Wonder Woman: Film Review

How often do I go to a theater? Almost never. But something made me want to see Wonder Woman. I hadn’t heard anything about it except that it was becoming popular. And you could say well, I wanted to see it for sociological reasons, i.e., to discover what the mass mind is being subjected to now. And you’d be right. I think! At least that’s the main reason I usually go to see movies.

But something in me held another view of this movie even before I went to see it. And knew that I would want to see it on a big screen rather than here at home, which I usually much prefer. I also saw both Interstellar and Gravity on the big screen, and reviewed them both. Unfortunately, when I search for the Gravity review I no longer find it. and as for Interstellar, my main gripe was why did they leave the ruined earth rather than permaculture her? The usual rape and pillage attitude: extract resources, leave ruination in its wake, and go on to the next low-hanging planet.

Interstellar: A Review

Aside from sociology, I go to the big screen when I want to immerse my psyche in our real? imagined? version of “space.” (Having recently familiarized myself somewhat with “flat earth” arguments, I’m increasingly conscious of our human capacity to pretend just about anything through cgi technology.) Sitting in front of a screen at home just doesn’t cut it.

So on to Wonder Woman. I knew I wanted to go. Wasn’t sure why. Hadn’t read anything about it.

My Green Acres Village podmate Rebecca’s adult daughter Nezhla is here taking care of Rebecca’s dogs for the two weeks Rebecca is on vacation in California, and when she asked if anyone wanted to do something last night, I told her I would definitely go to Wonder Woman. She jumped at the chance. Said she had already seen it and wanted to go again. Later, as we were walking out of the air-conditioned theater into the sultry heat of the Indiana early summer evening, this 31-year-old would-be wonder woman said, with conviction, that she’s decided to buy the DVD, because seeing it again will just get too expensive (at $11 a pop for her, only $9 for me, a “senior”). That it is one of her all-time favorite movies. That she loved it even better the second time.

Well, I do understand her enthusiasm!

When we arrived and sat down, the onslaught of previews was just beginning. And every single preview assaulted the viewer with an idiotic smear of random, numbing shock and awe “action” scenes, usually with cgi roboticized “aliens” against cgi background and “real” foreground chaos and mayhem —, exploding people, cars, buildings, cities, on and on and on. I was stunned. Is this all that is featured in contemporary movies? No, Nezhla said, it’s because Wonder Woman falls in the “superhero” category. Oh. With this my initial enthusiasm for Wonder Woman started to flag . . .

But then was quickly quelled as the movie began. An island in the middle of nowhere, of Amazons, no children except for one, Wonder Woman herself, as the child Diana who yearned to learn how to do battle like the grown up women practiced, all extreme athletes with superhuman abilities mock-fighting each other, presumably to keep in shape lest Ares, the god of war, who almost did them in long ago, return and wreck his war havoc on their beautiful hidden paradisical land.

Wonder Girl, is of course, the daughter of the Amazon Queen, but wants to be tutored in the arts of war by the queen’s sister (played by Robin Wright). The two sisters almost come to blows, but then, when the time is ripe, the queen gives her permission for Diana to be trained in the arts of battle, honorable battle of course, where humans fight opponents close up.

Now you might say, why is this set up not just like the other “action” movies previewed earlier? For there’s plenty of play-action here on their lush tropical island, but all of course, set in the background of a paradise that time left behind, with gorgeous, shapely, muscular amazons — and sometimes their glorious horses — gracing both foreground and background. Well, I’ll tell you, here’s why: this movie is layered. And overriding among the layers is that deep background of Ares, god of war, that Wonder Girl longs to learn how to fight, figuring that if she can learn how to best him, then humans will never again want to go to war.

But of course, Diana doesn’t know war herself, or other humans, the male kind. She just knows her storybook world, with a mother who tells her she was made from clay. Her mentor however, is very hard on her, keeps telling her she is not operating at her maximum, no matter how powerful her training feats — flying leaps with sword in hand, easily deflecting arrows with wrist armor, tackling multiple opponents at once, etc. etc.

Okay, she grows up, and now of course, her capacities have magnified considerably. By the way, all the versions of Wonder Woman (and Girl) are believable. Especially the third and final one. And, Nezhla whispered to me at some point, the actress picked for this role, Gal Gadot, is an Israeli who did her two-year duty in the Israeli military and also won the Miss Israel contest in 2004. I read somewhere that she bulked up with 15 extra pounds of muscle to do this role, and now I see that Gadot did all her own action shots in the movie, and that only one scene had to be reshot! What a clear vision by this female director!

I won’t go any further than this, except to say that, given the layering of this movie, the inevitable encounter with Ares — not once, but twice, as the first time she picked the wrong human in disguise and yes, Ares, according to this tale, does really exist! — didn’t do the trick. Humans kept fighting . . .

And, it turned out, the encounter with the real Ares turned her own warrior goddess power on. Now she was truly Diana (also known as Artemis). From then on the action shots get even more extraordinary (how is that possible?!?) and of course magical, unbelievable with our 3D eyes. And yet, by this time, we, I and all females longing to make a huge difference in this mad mad world — are fully engaged, not just cheering her on, but identifying with her courage and her honor and her prowess completely. At whatever level she wants to take her powers, we are in, riding along in her wave to paradoxically use the weapons of darkness to save humanity from its own darker energies. But I get ahead of the story, way ahead. Let’s go back to the island.

The plot line thickens when when a military man from World War I crash-lands his small plane off the coast of the island exactly when Wonder Woman happened to be standing alone on top of a very tall cliff looking out to sea. Of course she dives off the cliff and swims out to save him. The ensuing complications of their inevitable relationship (what is that? she points to his (erect?) penis, when of course, she inadvertently walked in on him emerging from a bath in what looks like a hot springs pool in paradise), and the continuing cultural clash between Diana and the “modern” world once the two of them reach the European front is wonderfully droll and often hilarious.

I was continuously surprised at how the “action” shots — now in World War I — just kept ramping up — each one outdoing the one before it — AND how the momentum, texturing of details, and as I said before, layering of this movie just kept me wide open to what’s now and what’s next. An incredible achievement.

And you know what? It might just be a good movie for the mass mind. Might just function as a tiny potent seed dropped into the collective unconscious at this massively violent moment to begin to turn us away from utilizing war as a method to “solve problems.” Wonder Woman succeeds in provoking its audience to pay attention to the destructive, tragic folly of war as we simultaneously identify with this courageous Amazon Goddess who is fully engaged in battle to do what is necessary to help humans convert from war to peace, from fury to love, from destruction to creation.

One caveat: The Gandhian philosophy of non-violence never arises. Should it have? Could it have, given the assumptions and momentum of the movie? How would one layer that in?

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Alt-Epistemology: How to parse our disputes when we really don’t know for sure who is “right?”

And what if no one (and everyone) is “right”? What if we’re all on a more or less wavering path towards more and more expansive comprehension of relativities in this 3D world of dueling dualities?

Hmmmm.  . . I  notice that two years ago I put up a post about Kerry Cassidy’s take on Corey Goode.

What is real? Kerry Cassidy on Corey Goode reminds me of Colin Andrews on Crop Circles

So I’ve been aware of Corey all this time? (I had forgotten!)

