottom line, no “that’s it, we can go no further, we’ve reached the end, the origin, the source.” If there were, wouldn’t the entire Earth have fallen into it a long time ago? But she doesn’t! She keeps spinning, dancing, weaving her way, singing in harmony with her planetary, solar and galactic sisters and brothers . . .
Result? It’s up to us to choose. Choose how to live, how to be.
Me? I choose to remain open — open to experience, open to life, open to marveling at the infinity of imaginations that dream up stories about stories about stories.