Note: See this, for Take One.
I’ve just spent a wasted? confusing? enlightening? disgusting? two hours with one “Joseph Chiappalone” via the internet. I had been alerted to him by Bumpercrop, an unusually insightful commenter on this blog who referred me to an interview that he did with Jeff Rense. The interview was over 30 minutes long, so I postponed it.
Then Laura Bruno, who did listen to the interview, after seeing the comment on my site, decided to post it on hers.
Since I enjoy what Laura writes so hugely, especially her precise, sweeping “rants” that capture in detail the whole range of nefarious goings-on, I eagerly read her introduction to the audio, and then, while eating lunch (shouldn’t have done that), listened to the interview itself. It left me with an icky, gunky taste in my mouth. If Barbara Marciniak is right, that we need to listen to our bodies to discern the “truth” about the world, then I certainly did. I couldn’t help but do so. Simply, I don’t buy what Joseph Chiappalone says, not even a teensy weensy part of me. I just say NO.
And it’s not that I don’t think all of what he says might be “true,” or I should say, “true” in a certain timeline. On the other hand, recent experiences of my own — the North American Permaculture Convergence and my loving gathering with family upon the death of our mother — not to mention the wondrous two-house plus GANG garden permaculture paradise that six of us are in the midst of creating here in Bloomington with, by the way several stories that I have yet to tell about our recent successful, even pleasurable and victorious interactions with the city government — yes, these experiences, and others (what about my recent plane trips, for example, where, unfailingly, as we leave the plane, fellow passengers helped each other get their bags from the overhead, stay back so that others can leave ahead of them, smile and say hello) — all these have placed me firmly, at least for now, on the “side” of regeneration and resilience. I simply do not think that we are all going to “go up in smoke.”
Or maybe I’m already living in an alternate reality?
Maybe in the one I apparently, some time ago, jumped out of, Chiappalone is right? His predictions of increasing madness and violence leading to an ignominious end by 2019 certainly would meet with the nightmare visions I had as a child, when the idea that “the world will end in my lifetime (through nuclear conflagration)” weighed on me ever since I was two and a half years old, upon hearing the news about Hiroshima on the radio. My “knowledge” of the coming end times ruined my childhood, in the sense that, from then on, I could only pretend to play.
But would I rather my visions be proved correct, or that my intuition and forward reaching now be viable? Obviously the latter. (Or, as above, we are dealing with parallel realities, alternate timelines). On the other hand, I do think Chiappalone is correct, in that whatever we lose in the coming time, is not of value, since we are not our bodies, and, as he says, the most important fear to get over is the fear of “death.”
One of my housemates came back from two weeks away last night and this morning discovered that I had been in Seattle during that same time upon the death of my mother. “Oh,” she murmured, her face falling into sadness, thinking to commiserate with me. “It was good!” I told her, “Mom was 96 years old, time to go.” She still couldn’t seem to get over her initial reaction (was it fear of her own death that gripped her? I think it usually is), so I just said, or rather, I fear, I might have even snapped, “I’m comfortable with death. Don’t you realize that by now?”
I’m afraid I embarrassed her, or at least shocked her. Which is worse?
In any case, I do think Chiappolone is correct, that the fear of death keeps us in check, and able to be controlled by outside forces.
After listening to the Jeff Rense audio, I did some further research on the internet and, on an old “godlikeproductions” site, discovered a set of predictions that Chiappolino made that did not, by any stretch of the imagination, come true.
And I found some shady stuff supposedly associated with him, though who knows whether any of that is real or whether it matters.
And I did read through one of his long posts on rense.com, which I recommend instead of the audio above, since it doesn’t take as long to absorb and you won’t be dealing with his Australian accent.
I have not read anything else. While I appreciate that he, who apparently claims to be a gnostic, and like John Lash Lamb (one of my heroes), views what is happening here as a result of a cosmic mistake, there’s just something about this man’s language and terminal worldview that my body itself does not accept. And I, like Barbara Marciniak suggests, have indeed “made friends with my body.”