During these past several weeks I’ve been both following and staying clear of the dispute that has flared up re: Corey Goode and “the Blue Avians,” his connection to David Wilcock, and Gaia TV, its founder, etc. Even though people whom I love and trust have been captivated by both Corey and Wilcock, their interactions and presentations. And even though I’ve been a slightly eyebrow-raised fan of Wilcock for years — there’s just something in me that steers clear away from his duet with Corey Goode. I haven’t known why, but I trust my own inner awareness, and how it directs me to what I’m supposed to pay attention to. Not because it’s “true” — who knows what’s “true”? and usually, “relatively true for whom and why and how?” — but because for some reason that inner direction is instructing me how to proceed, both in my inner evolution and my path in the outer world.

Then I came across the recent Bill Ryan piece, on fb, as I recall, and his subsequent  interview series with Daniel Lizst (Dark Journalist), for example, the first one —

— and found myself captivated. Not because I thought Ryan was right, because again, who knows? but because he made some astounding claims, which were then amplified by Daniel Lizst, whom I’ve always respected. (His interviews with Ryan apparently inspired Lizst to then conduct a new interview series, which he calls “New Age Deep State” (love the title!)). Though I’ve only barely listened to parts of  the Ryan interviews, I did notice that much of what Lizst and even Ryan seem to imply about Corey is through innuendo and character assasination.

And that made me hesitate to watch further videos of any kind from Daniel Lizst, formerly, for me, one of my regulars! So there I was, skeptical of both Ryan/Lizst and Corey Goode! Not just not knowing who to beLIEve, but especially, wondering what I should even allow into my psyche, given limits on time and space and the fact that it’s gardening season to the max right now, so my interests are naturally turned toward the flourishing of our Green Acres Village and Urban Farm.

I also watched Kerry Cassidy’s several recent appraisals of Corey Goode, for example —

— which gave me further pause, especially discovering that Corey had contacted her in the first place, rather than the other way around. I know that for me, in any publication I have run, including this one, I’m not inclined to interview anyone who asks me to. The invite has to come from me, otherwise it smells advertorial.

Okay, fast forward until today, when I came across Will Bergdorf’s recent “channelling” as “Cosmic Awareness,” concerning which to beLIEve, Lizst/Ryan or Corey Goode? Cosmic Awareness came down decidedly on the “side” of the former, which surprised me, since he also introduced this material with a long intro as to why we should cultivate our own garden and not judge anybody or take sides.

The Corey Story: Questions for Cosmic Awareness

On the other hand, Cosmic Awareness was, he claims, speaking from the point of view of a detached awareness, 5th dimensionality, I would call it, looking down at this 3D duality-infused world, where we take sides and see things in black and white, competition between them, and winner-take-all. From within that higher perspeective, Cosmic Awareness does, thankfully, seem detached.

I especially noted his mention of Jordan Sather (one of my new regulars) and Michael Salla (a respected exopolitical journalist), who have both been drawn into Corey’s orbit. This orbit has now, Cosmic Awareness claims, been smoothed by Corey being “groomed” as a Milabs victim to play a certain kind of role by the ones who work behind the scenes to keep us all confused. Might Sather and Salla, by commiting themselves to this cause, perhaps remain there no matter what, since it’s so hard for anyone’s ego to admit mistakes?

In order to further investigate the Cosmic Awareness channel’s point of view, I looked back at a post from about a year ago where he was looking at negative judgments that had been made about both Simon Parkes (still one of my regulars) and Zen Gardner (who has since disappeared from the blogging scene) —

— and came away having a more rounded perspective of the man, oops, er, ah — of the disincarnate spirit (likely an higher self aspect of Will Berlinghoff). And basically, I like his attitude. I like his consistent 5D point of view on all our fractious divisions. It’s refreshing, this kind of neutrality in a world gone mad with fury at whoever one perceives as an opponent.

On the other hand, I am going to continue to “keep my mind open” to whatever. And to follow my own gut as to what to attend to next in the present moment.

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Part II: Revelations of Financial Whistleblower Ronald Bernard

Parts 3, 4 and 5 are expected soon! For Part I, see this:

We are very fortunate to have Ronald Bernard as our teacher.

Part II consists of his consistently brilliant, elemental articulation of the hierarchy of power, in layers starting from the top — those who govern the Bank of International Settlements, set up in 1930, on down through the World Bank and IMF, then the national banks (like the Federal Reserve here), then the other smaller banks, then the transnationals, then the national governments, and then, only then, the people, at the very bottom. Groveling, constantly sending their money (from interest on expanding loans) back up to the top.

Interesting that he places transnationals only slightly above national governments! 

On and on. He shows how banks, basically, rule. And BTW, just like we were intensely alarmed by the provisions of the TPP that would have made it immune to feedback, criticism, and justice, so too the BIS — and the City of London, and Vatican City, and he District of Columbia — are each set up as independent entities, separate, free, sovereign, not beholden to the laws of the nation in which they reside. In other words, the transnationals were trying to do what the international banks have been doing all along!

More, much more. This man, who, remember, says he “was in training to be a psychopath, and I failed,” is now our treasure. Again, we are very fortunate to have him help wake us all up to the way the fiat economic system actually works.  

Revelations from a former international financier: Ronald Bernard interview part 2

Ronald Bernard, a former high-powered financier who reveals the hellish world and behavior of those involved in the business of Big Money.

This first interview with Ronald Bernard went viral and there were more than 20 million views worldwide. We received a lot of replies, and many questions were asked. That is why we did decide to record more interviews than the two we planned. Soon we will publish a few extra video’s at DVM-TV.

In part 2 Ronald Bernard explains the Pyramid of Power and how this affects our daily lives. Ronald shows us that rich is getting richer and more powerful day by day. And why the mass often lives from scarcity. At the end of the interview you can watch a preview of the upcoming Part 3.
With English subs (Dutch spoken).


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Alt-Epistemology 101: Spinning out conundrums on the day Jupiter turns

Underneath all the fast-moving surface political/geopolitical, cultural, and linguistic flutter these days, I notice a long-running conundrum. Plus: I find that even any attempt express this conundrum spins out another conundrum. But let me take a stab.

Basically, it seems to come down to the “fact” that everyone I know is either pro Trump or against Trump, and that I continue to be surprised by who is who! The Trump divide has split into two factions those whom I love, and with whom I assumed wrongly, that we shared a set of assumptions, connections, a long-term and deeply rooted fabric or texture of understanding.

And, I wonder about myself. I’m not pro-Trump, though I’m not agin him either. On the other hand, I am rooting for him. Rooting for his higher self, his larger self. Asking him to “rise to the occasion,” and become not just a battering ram, which he is, clearly, his swashbuckling cowboy personality just guarantees it, but a conscious battering ram. Asking him to know full well what he is doing, and to begin to draw to himself those who can advise him wisely.

Am I a fool to wish for such a thing? Maybe. Hard to say. Does it just show how deluded I am, to think that we can “fix” this sorry world, plus, that one man can lead the way? Maybe.

On the other hand, I personally, am showing up, paying attention to what is right in front of me and how to center myself enough so that I can bring to bear my own full self in helping to shift my little corner of this culture from consumer/competitive/corrupt to conscious/creative/cooperative. And I am asking everyone else to do the same. To look around you. What in your area needs to be done? What are the skills you can bring to bear in helping to shift the culture in your area?

Another strange division that has been repeatedly brought to my attention lately, is that between those who think they know the earth is a spinning ball and those who think that it’s a flat plane. One reader, David, has been emailing me, asking me to look into the flat plane theory of the earth. Over and over again, he’s been politely and insistently asking me to really delve into this idea. Then yesterday, he called me. I was outside tending to plants. But I picked up the phone, and talked to him as I was busy watering the two hugelkultur mounds in the front yard. Again, he asked that I please look into it, because of my alt-epistemological position (on the edge of just about everything; and taking off conceptual helmets whenever I detect them), he thinks that I will make the switch if I do.

So last night, during my 2 A.M. awake period, I began with the first video he suggested, a 17-minute introduction, which was mostly aimed towards those who already “believe” in flat earth and how to connect with those who don’t enough to bring them into this alternative view of the world.

Then I went to the next video he recommended, a two-hour compendium of 200 proofs of flat earth. And, I must admit, after about the 5th proof, which left me confused, I guess I must have taken the opportunity to fall back asleep.

But I don’t want to be closed minded! And obviously, this flat earth theory is, if “true,” a complete switch in world-views! Hard to imagine, it feels so foolish. But then what about all those who are convinced? Are they fools? I doubt all of them are. But what has put them over the edge? Whatever it is, frankly, I don’t want to go through the rest of the 195 proofs to find out.

In a phone call this morning with my son Colin Cudmore of the Garden Tower Project, I asked him what he thought of flat earth, and of course he poo-pooed it. I asked him if he knows of someone that might help me let it go once and for all. He suggested a Clif High video, which I will put at the end of this post.

One hour later, riding home with Craig, the driver from the garage where I take my car to be serviced, I mentioned flat earth to him. And he started in poo-pooing, of course, but then, given the way he talked, I realized he knew something complex about the way the earth works. I can’t repeat what he said, because I didn’t really grok it, but it did make me ask him how he knows all this. Well, it turns out Craig has a brother who was an international pilot, and who also was in the Air Force flying the planes that hold huge amounts of fuel for other planes. “He’d say to me: ‘Yep, we’ve got enough fuel to go around the earth three times.'” I asked him if his brother went around the earth as a pilot. Yes, many times.

I found this synchronicity — of happening to meet up with someone who had an international pilot for a brother — interesting, given today’s preoccupation with figuring out how to disprove the flat earth theory. My poo-poo side is amazed that I would even consider needing to disprove it. But my “stay open to any possibility” side doesn’t want to just toss it aside without another thought.

Well, well. In watching this video, I see that Clif asks his readers to tell him why his top 5 reasons prove that we don’t live on a flat earth. He says he’s tired of fending off those who want to bring him into the fold of those who think they can prove that we do.

If you’re at all interested in pursuing flat earth theory, check out this website:


I discovered several interesting comments when considering existential implications of flat earth on that site.

But as I said before, I’m just not that interested in pursuing this gigantic conundrum. But others, more mundane, do interest me, like for example, at least according to today’s headlines, how the Comey testimony yesterday inspired both left (those who hate Trump) and right (those who love Trump, and/or hate him for other reasons?) to assume that their side “won.” Geez!

I think it’s about time that we realize we cherrypick everything. We are always automatically looking for what will meet with what we already think we know. That inside our minds is a unusually unnoticed, more or less fixed or pliable or changeable filter; our filter decides what, of the gadzillions of inputs possible, we will pay attention to. Our filter, in turn, creates our conceptual helmet, that beyond which nothing is allowed. Otherwise, it would be all too much! Otherwise, we’d constantly suffer from that “booming buzzing confusion” that William James spoke about in reference to newborns whose filter, he assumed (incorrectly?), is not yet in place! There’s just so much impinging our senses every single second! And that’s just the narrow spectra that we humans are attuned to. Imagine what reality is like for a dog, his acute sense of smell alerting him to sensations beyond what we can even contemplate. Imagine what an eagle sees, that mouse scuttling so very very far below. Indeed, imagine how this Earth feels, to have someone call her flat!

In any case, what’s interesting to me is not so much the inputs, but our filters/helmets, and how they both divide us and try to keep us sane. And I’m still very very curious as to how we’ve managed, at this point in human history, to have Donald Trump as “president,” a man whose filter appears to morph. Or does it?  In any case, with this big lumpen in the driver’s seat, who knows what will happen next.

P.S. I write this on the very morning that Jupiter turns to go direct just past the Sagittarius Full Moon. What better time than to (briefly) explore flat earth theory, an out-there philosophical perspective on the whole shebang that even my shallow contemplation of which makes me dizzy. So thanks David, for the opportunity. I think I’ll spin around a few more times and then fall down.


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A Psilocibin Dying Ceremony

How many of us carry around unhealed wounds from the past? From our lack of closure with people with whom we have karmic/dharmic ties and, unfortunately, who died before we could clear the gunk we created together? Come to think of it, how many of us do NOT carry around such wounds? 

In my 74 years, I’ve learned that, in any cycle with another human being, the descending arc is as crucial as the ascending arc. We don’t just “fall in love” and then oops! break up. Such “break-ups” signify failure. Failure to complete our entire cycle together, to close the circle we have created consciously. Failure to realize the lessons learned, and to experience gratitude.

Likewise for any cycle, for example, in business. When I ran the magazine Crone Chronicles, there came a time, after nearly 12 years, when I was done, just done! I couldn’t do even one more issue. All of a sudden, it was over. Except that it wasn’t. My co-publisher husband Jeff said “No. We must do two more issues: the first to announce the closure of the magazine, and the second to give readers a chance to respond.” We did that. The final issue contained 24 pages of letters from our readers. A very satisfying conclusion, for which I am very grateful — to him, for keeping me on track for fuller meaning, and to our readers for their gratitude.

Likewise, for any cycle within our own inner lives, i.e., within our own relationship to our selves, those younger selves, middle age selves, and so on. Assuming that we keep growing in awareness, then each of those ages begins to be experienced as, in truth, another person altogether! One who did not yet know what we know now. One whom, if we begin to heal what we have done to ourselves over the years, will appear dear to ourselves, a treasure worth keeping, rather than a fool who should have known better.

It is those cycles themselves, long or short — of work, relationship, location, passions, studies, etc. — that establish “meaning.” We begin see how one experience relates — echoes, builds upon, mirrors — another, though separated by years, often many years. As we go back through our lives, meditating on significant turning points, and how the direction we took changed us, we begin to recognize repeating patterns in our behavior/experience, and to ask ourselves whether we want to change them.

For me, whenever I see a pattern, I do ask myself that. Some patterns are routines, consciously set up, daily practices that help to keep us centered. Others are addictions — to food, drink, sex, drugs, old world views, religion, screens, danger, etc. As an astrologer, I am highly aware of the cycles of meaning produced by the various cycles we enjoy/endure as we move through our lives. Two-year Mars cycles, 12-year Jupiter cycles, 29-30 year Saturn cycles — and the quarter cycles of each of each of these:  6 months, 3 years,  7-plus years. Each of these cycles is significant in its own way. And the longer the cycle, the larger the arc of experience enjoyed/endured; the greater the meaning that snaps into awareness once the cycle is completed. 

As we continue through life, the larger the cycle, the more meaning it can enclose, throwing new lights on smaller cycles. There’s simply never a time when we are done opening to more and more understanding, more and more aliveness. Until, that is, we’re done. And to me, the cycle of the dying process — which includes the entire life, ultimately — is the grand finale of all our cycles, where more meaning is established and included than any other time. And yet, all the broken cycles are there too, as sharp or dull pains of regret and longing that arise from the unconscious when the soul gets ready to leave this body, this world. How can we not only ease the passage, but how can we turn death into ceremony? To a celebration as great as that which attends birth? For death IS birth, into another dimension.

This article speaks to one kind of ceremony that could help bring all those who love the one who is dying together, in a sort of communion not often found in this life. 

Thanks to Julia.

Death and Family Healing with Psilocybin: A Conversation with Dennis McKenna

May 31, 2017

by Wesley Thoricatha


One of the great lessons that psychedelics are known for revealing is how profoundly connected we are with the natural world, but nature is not just the sum of all living things- it is the dynamic process of life, death, and rebirth. The kingdom of Fungi, which contains the psychedelic mushrooms such as Psilocybe cubensis, happens to play a critical role in the decomposition process, turning dead plants, animals, and even humans into fertile, nutrient-rich soil which gives rise to new life. Is it a coincidence that these master decomposers may have something incredibly valuable to teach us about death, not just in ecosystems but also in the minds of the curious humans who consume them?

Brothers Dennis and Terence McKenna were early apostles of psychedelic mushrooms, and did much to bring them into mainstream cultural awareness with their classic book on mushroom cultivation: Psilocybin – Magic Mushroom Grower’s Guide. While Terence, the great bard, would go on to spread the legendary psychedelic meme of the “heroic dose”- 5 dried grams of psilocybin mushrooms taken in complete darkness; his brother Dennis, was a founding member of the Heffter Research Institute. Which has published research on psilocybin’s uncanny ability to treat depression and anxiety in terminally-ill cancer patients. We spoke with Dennis recently about what mushrooms have to teach us about dying with dignity, and how much greater that could be than fighting and fearing death until the very end.

Thank you again for speaking with us Dennis. What do you believe is wrong with how we currently treat death and dying in the medical world?

Biomedicine has got all sorts of problems, but one of the major ones is that we don’t do death well. We just don’t. For a physician to say their patient has died is to say that they failed, and that’s not always true. Sometimes the most merciful thing is to let a person die with dignity. Nobody lives forever, and eventually medicine is going to fail, unless we get immortality worked out, but I don’t think that would be a good thing frankly. Medicine has got to get beyond this idea of survival at all costs at the sacrifice of quality of life and dignity- that’s not the point of medicine. The point of medicine is to do what you can within limits and when the times comes, and let it go. Substances like psilocybin can be integrated in a compassionate and useful way if we can come to terms with the idea that people deserve to die a beautiful death, if we can accept that concept.

What makes psilocybin particularly good at dealing with death?

Psilocybin is kind of the perfect medicine for hospice situations. It’s non-toxic and people can be quite ill and yet tolerate high doses because it’s very compatible with human metabolism. It’s perfect for people in terminal states, and I hope that eventually we will be using it far more often for these sorts of situations.

People who are in a terminal state are often very anxious about dying, they are totally focused on it and can’t really get away from that stress. When they undergo psilocybin therapy what that does for them based on post-session interviews is they all say the same thing, ‘I realized there was no point in worrying about death, I’m alive now, I’m not dead, so let’s focus on that. When death comes it will come, but it’s not something I can stop or control’. That’s the therapeutic breakthrough that psilocybin offers, and we don’t necessarily need a drug to realize this but many people seem to need it.

What would the ideal use of psilocybin in a hospice scenario look like?

What I would love to see is whole families coming together at a hospice center for a shared psilocybin experience before someone is too ill to interact. Can you imagine how cool that would be, and how healing that would be for everyone in the family? Psilocybin puts you in a state where you can actually say things to each other that maybe you could never say before. In my own experience with death, my brother and my mother and my father all dead, and all difficult situations in the terminal stages, it’s just very hard sometimes to express yourself. You want so much to be able to say something to a family member but you just can’t do it because this static in the system that builds up over years and years. I think psilocybin can and will be incredibly healing for people in these situations. That is a revolution in medicine if you can change attitudes towards death. I think the potential is very much there.

I can definitely see that. People so often carry around guilt and regrets related to what they never got to say to loved ones before they died, and that makes mourning so much harder. In a retreat situation like you describe with family, all of that would come out and then some. I can imagine people being able to embrace the situation in a really healthy way, both the dying person and their family.

Just to be able to actually communicate directly to the person and say ‘I forgive you, and if I hurt you, I’m sorry’… that can resolve so much. When that is not resolved, you carry it inside and it eats away at you. When a person is gone, they’re gone, so we might as well use the present moment to come to terms with things. I’ve also seen this happen with ayahuasca in the retreats I do. Ayahuasca is not the ideal medicine for people that are dying because it can be hard on you physically, much harder than psilocybin, but in many situations I’ve had families come, like a father and a couple of kids. They are not dying but they’re at that point where the kids are grown up and they are entering into a new kind of relationship. I’ve seen amazing reconciliations happen. They carried all these conflicts over the years, and it’s not that they all go away immediately, but after the ceremonies they can relate to each other in a much more honest way. The shared psychedelic experience facilitates communication, and I’ve seen a lot of good effects come out of that.

We are very grateful to Dennis for speaking with us and for his incredibly legacy in psychedelic culture and research. Check out our other interviews with Dennis about his upcoming event ESPD50, Ayahuasca and Artificial Intelligence, and Ayahuasca, Shamanism, and Psychotherapy.

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Green Acres Village News: Flourishing garden, bamboo for fence, and city-wide event

GAV News, first week June: Bamboo amidst garden abundance, plus neighborhoods event at City Hall


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Friday, June 9, 2017: Jupiter turns direct almost exactly one hour after Full Moon in Sagittarius!

I consider this exacting conjunction of significant astrological events portentious. Why? Because first of all, Jupiter rules Sagittarius, the Full Moon sign. And secondly because Jupiter, traveling retrograde since February 6th, will turn to go direct, thus resuming its expansive, generous, fortunate capacity, not even one hour past the Sagittarian Full Moon!

Full Moon chart:

Jupiter stations, turns to go direct:

As you can see, the patterns in these charts are nearly identical. The only obvious differences lie in the placement of the entire planetary pattern with regard to the angles of the chart (horizontal and vertical lines, forming a cross). The Full Moon chart features expansive Jupiter near the I.C. angle at the bottom; the Jupiter turning chart features unpredictable Uranus at the Midheaven, the top of the chart.

Since Donald Trump also has a Full Moon in Sagittarius birth chart, the energies of this day will echo his own natal signature. Note, BTW: that Full Moon birth, which includes a conjunction of Sun and unpredictable Uranus, is triggered by this Full Moon!

Post-Election, Day One, and the Astrology of Donald Trump

Oh wow! And notice how, in Trump’s chart, his own Jupiter at 17° Libra is near where Jupiter turns on this Full Moon, and also happens to be smack in the middle of Vladimir Putin’s natal stellium in Libra. The expansive echoes of this particular Full Moon ramify to include both these men in their blessing. Let’s hope there can be real diplomatic efforts soon. If Trump wants to be “the greatest president ever,” this is how to begin. And to do so, he must amplify the battering ram aspect of his personality, to plunge through all the neocon/neolib flack he gets on a daily basis for even considering Russia as anything but America’s Eternal Enemy. No big deal, I would think, given his powerful, courageous Mars in Leo on the Ascendant. This man was “born to rule.” And I’m beginning to think he positively enjoys battle on his way to “making deals.” Now that he has “settled in” to the White House, and beginning to grok the D.C. game, I have a feeling that he’s only just begun to show what he’s capable of.

Note that in Friday’s Full Moon chart, Jupiter creates a harmonious wedge (120° to Sun, 60° to Moon) with the Full Moon Sun/Moon opposition, bringing the two together, Gemini and Sagittarius — data and perspective, facts and values. And since Jupiter is in the sign of Libra, the prospects for diplomacy are very real.

Wow, I just now noticed: Jupiter turns at 13° Libra, exactly on the degree of  Putin’s Sun!!!

Astrological chart for Vladimir Putin

The ramifications of this moment in time feel, to me, a double Sagittarian myself, truly uncanny.

Let us all expand to fulfill the unlimited potential of this singular opportunity.


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A.K. Reader: Saturn/Pluto in Leo Sub-Generation (born 1946-1948)


“My eyes pierce space. I look for the wall of the sky and do not find it. And I am glad.”

One might say that the following meditation on the relationship between Saturn and Pluto — as illustrated by the sub-generation of  the larger Pluto in Leo generation (1938-1958) during which these two planets were conjunct — an essay written almost exactly 30 years ago (one full Saturn cycle ago), is my personal testament to the mysterious magic (Pluto) of the universe, as ordered (Saturn) by human cognition and activity. 

Retyping to share it here, I also recognize that I have been a permaculturist all this time! Even now, my soul resonates to the following quote from that long ago piece, written by a 44-year-old woman who I didn’t realize then, knew exactly what she was doing! So grateful to become newly acquainted with my younger self!

“This is perhaps the greatest task the human race faces today. How to create cultural forms which, rather than seeking to dominate nature, exist in symbiotic alliance with her, a part of the same stream, enhancing her life as overflowing and changing process.”



by Ann Kreilkamp

Welcome to Planet Earth, Leo edition, 1987

Note: The Saturn/Pluto Sub-generation is a subset of the Pluto in Leo Generation (1938-1958).

 It is high summer. Long, hot, lazy days. Saturday mornings, I do my chores. Clean out the refrigerator, empty the wastebaskets, vacuum. Then, freedom! Time for my secret ritual. I run outside.

Laying on my back, in the grass, on this sunny blue day. Taking time to quiet myself, to forget everything around me. Then, as if cracking a door into an exotic room, I open my eyes.

My eyes pierce space. Seeking a point of rest, they penetrate deeper and deeper into endless blue sky. The air is swirling with millions of tiny bright points. My eyes bore through, pushing them aside. I want, I dread — to reach the end, find a stopping point. The wall. The circumference of the sky. It must be there somewhere. If I can see far enough. But no, it never is.

I am glad.

As usual, that evening I gather my sleeping bag to sleep outside in the back yard, braving the earwigs. Cocooned on my back in the grass on this dark moonless night. My eyes zoom out, lighting on first one star then another, brilliant splash of winking lights. Coursing from one star point to another I lose track, fall into the darkness which holds them . . . Suddenly, with a jolt I “come to” . . . dizzy, my head swirling, stomach queasy.

I performed these rituals regularly as a child, by myself, or maybe with one other girl friend. There wasn’t much to say about them. They co-existed easily side by side with my chores and with other, more earthly forms of play. My behavior was not unusual. Many children flirt with infinity, enjoying the weird sensations in their bodies in as the universe swallows them.

We come to earth, as Wordsworth says, “trailing clouds of glory,” “knowing all and everything.” And in order to become “grown-ups” we learn how to forget. We forget what we have always known. (This is why Socrates described learning as remembering.) We become earth bound.

Culture, and our enculturation process, could be described as a progressive foreshortening and narrowing of vision, an arbitrary carving up of the vastness. Just learning how to speak ensures that. Each language cuts up the world in certain sorts of ways. Ignores the spaces between the lines of its design. Sooner or later, we believe it. We see only the lines. We seek only the forms of things.

By the time we are around 30 years old, the enculturation process is complete. The space/time framework within which everything takes place is now fixed, inside, forever. Or it should be, must be, if we are to link ourselves with others, whose vision is also narrowed, foreshortened.

Think of Saturn as that space/time framework, that carving up of the vastness. Saturn governs any process that directs us from the infinite to the finite, from indefinite to definite. Saturn is the illusion that what exists is limited to this three-dimensional reality, with its tables and chairs, its religions and notions of progress. As the planet of form, it represents our social conditioning, requiring and administering “correct” behavior, and ensuring unconscious agreement among those who speak the same language, who take the same things for granted, who see the world in the same sorts of ways.

Now think of the limitless space that lies beyond the orbit of Saturn — that reach into nothingness, into all and everything! Children love it; they twirl themselves round and round, losing direction, equilibrium, falling to the ground. They are gluttons for the whiplash and bottom-out-of-stomach effect of carnival rides. Unlike adults, they do not use their Saturns to try to stop the effect. They fall into it, become one with it, the vastness from which we all came and to which we shall, sooner or later, return. I speak here of the realm of the “outer” planets — Uranus, Neptune and Pluto.

In contrast to Saturn’s role, which keeps our nose to the grindstone of three-dimensional space/time reality, the role of the outer planets is to open us up to what lies beyond it. They serve as messengers from the cosmos, encouraging both humanity and individuals to evolve beyond expectations, to expand awareness into realms that, as Paul Simon sings, are full of “miracle and wonder.”

In my last article, I considered the generation born between 1938 and 1958, who have Pluto in Leo. There, I argued that the evolutionary mission of this generation is personal empowerment, meaning that we are here to usher in a new order of vitality, or “aliveness” on this planet. In this article, I focus on the signature of one subgroup within this larger generation, those for whom this Plutonian energy is condensed to its most potent form: the individuals born between 1946 and 1948 who have Saturn conjunct Pluto in Leo.

 Saturn/Pluto Combination

 Any aspect between Saturn and an outer planet signifies a need to real-ize that outer energy, to ground it, to manifest it here on earth. The most intense aspect between any two planets is the conjunction. Conjunctions between Saturn and Pluto occur every 35 years. Currently, there are three groups with Saturn/Pluto conjunctions alive. Besides Saturn/Pluto in Leo, the other two are those in Cancer, and those born between 1982 and 1983, most of whom have Saturn/Pluto in Libra.

Each of these groups can be considered a sub-generation within a larger one: Saturn/Pluto in Cancer — a subgroup of those with Pluto in Cancer, born between 1913 and 1939; Saturn/Pluto in Leo — a subgroup of those with Pluto in Leo, born between 1938 and 1958; and Saturn/Pluto in Libra — a subgroup of those with Pluto in Libra, born between 1971 and 1983. For each Saturn/Pluto group, both their characteristics and their life experiences are unusually intense, concentrated, and focused. Both who they are and what they do demonstrate the meaning of the evolutionary mission for the entire Pluto generation of which each subgroup is a part. In order to understand Pluto in Leo in its purest form then, look to those born with Saturn/Pluto in Leo, now, in 1987, 39 to 41 years old.

Saturn/Pluto in Leo

Saturn/Pluto in Leo people share a certain set of characteristics, to be expected from this particular combination. Foremost among them is a deep sense of their own specialness and creativity. When not accessed, this quality is masked by a sense of superiority or inferiority — or ambivalence, flipping back and forth between them. Saturn/Pluto in Leo people are so intense as to sometimes seem fanatic. They carry within them a profound inner resourcefulness, a deep pool of accumulated energy which can carry them through any emergency, no matter how difficult or prolonged. Their need for control is also profound, whether that be control over themselves or others. Some of them are dangerously dictatorial. And yet, that focused need for control, once turned inward, can save. If the final goal of an enlightened humanity is self-mastery, then Saturn/Pluto in Leo people can forge the way.

For the entire Pluto in Leo generation, the bottom line issue of our lives is personal empowerment. This is what we long for, the direction to which our evolution tends. For Saturn/Pluto in Leo people, however, such empowerment is utterly necessary. They must do this. Unless and until they do achieve it, they will not have overcome their greatest fear.

Wherever we have Saturn in our charts, by both side and house positions, is an area in our lives initially characterized by fear. Saturn, a planet that encourages discipline and long-range goals, is also then the very energy we need to overcome that original fear. Our achilles heel turns out to be our greatest gift. Those with Saturn in Leo fear developing their own autonomy, their own dramatic and self-expressive sense of personal command. This fear is precisely what they must overcome.

Because they fear it, they are even more likely than the rest of us Pluto in Leo people to push Pluto down into the unconscious, to deny their own personal power. They identify only with Saturn, and use it to wall off Pluto.

More rarely, they identify only with Pluto at the expense of Saturn. I think of criminals here, for whom Saturn is hated as the police; and I think of a friend of mine who has lived most of his life alone in forests and mountainous areas. Michael feels more comfortable with wild animals (Pluto) than he does his fellow socialized human beings (Saturn).

For the majority, who identify only with Saturn, the Pluto energy eventually gets projected onto the outside world, where they meet up with it, usually in the form of another person, or situation, or system, who/what, they think, I attempting to control or overpower them. In order to prevent this from happening, the Saturn/Pluto person tenses up, which often results in qualities of hypervigilance and rigidity, as he or she attempts to stave off what he otherwise feels would destroy him or her.

In order to feel safe, some of these people become utterly loners, closed systems, disallowing any real interchange with the outside world. Or, they assume an attitude of abject subservience, feeling powerless, persecuted, victimized. And such opposing reactions can, of course, co-exist within one individual. In our culture, the former reaction is more likely for males, the latter, for females.

How many Saturn/Pluto women do you know who have been beaten, robbed, raped, forced into utter submission (Pluto) by one man after another, whether they be bosses or lovers or fathers (Saturn)?

One Saturn/Pluto in Leo man I know has this conjunction directly atop his Ascendant. A loner and rock climber, Jerry is intense, wiry and driven to establish and maintain control over his body. He seems oblivious to those around him and unable to accept feedback from anyone.

I think of another man — he has the Sun in Leo sandwiched between Saturn and Pluto in the twelfth house. Bill sees the U.S. Government and its dominant traditions and institutions as a single sinister system, its tentacles poised to rob us of whatever personal freedoms remain. Staying behind the scenes, he tries not to draw attention to himself. Yet, unlike some who feel totally paralyzed by such a paranoid perception, Bill gets his kicks out of cheating the IRS in little tiny ways and then bragging about it to his friends (Sun in Leo!).

Alternatively, some Saturn/Pluto in Leo people are so afraid of their own Plutonian energy that they try to control everything around them. I think of a man who is married to a young powerful (Pluto) athlete, for whom he functions as both trainer and father figure (Saturn). This past winter, as transiting Pluto began to square his natal Saturn/Pluto, she decided she didn’t want to continue competitive athletics. Not surprisingly, given the way he had projected his Pluto energy onto her, her decision disturbed him greatly. This decision has inaugurated a power struggle between them.

Finally, I celebrate a female friend of mine, Jane, Sun in Taurus. A body worker, she stands centered, feet apart, planted firmly on the ground. She and I take a walk. On the way Jane talks about her process of healing from the ending of a relationship. “It was the first time in my life that I ever allowed myself to get close to someone, to become totally vulnerable,” she says. “And when it ended I went through hell.” Jane has Saturn/Pluto on the 7th house cusp of relationships, square Sun in Taurus. This relationship began as Saturn squared her original Saturn/Pluto and ended as Pluto began to square Saturn/Pluto. Gradually, over a period of a year, Jane has not only stopped blaming him (stopped projecting Pluto, her power, onto him), she has also begun to recognize her relationship with this man as having fit into a larger pattern of behavior which has been going on all her life. “I now attend Alanon, ACA meetings, and am in personal therapy,” she says. “I’m a completely addictive, ‘co-dependent’ person. All of my relationships over my whole life have been sick! And I’m determined to see my patterns completely, to root them out and start over, from scratch.” (Pluto as the energy of deep investigation of Saturn patterns.)

Jane is using that one-pointed focus of Saturn/Pluto, that total dedication and concentration of energy, to penetrate to the roots of her addictive tendencies, and thereby free herself of attitudes and behavioral patterns that have bound her for a lifetime. In doing so, she is personally enacting a cultural discovery process currently emerging which points to both the debilitating nature of addiction and the addictive symptoms of our entire society. (See, for example, Women Who Love Too Much, a best seller, and a more recent book, When Society Becomes An Addict.)

Those individuals, like Jane, who have Saturn/Pluto on angles of their charts, or in major aspect to Sun or Moon or other more personal planets, are often models for the rest of us Pluto in Leo people. Both the ways they go about empowering themselves and the issues they grapple with in this process are paradigmatic of a more general trend. I find it interesting that the focus on addiction is becoming so prevalent now, as Pluto moves through Scorpio, and squares Pluto in Leo. Each of us must learn to transcend our co-dependent patterns in relationship if we are to tap into our personal independence and creativity (Pluto in Leo). Only as we become creative as individuals can we go one step further, enhancing our lives through co-creative relationships (Pluto in Scorpio).

Between the years 1946 and 1948, Saturn and Pluto were conjunct between 6° and 15° of Leo. Pluto moved into 6° Scorpio in 1985, and will leave 15° Scorpio in the summer of 1990. During these five years Pluto will be squaring the original signature, activating the Saturn/Pluto energy. Whatever has long been dammed up or projected out must be reclaimed and transformed.

Each Saturn/Pluto in Leo individual has his or her own specific nature and set of circumstances to work with. The stories that these years will tell will be many and varied. Yet this activation has a general, universal meaning as well. The stories to come will be variations on a theme.

The Meanings of Saturn and Pluto

Saturn and Pluto have much in common. They are both planets of law. They both signify how things are governed and challenge us to accept a sense of responsibility, obedience to law. Moreover, both planets are apt to function, for those who are fearful, as walls shutting us off from the capacities they represent. Either Saturn or Pluto or both can be implicated in cases of clinical depression, where energy turns inward, runs against the self. Either or both planets can be involved when people feel “stuck,” “blocked,” deadened,” “numb.”

More than other planets, these two feel “heavy,” we might say, “karmic”: they unearth the old into present time — and force us to consciously incorporate it into the way we are living our lives. Both original placements of Saturn and Pluto, and the transits of them to placements in our original birthcharts, signify serious business. By compelling compliance, they teach us the virtue of necessity, and built character. As a result, both Saturn and Pluto can, paradoxically, induce feelings of security, safety, as we bring our actions into conformance with their laws.

The distinction between Saturn and Pluto can be described in terms of the dimensions they occupy. Saturn governs social-cultural laws. Pluto is concerned with nature and her laws. Saturn brings us into compliance with the rules and roles and regulations of human communities, which vary, both historically and geographically. Pluto brings us into compliance with a deeper set of laws, those governing the order of things, the way the universe, as a whole, works.

We can sense the contrast between these two energies when we reflect on the lengths of their cycles. Saturn takes 30 years to carve out its own space once; Pluto takes 250 years. Since Saturn is an energy which we can fully undergo, and therefore see/feel as a whole, we can begin to understand and work with it in a coherent manner. Pluto’s cycle, on the other hand, is so long that we don’t ever understand it. We can’t live long enough to learn how to control or predict how it works; therefore, we must adopt an entirely other kind of attitude when faced with this mysterious and uncanny energy.

Saturn teaches us to be left-brained. We project, plan, map, create an abstract conceptual model of the outer world in our heads and then act in accordance with that model. The Saturn-dominated person feels safe because he can see into the future, and the future is what he has determined it will be. He knows his paycheck will arrive every two weeks, on schedule. He has surrounded himself with life insurance and medical insurance, and stocks and bonds, and perhaps is training someone to succeed him in business. His safety mechanisms are in place; if anything does “happen to him,” he can still control the consequences.

The safety which a Plutonian person feels is of an entirely other order. Pluto requires us to be whole-brained. We use our whole brain and body to intuitively and sensitively attune ourselves, acting precisely in accordance with specific circumstances of each moment as it comes. We surrender, allowing the situation, and us within it, to unfold. Plutonian security consists in acting in accordance with one’s own authentic nature, as it naturally harmonizes with the whole of nature. By following our natures, nature takes care of us. Regular paychecks and insurance policies may no longer be necessary; they serve a smaller order than the one to which we are now attuning. We will be taken care of; as mother nature is our mother, our womb, our nest. We will be taken care of, and we have no idea how. What happens next is up to the gods, the larger order, to which we are now surrendered.

Saturn represents science, that realm we have managed to understand, i.e., to make predictable. Pluto represents the larger nature which eludes science’s efforts to completely contain it, control it, make it work according to plan. Saturn is organization; Pluto is organism. Saturn, and science, require objectivity; the me/not me distinction. Pluto, and the natural self, require an attitude of attention/participation. We are at once whole within ourselves, individuals acting with integrity, creative; and we are a part of a larger whole, with which we are integrated, in communion.

Since the 17th century, science and the culture of science have presumed, in principle, to be able to dominate Pluto with Saturn, by describing the world in all its detail, from beginning to end, in both space and time. As if the smaller cycle could encompass the larger one! This pretension was somewhat relativized by the overthrow of Newtonian physics, but the impulse that inspired it lives on.

Saturn, as currently practiced by the dominant majority, symbolizes the crystallized rigidity of a world still dominated by the masculine principle. Objectivity was valuable in countering the muddled and morbid mysticism of the dark and middle ages; it has now outlived its usefulness.

Pluto, on the other hand, is profoundly androgynous, seeking to first polarize, and then fuse, dualities. Pluto symbolizes the deep male and the deep female and the alchemical union between them. It is a profound biological/spiritual urge that pulses on underneath any of the cultural forms we attempt to pour our deep selves into, and thereby contain ourselves, limit ourselves to this or that.

Saturn is the need to see and give form or pattern to our ever-flowing experience; to lock it in place. Pluto is dynamic. Natural law is dynamic, four-dimensional, space and time together: process.

 Saturn is what we take for granted, our “assumptions,” our limits, the ways we seek to circumscribe an essentially limitless reality. Pluto is the energy which drives us to investigate, destroy, and regenerate, both those forms and our ways of relating to them.

Saturn/Pluto in Leo: The Challenge

Any Saturn/Pluto combination, especially the conjunction, offers the challenges of fusing Saturn and Pluto so that they work together. This is perhaps the hardest task that the human race faces today. How to create cultural forms which, rather than seeking to dominate nature, exist in symbiotic relation with her, a part of the same stream, enhancing her life as overflowing and changing process. How to unite the urge for form and pattern with the deep appreciation and participation with mystery, that which lies beyond all form. How to fuse the habits of detached objective identification, classification and analysis so long fostered by science with a more unitive feeling for the whole, the flux of things, the God and Goddess within.

And urgently, now, as Pluto moves through Scorpio: how to create healing forms of ritual and ceremony which can enable us to tap into the long buried accumulation of Plutonian emotion, the stifled creativity of our forefathers and foremothers, and allow those powerful energies emerging from our collective unconscious to enact themselves in an ordered way, one which does not destroy, but rather, unburdens, and ultimately, enlivens.

In these dying days of the godless mechanical industrial age, and deeper, into the emasculated Christian God of the Age of Pisces, we create sacred rituals and ceremonies to resurrect life on earth.

The Delphic Oracle inscribed above the doorway to Jung’s home announced: “Vocatus atque non vocatus Deus aderit”: “Called, or uncalled, God is present.” Pluto is a God, the deep He/She is always present in each of us. The sacred runs through us; it is a glorious pervasive force, hidden, as air is hidden and without etiehr of them, we die. As we breathe air in and out, our lungs and trachea serving as saturnine forms, channels for the passage of this most magical stuff, so do we breath the sacred, in and out, always in every way, we cannot avoid that which sustains our life.

With Pluto in Scorpio we have to make a choice: either we learn how to truly “enact” the emergent unconscious Plutonian energies, and thus incorporate them consciously, breaking old patterns of thought and behavior, freeing ourselves from the past: transformation. Or we continue to “act them out,” as in history: the constant, escalating, more and more dangerous repetition of man’s inhumanity to man.

In this choice, the way we use the energy of Saturn is crucial. Will it serve as a wall, denying Plutonian energy to the point where it accumulates and explodes, destroying us all? Or will it serves as a channel, through which that energy can pour, renewing life on earth?

My eyes pierce space. I look for the wall of the sky and do not find it. And I am glad. “God is an intelligible sphere whose center is everywhere and whose circumference is nowhere.” St Bonaventure, 18th century.




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As the world heats up, let us ask: “Are human beings basically incompatible?”

In my role as Crone (third stage of life, after Maiden and Mother), I often find myself listening to younger people with “relationship issues.” I try to find ways to help them find balance within themselves, so that they may then work towards balance with others. 

It strikes me that we are all in the middle of a relationship crisis — not just with each other — and not just nation to nation, individual to corporation, etc. — but first and foremost, with our own bodies! And that these bodies are clearly toxic, due to environmental inputs. Whether from fast food and/or chemtrails, bad water, drugs (legal or illegal) , alcohol, wi-fi and other electronic pollution, we all suffer the effects of continuous toxic overload to our livers. So that even if we want to move into equanimity, it becomes exceedingly difficult, given  liver toxicity. Flashing and chronic anger, repressed or projected, are the result.

Anger Problems? Try a Liver Cleanse

This business of a toxic liver came home to me during menopause, when, for years, I would wake up furious, every night at 2 a.m — liver time, according to Chinese medicine. I ended up doing liver cleanses regularly, along with castor oil packs applied to the skin across the liver. Extremely helpful. I was less likely to want to kill my husband!

I still tend to wake up at 2 a.m., but I do not attribute my nighttime suffering to any outside “cause.” Instead, I ask to remain present to the experience, to be with what is and is becoming, no matter what; to consciously breathe my way through the experience. By strengthening my internal witness to the spreading present moment, I am less identified with my own physical/emotional/mental suffering, and  largely able to retain my equanimity. 

But then, I’m 74 years old. I’ve been in training a long time. And have had my own “relationship issues” over the decades, some of them confounding at the time, and all of them instructive, a part of my own “lesson plan” for this lifetime.

The most succinct definition for “permaculture” is that of Penny Livingston: PERMACULTURE IS RELATIONSHIPS.

I’ve noticed that the most difficult part of permaculture is relationships with people. Is actually committing to, and then successfully negotiating, all the continuing pitfalls of “living in community.” Especially in this country, when individualism has been so much the driver of “success.” Community requires cooperation and adaptation. Can we extreme individualists do it? I would hope so. Indeed, I consider the most interesting part of permaculture to be creating and continuously adjusting the balance between individualism and community. In my view, only as each person expresses his or her passion fully can he or she be counted on to be capable of successfully cooperating with others who are also doing the same. For unless and until we do manage to discover and express our passion, we will suffer from depression, anxiety, resentment, bitterness, revenge, jealousy, unexpressed rage, etc. The point is not to be come look-alike drones, but  to allow our vibrant, living human connectedness inside the abundant expression of the natural world. 

When toxic people get together (and who of us is not toxic?), what happens? This past weekend, one man shot three people with whom he was living nearby, and then killed himself a day later later. This scenario is repeated all over the world. Toxic people acting out. Just now: Orlando again. Are we numb yet? I don’t think so. 

Here’s an article that I’ve just begun to give to people that speaks to all this, with a Buddhist slant.  Thanks to Darvesha.

Getting Along

Loving the other without losing yourself

By Christopher K. Germer   

OVER THE YEARS I’ve come to a conclusion: Human beings are basically incompatible. Think about it. We live in different bodies, we’ve had different childhoods, and at any given moment our thoughts and feelings are likely to differ from anybody else’s, even those of our nearest and dearest. Given the disparities in our genetic makeup, conditioning, and life circumstances, it’s a miracle we get along at all.

Yet we yearn to feel connected to others. At the deepest level, connectedness is our natural state—what Thich Nhat Hanh calls “interbeing.” We are inextricably related, yet somehow our day-to-day experience tells us otherwise. We suffer bumps and bruises in relationships. This poses an existential dilemma: “How can I have an authentic voice and still feel close to my friends and loved ones? How can I satisfy my personal needs within the constraints of my family and my culture?”

In my experience as a couples therapist, I’ve found that most of the suffering in relationships comes from disconnections. A disconnection is a break in the feeling of mutuality; as the psychologist Janet Surrey describes it, “we” becomes “I” and “you.” Some disconnections are obvious, such as the sense of betrayal we feel upon discovering a partner’s infidelity. Others may be harder to identify. A subtle disconnection may occur, for example, if a conversation is interrupted by one person answering a cell phone, or a new haircut goes unnoticed, or when one partner falls asleep in bed first, leaving the other alone in the darkness. It’s almost certain that there’s been a disconnection when two people find themselves talking endlessly about “the relationship” and how it’s going.

The Buddha prescribed equanimity in the face of suffering. In relationships, this means accepting the inevitability of painful disconnections and using them as an opportunity to work through our own difficult emotions. We instinctively avoid unpleasantness, often without our awareness. When we touch something unlovely in ourselves—fear, anger, jealousy, shame, disgust—we tend to withdraw emotionally and direct our attention elsewhere,  or project blame and see the cause of the feeling outside of ourselves. But denying how we feel, or projecting our fears and faults onto others, only drives a wedge between us and the people we yearn to be close to.

Mindfulness practice—a profound method for engaging life’s unpleasant moments—is a powerful tool for removing obstacles and rediscovering happiness in relationships. Mindfulness involves both awareness and acceptance of present experience. Some psychologists, among them Tara Brach and Marsha Linehan, talk about radical acceptance—radical meaning “root”—to emphasize our deep, innate capacity to embrace both negative and positive emotions. Acceptance in this context does not mean tolerating or condoning abusive behavior in others,  or an excuse to abuse others. Rather, acceptance means fully acknowledging, understanding and opening to our own pain.

One of the trickiest challenges for a psychotherapist, and for a mindfulness-oriented therapist in particular, is to impress on clients the need to turn toward their emotional discomfort and address it directly instead of looking for ways to avoid it or project it. If we move into pain mindfully and compassionately, the pain will shift naturally.

We all have personal sensitivities—“hot buttons”—that are the result of our own conditioning and cause for our distorted perceptions. They are evoked in close relationships. Mindfulness practice helps us to identify them and disengage from our habitual reactions, so that we can reconnect with our partners. We can mindfully address recurring problems with a simple four-step technique: (1) Feel the emotional pain of disconnection, (2) Accept that the pain is a natural (3) Compassionately explore the personal issues or beliefs being evoked within yourself, (4) Trust that a skillful response will arise at the right moment.

Mindfulness can transform all our personal relationships—but only if we are willing to feel the inevitable pain that relationships entail. When we turn away from our distress or project it upon others, we inevitably abandon our loved ones as well as ourselves. But when we mindfully and compassionately incline toward whatever is arising within us, we can be truly present and alive for ourselves and others.



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Image vs. Essence: Megyn Kelly tries to take on Vladimir Putin

Darn! I wish I had paid attention to the Trump/ Megyn Kelly brouhaha while that drama was going on. But this is the very first time I’ve ever seen her in action! First time to check out her clothes and hair and body language. And wow! What a babe! No wonder Roger Ailes hit on her. (And of course it’s “her fault,” says patriarchy. Men just have these instincts, you know? Testosterone coming outta their ears. They can’t help themselves.)

It’s so interesting how women in the public eye are still judged by their “appearance,” including their clothes, whereas men are lucky, they can just wear “dark suits” (see Putin, his wry reference to Empire’s “men in dark suits — like mine”).

I can’t help it. In this life I’m a female. I look at other females. Look them up and down. Judge them. We turn on each other, don’t you know? It’s a Darwinian universe where scarcity rules.  and we just can’t help but compete for that vaunted “male attention.” Our male-dominated culture depends on this conditioning. But then, as a 74-year-old female, I can play with all this nonsense rather than take it seriously. Which turns it into fun. So, as to Megyn, her rendezvous with Putin:

My first acquaintance was with her weirdly sexy dress, worn, it seemed to me, at some kind of official “business” gathering with Putin,


but actually, it turns out (I think), that this was her provocative dress for a dinner party during her trip to Moscow. Oh, and check out the title for the article I pulled the image from: our very own Washington Post, one of the premier fake news outlets for the PTW.

Megyn Kelly saw an aggressive, peeved, Vladimir Putin. That behavior could hurt him.

Oh wow, I see others have noticed her attire.

NBC ‘s Megyn Kelly meets Putin while dressed like a hooker

Oh wait, it gets better! Here’s People Mag’s version:

Megyn Kelly chooses $990 dress by Israeli designer to meet Vladimir Putin. “Femininity exudes confidence,” says designer.

At the panel, which she moderated, Megyn was dressed more “appropriately,” though, as Bombard’s Body Language (like me, another snarky female) muses, “I wonder if all those chemicals in her hair have gone to her brain” — when it became obvious that Putin was so far ahead of her that she had to make herself still like a bunny rabbit in the headlights to avoid the onrushing truck. Oops! my metaphor has him coming and going: Contradiction. Well so what?  “I contradict myself? So I contradict myself. I contain multitudes.” — Walt Whitman. And besides, show me even one piece of so-called “data” that is not contradicted in at least some parallel universe.

But I digress. Ok. Return to Megyn.

Notice how, at one point, the audience starts laughing. Everybody but Megyn was enjoying this evisceration of her blah blah blah “talking points.” (The ones so familiar to us that they make us yawn.) What was going on inside sexy stilled Megyn’s poisoned brain during this “exchange”? Hard not to feel sorry for her. But then she put herself in that position. What a fool.

As for her Premier NBC Sunday Night Interview, once again, outmaneurvered by the master who played with her like a cat plays with a mouse.

You might want to read both this piece in full, by the LA Times, another PTB mind-control rag, as well as the full piece above by the Washington Post, just to notice how they skew things to make Putin into the bad guy, despite that it’s the U.S. that has been forever the aggressor.

Megyn Kelly gets outmaneuvered by Vladimir Putin on her NBC premier “Sunday Night.”

Ommigoddess! Did she wear the same clothes for this interview as for the panel discussion that she moderated? Doesn’t she know that’s a no-no?

Snark snark.

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